#this is me fishing for interest so i can write a drabble

[rimatsu]

i long for the day evan buckley's wiki page lists tommy kinard as fiancé instead of ex-boyfriend

[justporo]

okay but can we talk about this: when halsin tells tav he wants her (and Astarion) but you're in a relationship with Astarion so when you go talk to him about it he asks "But answer me one thing, this isn't because haven't.... you know... in a while" because oh boy my heart, just the thought of what must be going through his mind

See, this is also what I was thinking about and I would have loved there to be an option to just listen to Halsin's proposition (because he's a national treasure and just so damn pure) but then be like "listen, you honour me, so thank you, but no thank you. I'm with Astarion and I fear there's no more space in my heart." And then go to Astarion and talk about it with him and reassure him that there is only him for you. And because I would have liked that, I'm gonna write it out in a drabble: Astarion / GN!Tav (You)

"First in my heart!"

"You wouldn't believe the talk I just had with Halsin..." You say as you saunter over to Astarion, awkwardly crossing your arms over your chest. What Halsin had just proposed had majorly thrown you off your game - who would have thought the archdruid had it in himself to be so... forthcoming?

Astarion looks up from his book with raised eyebrows but catches your meaning in a heartbeat. He throws his head back and starts laughing. "No way, I was waiting for that to happen actually", he says and puts the book down, then crosses his arms over his chest as well, mimicking you.

Your brows furrow: "How did you..." Astarion lowers his head a little and stares at you. "You must've been blind to not notice the stares he's thrown you since he joined our jolly party. The man's basically a dog barking and salivating at the dinner table that is you - waiting to devour whatever he gets." You blush hard, too stuned to speak and your mouth just falls open - no way this had been actually a thing others had noticed before tonight. But also - can you just hear the slightest strain in Astarion's voice?

"And on top of that", Astarion scoffs "the guy can't stay quiet about 'enjoying the freedom of nature's gifts'. I bet he'd outlaw clothing if he could." The impression Astarion makes of Halsin is incredibly on point, he laughs, seemingly waving the druid's adavnces off but... you see that the laugh doesn't reach the vampire's eyes fully.

Still you are dumbfounded by the developments of the evening, your mouth basically only closing and opening as if you'd been turned into a fish.

"Astarion, I wouldn't...", you finally get out but get immediately interrupted again by the spawn who starts to ramble on about how he doesn't mind, how he'd actually be interested to know how it goes down - and also if Halsin would shapeshift in the bedroom...

And what had been your suspicion from the moment you had started to tell Astarion was now clear for you: no matter how much Astarion would actually be open for you to share the bed with someone else even though the two of you are in a commited relationship - it wouldn't actually be fine for him. Maybe not exactly out of jealousy, but because he is actually insecure albeit he'd never openly admit it. Because he actually does care very much about his relationship to you and is so deeply scared to do anything that will break the spell. So scared actually, he'd rather let you share the bed with someone else despite not being fine with it.

And that makes your heart break because no one should feel forced to do that, right? But luckily for the vampire, you're decision had already been made. More so, there hadn't been a decision to begin with.

"But let me ask one thing", Astarion finally says, his eyes wide now, face open and vulnerable "it's not because... you know... we haven't... in a while?" His eyes almost seem to widen more while desperately waiting for your answer. Even though he doesn't move you can see the fear and nervousness in his posture that is just too tense for his usual nonchalant manner.

Your heart breaks into a thousand pieces: "Oh, Astarion, I'm not... asking for your permission to get nasty with Halsin."

The vampire's face drops completely, his arms fall down limply at his side. You see how shock and hurt start clouding his face. He helplessly opens his mouth: "Oh..." His gaze lowers from yours, flitting around everywhere but your face

Your eyes widen - that is not at all what you meant. "No, no, no, Astarion" - you rush to him and grab him by the shoulders. "No, you didn't catch my meaning. What I'm saying is, I'm not asking permission because there is nothing to ask for. I would never consider being with someone else." His gaze snaps back to yours - his eyes not yet free of worry and hurt.

You lick your lips, desperatly trying to show him what you feel for him. To show him that the reason you hadn't noticed Halsin's interest in you was because you only had eyes for him. And to make sure he knows there will be no one else: "Astarion, you are first in my heart. No, more even, you are the only one in my heart like this - there's no space to share." And because you feel that your feelings might completely overwhelm you, you wrap your arms around the vampire, holding him tightly.

"Oh", Astarion makes again - but this time in a much different tone. He hugs you back, burying his face in your hair.

After a while you lean back and look into his eyes before pressing a kiss to his lips that makes him sigh dreamily. "I'm sorry I doubted you", he whispers, his face still vulnerable. "I'm sorry I made you doubt me", you reply and give him a warm smile.

"Also", you say and grin at him "I think I already had a date with a bottle of wine, a book and a vampire for tonight." Astarion grins back at you and unwraps one of his arms to motion towards the pillows in front of his tent: "Let's not make the bottle wait any longer then."

[bunji-enthusiast]

𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐌𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐌𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥

Summary/Excerpt || “Who are you when no one’s watching?” He pauses at the question, as if the query had truly eluded him. But then he answers.

WC: 2.7k

A/N: wasn’t thinking of writing anything for him, but the more I thought about it — the more interesting all the scenarios and drabbles can be. Minor allusions to suicidal tendencies I guess? This was a good way to get the feelings out.

A superpowered society of people was a grievance few could afford, or rather keep up with that is. Missives of machines, clones of the greats, and those who follow in their footsteps. The moment this population was addressed, it was a far-right of undoings that may as well spell their death from the moment one is born this way. In a hastily addressed letter, signed sincerely from the very first known superpowered individual — a whole new world opened up. Those who could take up the mantle, should or could; however, it is up to the individual how you wish to go out [In a blaze of glory?].

It is by the biggest fish possible, or just by mere accident. How one’s death goes will be how people know you, for better or worse. 

For Rudy, it was a fine line he had walked every single year — every single day — and he will continue to do so, which he found [highly] unfortunate. Trying to connect with one’s emotions and desire in the grand hole of the concept was a rudimentary thought, though he found it was worth the effort, in order to necessitate the greatest array of tools possible, just to protect all those he held dear. Even if he was viewed as a malicious person. 

Rudy just wishes you wouldn’t be one of those people, who would view him as such. He garnered valuable memories with you, formed a bond. It was something he dearly would never weaponize. All that he’s done, all that he ever will do. Will have been in the name of something good, he hopes. 

“Robot?”

