#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.

[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.

[hexitca]

So I've been staying at my friend's place watching her apartment and dog while she's on her honeymoon. I offered for free (as a wedding gift other than the glasses I bought them bc I love her and also a win for me bc this has been a nice relaxing vacation lol) but her husband being awesome buys the DMC5 game for me to play while I'm here!!! I was so blessed he just offered and I was like "woh! you don't have-" Him: "I don't mind! You're doing us a big favor! :)" omg so sweet ToT so I finished it last night and here are my thoughts:

Warning: a lot of rambling lmao

TLDR: 10/10 best game overall

10/10 on plot, characters, game design like it was just perfect!! I loved the whole game and while I had to play it on human mode in order to just get through the game for my short time here, I would love to play it on the harder modes and explore more. I can't wait to get a gaming computer so I can do that lol.

Obviously I'm bias bc I love DMC but having played all the DMC games at least once (never finished DMC2 and DMC4 but I at least played enough to get a sense of the games) DMC4 was my fave in game play, plot, and characters. That's not to say DMC1 and 3 are lesser like DMC3 is RIGHT behind DMC4 for me (I just loved Dante's character in DMC4 more and of course Nero and Kyrie with Trish haha). I hope to finish DMC2 next but I think that's gonna be the least liked but we'll see.

Anyways,

Looking at the time line of DMC and having it wrapped up pretty decently in DMC5 was amazing! I haven't played many series with continuous plot lines often but this would be top of the list. Even with something like DMC2 where it is the odd one out from all of them, how they handled it was very well done. When I saw that the game included a recap of the other games/plot I thought that was a nice touch. Especially since the games exist across different consoles (DMC 1,2,3 all being on PS2 and DMC4 PS3 and DMC5 PS5 (I know they are on other consoles but I'm a Play Station girlie haha I never played any of the game on PC but I never had a computer strong enough) like it's hard. I got the first 3 on PS2 and on the Switch for portable play but that's it. I hope they put all on switch but I'm gonna end up getting it for PC in the future lol)

ANYWAYS,

It was nice of them to include that in DMC5. I do encourage ppl to play all the games once bc obviously a recap doesn't stand up to actually playing the plots of the other games. I think due to my past plays of the other games it really made me appreciate the wrap up in DMC5.

I know we all want a DMC6 (trust me I want to see Nero and Co. again plus to see the twins back from hell) but if the series ended now it would be a perfect end. Obviously again I never want this series to end I love it and the characters so much but again compared to most game series it's rare to have a clean wrap up.

Some personal gripes that is more on me than the actual game/characters/etc:

I wasn't happy with Dante's character it felt really mean spirited but in the whole context of the plot/his history it fits. I guess going from DMC4 Dante to DMC5 Dante (yes 5 years had passed and depression etc I totally get that that's why I'm like it fits honestly) but Idk. I just felt that it could have been more...smoother? if that makes sense? His lines/actions etc make sense but were choppy at times. AGAIN Idk how to explain it it MADE sense (trying to protect Nero, the drama/trauma between Vergil/Dante, the actual chance that the world is ending) but idk threw me off a little. Just a major asshole lol but not the loveable asshole that he usually is. Again like yes in the whole context of it all he was gonna have to kill his brother (again) but again I wasn't a huge fan.

I wish we got more of Lady/Trish/Kyrie. I LOVED that Lady and Trish were used as mini bosses like that was perfect but I also think they should had have some gameplay/more than just that. Of course the story is about the Sparda kin and there's time constraints etc but idk...I always felt that the DMC games could have had the ladies featured a little more lol. ESPECIALLY WITH KYRIE. She is Nero's love, voice of reason, his tie to humanity and she only got mentioned/a voice call that wasn't that long. Idk I just need more Kyrie love dammit

Not a lot of gripes lol again just 10/10 and the gripes are just my personal hang ups but everything was amazing despite those gripes.

[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

-

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 .

-

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

-

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. :]

-

— 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.

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"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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What's Cookin' Gourd Lookin'?

