#this could be smoother but this was a GIFt so i had to finish it loll

[night-triumphantt]

It is @cashweasel’s bday today!!!! I don’t rlly have words I just wanna let u know ily and appreciate u bestie and I hope your day is amazing as u <3 also yea I thought the blorbos absolutely needed to be animated smooching I hope u like it fhdkfjdkdjdjd

[goodolddumbbanana]

Sun's wedding [1]

Warning: very cringe. Summary: Sun gets marry. And his husband is MIKU. I kinda low on motivation right now so i only finish the part 1.

It was a normal day like any other.

“...--and that's why Luigi won without doing anything, Moon.”

Seven hours… Seven fucking hours. Moon couldn't remember what the heck he did wrong by opening his mouth, but he must have done it in a moment of inattention, because right now, he has to suffer the consequences of listening to his brother's voice squawking for seven hours about the lore of Mario and Luigi.

Why did he need to know why Luigi's beard was smoother than Mario's? Or what Luigi's pet ghost dog liked to eat? Moon didn't understand and didn't want to.

At least it was one hour less than the day before. Moon silently consoled himself, before closing his eyes and lying tragically flat on the table.

He was dead. Tortured and brutally murdered by his own brother. He couldn't even think about the new science project he was going to do, something he had been thinking about for over 7 billion years but couldn’t do because there was so much crap going on here, all because Sun would shake him awake whenever he fell into a state of being in a trance.

"Oh don't be so dramatic, Moon! It wasn't that bad!!"

Sun waved his hand, his brother's shadow hanging over Moon's head. The yellow animatronic pendulum on his hand shook and swayed with the red ribbon in front of Moon's eyes, making him itch to raise his hand and smack the pendulum.

“Uh!”

"You're being childish right now, Moon!"

He could feel Sun's irritation from The force, but he chose to ignore it. Moon turned his back to Sun, trying to make some pathetic whines to prove to Sun how his brother had ruined his spirit and his entire relaxing afternoon with Sun's crazy fan obsession speech about Luigi and Princess Peach.

“Come on, Moon, wake up. You can’t just lie on the table like that. What if someone, or the kids see you?”

“I don’t care, Sun!! 7 hours!!! You scream that crap on my face for 7 hours” Moon shouted, his face already covered, but he still peeked at Sun.

Sun’s face was stuck in pure confusion and annoyance, and their hands tried to pull him up but failed.

Their voices were as high as the sound of a boiling kettle, ringing an octave in Moon’s ears.

“Look, I’ll pick you up if you keep being so damn stubborn, Moon!!”

Moon could feel his will shake. Sun was definitely serious, and he had every inch of confidence in his body that Sun was capable of picking him up and throwing him wherever they wanted.

Being picked up by Sun was so humiliating, more than the time he turned into furry.

But whether he should trade his last dignity to fight against tyranny, that was the question.

(The door opens.)

“Oh, did I just interrupts you guys?”

A clear feminine voice snapped Moon’s train of thought like a fiddle stick. He craned his neck, Earth’s long, flowing hair swaying in the wind. His sister was wearing a pink outfit today, a rare thing for her to do while she was at work.

“Hey Earth.”

“Hello.” Moon’s voice cracked after Sun.

“So… What are you guys doing?” Earth’s curious question was answered by her irritated older brother.

“Well, you see. We’re getting ready to open the daycare, but someone refuses to leave this table for a moment!!!”

“I bought it, I have the right to lie on it. And it’s your fault for making me listen to your nonsense about your idol for 7 hours.”

“MOON!!” Moon’s lips curled up as Earth chuckled. Even Sun, who looked like she was about to explode, stopped themselves and looked at him with a reluctant sigh. “Okay, whatever. Just make sure you get down before the kids come in.”

“Got it, Mom.” Moon yawned, waving his hand, ignoring Sun’s confused stutter, and Earth’s harder laugh.

“Don’t ever say that again.”

“No guarantee.” Moon stuck out his tongue. He turned to face Earth. “So, what are you doing here?”

At the mention of her name, Earth turned around. She pulled a rather large gift basket from behind her back that included a scarf and a cat nail care set.

“Oh, I came to congratulate Sun on his upcoming wedding. This was both mine and Lunar’s choice.”

“Hehe… Thanks, Earth. It’s a nice color.” Sun held up the scarf, which was the same shade of yellow as his, smiling.

There was only one person who was left out of this conversation, and unfortunately it was Moon.

“Wait.” Moon scrambled to his feet. “What wedding?”

“Huh? I thought I already told you?” Sun frowned. “You’re the best man, remember?”

Moon’s face was still blank.

“This Friday? That means today?”

There was not a trace of thought behind Moon’s eyes.

Sun sighed and pressed his forehead.

“My wedding with Miku?”

One second…

Two seconds…

Three seconds…

“WHAT!!!?”

Moon screamed. The blue animatronic almost fell over. No, he did, his face kissed the ground painfully. His three views were shattered, and his whole world changed. Sun and Miku? Was his brother crazy? Were they brainwashed? Someone secretly replaced Sun with a clone? A mimic? Is it Frank?

He staggered to his feet and shook Sun violently.

“SUN!!! Are you joking or are you serious!!?”

“Moon, you’re being silly, Miku isn’t that bad.” Sun cleared their throat, his psychopathic older brother's face contorted in confusion.

"YOU HATE MIKU!" Moon stammered. "YOU SAID THE DAY MIKU DIES, YOU WOULD HAVE A HULA HULA DANCING PARTY ON HER GRAVE."

"I have no idea and don't know what you're talking about." Sun replied with a straight face and a mechanical tone as if they were reading a line from somewhere.

"Besides," Sun sighed. "--you know that if I don't marry Miku, we'll be scrapped, soon."

"What?!! Why?" Moon waved his hand frantically. He didn't understand what the hell was going on.

"Because of me." And so, the demon born from hell stepped in. Moon turned his head in surprise. He growled the name burning in his mouth.

“MIKU--”

Hair as green as an onion, a face that would look much better if she kept her mouth shut and never bothered his brother ​​again. Miku wore a leopard-skin dress, a mink scarf hanging over her shoulders. She looked like Cruella from One Hundred Dalmatians with her disgustingly sly smile and the lollipop pretending to be a pipe in her hand.

“Hello, bitches.” That annoying voice rang out, causing Moon’s fist to twitch.

“What do you mean? Why would Sun marry you?!!”

Without answering Moon immediately, Miku snapped her fingers. Freddy in a suit appeared from nowhere, respectfully handing Miku a piece of paper placed in a zippered suitcase.

“Sun and Moon, based on current laws and some other laws and transactions, will be fully owned by the newest shareholder of Freddy Fazbear, Miku.”

Moon’s head was buzzing. That meant… that meant…

“YOU’RE MOTHER FUCK*R PIECE OF SCRAPS!!! HOW DARE YOU SELL US, FREDDY?” Moon yelled, not sure if he was going to strangle Freddy or Solar.

“Haha…” That damn yellow bear stuttered nervously. “Technically it’s not my decision. I’m just the faceman. Please don't kill me.”

“Fan does what Fan wants, my dear brother-in-law.”

“Get my name off your mouth. I’m not your brother-in-law.” Moon gritted his teeth. But he was completely ignored by Miku, as she walked towards Sun with a lecherous expression. “So, honey, babygirl~~ my dovey cutie~~~ my OWO~~~ How are you preparing for our wedding? I want you to wear something sexy~~ maybe black under that dress~~”

“Hah—” Sun’s forced laughter. There was a ‘save me’ message flashing behind Sun’s back.

Moon about to throw hand until—

“Moon, it’s fine.” Sun pulled his hand back. Their faces looked worried about what was going to happen next. “Miku… is actually a pretty good… person.” Sun said each word as if he had poison in his mouth.

“That’s right, honey, and… I’m very rich~~~ A rich girl who owns you, my alpha skibidi beta man. After marrying me, all you have to do is stay home and take care of the kids.” Miku laughed gleefully.

“There’s a lot of things wrong with that sentence, and maybe you are too dumb to understand but We’re the animatronics, we don’t have that function! WE DON'T FUCK!!” Moon took a deep breath, trying to speak some sense into Miku's empty brain.

Hoh boy... He is smiling. He is so angry it makes him laugh. 

"Moon." For the first time, Miku took off her sunglasses, her face serious. "Are you a Misogyny?"

"What do you mean!!! You are MIKU!! I don't even like you as a person, let alone a woman!!!" Moon shouted angrily, he felt a large amount of his brain cells disappear just by continuing to communicate like this.

"Moon, I think you're going too far." Earth interjected, her expression showing disapproval. It made Moon's anger flare up even more. Some shrimp head wanted to marry his brother and she simply was that nonchalant??

"Well then, goodbye to you two. I'll take my bride to the wedding that was planned for before. Come on, my sugar baby. Daddy will take care of you~~"

Miku grabbed Sun's waist and forced them to leave, before leaving she gave Moon the middle finger.

The door slammed shut in front of him, leaving Moon stunned. It wasn't until Earth's voice rang out that his soul returned from hell to reality.

“Well… your reaction… that must be something…”

“YOU REALLY THINK THAT!!?”

[scholomancefan]

Hihii, here with a bit late prompt delivery 🚚

Bingqiu + Gifts

OR

Bingqiu + Beach Day

Thank you for your prompt! Sorry for the delay, I'm not very good at tumblr... Hopefully it'll go smoother next week ^-^;

Shen Qingqiu looked out across the water at Ning Yingying, sternly disapproving. Ning Yingying registered none of it, and continued to splash and play in the sparkling water of the ocean. Gentle waves lapped at her ankles as she frolicked. When she saw Shen Qingqiu looking, she moved deeper into the water.

Ning Yingying! Do you not care if Luo Binghe gets sunburned?!

Shen Qingqiu cared, which was why he was currently rubbing white medicinal creams into Luo Binghe’s shoulders. 

“Mnh, mnh, Shizun,” Luo Binghe made happy little noises as Shen Qingqiu smoothed white lotion over tan skin. 

“Almost done,” Shen Qingqiu reassured Luo Binghe, moving down Luo Binghe’s back and carefully tracing the knobs of his spine. “I just want to make sure I don’t miss any spots.”

Shen Qingqiu was straddling Luo Binghe, who was lying facedown on a towel in the hot sand. The sunshine beat down on them both–perfect weather for a day at the beach, but also terrible for Luo Binghe’s latest weakness.