He hums in response, flickering a light on at his work desk. His mechanic counterpart speaking in tandem, the person once in the dark was illuminated by his unconscious action. Rudy had learned to leave a light on for those who wished to speak to him, though he was far used to working in the shadows, there are those who lived with the light constantly. Something that he envied in a way. He turns, his willing gaze raking over their [worldly] appearance. For a moment he scrutinizes the details momentarily as his eyes adjusted to the light, before a flash of recognition finally lingers in his mind. 

It was you. One of his dear ones, and he had strikingly thought that you held him in the same regard. Rudy is aware that may not be the case of this relationship you share with him however, but he could dream. He’s dreamed of it many times. “You told me you were going to the downtown memorial service?” He says, tapers of confusion evident in his voice as he returns his gaze to what he had been mulling away with. 

“Did. But plans changed.” You replied, a forlorn tone, finding a chair to sit down at. “So I came back here.” 

Rudy arches a brow, but that quickly reverts back to his neutral expression, having gathered why the change had happened. “I understand,” He simply thinks, feeling the incessant swirling that fetters the gut of his stomach. Rudy understands far more than necessary, “Did you want to talk?”

“Not really.” You shrugged, shifting the subject as you leaned back into the chair you found home on. You cross your arms over your chest, shooting him a pointed look. “What’re you working on?”

Another one of his [many] projects, though it’s importance wasn’t high on his list of priorities. He could spare the time, a lot of time. Since it was you in particular, despite the obviously grim and vicarious circumstances, he was truly elated to see you: and hear your voice. Rudy frowns at your deflection, though there was no blame to be placed, the times now were quite difficult to deal with. Both mentally and physically. He rests his working arm on the armrest of his own chair.

Rudy turns on the swivel, laying his foot against the floor to come to a stop. “Are you sure you’re alright?” He subverted the focus —  the silence — and you [could] only sigh, tilting your head as you lean forward. 

His words were carefully considered, as he steps into zones, out of tandem often. Though, Rudy wants to take a careful, comfortable step into a zone where he dared to tread. 

You take the moment to collect your thoughts, scratching at the sleeve rolled up on your arm. “You know, I’ve never taken news of a passing well.” Rudy hears those words so clearly, and his eyes widen. He certainly wasn’t expecting a situation like this to present itself, and not with you. Not at all. But, Rudy maintains a calm posture despite the brewing storm of thoughts that swam in his mind at the speed of a bullet train. He stays silent for the moment, then replies. 

“I highly doubt anyone has.” 

“Right.” You mutter, hanging your head. Far into your hands, “Mourning someone who was alive once was easier.” You admit [a hint of finality, he assumes], and you hang back, same as before. Those gentle hands of yours, more than he cared to admit, scraped down the flesh of your kind face. He thought to himself once, and wondered what the touch of your hands felt like. 

(Rudy had stood aside, standing in his familiar orange mechanical suit. In the genuine flesh as he had watched you take the brunt of many attacks, but he multi-tasked, taking care of the metaphysical obstacles with relative ease. Though he was famously known for; finding ways, information and identities. There was just one thing he couldn’t figure out even beyond the layers of all what he could do, and that was you. 

Not wholly anyway. 

“Two more minutes.” Rudy announces to the group, and it was as if all it once that a slight change of ease assimilated themselves into their bodies, fending off the attackers in order to buy time for the genius. He could hear shouts, comments from heroes who got pissed off [however rightly so], and the enemy who directly engaged the rest of his team. The wires were flimsy in the grasp of his hands, but Rudy worked, familiarity shooting through his veins as the barrage of fire and explosions ticked away the seconds in his head. Red wisps in his vision, and he couldn’t focus, nor direct the energy as to why. 

He briefly felt a glimpse of the scar on his cheek, a fresh reminder from a short skirmish—a fight that should have been quick but somehow stretched on and on, leaving him drained. There were people who had briefly praised him. But in the quiet moments like this [despite the throbbing pulse that reminded him of the situation he was in], when no one was watching, Rudy wondered how much of it was truly his. How much of it was just... obligation.

The mystery of it all hits him again, and he gasps as a beam narrowly hits his side. Rudy’s eyes flit over to whoever deflected the attack, it was Invincible. He sighs in relief, a nod to his brief moment of heroism. Rudy watches as Invincible’s shoulders deflate, tired he guessed, but so were many of the heroes. The black haired hero re-joins the others in the fight, leaving Rudy to return his focus to what was necessary. He lets out a low groan, feeling the weight of the pressure incessantly squeezing the heart in the cavity of his chest. Rudy sometimes wished that he didn’t go through with what he did, taking the measures he had performed early on, just to live longer in a more able body. The years had barred him with no sense of time to take it easy however, so he continued. 

"Why am I doing this?" he thought, eyes narrowing. "Every time I fight, every time I try to save someone, it feels like I'm just going in circles. Nothing ever changes."

A rare moment of exhaustion, especially for someone of his stature. Yet, Rudy tries not to falter. He flexed his fingers, trying to force them to calm, but they clenched involuntarily. 

He exhaled, the air feeling heavier with each breath. The weight of his mission, of his promise, was suffocating. As a genius, Rudy had been told since childhood that he had no choice but to succeed. It was his destiny, and it was theirs for him, too. But no matter how many lives he saved, no matter how many battles he fought, there was always something missing—a sense of true accomplishment, perhaps. Or maybe it was the gnawing feeling that his efforts would never be enough. It was that alone that will continue to remind him of his ability to be human, despite the biological factors. 

Finally, he reaches his small goal. Rudy reaches up into the air with the object, a mass portable object of destruction. Something easy enough to facilitate with just one of his suits. “I'm done! Someone grab it and press the button when they get close.” He shouts, unwavering in his steady devotion to the craft. 

Rudy immediately feels the weight lifted off his hand, and he smiles inwardly to himself. He knew well enough from the memory of the breeze tickling his hand many times over that it was you, with your capable ability to reach speeds unknown to the human body, or even to foreign beings that arrive on Earth; you alone had that special capability, particularly with your quick reaction time. 

Though he’s seen that look on your face, expectant – solemn. As if you were waiting for something to completely turn the tides in the favor of your opponents. Rudy wasn’t able to completely narrow that aspect, so he could only assume. That he could only do, as he watches the device in your bruised hands reach toward its destination. 

Succession was an unfeeling matter, he and you both knew that well. That bond of understanding was something you two had shared with one another. He knew the feeling too well—tight, like the weight of his duty pressing on his chest. His red hair hung in his eyes, messy and unkempt, as if his mind had been too distracted to care.