A little surprise gift for the lovely @childofblackmaria ! She doesn't care for Halloween but I was like >:c but what if autumn vibes without the Halloween aspect! So I wrote this for her. > w<

RayleighxF!OC / SFW  / 785 Summary: Renge has never carved pumpkins, she doesn't think it's a big deal. Buggy and Shanks don't agree. A little moment of love and family. (Squint and you miss it Roger/OC/Rayleigh but I wrote it with them in mind.) Warnings: None.

“You’ve never carved pumpkins!?” Shanks’ voice was offended, as if he had never heard of something more grievous and Renge had a fleeting thought that nothing could judge you more than a child’s outrage.

“No, I haven’t—”

“That’s stupid!” Buggy interrupted before she could finish. “You gotta do it at least once.” Shanks went to throw his arm around Buggy's shoulders but the blue-haired boy moved so instead he whacked his face. 

Renge sighed at the two boys as they descended into an argument. 

"Alright," she said loudly, spotted white tail whipping behind her with agitation. "If I agree to do this, will the two of you stop fighting?" 

"Deal!" they said in union, straightening up, then they both flew out the door with a laugh. The woman sighed again before deciding on cleaning up the kitchen while she waited for the boys to return. 

The spotted leopard zoan, chef of the Roger Pirates barely had time to put away some spare dishes before they burst through the door again, Shanks holding a pumpkin in each arm, while Buggy struggled to carry just one.  

“You gotta lay out newspaper!” Shanks said casually as they put the pumpkins down.

Quickly the three worked together to cover most of a long table and laid out the supplies. Renge eyed the knifes with trepidation but she didn’t say anything. Even if they were both young, these boys had been pirates for a long time. They were sure to know their way around a blade easily enough.

“Okay so now we cut out the top—”

“Why do you always get to give the orders? Lemme explain!” Buggy broke in, grabbing up a knife and scowling at Shanks who shrugged easily. Pacified he turned to Renge. “You cut a hole in the top, like this…”

The three pirates cut off the top simultaneously. Renge’s cut was smoother than the boys, a chef's touch. Buggy pouted but carried on. “Then you grasp the top and pull it out, then we scoop out all the guts!”

Quickly the smell of pumpkin permeated the room as the two boys dove into their pumpkins, large spoons at the ready. Renge watched as they dumped the inners on the table, pumpkin seeds and slimy entrails spilled over the newspaper and made it soggy.

“What do you do with the seeds?” she asked.

“Whatcha mean?” Buggy replied.

Shanks glanced up. “We don’t do anything with ‘em, just throw them away.”

Indignant, her ears twitched and she flicked long black hair back with a clawed hand. “Well that’s such a waste! Let’s cook them.”

Two pairs of eyes stared at her. “Cook them?” Shanks repeated.

“You guys haven’t had pumpkin seeds before?” They both shook their heads. Perhaps the way they moved together would have amused her any other time, but today she huffed. “You’re about to try something new then.”

Roger peeked his head into the kitchen, the smell of something good luring him in. Rayleigh hovered over his shoulder, arms folded.

“I told you not to bother them Roger,” Ray chided before Roger threw the door wide.

“What’s going on in here?! Thought you were carving pumpkins not dissecting them.”

“Captain!” Shanks and Buggy said together, before Buggy glared and started shoving at Shanks’ face.

“Stop copying what I’m sayin’—”

Shanks’ face didn’t change, a bright smile stretched wide across it. “Come see what we made! Renge’s makin’ pumpkin pie!”

“Pumpkin pie!” Roger crowed with delight as he heard Rayleigh sigh behind him. “Now that sounds delicious. What, so no pumpkins?” He took a seat at a newspaper covered table, the pages still wet with leftover guts but no sign of the three pumpkins that he had seen the boys running past with earlier. 

“The boys hadn’t had pumpkin seeds before,” Renge explained, tilting her cheek up to receive a quick peck from Rayleigh. “And then I happened to mention pumpkin pie and well…”

“You gotta try some!” Buggy demanded, shaking a bag of seeds at the older men.