Shen Qingqiu wasn’t sure why Luo Binghe’s skin was so prone to sunburn. It hadn’t featured at all in Proud Immortal Demon Way, but then perhaps Airplane had just left those bits out. It did sort of wreck the impressive image of Luo Binghe, PIDW protagonist and Emperor of the Three Realms, to know that the last time Qing Jing Peak had made a trip to the beach Luo Binghe had gotten so badly sunburnt he had turned lobster red.

Shen Qingqiu had needed to spend *days* applying xianxia-aloe to every bit of Luo Binghe’s skin–and even some bits Shen Qingqiu was shocked were exposed enough to burn. And poor Binghe whimpering the whole time! 

Shen Qingqiu was *not* going to let his poor bun suffer so again, not on his watch! He would instead diligently apply Mu Qingfang-approved sunscreen to Luo Binghe twice a shi, to be absolutely completely certain his precious disciple would not be hurt again!

Shen Qingqiu slipped his fingers under the waistband of Luo Binghe’s swim trunks to make sure that he got lotion in that seam where the fabric ended. Luo Binghe made more little sounds at this, probably enjoying the massage he was getting. He had turned very quickly into a happy little puddle, and was now more relaxed than Shen Qingqiu had ever seen him. Shen Qingqiu was happy for the chance to spoil Luo Binghe like this. Luo Binghe worked too hard!

Ah, but this was why it should have been one of Luo Binghe’s future wives applying the sunscreen! Shen Qingqiu shot Ning Yingying another despairing glance. She ignored him again and launched a wave of water at Ming Fan, drenching him and making him splutter. No help there.

The swimwear everyone wore was entirely inappropriate for traditional xianxia, but as Proud Immortal Demon Way had degraded into basically just porn, standard swimwear was just tiny scraps of fabric. Luo Binghe had so much skin to cover! Shen Qingqiu finished by rubbing lotion on backs of Luo Binghe’s thighs.

There. That was enough, and Luo Binghe could get the rest.

“And now Binghe, you can do mine,” Shen Qingqiu said, passing Luo Binghe the bottle and getting off of him.

“Yes, Shizun!” Luo Binghe said, rising to crouch next to Shen Qingqiu.

Shen Qingqiu looked closely at Luo Binghe–he seemed like he was turning red already! Mu Qingfang’s sunscreen seemed pretty ineffective, Shen Qingqiu would have to reapply it *very* frequently. Perhaps four times a shi.

“Let me add a bit more to your face first,” Shen Qingqiu insisted.

Luo Binghe closed his eyes and leaned in eagerly, a bright smile on his face.

[zanakuro]

a gift for @em1e! they said their favorite was baji, so i had to write thing for them based off a headcannon we spoke of.

genre: fluff

summary: you and baji decide to bathe together after a long day! it's always his favorite thing to do

keisuke sat beside you on the countertop as the warm water filled the bathtub. it was evening time, and he'd just come home. you'd made him a homemade meal and everything, only to find out he was injured.

you hated having to take care of him when he was injured, since he was always so bitchy and whiny about it. but after you'd tended to his wounds, he asked you so sweetly to bathe with him. you couldn't possibly say no. so you'd started the warm water and sat with him on the counter as you both waited for the tub to fill up.

gently, he rubbed your back, mumbling out soft apologies. "kei, you don't have to apologize." you told him softly. "you were defending toman, right?" keisuke nodded as you asked. "they were talkin' shit 'bout mikey." he grunted. a small smile appeared on your face as you shook your head.

"what're you shakin' your head for?" he asked with a huff. "nothing, dear. you're just so silly." a soft giggle escaped your lips.

god keisuke loved your lips. they were the prettiest part about you. the way that anything could come from those pretty things amazed him. laughter, sass, even sobs. it was all stunning. everything about you was perfect to him.

it took about five minutes before the tub finished filling up, and you watched him hobble his way over to get in. your smile turning into a grin as you watched him struggle. "need help?" you asked with a hum.

"don't need no help." keisuke grunted in response, finally managing to get in the tub. "get 'yer fine ass over here." he held his bruised arms out for you. you jumped off the counter and hummed before sliding your way into the tub with him.

a satisfied sigh came from the ravenette as he massaged your nice shoulders. "hey babe?" you hummed in response. "will you wash my hair?" he asked, and you turned yourself around. "of course i can" you spoke softly to him as you reached up to grab the shampoo.

you poured the expensive liquid into your hand and began to massage it into his scalp. before the two of you had gotten together, he'd bought three-in-one. the horror! you had to show him body wash, conditioner, and shampoo didn't belong in the same container.

you'd never understood how he kept his hair so smooth looking when he used that disgusting shit. and he'd never thought his hair could get smoother, but it did. he thanked you for that.

keisuke hummed in content as you ran your fingers through his long black hair, staring up at your pretty face as you worked. you were always so stunning when you were focused.

"you look like 'yer 'boutta shit 'yerself." your boyfriend stated matter-of-factly. you glared down at him and dug your fingers into one of the bruises on his neck. "shut it before i get out." you scolded.

a groan came from keisuke as you hurt him. "baby that hurt!" he whined. "oh hush. you get your ass kicked on the daily, your ever so wonderful partner pushing against your bruises won't do shit." you stated with a roll of your eyes.

the bathroom went quiet again as you washed his hair out, scooping water into your hands and dumping it on his head, all while making sure none got in his eyes. "thank you baby." he mumbled to you, rubbing your waist gently. "of course. anything for you"

[allthelittlecreepycrawlies]

For Gift-Giving

From Huaisang having to convince Meng Yao to accept even a simple gift to Jin Guangyao casually drowning Huaisang in gifts just because he (finally) can.

"Okay, then. I propose we play a game."

Meng Yao glanced over, registered the determination shining in Nie Huaisang's eyes, then sighed and put down his brush. "What game does gongzi have in mind?"

"If I can give you a reasonable, logistics-related argument why you need whatever the thing is I'm trying to give you, then you won't get all deflective 'oh, but I don't deserve it' on me and take it."

Meng Yao could immediately see the ruse behind the rules.

And... honestly... the fact that Nie Huaisang had thought up the ruse in the first place didn't bother him as much as he would have expected. Quite the opposite, actually. The fact that his young master was going out of his way to create an excuse that would cut down on both sect gossip and any potential grumbling from Nie Mingjue was clever.

The fact that Nie Huaisang had come up with this specifically for him was rather endearing.

And whether Nie Huaisang knew it or not, the logic game could potentially sidestep another problem.

He had learned at a very young age that unless it actually came directly from his mother, there was no such thing as a 'gift'. There were loans and other words that implied a demand for payment or repayment later. Or there were promises that would be broken at the first convenience.

Even now, after living in the Unclean Realms for several months, it was hard for him to accept that Nie Huaisang didn't want any other, more tangible, payment besides his company. That gifts were indeed gifts.

If Nie Huaisang presented them as job necessities instead... could he...?

"Fine. We'll try it your way."

Nie Huaisang perked up, then promptly produced a package from behind his back and plopped it on Meng Yao's desk.

With a total lack of surprise, Meng Yao unbound it and peeled open the paper to find a set of simple, but evidently high-quality brushes, and a flat box that contained both ink stones and pigment stones.

Ignoring both the immediate knotting of his stomach at how much they must have cost and the flutter in his chest at the fact that Nie Huaisang had seen him as worth getting them for, he looked up and raised an eyebrow at Nie Huaisang to give his reasoning.

"With better brushes and ink, your calligraphy will be smoother and less splotchy, which means you won't have to spend extra time on corrections and your paperwork will look more professional," Nie Huaisang replied, still grinning as he folded his hands behind his back again.

... Well. It really was a good argument.

"Thank you, gongzi," Meng Yao said politely as he opened the center drawer of his desk and laid the brushes and box inside next to the pot of oil he used for mixing ink.

Practically beaming now, Nie Huaisang spun with a cheerful wave, then left.

Meng Yao finished the document he'd been drafting before Nie Huaisang had arrived.

Then he dropped the brush he'd been using into the waste basket at his feet and selected one of the new ones, unable to keep from smiling a little when he found it really did handle even the overly thick ink still left in the bowl much more elegantly.

---

"Aah? What are these?" Nie Huaisang asked curiously as they stopped at a cluster of intricately carved little granite pedestals, and Jin Guangyao gave a noncommittal shrug to hide how his heart was almost vibrating with anticipation.

Nie Huaisang went to examine the bowls of varying sizes that had been cut into the tops, stone vines holding them in place. "These would be good for- oh! They're for watering and feeding birds, aren't they? I should order..."

He trailed off and looked up, and Jin Guangyao couldn't help grinning at the expression on Huaisang's face when he connected the pieces.

Ah, yes. Now he understood why Huaisang had always been so eager to give him gifts.

"San-ge! These must have cost-"

"If you set them up in your aviary, you won't have to worry about your birds breaking the bowls from the kitchens anymore. Or your brother yelling at you when they do."

Nie Huaisang was sharper than others gave him credit for. Those green eyes immediately flickered in recognition of their old 'game'.

With how much had changed in the last three years, Jin Guangyao didn't exactly know how Nie Huaisang felt about that game these days. So he was more than a little relieved when Huaisang started laughing and rushed to hug him in delighted gratitude.

Perhaps he would next choose something a little less utilitarian... just because.

[undertale-fic-librarby]

Do you have any x reader soulmate fics? Preferably with the bad sanses:)

Howdy, thanks for asking! Here are some fics that might fit what you're looking for!

Once More, With Feeling by TeaTinBlix (Mature, Incomplete)

It's a place where weird things happen, and kids go missing. It's a place where everyone grows up being told to stay away from. It's a place Frisk grew used to hearing scary stories about. But someone also once told Frisk that there was Magic on that mountain, and that if they were lucky, Mt. Ebott would grant them a wish. Any wish. And with Frisk's older sister, You, practically on death's doorstep, they were willing to take any chance they could. And as luck would have it, Frisk literally stumbled right into the Underground and had the adventure of a lifetime. However, by the time they were able to free the monsters and make their way back out to the surface, their new friends and their magic in tow, not even a wish could bring back what Frisk had lost. Because at the end of every single run through the Underground, no matter how quickly Frisk hurried, as the sun rose over the mountain You succumb to an illness you've been battling for a long time. So with one final Reset, Frisk goes back farther than they ever have before. If they can't bring the monsters to You... they'll bring You to the monsters! It's Frisk's last hope, and Your last chance.