Rudy wishes he could feel it too – your hands, the weight of probable doom — as he watches and waits for the outcome like the rest of the heroes.)

“Who are you when no one’s watching?”

Your question pulled him back to the moment, this very time. The details rang a story you dared not tell aloud. Red rimmed your eyes, tears both shed and unshed. A giveaway to your darkest layer of the mind you held. You were in a place many had been before, your heart was wounded. You, like him, like so — so many — other heroes had questioned this reality [tearing out your hair, sobbing yourself to sleep, then repeat. Without bearing the shame of being seen]. Symptoms made physical, made real. Indented to crushingly guilty thoughts of why you had survived, why the others didn’t. There was a time that he had felt that way too, so he gave thought. 

Rudy pauses in his movements, resting his chin against the strong force of his hand; It was as if the query truly eluded him. But then he answers —

“Just myself.” He says, as if it was the simplest thing in the world. Without going into the nuance, without manacles that hid away the thought. Rudy was, without question, a confusion made an existence. But the answer was appallingly simple that it had shocked you, blinking away the blurriness as you looked around, anywhere but at him. 

The environment was the same, untouched, nonetheless disturbed by the many familiar presences [young, old. They were all the same in the face of combat]. Heroes, even despite their power on the tier listing, so strong and hopeful. Though the years weather anyone down in no time when it comes to this line of work, so the expectant wanting of the experiences were partly to blame. You could feel the compositions of wires radiating from within the walls, all working hard to support the electricity that gives the view of what you wished for. 

You and Rudy wished for two very different things, you didn’t know that though. You wanted to know things, but you respected the impassable boundaries. 

“You say that like it’s easy.” You said, but the look you receive from Rudy makes you question what you had just said. He pressed both hands into the armrests, supporting himself as he stood, then walked over to you — Rudy was just a few steps short of your spot. He crouches down, leveling his gaze with yours. Rudy was making himself smaller against you on purpose, to give you room to breathe. 

The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife, “It isn’t.” He replies. “However, my belief is easy.”

Your arms drop to your lap, one hand still fiddling with the fabric of your sleeve. Confusion stirs in you, but you let him continue. Out of the corner of your peripheral, something scrawls closer. Just almost daring to touch. 

“My perception of things will present things very differently to me, then it does to you.” He admits, almost a scornful tone. A hindered string of resentment beneath it. “But my belief in you, in our friends. Will tell me it is enough to get through even the worst of things, even if I am sure that we are doomed.” Rudy closes his eyes for a moment, taking short residence in the quiet. His words — the words of a walking man, a walking metal one to sure [He wasn’t completely metal, not always], revered you with a sense of clarity that you had not been endowed with before. Even if the stairs to a light, away from a shadow of a former life had not completely formed. Your sense in what he meant, was both damning, but also relieving. 

Your hand reaches for his, he looks back at you, seeing a lop-sided smile on your face. Rudy wasn’t sure what it was, but something festered in his chest. But he was granted a sense of reprieve, even if his words did little to give you a sense of peace; he was glad that he could grant you a semblance of something similar. 

A windowed beat cracks against the glass, snapping you out of it as your eyes flit over to the windows, which gives anyone a view to the world outside. Rain, and even more thunder. 

“Lighting.” He affirms, “The weather seems to be particularly bad today.”

“Dunno…” You chuckle, tilting your head as you try to get a better look at what so little the view the windows offered. “I kinda like the clouds, they’re pretty, even for looking so grey.” 

Rudy takes a quiet mental note of that comment, “Good for nature, for the grass. Not so much for us, we would’ve gotten sick if we were caught out there.” You only nodded, leaning back as you sighed. Rudy stands up, offering you a hand. 

You take his assistance, almost suddenly startled as you immediately get pulled up into a stand by his hand. “Thanks.” You mumble, taking a moment to collect yourself, suddenly [far too loudly] wincing from the soreness that settled into your bones. Incoherent curses could be barely heard beneath your breath. 

“Today was rough?” Rudy questions, a tone of amusement evident as he walks over to an array of cabinets. The door to one creaks as he opens it, and you could only muster a mock-laugh as you swaggered over to his side, leaning against the counter. 

“No shit sherlock.” You began, crossing your arms, cracking the bones in your fingers. “It was all sorts of things today.”

“Do tell.” He responds, and you eye him as he takes out two packets of tea. You debated on whether or not you should call that out, or against the thought that he remembers that was something you liked in particular. You end up not doing so, instead taking his [not so] subtle request, taking the invitation to launch off into your rant about each and every detail that bothered you. 

Rudy continues to listen, and that was his one easy act of heroism. 

The man made flesh, who once hid behind metal. Learning to listen, it was that in which he remembered how [boisterous] he used to be in his speeches, when he talks: But learning was an experience in life. 

You, one of his dearest ones, are one of the only people he listens to.

[cottoncandyafterdark]

Senku Discovering Reader is a Mermaid (Drabble)

Fandom: Dr Stone

Character(s): Senku Ishigami

Warnings: None

Notes: Requested by LadyIshtar on ao3! Well, they requested this premise with a few other characters too, and I will write those at some point, I am working on them, but it's been forever since I've posted anything on ao3, so I figured I'd just go ahead and post Senku's, which I finished a bit ago, just to like, prove I'm alive lol. Thanks for your patience by the way, everyone, my classes are over for the semester so I'm gonna try to write more often for the next few months til they start again! Enjoy!

Senku stared. Just... Stared. You weren't sure you'd ever seen him so speechless before.

"Um..." You laughed nervously. "Surprise...? I, um, wanted to tell you sooner, but I didn't know how, I didn't really think you'd believe me...."

He blinked quickly, and finally seemed to snap back to reality.

"You were right, I wouldn't have believed you, if you'd told me instead of showing me. But..." He approached and placed a hand on your tail. "This is real." He ran his hands over the scales, and you couldn't help but shudder a bit. "Either that, or you spent hours upon hours making it look and feel real as hell to trick me into looking stupid."

"It is real-!" You started to protest, but Senku laughed.

"I know. You wouldn't do that, you're much too sweet to pull that kind of prank." He chuckled again and you blushed, but he quickly shifted back to an intense look of curiosity and analysation, trying to put everything together in his head- you smiled. Senku really never did change.

"So. How does it work?" He asked. 

"What do you mean?"

"Well, a lot of things, but let's start with the fact that you usually have legs. Currently you have a fish tail. How do you do that?"