Roger laughed. “Indeed I do! Bring it here!” Gesturing at the bag, Buggy eagerly shoved it into his large palm.

“Pie’ll be out soon,” Renge commented idly.

“You need any help with plates?” Rayleigh asked and she nodded gratefully, a small smile on her lips.

The five of them ended up seated together, telling stories and some members splattering crumbs across the table when they broke in with something, their mouth still full.

Renge watched it all sandwiched between Roger and Rayleigh, their bodies warm and happy at her sides. Watching Roger tease Shanks and Buggy who argued with him, eyebrows pinched together she couldn’t help but feel complete contentment.

This was it; this was home. 

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Cabinet Man - Ch. 5

The news reporters reported that I died [AO3] Rating: T WC: 2.2K | 17K Tags: Alternate Universe - Victorian, Slow Burn Fandom: Spider-Man (Movies - Raimi) Ship: Otto Octavius/Rosalie Octavius Disc: Ce, qu'on appelle une raison de vivre est en même temps une excellente raison de mourir. | What is called a reason for living is also an excellent reason for dying Otto Octavius, soon to be a doctor, knew his reputation preceded him in more ways than one. He’d all but written off marriage from a young age, until he saw a woman who’s flick of a hair, a rustle of skirts, took his attention firmly from the science he had so long been taken over his mind.  [<<] | [>>]

Of all the things that Otto found himself comforted by, the drone of the city was one of them. Through his entire life, the silence of hills, the dirt that would fall onto his clothes, never seemed to draw him any further from the streets and chaos that rang through the brick buildings. 

Otto rarely would take advice from those who were not his doctor, but at the urging of Curtis, he really couldn’t find a reason to deny the request. Going out to the country, allowing the reprieve for his mind, was just tantalizing enough for him to accept the advice. The stifling heat was getting to him in the midst of August, ideas and solutions to his problems compressed in oppressive humidity. Plus, Curt had paid for half of the trip, and Otto never turned his nose up at gifts. Doctor’s orders were orders, even if they weren’t always your personal psychian. 

Otto walked up the well taken care of, stone steps, watching his footing for an uneven surface. The door at the top of the stairs was slightly ajar, the heat inside the building allowed it’s chance to exit the building. The man at the desk was clearly falling prey, eyelids half closed, lips parted to let soft puffs of air escape. 

It wasn’t until he saw Otto that he straightened up again, lips now the pleasant smile all service workers would affect when faced with a customer. 

“Good afternoon, sir. May I offer you assistance?” 

“Doctor Octavius. I should have a room reserved for a week.” 

“Very good, sir.” The man took the moments to look through his reservation book, before finding Otto. The process went considerably smoother than Otto had been fearing; his key was offered, and he was instructed to room 8, just around the corner. His luggage was deposited in his room before Otto could turn down any help. With no other reason occupying his thoughts, Otto walked around the grounds, allowing a mental map to build in his head. 

The grounds were well contained, well manicured, perfect for a vacation unconcerned with the mundanity of city life. Shrubs were being attended to as he walked by, sharp shears softly snapping in the evening. The workers nodded their heads at him, before continuing their work. Over a crest of a hill, he fancied his eyes strong enough to see the smoke from the nearby village. The grounds sprawled larger than Otto had expected, much to Otto’s shock. To his knowledge, hydropathy was not a practice engaged in outdoors, but perhaps that was to account for those who designated the resort as a secret meeting ground. Otto couldn’t judge those who did, even he being taken in by the greenery. The spots of shade invited him for a nap, the rolling hills begged for a walk and contemplation. 

But most surprising, Otto didn’t encounter another person after those workers for about an hour and a half. He’d almost point to the weather, but even here, it wasn’t as stifling and oppressive as it would have been at home. 

A handsome couple walked up the path towards him, her hand lightly on the man’s elbow, blushes faint on their cheeks. The sudden knowledge that he had stumbled onto a private conversation washed over Otto, and he took the moment to turn off the path, acting if he only had been looking closer at a rosebush, buds slowly exploding in a mess of petals. 