Captive Hearts by oftheabyss (Explicit, Incomplete)

Do you ever feel like your life consists of disaster after disaster? You would have said no before, but when an unknown evil takes you hostage, you sense a dramatic change in your lifestyle approaching. First, you get kidnapped, then stabbed, and now you're being held captive by these intimidating (and hot) skeletons who seem determined to keep you safe for some reason. You can't help but ask how an ordinary human like you got roped into this mess. You have no idea that you're the soulmates of one of the most powerful groups in the multiverse. ... TLDR: The Bad Sanses (Nightmare, Error, Cross, Killer, Dust, Axe, and Lust) and their soulmate (Gender Neutral Reader).

You Are Filled With Kindness by Jackalope_Doodles (Mature, Incomplete)

You are Y/N L/N, a Kindness Mage that has been thrown to the wolves, er, the monsters. With a war going on throughout the land Y/N is half convinced that the Monsters must be better, but instead she's met with suspicion, anger, and a lot of hungry creatures. it doesn't take long for her to find her niche only for it to all be uprooted again and again as she takes different monsters into her life and into her soul, including her very own soulmate... Who tried to kill her as soon as he saw her. Great. ///// I'm not a great author, can't claim to be at all, but I enjoy to write and I enjoy seeing people's reactions. I normally keep all of my writings to myself but after the great response from Your World I felt inclined to share again once i had the time to write once more. I've started and restarted several different fics, but this is the one that's stuck around the longest. I can't promise to finish it, but I can promise to try.

Gravitational Pull by Sendryl (Teen And Up, Incomplete)

Soulmates have always existed. Every sentient being has a soulmate mark, hidden from sight until their first moment of physical contact with their soulmate. Unfortunately, matches have been relatively rare for many centuries. Turns out there's a reason for that, and when the monsters come out from under the mountain, everyone finds out why. It's because a massive amount of soulmates were stuck in the Underground. Everyone says that soulmates are a wonderful gift from the universe, a lovely person meant for you and you alone. And while that's mostly true, it doesn't necessarily mean that your relationship will run smoother than anyone else's. It just means that you know you can make it work together. You meet your soulmate a few years after monsters emerge, and you know even before your first touch that you're in for a punny time!

His Starry Night on You by Witchcraftandwine (Mature, Incomplete)

some people have a picture on their body, a connection between them and the one who is meant only for them, these marks are soul marks. When your mark flares into beautiful focus after a life altering event you realise that while experience may have made you jaded against romance, fate had other ideas.

[stuffymcstuffsworld]

The study of magic

Humans did not have large magic capacities like demons. But with a little help and constant exposure, much like iruma and his ring, humans had a way of becoming as strong as their predators. You who had been exposed to the netherworld for a while now had become accustomed to the daily uses of magic at this point.

But of course, it was still weak. In fact, your level couldn't really be on par with demonic toddlers. So it's seen as a major disadvantage. Especially since you don't have wings or super strength to make up for what you lack.

So you studied. Runes were by far the easiest form of magic for a human to study. It was basically just amplifiers for common magic already in place. So what if you just made something like iruma's ring that would absorb and transfer mana to you? It could work.

There was a lot of trial and error in this. Many prototypes destroyed in the process. Sometimes, the material just couldn't hold up to the expectations you held. It irked you.

There was no way you were giving up, though. You had to figure something out. You wanted to protect your family with everything you had. That's what drove you.

There was a lot of testing and adjustments made. Sometimes, you drastically underestimated the energy required to transfer mana, but once you adapted, things went much smoother. Three months of your blood, sweat, and tears, and you were ready for your final test.

The real question, though, was what spell to use. It had to be powerful enough to draw attention as well as be seen as a threat. You had tested many spells, but none of them seemed to suit you.

Magic was not only about intention but imagination. The more willpower to create your desired effect, the better results. But you didn't want any old spell. It needed to be something hard to counter. It shouldn't be something well known either.... oh!

Another theory came to mind. If all it took to perform magic was three simple ingredients, then couldn't you just perform any type? It didn't have to be demonic. Oh, you had to test this now.

Making your way to the schools training grounds, you attached your prototypes to your wrists. You examined the terrain momentarily before picking a random rock formation in the distance. It seemed big enough and far enough away.

Now, you just needed to test your theory to see if it was possible. Rolling up your sleeves, you started chanting. Thank goodness some things could be remembered by heart.

◇Darkness beyond twighlight, crimson beyond blood that flows, buried in the stream of time is where your power grows.◇

You felt a tingle rushing through your viens. Power seemed to flow freely as you observed the results so far. Ok, so it is possible to start, but will it still deliver your results? There is only one way to see.

◇I pledge myself to conquer all the foes who stand before the mighty gift bestowed in my unworthy hands.◇

You felt the power increase as you raised your hand to your predetermined target. Taking a deep breath, you close your eyes, imagining the amount of destruction this spell could cause. 'Let this work, please.' You thought as you finished your spell.

◇Let the fools who stand before me be destroyed by the power you and I possess... DRAGON SLAVE!!!◇

The ground shook as the magic released itself like a shot. You stumbled but watched as the spell had left nothing but a large gaping hole behind. You stared in silence for a moment. You did it.

You had really done it! Adrenaline and raw magic, making you vibrate on the spot. "It worked! It worked, yes, oh my devi, it worked!" There was so much to do so much research to try.

[mothmage]

Memory Monday! (is that a thing?) AMC / Old Maniel fic from Armand's POV:

Louis proposed a revisitation of the past, a re-do of that first fateful interview. Armand agreed, but soon found himself swept away in a revisitation of his own past. By the time Daniel arrived at the penthouse, Armand had already made his decision. He would not let his boy go, this time.

6 chapters, already finished. Excerpt from the latter half below, AO3 link in the notes :)

Daniel huffed a laugh, shaking his head, and wandered back into the bathroom. The towel hung low around his hips, and Armand couldn’t bear it any longer; he sprung up, pulled to Daniel like a magnet, and wrapped his arms around him, hands running over his chest, the softness of his belly. He pressed his nose into the back of Daniel’s neck, breathing him in.

“Mmmm.”

In the mirror, he could see Daniel rolling his eyes. “Little weirdo,” he said, affectionately. “The text?”

Armand stood on his toes to hook his chin over Daniel’s shoulder, looking at them both in the mirror. “From Riley,” he said. “She fears that you’re having some sort of crisis. She says she doesn’t care.”

Daniel’s face screwed up, confused. “Crisis?”

“Mid-life crisis, she called it,” Armand said, distracted by his hands, gently running his sharp nails across Daniel’s belly.

He laughed, sounding a little embarrassed. Armand could feel his face flush, heated where it pressed against Armand’s own cool cheek. “Oh, God,” he said, raising a hand to cover his eyes. “Kayla must have called her.”

Armand just hummed, eyes still following the patterns he was making, faint red lines across the canvas of Daniel’s body, fading even as he watched. He was so delicate, so careful with his boy; he was doing better, this time, than before.

“You’re just determined to embarrass me,” Daniel said. He let his head fall back a little, leaning into Armand’s hold.

“Embarrass you?” he asked, titling his head up to take Daniel’s earlobe between his teeth, press a kiss to the side of his neck. “Never, beloved.”

Daniel just rolled his eyes. “Now that’s a lie, and we both know it.”

Armand smiled, but didn’t deny it. “Is it so embarrassing?”

Daniel just huffed, raised an arm, gestured at their reflection in the mirror. Armand looked, studied them, then smiled in satisfaction, tucking his nose against Daniel’s neck. They looked well together, as they always had.

“No we don’t,” Daniel said, in response to the thought that Armand must have projected. “I look like a creepy old man. You look younger than my daughters. God, no wonder they’re freaking out.”

Armand abandoned the patterns, wound his arms tightly around Daniel. “I am over five hundred years old,” he said, amused.

Daniel just rolled his eyes. “They don’t know that.”

Armand studied him, met his eyes through the mirror. “They will, if you publish your book. They’ll know everything.”

“Not everything,” Daniel objected.

Armand chewed his lip. “Enough.”

Daniel didn’t believe anyone would read it, truly. Armand didn’t care enough to argue. Perhaps with the return of Lestat, Louis would no longer be so insistent on suicide by vampiric outrage.

Instead, Armand tilted his cheek against Daniel’s, looking at them both in the mirror. With the Mind Gift, he slowly replaced Daniel’s face, his body with younger, smoother versions, the Daniel that Armand had met at Polynesian Mary’s in 1973. He and Armand looked well matched. They could have been childhood friends, or perhaps college roommates.

“Armand…” Daniel said, warningly.

Armand ignored him, letting the vision shift to a slightly older Daniel, just before it had all gone wrong. 1984 or so. He looked older, visibly older. For the first time, he looked noticeably older than Armand. Armand looked the same, always the same.

1993. Daniel from his fortieth birthday party. Armand had lurked outside, peered through the eyes of Daniel’s first wife, the vision tinted with love and lust. This was the Daniel that stood with him in the mirror, now. When Armand changed his own reflection, adding delicate lines to his face, silver to his hair, Daniel stiffened in his arms.

“What are you doing?” he asked, brow furrowing. The reflection, forty-year-old Daniel, his brow furrowed too. “Boss?”

Armand smiled. He’d never heard this Daniel speak to him. This Daniel had been lost to him.

Again, the vision changed. 2003, fifty. Daniel older, grayer, skin beginning to stretch. Armand stared at his own face, his face as he would never see it. Armand had been fifty, had long since passed fifty, but never would he have the salt-and-pepper hair flowing now around his face, or the lines around his mouth, deepening. Frown lines between his eyes. Daniel reached up, a hand brushing against Armand’s cheek. Smooth, perfect, not a wrinkle to be found.

Daniel’s reflection returned to his own, sixty-nine and beautiful. Armand further aged the illusion of his own face, worn and haloed with grey. Around Daniel’s waist, his hands were wrinkled and spotted. He imagined a world where Armand-at-seventy and Daniel-at-seventy might have known each other. Might have held each other like this, might have looked like a matched set. He blinked back tears, letting the vision fall away. In its place, Armand saw a beautiful young man, held hostage by a horrible monster. The beautiful man blinked, his hand falling away from Armand’s face.