You shrugged. "It just happens naturally when I'm submerged in water."

"Hm." He ran a finger down the middle of your tail, almost like he was looking for a seam- there was none, of course. You twitched a little, not used to the sensation of someone touching the tail you've worked so hard to keep hidden, though it wasn't unpleasant. It kind of felt nice, actually, in the same way that someone running their fingers through your hair would. "Does it hurt?"

"No, not at all. It just wears off after a little while when I dry off."

"Interesting...." He knit his eyebrows together further, surely already trying to figure out exactly how that could possibly work. 

You almost didn't want to say it, but you had to- "Honestly, Senku, I think it's just magic."

Senku, to your surprise, laughed. "You know, they used to call lightning strikes and solar eclipses "magic", too. Once we understand how it happens, it stops being magic, and starts being science. Which is why you're coming back to the lab with me as soon as you get your legs back."

His enthusiasm was infectious. You couldn't help but smile a little bit too, although the idea of being analyzed and experimented on made you... A bit nervous. But it was Senku. You knew he'd never hurt you. "Just remember that I'm your partner, Senku, not a science experiment," you gently chided him anyways, just to keep him on-track.

"Of course , I couldn't forget that. But can you blame me for being curious?"

"No, of course. I wouldn't expect anything else from you." You smiled up at him, and he finally looked up from your tail to give you a reassuring smile back. It almost felt silly, now, that you'd put off telling him the truth about yourself for so long. You really shouldn't have expected anything else.

[aclassitag]

Announcing Krem Week!

#kremweek2024 — 22-28 July 2024

background art credit: @xfreischutz [link to original post]

*text prompt list under the readmore

This year will mark 10 years since the release of Dragon Age: Inquisition! In celebration of that anniversary and the game that gave us our first trans character, here is a prompt list - and dates - for any who would like to participate! All sorts of creative content is accepted so long as they are not A/I generated. (See examples below)

*If you want to portray Maevaris Tilani instead, that is also fine!

Please read the guidelines!

If you have any questions, reply to this post and I will do my best to answer :)

Prompt list:

1 — Anniversary 2 — Euphoria / Expression 3 — Casual / Formal 4 — Family / Love 5 — Respite / Fight 6 — Play / Satiate 7 — (Free space!)

Guidelines:

Use the tag: #kremweek2024 (@ this blog is fine too) — If you want to portray Maevaris Tilani instead of Krem, that is also welcome! Please @ me so I can rb :) For non-Tumblr folks that somehow got here: You may post submissions, please link your socials. You may choose one of two prompts in a day or do both. You may also combine as many prompts as you want from any or all of the days into a single work, just mention it somewhere.

Types of content allowed:

Illustration and writing are the most obvious forms of art allowed, but they're not the only ones! Literary arts fanfics, drabbles, poetry, plays, lengthy headcanon/meta posts (for headcanon and meta posts, minimum of 100 words+) Visual arts doodles, paintings, graphic design, photoshop memes, photography, animation, tiktok skits, abstract, fiber arts (embroidery, knitting, etc), ceramics Audio art fanmixes(curated playlists), original or cover songs Other crafts are also welcome! e.g. culinary, resin, woodworking, etc etc ..essentially, whatever type of art it is, I'll accept it so long as it falls within rules and is related to Krem or Maevaris :) For things that are more abstract, do include an explanation of your thought process on how it relates to Krem. E.g. you made Krem's Seheron Fish Wrap or Rice Pudding, take photos of your cooking, and post that (with the explanation that it is Krem's recipes) - that's an acceptable submission! You're allowed to explore different mediums everyday! You don't have to stick to one form of art for the whole week. I will be attempting to schedule reblogs in the 'prime time' for engagement, and in the interest of fairness, things like headcanon posts, fanmixes, and WIPs will not take priority in that time slot over fully rendered illustrations or complete fanfics. They will still be reblogged, but scheduled for other time slots.

Content Rules:

No A/I generated content. (Specifically GenAI content) As above, any and all forms of art is welcome. It must be human made, and by you. The whole point of working off a prompt is to explore a creative process, anyway - do yourself a favour and just enjoy making something! It doesn't have to be pretty! No reposting of other people's works. This must be your own creation. Obviously, no transphobic content. No harrassing others over their specific headcanons - be it in regards to any trait or quirks that come with being a person. People come in all sorts of wonderful variety, please respect that. In addition to above: No whitewashing, racism etc. Please note that Krem is not pale-skinned in canon, and I will not be reblogging content of him being portrayed as pale. 18+ works need to be labelled. On this blog, its tagged as "#adult art". Please add content warnings as appropriate. (E.g. portrayal of binding with bandages should have a warning label of "cw: unsafe binding", etc.) If your post/submission is lengthy, please insert a read more. This helps readability on the dashboard. Progress / WIPs are fine too!

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[scribbleseas]

in love & in war: the one where he meets you

Description: Join Ciel, the Earl of Phantomhive, as he embarks on one of the most difficult challenges of his professional life: getting you to fall in love with him in order to become the next chairman of TransAtlantica— your father’s vast shipping empire.

Warnings: The reader’s opinions are a bit old-fashioned, and they don’t reflect my own! Besides that, I’m sure there will be some explicit content down the line, but honestly, this story is much more romcom than our usually scheduled programming. It’s just a silly palette cleanser in season for Valentine’s Day.

Author’s Note: Hi! You guys expressed that you guys like more frequent posts, and I’ve reached a bit of a roadblock on my main Ciel fic right now. I thought I would write up a quick beginning to a potential drabble series! If you guys are interested in this premise, let me know! It’s fun to write such chill stakes content for once lol. Also, this isn’t based off a particular request! I’m still playing with my ideas from those, and at this point, I can confidently say you guys are getting either a one shot or a 1-3 part series based on one. Thank you all for submitting, and feel free to keep them coming.

Happy Reading!

- Dan

| NEXT DRABBLE ⇒

MASTERLIST

In Conference

Late May, 1895

Your life was nowhere near as easy as it seemed.

Perhaps, the average onlooker might see you and presume that the expensive jewels wrapped around your neck and your fingers were the most burdensome aspect of your privileged life. Or perhaps they might have thought it would be the pinch from your stately heels or the strain from a brilliant, yet strategic, permanent smile.

Your business smile. Your future-Countess-of-Richmond smile.

But they couldn’t have been more wrong.

This very moment was exact proof of that— you were in the midst of your world collapsing. The abject shock rattling through your mind was akin to a nightmare. Your eyebrows pulled together in a contentious pout, the horrified look you used to get away with your most childish crimes from your parents.