But that movement enabled him to finish the map in his head, seeing the dirt of the drive just down the house, the house just to the side. The carriage that had only just stopped caught Otto’s attention, though he was not entirely sure why. It wasn’t until he took a half step into the rose bush that the door was opened, and a familiar parasol was out of the door first, covering the deep brown hair secured under a hat. 

How could Otto not recognize the woman who had been stuck in his mind for months? 

Yet the realization didn’t stop Otto from disappearing back into his rented room, the nerves building in his chest almost too much for the moment. Coming here had been a bid to offer his mind a short break from the love-struck thoughts that he’d been inundated with for so very long. 

His notes were spread on the desk provided, and he couldn’t find it in him to relinquish the work he was supposed to shelve. 

The wood was warm in Otto’s hands. He pushed away from the dock, muttering softly to himself. He had little idea of what he properly was doing. The basics were well in his head, knowing only enough to glide through the water, but not enough to make it look, or feel, easy. He only rationalized it with his family lineage; too many of his relatives had found their home on the sea. What kind of Octavius would he be if he didn’t find his own way with a simple rowboat? 

The oars once more in Otto’s hands, and he started to pull the wood through the water, feeling the resistance of the liquid. A few yards from the dock, and he heard his name yelled in slight surprise. 

“Otto!” his head snapped up, only to see the woman he had watched arrive yesterday flounce up to him. Her beauty could not be understated, the deep green taffeta dress fitted just right to her, accented against the light greens of nature. Her steps were quick, stopping with a swing of her skirts at the end of the dock. The shade from her parasol wasn’t enough to mute her expressions, however.  

“Rosaline! I’m sorry, I’ve already cast off. I can’t turn back.” 

“Are you staying here long?” Her voice was strong as it called over the water to him, her eyes only caught on him. He could hear the tones of disappointment, her chance well missed this time. 

“Yes! Can I find you tonight?” 

“Join us for dinner!” The offer was hurried, something to ensure a meeting as he drifted further into the lake. 

“I can’t.” 

“Then tomorrow. Promise me you’ll find me in the maze.” The request nearly made Otto shoot to his feet, almost made him lose his balance and capsize the rowboat. His sudden surge forward only made the boat rock before he understood the danger, his eyes still locked her. 

“Yes! I’ll find you!” he was quick to make the promise, and even at that distance, he was able to see her face light up in excitement, her grin nearly infectious. 

“Good!’ It was the last thing he heard from her before the sound became too faint, and Otto allowed himself to memorize each of her expressions. The gust of wind playing with the hem of her skirt, curls shaken loose from its style and caressing the skin of her neck, Rosaline only could be compared to Aphrodite in his constant, lovesick state. Her visage was entirely memorized in seconds, imprinted into his mind without a thought more. 

He didn’t touch the oars until her image had settled in his mind, and he found himself successful in keeping the boat from tipping, gliding smoothly into the spot he had taken it from shortly before. It wasn’t until he endeavored to try and stand that he found himself suddenly assaulted by the cold water of the lake, his mouth only just managing to close in time. He wasn’t graceful as he thrashed his way back to the dock, covered in algae and a bit of mud. His body back on the dock at long last, Otto could finally hear the peels of laughter falling from the porch, ones that he was vastly familiar with at that point. His head whipped around to see the source, and his mortification was full. The last person he had wanted to see him in such a state was sitting on the poarch with a book and her father next to her. He had missed the display, but it didn’t stop Rosie from trying to stifle it with a hand over her lips. 

His gaze moved from Rosie to a maid, already with her arms full of towels for Otto. 

“Here we are, sir. The lady up there saw your spill and wished you to be taken care of.” 

“Thank you, miss.” Otto’s smile was kind, as he looked at her, before shaking his head at Rosie. The crimson was still bright on his cheeks, and Otto took the chance to hide it with one of the offered towels, scrubbing off the bits of green plant he could feel covering his skin. “Do you provide a laundering service, miss?” 

“Yes, sir. I would guess you’d like this clothing to be laundered today?” “If it could be. I don’t want to find out what stains I can create yet.” He smiled at her, mind once again on the promise of the next days. 