“You think I look like one of your students,” Armand said, quietly. His eyes were still fixed on their reflection.

Daniel’s eyes met his, in the mirror. “I don’t know what to think, anymore,” he said, voice a little hoarse.

Armand just settled his chin onto Daniel’s shoulder, continuing to study them.

“You like me like this,” Daniel said, after a long moment. “Old. This some kind of fetish?”

Armand didn’t laugh. His arms tightened, just a bit, around Daniel’s middle. “It shows that you’re alive. That you’ve lived. There is no greater gift than to grow old.”

Daniel was quiet, his face drawn and serious, but his hands came up, pressed against Armand’s. They stood there until Daniel’s skin began to chill, and Armand released him to manhandle him into a thick sweater.

[maironsbigboobs]

Could you do the “on each eyelid” kiss prompt with Nienor/Finduilas?

7. on each eyelid

“You’re tired.”

Niënor lay on their bed, propping herself up on one elbow to watch Finduilas, who remained bent over her task at the little collapsing table that served as her desk. When she heard her voice, she startled, and hurriedly hid her work in her lap.

“I thought you were asleep.” Finduilas avoided answering, but for Niënor that was answer enough. Climbing out of the bed, she crossed the tent and took Finduilas’ hand in her own. Finduilas bunched up her skirts to hide her project further. 

“I missed you. Come to bed.” She brushed her thumb over the back of Finduilas’ hand, so much smoother than her own.

“I need to finish your present. I should have started sooner.” Ah, so that was what it was. Niënor laughed. 

“It’s not funny.” Finduilas protested, but there was laughter in her voice too. “You deserve a nice surprise. I know you too well - if I go to sleep, you will not be able to resist having a peek.”

Niënor pressed a hand over her heart in mock affront. “Are you calling me nosy, princess?”

Finduilas smiled sweetly at her, eyes glinting; “Never, dearest.”

“Maybe if you come to bed with me, I will be too distracted to look, and you will get to sleep. A fair deal, no?”

“I swear, love, you would try and negotiate with the Valar themselves.” Finduilas tutted gently, as she stood, folding her project and quickly hiding it in her supply box. Then she turned back to Niënor and kissed her softly. “To bed.”

“To bed.”

It was quite a squeeze, the two of them in a tangle of limbs and blankets and golden hair. Finduilas settled against Niënor, her head against her breast, and it was not long before she was sleeping - eyes closed, a habit she had picked up for Niënor’s comfort.

Niënor held her, stroking her hair softly. It was her favourite moment of the day, seeing Finduilas sleep and watching the stress and grief fade from her face. This was how she imagined Finduilas had been when the world was young, before war and torment had touched her - as golden and unchanging as the Sun. She leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to each eyelid.

“Sweet dreams, my love.”

As much as it tempted her, she did not go and look at her present. She had a better gift in her arms.

[mx-kamisato]

(tapping mic) hello 🤨 is this thing on 🤨🤨 okay hi arty !!! i’m so sorry i wasn’t able to draw you something on your birthday like i usually do, my hands are really shaky and it was just really difficult </3 so here’s a fic of your acey pooh <3

Today was a special day, especially for you. The day you were born, and it was one of ACE’s favorite days. A day all about you he calls it, and you think he’s so extra and dramatic when he talks about it. But you have to understand that people he holds close and dear to him, he’ll always go above and beyond for. Which is why you were surprised to wake up and not see him there next to you in the morning.

But your surprised reaction was cut short as you heard a familiar voice start humming from outside the door. And like that, you relaxed your body and turned your head in the direction of the window. It wasn’t a rainy day in Fontaine, it was warm with the sunlight breaking through the curtains. Normally, you would’ve been in the tents with Ace but he took a whole week off just for you so you could rest somewhere more comfortably for your birthday week.

The sound of the doorknob twisting caught your attention, your partner, Ace- no, Claude came into the room. A bright smile on his face, reaching up to his eyes when he looks at you.

“Happy birthday mon amour!” He says cheerfully, holding a tray of your favorite breakfast foods that he’s learned how to make for you. He gives you a quick kiss on the cheek and the on the forehead, placing the tray down  on your lap when you sat up to thank him. He sits on the edge of the bed, funnily enough still in the matching pajama set you decided to get for yourselves. His heart feels warm when you giggle at the sight.

He quickly stands up, seeing you try to look for a hair tie so he walks over a little behind you. “Go ahead and eat love, I’ll take care of this.” He reassures you, he gathers the hair away from your face as you start your meal. He grabs the brush on the night stand, being gentle with your hair when it came to tangles. 

You initially thought he was just going to put your hair into a low ponytail, but was happily surprised to feel him separate your hair into three parts. Ah, he was going to braid your hair. He makes light work of it, quick to finish off the braid despite the long length of your hair and tie it securely. “You have pretty hair dear, I could never get bored of playing with it.” He tells you, chuckling to himself slightly.

He takes the ribbon out his hair and uses it for your braid instead. He goes back to sitting on the edge of the bed in front of you, happily chatting with you about what you wanted to do for the day. Things with him, despite him being quite extravagant, never felt too much or overwhelming. He had a patience and understanding that goes smoother than a peaceful stream. He stops abruptly, a soft ‘hold on’ comes from his mouth and he stands up again.

He goes to the nightstand, pulling a box out from one of the drawers. You blink in confusion, trying to figure out what it could be. You had already finished your food at this point so he places the box next to you, taking your tray. “Go on, open it darling. Let me put this back.” He tells you, kissing your forehead once again before leaving. 

Your hands reach for the box, examining the packaging. This looked expensive. Really, really expensive. Opening the box, revealed to you a gold chain necklace with a matching set of earrings. The box had something ingrained on the inside, ‘For my dear Artem.’ A beautiful shade of amethyst-like crystal in the shape of honey droplets that shined prettier than diamonds. The earrings had a matching design as well.

You wanted to gasp at the sight, Claude walked back into the room already without you noticing. He chuckles and sees your pleasantly warm reaction, making him grin in return. “Do you like it? I saw it and I just thought it suited you so well. Of course that’s not the only gift I have for you, there are a bunch more in the living room.” He tells you casually, making you shake your head and laugh.

“Would you like for me to put it on you?” He asks, offering his hand out. You nod your head, gently taking the braid out of the way of your neck. He takes the necklace out and gently wraps it around, guiding the hook into place so it stays. You let go of the braid and he walks back to see how it looks on you. He giggles, holds your face and kisses your nose. He had that adoring look in his eyes as per usual.

“Happy birthday darling. I can’t explain how happy I am to have you in my life.”

—

OKAY now time for letters from the family <3

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Happy Birthday Artem,

You’re now one year older and I’m proud to see you make it this far. I know these years haven’t came easy to you, and I know that you struggled deeply within times. Words cannot describe the amount of joy it brings me to see and hear you continuing to live your life. Though you’re older now, I still consider you my child if you’ll allow me too and I hope this year brings you much happiness and perseverance through it all. I know that I unfortunately am not around all that often, and that I am in the Inner World majority of the time but just know that no matter the distance, my support and care for you does not waver in the slightest. Thank you for being here and we love you.

Love, Mora. :)

-

Qiqi does not know how to start this letter. But Qiqi wishes you a happy birthday. You’re now an even bigger sibling to Qiqi. This makes Qiqi very happy. Qiqi isn’t in front often, but Qiqi does miss you a lot. Qiqi hopes you’re well. Qiqi loves you.

Qiqi .

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HIIIII ARTEM !!!! OH MY GOD LOOK AT YOU !!! I HAVEN’T TALKED TO YOU IN SO LONG BUT AAAAAHH !!! IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU GROW AND GET OLDER !!! LOOK AT YOU GO !!! <3333 I’m SO SO SO happy and proud to be a part of your life and I KNOW I’m not in front often anymore but just know that I LOVE YOU AND I CARE FOR YOU AND I’M SO PROUD. YOU MADE IT THIS FAR AND I KNOW YOU’RE GONNA GET EVEN FARTHER !! I hope this day is AMAZING for you and I hope the rest of the year becomes easier as you grow as a person!!! I know growing up can get really really scary but I promise you that you will be okay and that things do get easier !!! YOU GOT THIS !!!! <3333

LOVE , MITSURI <3

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Hey kiddo !! 

Look at you growing up, I’m starting to feel old already. :] It’s been a tough few years for you huh? I’m glad to see you’re pushing through it all with strength and perseverance. I’m proud to see your progress and growth as you get older but you’ll always be my little sibling to me. I know growing up get can real scary and I know things can get even more confusing than they were when you were younger. But you have a good head on your shoulders, I trust that you can make it out there okay? And if you need support, you have us to count on. I know this letter sounds a little more serious than what you’re used to hearing from me, but really I am proud and happy for you kiddo. Keep pushing through.

Your big brother, Childe. :]

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— from lailai + the fam <3

WAAHHH IT'S OKAY LAI, TYSM 🫶🫶🫶

HEHEGEGEGE CLAUDE, ACEY POOH MY BELOVED, I'M SO INSANE FOR HIM HEHEHEHE

SOBS, YOU GUYS, I LOVE YOU 🫶

PEEPAW MORA TYSSSMM 🫶🫶

QIQI MY BELOVED BABY, THANK YOU SOOO MUCH, I LOVE YOU TOO 🥹

MITSURI AYRGRGRG, THANK YOU AND YAS, WE GOT THIS 💪💪💪

AURGH, OMG BIG BRO BEING SERIOUS?��️🤨

Aurgghehshs but thank you for believing in me carrot head 🫶🫶

[faux-fires]

(Not-a) drabble-a-day #8

(shounen protagonist knocked down in a fight climbing back to my feet, wiping away an artistic trickle of blood from the corner of mouth voice) i’m not finished with you yet!

handers (not-a) drabble-a-day prompt #8, “regret”. IT’S UNDER 1,000 WORDS FINALLY i’m heading in the right direction! nvm i edited it and now it’s 1,033 words. i am my own downfall :(

"Anders," Hawke says quietly, "I can't help you unless you let me. Open the door."

On the other side of the library door, broken glass crunches; furniture shifts. Anders' voice, Justice riding just beneath the surface, growls: "No."

Hawke rests his forehead against the cool wood, closes his eyes. This had gone so much smoother in his head. "Please, Anders."