“Marriage? Simply not.” You begged, alreadying feeling your will to fight waver under your father’s tired stare, your mother’s pained grin. “I’m only—”

“Of perfect age to begin looking for a potential partner. 22 is well past ready, I would say,” your mother answered for you.

“I would be— but—” you sputtered like a fish out of water only to inhale deeply through your nose. You needed to collect yourself. Negotiate thoughtfully and logically. That was the only way to get yourself out of this.

“Speak with intent, Y/n,” your father interjected boredly, retraining his attention on the business reports he was reading. He fixed his glasses, pushing them further up the bridge of his nose.

Speak with intent. You knew those words well. They were your solace, the lighthouse in the storm that came with childhood temperament. Your father, no matter the cause of your distress, would answer: Speak with intent.

“Right,” you cleared your throat apologetically, glancing down at your hands as they sat clasped in your lap. “Sincerest apologies, sir.”

Your father hummed, eyebrows jumping a fraction of a centimeter. He picked up his pen and scribbled his signature at the bottom of the report. Your mother’s hand fell on the nape of his neck to make him turn his gaze back up at you. He hesitated before doing so, waiting to click a stamp onto the signed report.

“I do not wish to marry,” you enunciated your words carefully, confidently. “At least, not yet,” you added, now catching your father’s attention for the blunder. “I’ve yet to meet someone I love,” you felt your face redden, a desire to run back to your room threatening to overtake your fortitude. You were only so strong under your father, the Earl of Richmond’s deliberation stare. It struck fear into the other side of conference tables, lecture halls, and courtrooms. And now, across his desk at his only daughter.

Before your father could remind you that love wasn’t the most important aspect of a successful marriage, your mother interjected gently.

“What about the Duke of Clarence’s son, Antonio? He seemed to like you,” she prompted. Wrongly. You’d danced with Antonio at the Summer Solstice gala that the Pembroke family threw annually. The man opted to use the waltz’s entirety to brag about his family’s Italian vineyards and his love for agriculture. And, of course, his admiration for your father’s entrepreneurial genius. His shipping empire, TransAtlantica, had just successfully fortified shipping systems in all of the states; a step forward from simply cycling through all major ports along the east coast.

“He doesn’t love me,” you complained, “he loves TransAtlantica. He’d much prefer to marry our family corporation!” Antonio was suitable. He was decent, but that’s all he truly was to you. It’s all he ever could be.

You met your mother’s eyes pleadingly, and she pursed her lips, fully knowing the next words out of your mouth. You had a deal. From a young age, you knew the Richmond family, the Y/l/n line, respected contracts more than all else. Since you turned 17, you had one signed by all three parties and dated.

Your mother sucked in a breath through her teeth. “I remember the deal,” she said, taking a moment to consider her own words. The corners of her lips twitched as if she was attempting to hide her amusement with you. She understood— her own father, your grandfather, was just as militant, stiff with professionalism. Promises were negotiations with terms, signatures, and stamps. There were no arguments this way. “Dearest,” she addressed your father, the hand that was on the back jumping to his shoulder, “you do as well.”

“Do you?” You challenged, indignantly crossing your arms. “I request you restate the terms, mother.”

“If we are to pressure you into marriage before you feel ready, you must consent to the courting party,” your father took the liberty of answering gruffly. He squared his shoulders, regarding you purposefully— equal parts exhaustion and respect for your endurance. He cultivated it, after all. It was a fire that burned in your family for generations, as sacred as a temple flame.

“Yes,” you affirmed, “and so, I must choose the man I wish to be with.”

“With respect to your titles— no one below your station. And he must be chosen by the end of this courtship season,” your father added, negotiating. He tilted his head, analyzing your next move.

You knew of the first term since you were a child. You even remembered the exact day you learned them. You were a young girl, a little younger than seven. A young commoner boy had attempted to hand you a rose. Your maid at the time had scolded him for standing in the way of a noble family, since he had stepped out in front of you. It was a discernible moment, truly.

As for your father’s second term… you were unconvinced such a thing could be done.

“The end of the courtship season is in four months,” you replied, frowning. You were sure you met most eligible men in your social class. How were you to form a genuine connection in such little time? Even if you couldn’t find love per se, you still wanted to find someone you were compatible with.

“If we reach that deadline and you find no one, we can talk about it,” your mother answered. “And, you must allow me and your aunt to fix you on outings with suitors we like.

“Fine. Only if Daphne joins me,” you replied, knowing fully well that you weren’t allowed anywhere without your handmaiden present.

. . .

Next week

Your mother was sure not to waste any time in beginning to schedule supervised outings with a different well-educated and ennobled man that was within the appropriate age constraints. You’ve never had such a boring week, brutally torn away from the studies you adored so much.

“—And we’ve got another vacation home down in Tuscany, I think,” the Viscount Lineford’s son concluded, taking a peremptory drink out of his tea. He was dressed crisply in beige trousers that rolled up past his ankle and low leather shoes. His sterling watch sparkled in the spring sun.

You fought a building yawn that tempted the back of your throat, determined to hide your exhaustion with the man. It was a good effort, but you certainly weren’t impressed.

“That must be incredible,” you answered absently. “It must be such a lovely foreign getaway for the Lineford family,” you grinned diplomatically, blind to the horror that twisted his — you didn’t care to remember his name, unfortunately — face.

“Foreign? Excuse me Lady Y/n, but my family traces far back into Italian culture that we are practically Roman…” he started, only for you to interject.

“Will you just excuse me, please?” You struggled to keep the desperation out of your face, calmly searching for your supervisor. She was meant to be sitting at a table nearby, merely ensuring that your outing remained within polite societal constraints. More importantly, Daphne served as your escape when your potential suitors proved most unbearable. All you needed to do was subtly tilt your fan to your left ear and the woman would always scramble over to you with an excuse to steer you out of any scenario you found distasteful.

Such as this one.

Daphne never normally left your side, a realization that allowed worry to creep into your tone. “I’m unsure where my maid went, and I would like to fetch her,” you replied, standing and shouldering your small day bag over your shoulder.

“I’m sorry?” He asked, chuckling with bitter disbelief at your rudeness. Ladies were supposed to be demure and polite. You were impatient and honest, a product of an Earl knowing that his daughter was the object of his legacy. Your father trained you as he would a son, and your tutors followed in suit. “Surely you’re joking; this is the middle of our tea.”

Her pocketbook and her sweater weren’t even sitting on the chair she had been occupying, causing you to blink at the empty table in disbelief.