“Rosie?” 

“Otto?” Her voice carried to him from the foliage, clearly on the other side of the natural wall. 

“I will admit, I’m quite confused how a labyrinth can be used to medicate one’s humors.” Yet there was a humor in his voice even as he said it. His hand moved to the well manicured edge of the bush, the pricks of sharp sticks poking into the meat of his hand. The slight pain forced Otto to pay attention to his surroundings more fully. This meeting was secret, for certain, but perhaps not entirely undue. Though short as their courtship has been thus far, Rosie certainly seemed a woman willing to throw social rules to the side if it came to her benefit. 

“I would assume it’s to keep the mind sharp, wouldn’t it?” His jovial state was reflected in her voice, a laugh waiting to spill from her lips. 

In a shift of his weight between his feet, Otto nearly swore that he had caught the glint of Rosie’s eyes through the branches, for just a moment. 

“Is it? I find logic puzzles to serve me better.” 

“Perhaps, but if you are not sharp enough to find your way out of the labyrinth, are you safe enough to be let out?” Her question quickly evoked the story Otto was well familiar with; the offspring of the Cretan Bull and Pasiphaë. 

“I believe that was an attempt to cage a monstrosity, not a human.” 

“Wasn’t it human in its own way?” 

“Only half so.” “Will you argue that the creature is not human on virtue of the desire to be human? That due to its desire to be human despite surface level mutations, it is not human?” Her questions took Otto aback for a few moments, realizing the truth of her words. She didn’t stop in his silence, however. “Do you think he would have needed those stone walls, the twists and turns, if he had been shown a mother’s love? If only his father had offered his palm instead of his fist, that he would have done those actions that were expected of him?” The rebuke, suddenly so very far from the original topic, slapped Otto across the face. The point was clear; what did he consider ‘no longer human’? A percentage? An action? Was the minotaur just a simple product of his circumstances? 

“No. I don’t think that it would have taken so freely if it had not been shown how; if it had been shown love deserved to us all in the light of the sun.” Otto paused, looking once more at the twigs and the leaves in front of his face, thinking through the thoughts in his head. Rosie stayed silent, clearly waiting for words to grant their pattern on him. “Suppose he had. If this creature that was brought into this world without the volition of his mother, of his father, suppose he had been offered the love and joy of his siblings, the bosom of his mother, the palm of his father. Would the world have allowed such a creature to move freely among us? Or would his prison have only expanded from the stone walls and harsh turns, to the moat and the edge of the city. Would that have been enough for this creature who inherently stands above all?” It was Rosie’s turn to fall silent, waiting for his words to parse themselves together, to allow the moments needed for her decision. 

“Yes. He could have found happiness. Perhaps the city walls would have confined him, but I believe even a few friends could have found their way to his aide.” 

“And what of the people who fear him?”

“Would his father’s zeal not be enough to save his hide?”

“Only as long as his heart would beat. Would his words and actions stop Theseus?”

“He wouldn’t have heard of the horrors in the subterranean labyrinth. There would have been no incentive for his troubles in Crete.” At the location, Otto felt the branches press into his hand from the other side of the wall. The soft sound of a hand over branches then reached his ear, scratching sharp points against dry skin. “How far can you walk to your left, Otto?”

“My left? I have ten yards. Twenty on the other side.” 

“Lovely. I may not be able to look into your eyes here, but would you walk with me?” The coy tone of her words tugged the smile that was so strange to his lips. He knew that in rejecting her offer, he’d be nothing more than a blubbering idiot. 

“Whichever way you would like.” He allowed her only two steps to hear her direction, before her voice once again rose and twisted through the sticks. He realized there must not have been enough room to her left as she turned to his left, leading him to the ten short yards he could walk. 

“I believe that the creature would have found its way in this world, somehow. Not an easy life, yet what life offers ease and breath? How can one find humanity without the trials to test character? To test the strength of one’s wills?” 