Anders's voice is cold and hostile. "You should have known this was going to happen, Hawke. You made this choice, you did this knowing it was a betrayal of everything I stand for!"

"I didn't - "

"Don't," Anders says stiffly. "It is your fault we're in this mess to start with."

Hawke sighs. Perhaps there is some truth to the accusation. Anders is a man of absolute principles, a rigid black and white, and Hawke had always known there was no middle ground, no compromise. "I love you," he says, very softly, against the door.

Anders's voice, when it comes back through the door, is quiet and close; he must be leaning against it on his side, too. "I know," he says, "and I love you too. But this cannot continue, love. The library's smashed to pieces, and my shoe is beyond repair."

"I thought... I thought it might help. Take your mind off things." Hawke splays his hand over the door handle. "I'll fix it."

Anders snorts. "I should hope so," he says, drily; "It was your idea to get another dog."

Behind Hawke, the puppy whines. It's still holding Anders' ripped-up boot in its mouth, bandages trailing from one end. Hawke opens his mouth to point out that honestly, it couldn't be worse, and immediately decides against it and settles instead on the biggest, most generous offer he can. "I'll let you name her," he says.

There's a pause, and then he has to hurriedly scramble to catch himself as the door lurches open a crack. Anders' suspicious eye squints at him through the gap. "You'll let me name her."

"Yeah," Hawke says, although not without some trepidation. "I bought her for you, love."

Anders' eye narrows. "You got me a dog? Really? I know your gift-giving skills have always been questionable, but did they run out of heretical amulets?"

Yes, he did. Not because he thought Anders would come around but because he was Fereldan; because despite being away from home for so long he still associated them with protection. His own Dog had saved his life on multiple occasions and he wanted that for Anders, non-judgemental protection and companionship wrapped in a body big enough to knock down a man in full plate; loyalty and affection for those times when Hawke could not be there to offer his own. He had no idea where Anders went nowadays, why he was home so late. They never talked about the templars loitering in the Viscount's Keep or the patrols on the street or the increasing number of tranquil in the Gallows, day on day. It scared the shit out of Hawke.

He had gone from night terrors of his own arrest at the hand of Meredith to ones in which he found Anders  flat-eyed and branded working a stall there, under the shadows of the high Gallows wall, and he didn't know how to say that, to talk about that deep and biting fear, so yeah. "I got you a mabari," he said instead, because for a proper Fereldan, that said it all for him.

There’s a pause, and Hawke dares hope... Anders was born in Ferelden too. Perhaps that is enough. Perhaps he understands enough. With a sigh of defeat, the door opens with a creak. Anders looks thinner; the bags beneath his eyes are deeper. His brow is furrowed as he stares down the puppy, who stands up at the sight of him, her stubby tail wagging hopefully. In a crooning, leading voice, Hawke says, "Some people say they were bred by mages."

Anders wrinkles his nose. The puppy gallops up to him, cavorting in front of him with his boot in her mouth. She's a muscular little thing, massive paws and velvet-soft black fur; she matches Anders' new aesthetic. Hawke watches them anxiously, but even though Anders has always been vocal about preferring cats, he's never really much minded Dog, and eventually he crouches, sighs heavily, and puts a hand on her head. "Fine," he says.

"You'll keep her?" Hawke can't keep a note of hope from his voice. Anders has been... distant lately, and maybe this is all he needs. Cats are their own masters, but dogs are friends. Dog's certainly been his friend.

"I suppose," Anders sighs. She barks at him and puts her paws on top of his left foot, which makes Hawke wince; cute now, maybe not so cute when she weighs three hundred pounds. "There'll be no room for you in the bed either, little one," he warns her. She wags her tail at him, uncomprehending.

Hawke releases a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. "I suppose you can think of a name for her eventually," he says, already thinking of how best to brace himself for sharing a house with a dog named Serah Wiggletoes or Madame Drools-a-lot or whatever his brilliant, beautiful boyfriend chooses to inflict upon her.

But - "No," says Anders, mildly. "I already know exactly what I'm going to call her." He squats down, placing his hand on top of her wrinkly little forehead and rubbing back and forth; his eyes cut up to meet Hawke's. His expression is mischievous, the face he usually wears before asking Hawke to tie him up in bed, or before attempting (badly) to cheat at Wicked Grace; it's self-satisfaction and Hawke has an instinctive wave of affection at the sight of it surge through him so quickly for a moment he can't breathe.

It lasts until Anders looks away, back at the puppy and says, "I'm going to call her Cat."

"Of course you are," Hawke says mournfully. He’s so in love with this man it makes his knees weak and his heart sing, filled to the brim with a vast well of emotion, and right now, that emotion is regret.

anders’ life in meme:

[heniareth]

Yoooooooooo hey hi!! First of all I am sending get well soon vibes to you, beloved germbag 😂😂 no but really. Kick its arse. The nerve of it!

For the kissing prompt, if I might ask for Astala (my beloved!!) and Zevran (her beloved!!):

- kissing them to shut them up

- holding them by the jaw to kiss them

- idr the name of it but the gist was small, domestic kisses while getting stuff done e.g. making breakfast.

Any of these, none of these, all of these-- whatever takes your fancy as applicable!! :D :D

Kisses and smooches coming right up!! Thank you for the well-wishes ^^ I am happy to report I am kicking the germs' ass (or whatever counts as a backside on a germ). Current prognosis is that maybe this weekend I'll get rid of it? My trusty allies garlic and lemon have done a lot of heavy-duty lifting here. On to the smooches! It's being a good pracitce at being self-indulgent. Under the cut because it's long (very long)!

CW for a little suggestive talk in the second and third snippet, discussion of drunkenness in the second.

A) Holding them by the jaw to kiss them

The Landsmeet was always an ordeal. Zevran knew that Astala had hoped it would go smoother this time with all the evidence that they had prepared. His mere presence, however, unusual as it was, seemed to be enough to bring all of their preparations into jeopardy.

"I just don't think, arlessa," Gell said, "that his word holds much weight here."

"Say what you mean," Astala said in a tone that Zevran recognized as a threat.

"It should be obvious," arl Gell said and leaned back in his seat, gesturing towards Zevran. "He's Antivan."

"And you're no longer Fereldan," Astala shot back. "Your point?"

Gell laid his hands on the railing of the balustrade. "He shouldn't even be here!"

""Neither should you," one of the banns called from the floor below.

"Please!" Anora called from her seat as Astala stood up. Her knuckles were paling from the death grip on her cane.

"Your Majesty," Gell said, turning to Anora. "This is an insult to the Landsmeet!"

"An insult?" Zevran lifted his eyebrows. This man was getting tiresome.

“I’m so sorry, Zevran,” Astala muttered, only for him to hear.

Zevran made a dismissive gesture towards the arl. “This is hardly your fault. How about we make ourselves more disagreeable to this man?”

“What, is that still possible?” Astala scoffed over the clamoring nobility. “Any ideas?”

Zevran drew one finger along her jaw, on the side of her face that had ben scarred by the archdemon’s fire, and bent her head further down, until her lips were hovering above his. A wolfish smile came over Astala’s face as she leaned in and Zevran captured her lips in a fierce kiss. The Landsmeet broke out into loud shouting, broken up and harmonized when Shianni whistled loud enough that it could be heard out in the hallway and in the rooms past it.

Author's notes: arl Gell Lendon is an asshole who took Edgehall by force when his half-brother, who he had attempted to murder, died to the darkspawn. He proceeded to chopp down Edgehall's vhenadahl and then took action against a Dalish clan who wanted to gift the Alienage a new vhenadahl. To say Astala has beef with him (as do I) is to put it lightly. You can read more about him and inform your outrage at this man on this wiki page.

B) Kissing them to shut them up

An early night in the Alienage that was just chilly enough to be comfortable as long as people were sitting close enough together found Astala and Zevran in the company of two of Astala’s friends, Carrel and Tehriel. They’d found a spot close to Alarith’s shop where they could sit and talk as the sun fully disappeared behind the ocean, and swap stories about the year that had passed. Tonight was a night of funny stories, and Zevran had finished recounting every detail of his failed assassination attempt.

“You tried to kill her?” Tehriel leaned back, wide-eyed and arms crossed. “No way.”

“It made for a rousing first meeting,” Zevran said lightly.

“Second meeting,” Astala said. “Our first meeting was in the tavern at Redcliffe.”

“Ah, you remember that?” Zevran clicked his tongue. “I thought you might not. You were quite drunk.”

Carrel snorted. “And you fell in love with her after seeing her drunk.”

“Hey, I’m an okay drunk!” Astala protested.

“And a bit aggressive, Tabris,” Carrel said.

“Well, I was very nice to him,” Astala answered.

“That she was.” Zevran leaned further against Astala. “She invited me to sit with her.”

“Oooh, she never let me sit next to her,” Tehriel said and Astala stuck her tongue out at him.

“Because you cheat at cards!”

“After that, we went for a stroll under the stars,” Zevran continued with a fond smile.

“How romantic,” Carrel deadpanned.

“And then, she asked me to stay the night.”

“She did whaaaaat?” Tehriel turned to Astala. “You did that?”

“I didn’t!” Astala protested.

“No?” Zevran asked, feigning surprise himself. “But you asked me to join you!”

“To join our group!” Astala said and gave Zevran a shove. “Not me!”

“Are you quite certain?” Zevran asked.

“Maybe you don’t remember it right,” Carrel offered with his brand of calm but relentless teasing. “How drunk were you, Tabris?”

“Oh, let me assure you,” Zevran said, “she was quite drunk.”

“I was not!” Astala protested. “I could walk and all!”

“Barely.”

“You know, it’s not like you, Tabris, to just go on inviting random strangers into your little group of friends,” Tehriel said.

“If she was at the point to do that, I can imagine her asking him to stay the night,” Carrel mused.

“Don’t listen to him!” Astala said. “I was doing fine!”

Tehriel turned to Zevran. “How much had she been drinking?”

Zevran shrugged with a mischievous smile. “I counted six tankards.”