“No, I’m not. I think something might be wrong,” you shouldered past the man, stepping between other individuals sitting at the common tables in the park.

“Fine, you aren’t worth it anyway!” He called at your back, but the words hardly registered with you.

The area was rather common for courting pairs to visit in the early spring. However, it could also be populated with…criminals. “Excuse me,” you mumbled, quickly walking down the paved pathway through the greenery to the main sidewalk, the London pavement heavy with pedestrians. The streets were perhaps more crowded with carriages and sweating horses.

You couldn’t be alone in the city! As a woman of your stature, it simply wasn’t done. Never. Ever. It was an affront to your teachings, and it was unsafe. You needed your friend, not some stranger.

“Where is she?” You mumbled, rapidly attempting to discern every face that passed you. Surely it wouldn’t be long until someone recognized you— you were one of the most photographed families in the country. In fact, you were fortunate no one had offered your location to the press while you were on this outing. You never would have heard the last of it.

Some took hold of your handbag and darted off, using your distractedness to his advantage. He ran to the end of the block and crossed the street, weaving through pedestrians once the crossing guard allowed your side to walk over. If your hand hadn’t been tightly clutching the strap as you walked, you never would have noticed.

You did your best to pick up your speed and chase him, yelling out.

You cried out, glancing down at your long springtime dress. Your short heels were nowhere near efficient enough for you to make a chase out of the robbery, nor should have needed to! Even still, you lunged into the street — without looking.

In fact, if you had committed to your step, you would’ve been flattened by an oncoming carriage, given that the crossing guard had ordered pedestrians to stop passing moments prior. The only reason why you didn’t make the life-ruining step seemed to be… a tall young man with a serious face and staggering presence. He only had one exposed blue eye, the other was concealed by a black eyepatch. His grip tightened around your arm, pulling you intimately into his chest.

You breathed heavily, tearing yourself out of his arms. A flair of irritation caused you to glare at him as you righted your stance and smooth your dress. However, he did save you from a potentially life ending situation. His immediate insurance of your safety was more meaningful than a misaligned gown that you fixed in seconds.

In fact, the moment truly was a bit theatrical. The man was handsome enough to make you smile with uncertainty, your irritation melting. “Thank you for that,” you said, relieved that the sidewalk seemed to clear, the crowd dispersing from the main street. “I could have been killed.”

“That would have been quite a shame,” he replied, locking eyes with you. The man made a thin attempt at returning your smile. He was enchanting, regal… your heart skipped a beat, considerably flustered.

…Until he spoke again, completely distorting the immediate magnetic lure you felt from his sharp features: “Rather careless of you, my Lady. You ought to be smarter than that.”

You frowned. “In case you failed to notice, that man stole my handbag and essentially disappeared,” you snapped impatiently. It had your identification, emergency notes in case you needed to purchase something, the current novel you were fixated on…how were you meant to return to the estate now?

“You weren’t catching him, I don’t think,” he noted astutely, watching you as you stepped past him to go in the direction you came from. Perhaps Daphne circled back to the park in search of you. You absolutely needed to find her.

“Thank you for your help. Good day,” you answered brusquely, continuing to walk. However, he remained in stride with you, still unabashedly smug. It quickly absolved you of any former gratefulness you had toward the man for pulling you away from oncoming traffic. Perhaps it might have hurt less to have collided with a horse and a carriage over the velocity and mass of this random man’s ego.

“What, don’t tell me you going to go chase him,” He said patronizingly, a sardonic pull infecting what you thought was initially a careful smile. No, the man was just another arrogant bastard, it seemed. “In those shoes, especially,” He perused, causing you to stop once more and regard him.

“I am a noble woman, you will not speak to me in such a manner no matter what line of—“ you caught the sapphire family and silver crest rings around two of his fingers — “mediocre destitution you come from!” You jabbed purposefully, undeserving of his rudeness and his condescension, no matter what title he occupied in your class. You were the partial inheritor of TransAtlantia; you trained to run the company to some degree since you could speak. Few could step to you.

“I believe I said good day, kind sir,” you added poisonously, daring him to continue to test you before speeding back towards the park. You needed Daphne, you needed an officer…anyone besides this pompous— you ended the thought before you could further infect yourself with such unladylike curses.

It really wasn’t so easy being the daughter of an Earl.

CIEL PHANTOMHIVE

“I’ve planned things so Lady Y/n’s maid is off helping a little girl find her mother; I separated the two by distracting the girl with a kitten. Y/n will panic without her maid being within her immediate reach, drawing her out to the street. I will cause her to put herself in harm’s way by distracting her at the corner of 89th Street and Arthur. Be ready by the street post. I’ve made the new paralegal late to his case, he will have instructed his butler to drive quick. You will need to pull her away from the street. If you miss, things may end rather…unfortunately for the young woman,” Ciel Phantomhive’s butler, Sebastian Michealis, outlined.

Sebastian was Ciel’s head butler, his head chef, head landscaper, tailor, tutor… but most importantly, the Earl of Phantomhive’s contracted demon. The supernatural being was at his disposal and his bidding; his new role being the most interesting one of all: matchmaker. He fabricated a scene for Ciel to meet Y/n Y/l/n, and ideally, make her love him.

It was simple, really. Ciel needed a wife; Y/n’s family needed a competent businessman to run that prosperous giant of a shipping enterprise; and most importantly, the woman seemed to be rather competent. The only danger to his strategy was, of course, Y/n’s foul storybook idealism, apparently. Ciel knew Y/n was highly educated and well graced in ettiquiete, but she seemed intent on finding some happily ever after of sorts.

She wanted a husband— a bloody love match. No— she needed an actor to convince her that she was worth marrying beyond the incredible status she represented. There was no asset greater than a title and an economic monarchy to inherit, and securing such a prize meant that Ciel needed to woo her.

“My Lord, you must be considerate, but not too kind. Though you should also refrain from acting too smugly or the lady may take offense,” his butler had offered some horrifically embarrassing — and incredibly unhelpful — acting lessons for him to express the particular warmth Lady Y/n seemed to be looking for.

Love. A feeling Ciel hadn’t known in around nine years. Arguably, it could’ve been more. And yet, in order to stop being solicited by desperate mothers and unlikely candidates, he was securing his bride.

According to Ciel’s butler, that meant he needed to create a memorable foundation in the woman’s mind, an introduction that would leave her curious, impassioned. Wanting more. Something to make him stand out amongst the other faceless, classless mouth breathers who would be vying for TransAtlantica, now that word of her search for a suitor was widespread.