“Perhaps its joy would have been found in mechanical endeavors such as clock making. Unable to show one’s face to the public, yet worn and shown by man. Perhaps even loved in the way only a layman could love an expert. Fully but only to the surface.” 

“Precisely. Or a repairman, an expert in a field that the average person cannot pray or hope to fix. So many of our own mechanisms have found themselves in boxes, easily returned to their manufacturer.” The last few words started to quiet, just as Otto’s hand rested on the corner of the bushes, holding himself from walking through the branches. 

“Rosie!” His voice rang through her words, cutting the next words off with a sudden silence. “I do believe you have lost me.” 

“What… Oh!” Her laugh was musical, addictive, and Otto didn’t even realize his shoulders had met the corner as well, face pressed centimeters from another scratch on his cheek. She pulled him closer just by being herself; though their topic had been the minotaur, he almost wondered if their topic instead should have shifted to the sirens of the same pantheons. 

“My thoughts take me too easily,” She finally said, voice nearly sheepish as she had returned to where Otto was. 

“Perhaps this is one endeavor we should both be on the same side to reach.” Her pause was enough to make him rethink his words, worried he had stepped over a rule in his enjoyment of their conversation. 

“We will be, one day.” The branch so very close to his cheek suddenly pushed in, her hand on the other side of the leaves, wanting to reach as close to him as she could. His hand moved to match the apex of the bump, their hands connected in every facility that they could manage. It wasn’t enough, Otto knew that. Rosie must have, as well. 

“I’ll find myself following your footsteps that day,” Otto promised, his eyes cast down to the packed earth. “We will find the labyrinth exit together that day.” 

“Don’t make promises you are unable to hold to, Doctor. I will hold your words as gospel.” He snapped his gaze from the ground to search through the branches, digging around as he was able until he was able to locate the smallest of glimpses of her irises, their eyes locking firmly and entirely, before the breeze tweaked a leaf to hide their eyes once again from the other. 

“I’d promise you the sun in your hand if that would convince you to stay.” His voice was half breathless as he said the words, and he earnestly hoped that Rosie was unable to hear that failing on his part. 

“How long is it you’ll be staying?” 

“I leave tomorrow afternoon.” Otto felt the pause ring through his head and his heart, the gap suddenly appearing between them in a way that nearly forced him to reach out to her through the bush. “Yourself? When will I find you in New York again?” 

“In a week only. Father demanded we spend some time from the cloying, heavy atmosphere of the city.” 

“May I call on you when the time comes?” 

“I would find my heart heavy if you did not.” THe truth rang through Rosie’s voice, and Otto knew that he would do whatever he could to spend that time with her. 

“I will.” Too many promises made in just a single afternoon, Otto knew that he would be unable to fill them all. Not that he wouldn’t give it his best effort, that was certain. For Rosie, he would figure out a way to bring the moon down to her. 

“Thank you, Doctor Octavius.” Otto’s head leant against the hedge for just a moment, allowing a soft sigh to fall from his lips. 

“You’re welcome.” Her steps started once more, continuing to fall further and further from him. He pulled back at last, looking at the apex of the bush, wishing for a glimpse of her skirts but unable to even find that. 

It wasn’t until he turned to find the couple standing at the edge of the path, the lady whispering something to the gentleman, her arm wrapped around his forearm in a manner Otto wished to recreate with Rosie. 

“Oh, hello.” The blush he’d worked to overcome years ago was on his cheeks, embarassment at showing vunerability in such a public place intimately clear on his face. 

“Do you need aide in finding an exit, sir?” The man’s voice rang into Otto’s ears, brushing Rosie’s soft voice like cobwebs from his mind. 

“No, I do believe this is a test of wills, isn’t it?” An attempt of a smile was on his face, the effort to cover his blunder failing in the most simple of ways. 

“Perhaps you are correct, sir.” The lady’s voice, fine as porcelain, now rang. Her hand motioned to the carefully maintained arch of leaves they had presumably walked through. “But you are just one turn from the exit.” 