Carrel and Tehriel broke out into roaring laughter as Astala shrieked in indignation and tried to cover Zevran’s mouth with her hand to keep him from talking on. It was in vain; Zevran licked her hand. Astala pulled a face and wiped it off on his shirt, which he used as a momentary distraction to sneakily pull her closer again. He opened his mouth to speak again, but Astala, seeing how the hand on his mouth hadn’t worked, had grabbed him by the chin and pulled him in. The pressing of her lips to his effectively shut him up. What surprise this move provoked quickly vanished from Zevran’s face as he closed his eyes. His hand cupped her cheek, hers found his neck, and Carrel and Tehriel were presented with the enticing opportunity to whistle and holler at the tactical move and its devastating effects.

C) Small, domestic kisses while getting stuff done e.g. making breakfast.

"We should tidy up," Astala sighed.

From her lap came a muffled "no" as Zevran buried his head further in the crook between her thigh and stomach. He haphazardly slung one arm around her waist. It tickled. Astala let out a breath of a laugh and leaned back against the pillows on the bench.

It promised to be a quiet night here in Antiva, sitting on their porch with the host of children finally asleep in their beds. The stars were bright on the cloudless sky. The breeze from the ocean ruffled the leaves of the trees in the garden and chased away the heat of the day. It danced through Zevran's hair and blew up her own curly strands. Astala started combing her husband's hair back down.

"What a day," Zevran muttered and shifted. Half-hooded eyes were now looking up to her, soft with tiredness.

Astala nodded and added a bit of pressure to the slow drag of her fingers. Zevran closed his eyes again and groaned in contentment.

"Sorry for the last-minute addition," she said. "Soris didn't say they'd all come."

"It's alright." Zevran stifled a yawn. "How did it go?"

Astala looked up over the garden as she gathered her thoughts.

"Good, I think," she finally said. "My father's not over Soris just disappearing yet, but they talked. And his wife is very nice. Bit shy."

Zevran laughed quietly. "She was frightened of you, I think."

"Really? Huh." Astala raised her eyebrows. "I'm not that scary anymore."

"Oh, I think you get scarier with age, amore," Zevran said and laughed when he saw her expression. "Come now. You were the one who drove all the customers away from that old man, no? A few words and nobody dares approach the place."

"He was so rude!" Astala protested. "And his stock was the worst I've ever seen!"

"And so you drove him into ruin," Zevran laughed and tapped a finger against her lips when she started pouting. "Beware the power of those lips."

Astala pretended to bite his finger.

"Ohoho! See? You are a danger, amore."

"You're the danger here, love," Astala retorted and placed a kiss on his finger. "How did it go for you?"

In her lap, Zevran sighed and turned to face the stars.

"Alright," he muttered. "It went alright. Well, even. The flock is behaving."

"They better," Astala said. "So, setting an example worked?"

"I think it did," Zevran said. "But it is such a long way to and back. One whole day on the road, and everytime I go…"

He threw his hand in the air and let it fall listlessly back to his side.

"I would much rather be here," he said. "The backstabbing, the intimidating, the posturing, it is getting old. At least our children never try to pull the same trick twice."

"I mean…" Astala began, but Zevran cut her off.

"Trust me, they are much more creative than the Crows. They act like children; the Crows meanwhile are like a band of street cats fighting over a piece of fish."

Astala let out a snorted laugh at that image. It got a quiet chuckle out of Zevran. Then he sighed and readjusted his position in her lap.

"What if we left the washing up for tomorrow?"

"I can do it," Astala said. "You've been on the road for a long time."

Zevran shook his head. "You have been up all day."

"I'm alright," Astala said. "Believe it or not."

Zevran leaned his head against her stomach again and closed his eyes. Astala leaned back once more and watched the stars.

Dinner kept sitting in the kitchen, dishes and cups piled up and waiting to be washed.

"Alright," Astala said, trying to stand up and tapping Zevran on the head when he refused to move. "Gotta clean up together then."

A groan in protest was her only answer. Nothing to do then but to pick her reluctant husband up. Which went straight to her hip and she'd probably regret it tomorrow, but it was worth it; Zevran let out a yelp when she heaved him over her shoulder.

"I must say," she heard from behind her as she made her way to the kitchen with him hanging head first down her shoulder. "I cannot complain. This is a lovely view."

He gave her backside an appreciative pat.

"I'd love to indulge you for longer," Astala groaned and set him down. "I'm gonna wash the dishes. Can you get them? And also a chair?"

"Your desire," Zevran said and pressed a kiss to her cheek.

He made for the nearest chair. Astala held him back and kissed him herself, on his lips.

"Incentive," she said.

"For dishes to be brought?" Zevran asked.

Astala nodded.

"Hmmm. For a price such as this…"

Zevran leaned back in, but Astala quickly leaned to the side and gave him a peck on the cheek instead.

"Dishes first."

"Such dangerous lips and now such torments." Zevran threw his hand up to his forehead as he turned around. "I shall have wasted away before this ordeal is done."

"Poor soul," Astala giggled and sat down as she began to wash the dishes. "Maker have mercy on you."

"May he, indeed!" Zevran approached, arms full of dishes, and set them down next to the water basin. "But will you have mercy on me, amore?"

Astala cupped his cheek with the hand that was not wet yet and kissed him. Zevran, evil man that he was, let his tongue dart out between his teeth to taste her, which made her squeal, and this prompted him to kiss her again to muffle the sound. The kiss ended in laughter on both sides—quiet laughter so they wouldn't wake anyone up.

Kiss by kiss, the stacks of dishes vanished. Kiss by kiss, they were dried and placed back in their respective cabinets. Once the last dish had been stored away and Astala had dried her hand, Zevran pulled her up and into one last kiss. Soft, warm, a light caress after a long day… suddenly, Astala was sad there were no more dishes to wash.

"This wasn't so bad," she said, letting her surprise bleed into her voice.

Zevran hummed and set out to say something. Instead, he yawned.

"Bed?"

"Bed and sleep," Astala nodded.

---

"And maybe a reward for a job well done?" Zevran asked cheekily.

Astala laughed, hooked her left arm with his and stole another kiss after he turned down the lights. The house fell silent.

Thank you so much for the prompts!!! These were very fun to write XD XD XD XD It's a damn shame that I haven't written many kissings or other affectionate moments between Zevran and Astala for now and I love being able to rectify that. Also, kudos for reaching the end! This was exactly the kind of brain fodder I needed right now

Have a lovely day and a lovely weekend!!! May no cold befall you, my friend. Cheers!

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[translations-dark-matter]

Living as an Extra in an Omegaverse novel

Chapter 47

While conversing with Yoo Jin-ha at the cafe, Ha Jin-seong couldn't help but think of Se-hyeon. He had wanted to see his surprised reaction. Although Se-hyeon's expression wasn't currently one of astonishment, Ha Jin-seong couldn't take his eyes off his face.

"I don't know what you're thinking, but I want to hear it all."

At this moment, it felt like he could even leave his prestigious position at the company hanging in the air for Se-hyeon's sake.

"What is it?"

Se-hyeon urged Ha Jin-seong, brimming with anticipation. He had mentioned something happened, but Ha Jin-seong didn't provide a straightforward answer.

"Well... is it about the secretary?"

"Sorry, but it seems like you're talking nonsense, no."

Se-hyeon even halted his mumbling words, realizing that it was pointless since Ha Jin-seong couldn't hear him anyway. He stopped because he knew it wasn't right to do so on his own when Ha Jin-seong couldn't hear.

As Se-hyeon thought, Ha Jin-seong didn't hear it. However, he accurately understood that Se-hyeon had mumbled something about it.

"This is driving me crazy, seriously."

He was a person who didn't match any of my expectations. That's why it was more interesting to observe him, as he never became dull.

"Once today is over, there's time..."

Ha Jin-seong's words were drowned out by the sound of a door opening.

"Secretary Ahn."

"Sir."

Shin Tae-oh walked towards Se-hyeon, his gaze fixed on him. He had passed by Ha Jin-seong before coming to me, not even glancing in his direction.

"This is..."

Se-hyeon couldn't step back or retreat due to Shin Tae-oh's sudden approach, and he found himself standing in front of him.

It was coffee.

"You like coffee, right?"

Se-hyeon nodded in agreement to Shin Tae-oh's statement.

He couldn't casually enjoy coffee. If it was iced, the ice would melt, making it lukewarm, and if it was hot, it would often cool down before he could finish it. That's why he frequented this particular cafe, where they would add a little ice if he wanted it cold or heat it even hotter than usual if he wanted it hot, showing their consideration.

Despite the cold outside, Se-hyeon, who was working in an office with a heater, naturally felt more drawn to an iced coffee.

"Thank you."

He received another gift from Shin Tae-oh.

It wasn't as burdensome as the last time with the barley powder, and knowing that it was bought from a cafe I liked, I felt a strange sense of joy while accepting it.

Before he knew it, Ha Jin-seong noticed the iced coffee with less ice.

"Oh, the boss wanted me to pass on a message."

When Se-hyeon looked up at Shin Tae-oh, he saw him wink with one eye.

...I was just about to be touched, but his wink made me freeze.

"He said he tried to make it smoother this time. If you like it, let him know for next time."

Since he often drank coffee while working, there were times when it was difficult to swallow. It seemed like he remembered what I casually mentioned during the conversation with the boss.

"Thank you."

Se-hyeon stepped aside with the coffee cups in his hands. As he placed two of them on the most convenient windowsill, he noticed that Shin Tae-oh had spotted Ha Jin-seong.

From now on...

"I'll switch to full spectator mode."

This wasn't a situation where Ha Jin-seong came to see him and unexpectedly ran into Shin Tae-oh. Soon, Ha Min-hyuk would also come in.

From now on, it meant that something unrelated to him would unfold. So he closed his mouth, relaxed, and suppressed his presence, intending to enjoy the show.

It's been a while since I've had front-row seats like this.

Se-hyeon was slightly surprised when Ha Jin-seong suddenly showed up, but if it was for the purpose of disturbing Ha Min-hyuk, it wasn't something he couldn't handle.

"Just a misstep."

Even if Ha Jin-seong hadn't come, Shin Tae-oh would have declined. Well, he had no intention of telling Ha Jin-seong what to do anyway.

"Now Ha Min-hyuk should be coming soon."

Coincidentally, as Ha Min-hyuk entered, he paused upon seeing Ha Jin-seong.

"The earlier you come, especially on important meeting days, the better the results you can achieve. It's a plus factor," Ha Jin-seong expressed, turning the conversation into a reproach for Ha Min-hyuk instead of a greeting.

"Not that I put it that way."