The company and Y/n’s hand were all one in the same courtship, and Ciel was sure the was going to win both.

The Earl of Phantomhive was never one to lose. He’d be remiss to start now.

[heathtrash]

When you're working on TWW fanfic, how do you get like new inspiration or even just the motivation to keep going?

(p.s. thank you for keeping the fandom alive!!)

inspiration/ideas are something i almost never have a problem with. i come up with new scenarios for these gays almost constantly and it's everything in me to not just constantly begin new wips and crossovers and aus that have never been explored! and there's so much media to draw from with tww with all eight books, the shows, the movie, the spinoffs - idk but even like vanilla 2017 or 1998 stuff is always giving me life, maybe because i'm an insatiable multishipper with no chill and an adoration of rarepairs.

i also make sure i "read around" tww. i watch things or listen to audiobooks with a related genre or vibe, especially if i'm exploring au or want to go for a specific tone. keeping your brain active and making connections like this helps so much with inspiration and plot. it's like going on a silly little mental health walk, but instead of nature or whatever, you're opening your brain up to new possibilities. even something completely unrelated can spark something! it makes the worlds you write feel a bit richer as you're writing them.

motivation is something different, because i struggle with a lot of self-confidence in my own writing (lol, cptsd. i'm in therapy). comments on my works do really help with that. but these days people seem to feel weird about leaving comments on works that aren't like a week old??? bruh people still talk about books that are decades or centuries old. and we have some lovely people still in the fandom who are willing to read some of my work, and that is amazing to me!!

but of course, there are fics i've started that i am not sure will ever see the light of day because i feel like they're not good enough, or works that i've put up that very few people were interested in (rip to pippa university years my beloved. never escaped single digits on the kudos for 10k of fic). those embarrassments and failures hold me back so much because they confirm my own negative thoughts about my writing and make me not want to put my energy into this. i have a full plan of chapter 13 of a clock with no hands, but i keep giving myself imposter syndrome over my ability to write it well enough. idk. rationally, i know that the types of story i write are sometimes not what people want to read. i think it's important to talk about (please i am NOT fishing) because i'm sure there are many people who feel the same way. some people even look up to me as a writer?? but i cannot emphasise enough that it's a miracle that anything goes online with my mental health being how it is.

anyway, enough about me! mostly i try to think primarily of the fandom and what's best for us right now. that's why i'm running the drabble exchange, which i think will be a really fun way to get little sparks of inspiration going for everyone, as well as hopefully providing a chance for new writers to dip their toe into whatever ship they like! please sign up to join in - this is the last weekend before i close sign-ups!

i'm certainly not solely responsible for keeping the fandom alive though!!! there are some incredible artists who are doing a much better job of that than me with the recent influx of art - as well as all those who are writing new fics that are providing after the slump we had with the conclusion of the 2017 series. it was really hard to recover the fandom after s3, and i know i've had a small part to play in that with the twitter group chat evolving into reviving the discord. but i couldn't have done any of that if no one else was around to join in!

(also side note - general invitation extended to anyone who wants to join the discord!)

[spnfanficpond]

April 2023 Angel Fish Awards

(Angel Fish design by @slytherkins!!)

WELCOME TO THIS MONTH’S ANGEL FISH AWARDS!

Every month all of you fantastic writers work your asses off to post some truly incredible stories. Our Angel Fish Awards are the way for all of us, as a community of writers and readers, to lift each other up and give praise to those who have captured our attention and deserve a few kind words.

The monthly Angel Fish Awards are peer-nominated, meaning ANYONE (you don’t have to be a member) CAN NOMINATE ANY POND MEMBER’S FIC. Everyone in this community deserves to be showered with love and feedback, and we hope that this fun, thoughtful award will do just that. (Click here to learn more about how to nominate a fic for an award!)

Be sure to read through this whole post as people who were nominated more than once only had one tag activated for Tumblr tagging purposes!

WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, HERE ARE THIS MONTH’S ANGEL FISH AWARDS!

Nominated by @katbratsupernaturalwhore

Natural Woman by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

Floofy, sexy, fun, and hot!

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Nominated by @glygriffe

What Goes Around Don't Come Around (or Maybe It Does) by @rauko-creates

I always appreciate Rauko's way with words and it was probably the best way to introduce myself to Drowley fanfic. "Crowley deserved to be loved" is the summary and I agree.

Plain sigh by @luci-in-trenchcoats

This fic has a lot of fun twists and turns and fluff, even dealing with a serious matter like kidnapping. I had a lot of fun reading this!

Apple of My Eye (series) by@bamby0304

This series has been nominated before (and not that long ago) but I just discovered it and I love the way the Reader and her daughter are interwoven in the arcs of two very different seasons of the show.

Pure by @deanwinchesterswitch

This short piece feels real and raw, primeval, which fits the Purgatory setting beautifully.

Being Human by @thoughtslikeaminefield

Dean needing a break between cases and Castiel allowing him to take that break, to just... be human for once is heartwarming.

Part-time soulmate by @princessmisery666

Dean will never allow his relationship with the [unnamed female character] to be a 'normal' picket-fence one, even if he wants it so much. So... a lot of angst, just the way I like it!

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Nominated by @thoughtslikeaminefield

The Hero, The Myth, The Legend by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

I have so many feelings about this fic. Some of my favorite Dean traits are lovingly explored here: empathy, compassion, protective nature, enthusiastic embrace of healthy casual sex between consenting adults, open discussion of trauma. The Reader is a bold and well-developed character herself, and the descriptions of each of their behaviors and feelings are so vivid and engaging. This is a fic I will read and re-read in the coming years.

Buttons by @wingedcatninja

The build-up and anticipation is delightful and so sexy in this short little ficlet!

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Nominated by @mariekoukie6661

Forbidden Fruit (series) by @crashdevlin

It's a really interesting dynamic, it's a great first chapter and I love the relationship between them!

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Nominated by @mrswhozeewhatsis

Pure by @deanwinchesterswitch

This made me feel TOO MANY THINGS TOO FAST and it hurt so now y'all gotta read it, too and feel my pain!!

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Nominated by @princessmisery666

He Is The Storm by @deanwinchesterswitch

So much emotion in so few words. Brilliant and so proud of Kym for writing a drabble!

Tattered (series) by @stusbunker

I don't usually read AU's but this one has drew me in and now I'm here for it!! The emotions are palpable and I can't see where it all leads.