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[rosietrace]

Four realms festival, autumn season

Banner below will be used for future four realms festival hcs

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The planning

So the four realms festival(s)

Very exclusive event that not many people outside of SHI residents can attend

And the few non-student guests are either people Eclair handpicked herself

With help from Meryl of course ÚvÙ

Or family members of a student with approval to enter the campus by Eclair

But I digress

Today was the day everyone began to prepare for the autumn event of the festival

But due to complications with the planning, the festival wasn't able to be held between the first week of autumn

So they decided to make an exception for this year

Meryl was extremely excited to help plan the festival, her golden eyes practically shone like the sun because of that excitement

The students, particularly the Animania and Pemburu Hutan residents(they were the dorms hosting the autumn event), looked in amusement as Eclair ran her errands with Meryl in her arms

As for the staff, well.... 😬

Brooke: CLARK STOP WEARING PINK, IT CLASHES WITH THE DECORATIONS

Clark: LOOSEN UP BROOKE, IT'S OCTOBER.

Brooke: S O??

Clark: MEAN GIRLS SEASON!

Finnigan: Mean what?

Clark:

Claudette: *WHEEEEEEEEZE*

Ambrosia: -.- *continues her errands*

M. Monroe: ರ⁠_⁠ರ

Meryl: Momma, is uncle Clark okay?

Eclair: Eh.... Yes, dear, he's fine-

Despite Clark's antics, the planning for the event was smoother than butter

Claudette and Ambrosia handled the food stalls

Brooke handled the music sung by the animals within the academy

Finnigan dealt with security and made sure to handpick the best suitable guards in the security unit of the school

M. Monroe was handling the decorations and dress coding with Meryl

And Eclair was the one to approve all decisions made by the staff and students

The students all wore cute autumn friendly clothing with orange leaves and all that jazz

But for the most part, the handpicked guests Eclair had invited didn't arrive yet

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The staff shenanigans before the invited guests arrive and the actual festival begins

Everything was pretty much prepped by now

The staff all wore coordinated autumn clothing, and wore stylish but durable coats in case they get cold

Meryl was also almost done getting ready in her adorable autumn outfit that was a gift from Ella(@phoenix-manga 's oc)

Eclair could gush about how cute her daughter looked for hours

Clark was gushing with her

Meryl felt cool when she put on the sunglasses

Unbeknownst to Eclair, Ambrosia snuck some butterscotches into Meryl's bag as a snack

Say whatever you want but for whatever reason, Meryl likes butterscotches

Meanwhile Brooke and Clark were bantering yet again 🙄 smh

Brooke: WHY ARE YOU WEARING A SHIRT THAT SAYS 'A little bit dramatic'?!

Clark: IT'S WHAT REGINA GEORGE WOULD'VE W A N T E D

M. Monroe: Would you two shut your pointless banter? Meryl's ears are still sensitive to shouting.

Clark: ;v;.... Okay-

Brooke: -.- He started it, Marylin

M. Monroe: It doesn't matter, Averett.

Eclair sighed really heavily, saying that it's almost time for the guests to arrive and that she and Meryl need to greet them

Even going as far as to say "Don't cause trouble"

The staff promised not to cause too much trouble and continued to finish up prepping their appearances

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Chaos. Chaos everywhere.

Remember when Eclair advised the staff not to cause trouble?

That shit backfired immediately after she and Meryl finished greeting the guests

Shit was happening left and right

Endless mean girls references, both the movie AND the Broadway musical

A few people passing out after smelling the wild flowers that Claudette forgot to move

The chimpanzees attacking students and guests when they try to enter their territory

Literal shit show

Clark's mean girls references never seem to STOP, people keep asking Ambrosia questions because she was onced accused of almost murdering the ruler of her former kingdom

So much shit is happening Eclair can't even focus without getting dizzy by all the neverending chaos

But for whatever reason, everyone loved it either way and it surprised the fuck out of Eclair

Meryl was having the time of her life tbh, it was adorable to see her spending time with Ella and seeing both of them fangirl over the aesthetic of the festival

I feel like Ella almost fainted when she first entered

If you're wondering how Ella's still alive despite the poisonous atmosphere of the plants, Eclair probably gave her a brooch that let her move around more normally

Eclair: *sighs* Despite the chaos.... Malory would've loved it either way.