"Why are you here?" Ha Min-hyuk asked Ha Jin-seong, glancing briefly at Shin Tae-oh. In response, Ha Jin-seong casually toyed with the coffee placed in front of him as if it was nothing.

"I came as an observer."

He repeated the same words he had said to Se-hyeon and gestured towards an empty seat.

"Don't mind me and proceed."

If he said that, would he really not mind?

But regardless of Ha Min-hyuk's situation, Se-hyeon's situation wasn't great.

Alpha three, pheromone two.

Se-hyeon closed the window, feeling suffocated in the confined space where sharp pheromones were floating around. He settled his restless thoughts while sipping the iced coffee he had. The excitement of spectating faded away.

"We will begin," Beta Lee Jin-ho said, unaffected by the alpha's pheromones, and started the meeting.

***

Ha Min-hyuk also displayed various data on the screen that he had gathered through different methods. It was to confirm that the content aligned somewhat with the direction they had discussed regarding the business feasibility.

In the meantime, Se-hyeon intermittently drank his coffee. There were two cups on the windowsill, and it seemed that the coffee he needed at that moment was the one he reached for.

As a result, unlike usual, he drank it all the way to the bottom without leaving any ice. Carefully checking if there might be any sound of sucking in air through a straw, Se-hyeon inspected the bottom and placed it down.

It was a pity that he finished it all, but the meeting was also coming to an end.

"We don't have much time left until the bidding."

"We have prepared in advance, so if we proceed with additional directions, there is enough time."

As they continued to engage in formal discussions, Se-hyeon let out a slightly disappointed sigh. They had assembled the main character, the sub-characters, and even the villain, so why did it feel so lackluster?

I didn't expect things to go in a strange direction, but I didn't anticipate such a deflated atmosphere, like a balloon losing air.

"This is strange."

When he erased the thought of enjoying the spectacle, he began to notice subtle differences.

First, Ha Min-hyuk.

He had expected Ha Min-hyuk to pay attention to Ha Jin-seong. Hadn't he shown signs of discomfort when he encountered Ha Jin-seong? However, midway through, Ha Min-hyuk started alternating between glancing at Ha Jin-seong and Shin Tae-oh with a peculiar gaze.

Se-hyeon didn't know why, but Ha Min-hyuk's initial wariness seemed to have softened considerably. To an outside observer, it would seem like he was just a spectator.

Ha Jin-seong, on the other hand, paid no attention to Ha Min-hyuk's remark about being an observer. Instead, he looked around and tapped the table with his index finger. He even made a few grimaces in between, which made Se-hyeon wonder why he was acting that way.

Se-hyeon glanced at his coffee, wondering if it was not enough for them. For a moment, he considered offering it to Ha Jin-seong, thinking he might drink it.

"But that's unlikely."

And as for Shin Tae-oh...

"His eyes are strange."

Shin Tae-oh seemed to be in a content and satisfied mood, with a warm smile on his face. He occasionally looked at himself and even displayed a satisfied smile.

What did he eat?

Is he acting like that because he's full?

"That's all for now."

As Ha Min-hyuk displayed the final screen and made his statement, Se-hyeon quietly organized his thoughts. Now, only Shin Tae-oh's response remained.

"The business feasibility is indeed not bad."

It wasn't particularly surprising that he received it positively.

Now it was time to explain their position, reject if necessary, and move on to the next step...

"Let's do that."

"What?"

Se-hyeon looked at Shin Tae-oh with a shocked expression.

Did I hear that wrong?

***

After the meeting ended and people started leaving the conference room one by one, Se-hyeon couldn't hide his serious gaze.

"I need to reconsider the reason for going to that café."

Ha Jin-seong glanced at the untouched coffee that Se-hyeon had left behind and walked out. It was the café where he had sent him to meet Yoo Jin-ha, but Ha Min-hyuk looked at Se-hyeon meaningfully.

"It was a tough day."

Se-hyeon, who couldn't understand if it was a greeting or a remark pretending to be sick, looked up at Ha Min-hyuk.

"We almost ruined the entire meeting because everyone was focused on you."

Even with the additional explanation, Se-hyeon didn't show any reaction. No, it was awkward to show any kind of reaction.

If what Ha Min-hyuk said is true, and Ha Jin-seong and Shin Tae-oh kept looking at me, it's hard to deny...

"Well, I did make eye contact with Shin Tae-oh a few times."

However, Ha Min-hyuk's expression, as he criticized the almost ruined situation, didn't seem particularly negative. In fact, it was closer to an expression of interest. Se-hyeon was unsure how to respond, so he simply lowered his head.

"If I was a disturbance, I apologize."

"No, thanks to you, Se-hyeon, things went smoothly in a fishy way. I should be grateful instead."

Se-hyeon forced a smile at his words, trying to hide his inner turmoil. He was already troubled because of that, and Ha Min-hyuk was fanning the flames.

"Maybe we can have a better time than we think."

At Ha Min-hyuk's final remark, Se-hyeon gave him an incredulous look.

"I like that incredulous expression on your face."

Just like last time, even though I didn't say anything, Ha Min-hyuk seemed to understand my inner thoughts quite well.

"It's not that I understand you well, it's just that it's written all over your face."

Ha Min-hyuk smiled as if he found it amusing, bid farewell, and left, saying they would meet again next time.

As Lee Jin-ho escorted Ha Min-hyuk and Ha Jin-seong out, only Se-hyeon and Shin Tae-oh remained.

"Boss."

Carefully choosing his words and adjusting his voice, Se-hyeon spoke, afraid that it might become an off-topic conversation.

"Are you really going to proceed with this bid?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"There's no reason to refuse."

Indeed, why would there be a reason? It's Ha Min-hyuk we're talking about. The person holding hands with him was Ha Min-hyuk.

The original plan was not to get involved in the internal power struggles and the risks that came with it. Se-hyeon couldn't imagine how much the original work would be distorted by participating in the consortium.

"Even so, knowing the relationship between Ha Jin-seong and Ha Min-hyuk...."

"What's that."

"It's..."

"I didn't hear you. Can you say that again?"

“I’m worried that the boss will be harmed.”

Se-hyeon barked at the questioning Shin Tae-oh.

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[casspurrjoybell-29]

Frayed Ties - Chapter 1 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

"I want him tattooed at no additional cost as well. Here is the design."

She pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to the warden.

"I will have someone collect him tomorrow afternoon. Have him dressed appropriately for a dinner party. He's to be a gift for a military man who will be in attendance."

Duran was at Danya's side as soon as the warden had led the woman away to organise payment, his hands gentle on Danya's skin as he helped him back into his robe.

He'd been sold.

He would finally have a master.

Danya almost felt too overwhelmed to be happy.

Fanner was at his side too, and together they led Danya back upstairs.

It wasn't until they were back in their shared room with the door shut that Duran finally broke the silence.

"Military."

"Yes, but..."

Fanner shrugged.

"I think it could be okay, Danya. Military camps often aren't pleasant for slaves but you're not..."

"I'm not desirable to most men," Danya finished for him because Fanner was too polite to say it. "Not to a man who doesn't desire men, perhaps," Duran offered diplomatically.

He sat Danya down on his bed and clasped their hands together.

"I assume your master does, given that you were selected. If that is the case, it will be to your advantage. A man who desires boys or who will settle for one in place of a woman, will always lose interest in time. A man who desires men may offer a more permanent position at his side."

Though more likely not.

They were all aware of the allure youth offered.

Besides, his master hadn't even selected Danya himself.

What if he wasn't what he wanted at all?

Danya was to be tattooed with the man's crest before they even met and then he would be unable to be resold if his master didn't like him.

Yet even with all his doubts and fears, Danya was in a better position than he had been before his purchase.

Now he had hope.

That night, Danya laid still on a flat table while one of the wardens skillfully tattooed his new master's crest onto his chest just below his left shoulder.

Slowly, the silvery ink took the form of a proud lion.

Despite all of his apprehension, the sight of it warmed Danya deep inside.

He had a master.

The next afternoon Danya sat on the steps outside Milaine House, his belongings packed up into a bag at his feet and Duran sitting close beside him, one arm wrapped around his shoulders.

They would almost certainly never see one another again.

Danya shut his eyes and leant into the warmth of Duran's body as he focussed on the energy passing between them.

Duran couldn't feel it like Danya could but he understood, as they all did, the need for physical contact to keep them in balance in times of turmoil.

Danya had been expecting a carriage, so it was a surprise when a red car pulled up in front of the House.

Danya had never seen one in person before.

Fuel was too expensive for most people to bother.

The slave who got out of the car had short, dark hair that had been neatly greased back.

He grinned broadly and waved, making sure to let them catch a glimpse of the black X tattooed on the back of his hand that meant he was a Neutral.

Mages like him, born without magic, were allowed to be sent out to perform errands.

"I'm Baine," the Neutral introduced himself as he took Danya's bag from him. "Are you ready to go?"

Danya pulled Duran against him into a final, tight clutch, then took a steadily breath as he turned back to Baine.

"Yes. I'm ready."

Riding in a car was not at all like riding in a carriage.

It was faster, smoother and an altogether unnatural experience. Danya had read books, seen pictures of times when cars filled the roads, a common thing for even poor families to own but he found it hard to imagine it.

The sheer number of people, the huge industries required to construct so many vehicles and provide the fuel they required to run.

The scale of it all seemed impossible.

Baine kept up a constant, sunny chatter as he drove.

He explained how the car worked, told Danya funny stories about mishaps the rushed preparations for tonight's party had caused and enthused about all the leftovers he was going to eat after it was over.

It was a welcome distraction from Danya's uncertain future.

Mrs Moore, the woman who had come to purchase Danya yesterday, emptied Danya's bag out on the floor of Baine's small bedroom and sorted through his clothes with a frown on her face.

She had come to check on their preparations for the party a few minutes ago and immediately declared Danya's attire unsuitable.

She tossed one of Danya's robes aside and scowled in annoyance.

"All of this is far too concealing. Your appearance doesn't make it clear what your purpose in this world is, so your manner of dress needs to."

Danya kept his head down and his mouth shut. It was the best he could do.

"Baine, find him something more fitting. I want his chest bared to show off Captain Bell's crest and a collar around his throat."

Mrs Moore looked Danya up and down again and made a face.

"Maybe some coal around his eyes? I don't know. Make what you can out of him."

Baine offered her a disarming smile and gave Danya a pat on the cheek.