In spite of all the chaos happening around her,

Eclair just decided to let things go as they may and let loose

And honestly?

Quite the shock to see Eclair Ciana Hollow let loose and have the time of her life in the festival since she usually keeps a calm and composed face

I think a few people almost had a seizure and a possible heart attack from seeing her smile so much

And when Clark gave her alcohol?

HOO BOY

As composed as Eclair usually is, she's a fucking party maniac when drunk

She has a high alcohol tolerance, but when she reaches her breaking point it's over.

It's just is. All composure is no more and she's a party animal

Witnessing her and Clark sing Apex predator from the mean girls musical was quite the sight to see

Finnigan: This is why she can't drink more than 4 bottles

M. Monroe: I'll add a passcode to the liquor cabinet so Clark can't enter as easily -.-

Claudette: PUH-LEASE, I'M R E A L L Y ENTERTAINED BY THIS

Ambrosia: You usually are

Brooke: PICK ME UP, I'M SCARED-

In general it was VERY chaotic

Meanwhile Meryl and Ella were having fun looking at the aesthetics and completely ignoring drunk Eclair 🗿

Mostly Meryl tho, Ella was quite startled

Finnigan was actually enjoying the festival and did his best to ignore the chaos-

Most of the magnijardin residents still complained that their outfits clashed with their complexion and wanted to change but they couldn't cause dress code is mandatory for the festival to remain cohesive XD

And then there's the Pemburu Hutan residents who are absolutely SLAYING their autumn looks with Animania

Save some of that stylishness for the rest of us, pls 🥹

♜ ♛ _________________________________♛♜

The wing race, the end of the festival

It was the final day of the festival and everyone was both stoked and saddened

The festival was fun despite the initial stress, and it was a bit sad for the residents to start tearing down the decorations until the winter festival

But either way, they couldn't have a festival all the time

Marylin's obsession with the budget wouldn't allow that

So now it was time for the annual wing race between bystro letayuschiy and pemburu hutan

And everyone was hyped

But BOY were the contestants fast at flying

Everyone was pretty dang sure that they defied the speed of light and were arguably faster than sound

Clark was hyping up both teams since he shows no favoritism-

Same thing applies to Finnigan since he cares about both dorms equally

Meryl: Momma, who's going to win?

Eclair: I'm not sure dear, it really depends

Meryl: Oh.... I hope both of them win!

Eclair: *giggles* You do?

Meryl: Mhm! I don't want any of them to be sad when they lose....

Bless Meryl's soul

In the end, it was a tie

Pemburu hutan was better at navigating

While bystro letayuschiy was better at general speed

In the end, Finnigan declared the race to be a tie and the festival concluded

♜ ♛ _________________________________♛♜

Meryl sniffles, "Can I see you again tomorrow when I go to your school, miss Ella?" She asks.

Ella chuckles, softly patting her head."Of course you can, Meryl! I'll be sure to help you make more friendship bracelets!" She exclaimed joyfully, gently giving Meryl a hug right after.

As Eclair finished opening the portal to diamond crown academy, she approaches Ella.

"It is time for you to return to DCA, miss Glaciel."

"O-Oh! I see... I would like to thank you again for inviting me to such an exclusive event, lady Hollow."

Ella curtsied, tugging at the hems of her skirt. Eclair smiles softly before doing the same thing after Ella.

"There is no need to thank me, miss Glaciel. Since Briar attended the spring event and miss Alison attended the summer event, it was only fair that you attended the autumn event." Eclair picked up Meryl, who began to wave a goodbye at Ella.

"Bye miss Ella!"

"Goodbye Meryl!" Ella says, before the portal closed. Leaving Meryl and Eclair alone.

Soon after, Meryl yawned and quickly drifted to sleep thanks to Eclair's magic. The latter giggled, kissing the top of her daughter's identically blonde head.

"You had a long day, my darling... Sleep well."

[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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