"Don't worry, ma'am. Captain Bell will love him."

She grimaced, unconvinced.

"Well, I hope so."

Once the door was shut behind her, Baine turned a more sincere, sympathetic smile on Danya.

"You're gorgeous and I'm sure he'll love you."

Danya made a face.

"Nobody has ever chosen me before but I'm to believe a man who has never seen me will find me to his tastes?"

"Just because you have a hard time selling fruit out of a butcher shop doesn't mean there's no market for pears. You were chosen specifically because you do match what we know of his preferences."

A niggling fear grew in Danya's belly.

He hoped he was wrong but...

"He does want a slave, though, doesn't he? He knows he's to be given one?"

The uncomfortable expression on Baine's face answered the question before he even spoke.

"Well... not exactly. You're supposed to be a surprise."

Danya sat down heavily on the edge of Baine's bed.

"A surprise? They bought someone a slave without asking? A life-long commitment, I would hope and they just..."

Baine was making calming motions with his hands and Danya realised he had raised his voice.

"I know, I know, it's stupid, I know. I advised against it but..."

He shrugged helplessly.

"But we shouldn't despair yet. For now, let's focus on making you so stunning he couldn't possibly resist."

Danya made a quiet sound that was partly agreement but mostly distress.

At this point, what else could they do?

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🌿✨🎀🎀 (that's right TWO compliments, and here's one from me too bc you deserve them all: i love the way your fics feel like they take place in a universe full of life and detail even around the main characters or events. even the shorter ones still feel like you have a detailed picture of who the characters are and what parts of them you want to portray or focus on, and it makes reading that much smoother and more immersive!)

OH MY GODDDD BEANIE YOU'RE THE SWEETEST. Genuinely teared up over here... I get so happy whenever I get any kind of message notif but AGH??? SO DETAILED? CRYING.

(Fic writer asks here!)

🌿how does creating make you feel?

Ahhh this is a big question! I like creating! But it can certainly be daunting sometimes... I think it's because I mostly do art. I find myself enjoying it less these days since I'm usually drawing for others in return for money. I keep taking commissions because I need money but it does take the joy out of creating sometimes. But whenever I do get to sit down and draw something I really enjoy, it's cathartic. It reminds me of why I still draw - it's that amazing gift I have to be able to make anything I want with my hands. And it fuels me with passion! I get really excited to see what else I can make! I have my ruts here and there but ultimately, I see creativity as a beautiful outlet and I'm really grateful for it. This all applies to writing too, of course!

✨What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit)

ueihfjidsjgdsi I'm tempted to list one of my wips BECAUSE I DO NOT POST ENOUGH HELP DSDSFIJGD

If I had to pick, probably my John Watson x Reader Soulmate AU fic "A Silent Fate"! I thought it was a flop so I never had the motivation to finish it, but it's still one of my favorite ideas.

It uses the soulmate AU where everyone has the first words their soulmate says to them written on their arm. The twist is that the reader is mute! John Watson goes about his life, assuming that he simply doesn't have a soulmate - that theory further hardened after meeting Sherlock Holmes, a man who breaks all conventionality and rejects conformity. Then one day, the reader and John cross paths and the reader has to get creative with how they "talk" with John.

I really really love this idea because I'm all about "thinking outside of the box" and challenging myself with something uncommon. I don't think I see many mute!reader fics let alone mixed with the soulmate au so I wanted to give it a shot! I have the whole story drafted out... it's just unfortunate because I haven't felt the same way about the BBC Sherlock characters in a while ahaha

🎀🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing

GAAHHH TWO!!! hmmm hmmmh mmm

✦ I like that my fics are long! It's something I get self-conscious of sometimes but I think it really shows how passionate I am about a fic when I can't stop writing. Because I really love adding all those little details and getting into the worldbuilding - it's my favorite part (the setup)!! I love the feeling of reading a good story that feels like it comes to life around me with characters who feel like real people. That's what I hope to achieve in my writing

✦ Another thing I like about my writing is ummm umumummum I like the way I write dialogue! Coming back to "making characters feel like real people", I LOVE writing extremely awkward pauses and fumbles in written dialogue (Explains why I love writing Reigen so much). Adding those "Um... erm... well-" and "AhaHAH-" just adds flavor and I'm way too obsessed with it

THANK YOU FOR THE ASKS AHHHH THIS WAS SO FUN!! ILYSM BEANIE 💗💗💗

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“...What?”, she inquired, tilting her head in confusion. Only when she turned her head a little and realized she’d grabbed and tugged around a literal captain of a different division her smile turned sheepish. “Ah”

1k Words just for fun ficlet under the cut I wrote this at 3am, I had it beta'd but it's mostly for fun

“So it turns out both Zanpakutō and Shinigami were in a constant misunderstanding due to Shinigami being extremely bad at communicating and Zanpakutō needing confirmation on things all the time”, Maegawa finished her story, before raising her coffee cup to her lips and taking another sip.  

She’d been talking for so long, it had cooled down considerably. Thankfully- with her cat’s tongue- she didn’t mind so much. 

“Well, Communication is the most important aspect of working together. That giving clear instructions is important, is second nature, I suppose. I still remember trying to work out ways Wabisuke and I could fight together without needing words. It does make things a lot quicker and smoother in battle”, Izuru agreed.

  

When he’d first heard about Maegawa’s favourite past time he’d shrugged it off, but ever since having the chance to actually talk to the woman herself about it and partaking in her enthusiasm and the great care she put into her work, he’d really started enjoying their coffee chats. He enjoyed playing consultant, surprisingly. 

The third seat of the 9th and the lieutenant of the 3rd had first met through Shūhei, who’d somehow managed to occasionally invite her to their drink outs with Rangiku. Izuru had only really picked up one or the other rumour before, but since he counted Hisagi as one of his closest friends, the blonde ended up a bit more involved with the 9th affairs than usual for Shinigami of differing squads.  

He knew of rumours like ‘the Eternal 3rd Seat of the 9th’ and similar silly musings the members of the 9th told each other.   

It was almost funny. Going off the rumours, he’d thought Asahi would have a similar aura to that of his Captain: Slick smiles covering secrets and a strange timelessness that really wasn’t all too uncommon in the spirit world. 

....Instead he’d watched her burn her tongue on hot coffee at least three times during their shared break. It was hard to tell whether that was because of poor memory or impatience. Perhaps a mix of both.

 

Izuru partook in his own coffee, the slight aftertaste of burnt beans reminding him of the dreadful office quality of it. 

As the lieutenant’s face reflected back at him, he remembered his role in all of this. Maegawa and Kira hadn’t particularly become fast friends. They surely hadn’t sought out each others presence in the beginning.  

It was during one of their shared drink outs that Asahi had been dared into one shot too many and ended up wailing about her- at the time- current sword mediation problem. 

He was surprised to find out how much she valued his input at the time. 

“Damn- That’s good! Remember that! Tell me tomorrow again- After the room stops spinning!” 

Izuru really wasn’t the type to initiate things. It was always in his instinct to observe first and decide on an action later. 

Maegawa, in their short time together, seemed to have figured that out and appeared at his office with a gift- more like a bribe- one day. And that was that. Now he was Consulting, Occasionally Rubber Ducky to the Diplomat of Swords and Shinigami. She’d always said she appreciated his level-headedness.  

Especially considering she seemed to struggle with that. At least beneath the gentle smiles. He was Gin’s lieutenant after all, he could tell such things. 

.....Contrary to his captain. Who couldn’t tell he was about to barrel his hip into a rather low cabinet. 

Yet, before he could act- and in the middle of her own sentence- Maegawa reached over from where she was sitting, coffee in one hand, gaze still entirely resting on Kira, as she got ahold of Ichimaru’s white haori and tugged on it, saving the squinty-eyed Captain from the wrath of the cabinet corner. 

Nonchalantly. Without even looking at Gin. 

The resulting silence and utterly bewildered expressions to Asahi’s front and side made her halt what she was saying after a while. “...What?”, she inquired, tilting her head in confusion. Only when she turned her head a little and realized she’d grabbed and tugged around a literal captain of a different division her smile turned sheepish. “Ah” 

With a little bow in apology, the sheepishness didn’t cease, yet there didn’t seem to be any panic in her demeanour. “My apologies. When your colleagues ghost through the office on printing day it somewhat becomes second nature, I didn’t mean to offend”, she apologized earnestly, yet with the nonchalance of someone simply going along with protocol.  

“Oh, I don’t mind. Busy mind, you know. And they keep moving the furniture”, Gin snickered in a way it was hard to tell if he was serious or not. ..So his usual tone. 

Kira tried his best not to throw him a look. Not that his Captain would notice with his vision of what, 20/200? The only time they moved the furniture was specifically to try and not have him run into it!! 

“Minako is a big candidate. The many times she cupboarded herself to the hip and wailed for the following 15 minutes trained me to get her out of harm’s way over time”, Maegawa chuckled, entirely aware of the dull pain of the bruise on her own hip. Ah, printing day. She turned to face Kira again with a teasing snicker. 

“Shūhei ran into a table so fatally once, he sunk to the ground in silence. And then he threw said table depressed looks for at least a week”, the 3rd seated Officer recounted, before bursting into laughter. 

And so the Affectionate Snake Shove was born. 

Izuru noticed his Captain hanging around quite a lot more when his friend from the 9th was over from that day onward.  

What an aggravating man. What was the problem with just finally getting glasses?? 

Never the less it was somewhat strange to see those two of all people get along. Especially when she spoke to him like he was deaf. Or stupid. Or maybe both, yet Maegawa’s voice always resounded with near eternal patience. 

When it came to people she had a lot more of that, than when waiting (or not) for her coffee to cool down. She sometimes had a unique way of understanding people, without either party having to spell things out.  

A heart-breaking wail of utmost sorrow resounded from the 9th and hallowed across the Seireitei. Maegawa, leisurely sitting in the break room of the 3rd, tensed. Her eyes widened.  

Printing Day. ...Oops. 

I headcanon occasionally having to maneuver a fellow sleep-drunken squad member out of harm's way is a rather common thing in the 9th.

At least for Maegawa and Minamoto. Who would've thought the reflexes subconsciously learned from the many printing days would come in handy in the 3rd too?

Aka #AEIWAM Gin and his 16-dimensions-at-once-vision encounter Cupboard-to-Hip-Prevention Maegawa