Book of Revelations (And A Side of Coffee) by @cockslutpadalecki

Dean playing matchmaker and the fluffiness is too much. I love it so much!

THANK YOU ALL FOR THE AWESOME WORK AND GREAT FEEDBACK!

These are not actual awards, as in, there is no competition! This system is set up so everyone has a chance to share the love and promote a fic/author in the Pond that has grabbed your attention. The more people that participate, the better this will be :D

THANK YOU ALL AGAIN, KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK, AND AS ALWAYS, HAPPY WRITING!

[rising-volteccers]

Can you write a small funny drabble where Friede gives the absurd order to Orla to turn the fishing boat into a flying airship?!!??

Well, I wrote what felt right to me (and pretty self indulgent) so I don't know if it's funny but I do hope it'll still be a nice read!

Series: Pokemon Horizons

Characters: Friede, Orla

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When Orla made the decision to join the Rising Volt Tacklers, she knows that her days are far from peaceful. Friede always has something that he wants them to investigate, a mystery to solve in some corner of the world. It's not always easy seeing that their ship has seen better days, at times having to rely on the strong winds for their sails but they make it work. 

She thinks there's not much that Friede can do or say to surprise her these days but it seems that their intrepid leader still has stuff hidden up his sleeve.

Orla resists the urge to pinch the bridge of her nose. A quick glance at the wall clock reveals a far too early time to deal with Friede's nonsense. She hasn't even had her first mug of coffee, though it's doubtful whether clarity is something she wants right now. 

"Let me get this straight," Orla begins, leveling an unimpressive gaze at Friede's grinning face. "You're asking me whether I can turn this ship into an airship. As in, you want this to sail through the air instead?"

"Yup!" Friede replies, still sporting that infuriating grin as if he was asking for something simple. The audacity of this guy to come and make this nonsensical request just as she got up for the day. "You think you can do it?"

"Before I even consider answering that, why do you want an airship? Is the boat not good enough for you?" Orla has her arms crossed now, brows furrowed. "Something that's lacking after all this time?"

Surprisingly, Friede doesn't immediately answer. His grin softens around the edges, head tilted in a way that hints of a consideration to the words he's about to say. Orla finds herself loosening her stance in return.

"Nothing like that. It's super awesome that we're able to travel by ship thanks to Ludlow. Way better than going on foot! I was just thinking that…" Here, his eyes shift to the window where there's a view of clear blue skies with white clouds dotting it. Orla too follows his gaze. "...since we're going to solve all the mysteries of the world, I want us to be able to travel wherever we want."

Friede casually crosses his arms, fingers drumming an idle beat on his forearm. "You know how I fly on Charizard when I'm scouting ahead, yeah? It's thrilling to be that high up, to see the sights you just can't get on the ship. It's awesome if you give it a go with your Metagross."

"Not all of us are adrenaline junkies like you," she replies, tone considerably softer than before. Arceus above she's actually getting convinced on fulfilling this ridiculous request of his. It's hard not to when Friede shows this side of him–where he's open with his feelings and showcases his care without explicitly saying it. 

I want to travel even more together, to share the sights and experiences with my friends, Orla reads between the lines. 

"Yeah but surely you can see the charm and fantasy of traveling the world through the sky?" His grin returns. "Where's your sense of adventure?"

"It's buried underneath all the logistical nightmare in my immediate future because of you."

"So… you'll do it?" There's a hopeful note to his voice.

Orla heaves out a deep sigh but her smile, while resigned, is genuine. "I have a feeling I'll regret it after my first mug of coffee but I also won't deny interest in the challenge of repurposing a boat and giving it wings. Gotta put that engineering degree to good use."

"You're the best Orla, you know that?" Friede positively beams that she feels like sunglasses were in order to shield her eyes. "If you've got time later, I wanna discuss the general layout and plans I have for it."

"What, you already have a design in mind?"

"Well yeah, I wasn't going to come without a plan. This is going to really be our base of operations, our home to come back to instead of staying at whatever port or city we docked at. Of course I want to make sure it's something that'll be worth building."

Home. Orla privately admits that she feels a little warm and fuzzy hearing how Friede sees them. Then again, it's probably the lack of caffeine that she's supposed to have like twenty minutes ago.

"Come on, you can throw out your thoughts while I make coffee." Orla gestures for Friede to follow her. He does so with his arms crossed behind his head, lips affixed in a huge smile.

"Think you can fix me a mug too?"

"Don't push your luck. I know we're going to need more seeing that I'm probably going to lose sleep over this…"

Even as she said that, Orla knows that deep down, she's rather excited to tackle this big, long term project where the Rising Volt Tacklers will have a home that'll soar the skies.

[nirikeehan]

wip wheneverrr

I wasn't sure I'd have anything to share this week, because I've been hiding away in the woods on vacation, but @theluckywizard tagged me. I've been reading Wolf Hall by Hilary Mantel, which is lyrical af, which made me want to write more Kingdom Come. So here is a little start of the next chapter.

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He kisses her on the temple and eases her out the door. He would take the day off, but he’s expected at company headquarters; there’s always one minor crisis or another the subordinates aren’t equipped to handle. Thom urges her to explore Markham, get a feel for the place proper. In a few days he’ll have the time to show her around himself. 

Thalia stands on the front stoop, belly full of the breakfast he made her, feeling untethered. The rain has evaporated, replaced by brilliant azure sky and the barest hint of autumn chill. The cobblestones and stucco walls practically glow in the sun. Exposed, her face warms like a blush. She starts down the street, boots clicking on the paving stones.

She admits roaming the city for the day is a good idea. She needs to put space between them, lest his magnetism cloud her thinking. She still feels off-kilter from the rapid turn of events, wonders what exactly she agreed to in the bath this morning. Can she really stay here, as his — what’s the term? Mistress? Mortification seizes her. Paramour? Barely better. Lover? 

She cringes, narrowly sidestepping a noble in grey velvet who heads toward a golden-domed, marble columned building — the magistrate court. She heard the bells ringing at breakfast, signifying the start of autumn session. Thom told her, full of pride, how close his townhouse is to the beating heart of Markham’s legislature. 

The nobleman gives her a dirty look, and Thalia hides behind her hair, a thing one can do when it’s short and loose. He doesn’t recognize her, though there are plenty who might. She’s not the Inquisitor anymore, but her movements are still commented upon in the broadsheets; Leliana and Josephine both send her snippets from Orlais and Antiva when the gossip is especially salacious and outrageously wrong. They stopped when Cullen died, for which she is grateful. She has no desire to know what the rabble thought of that. Or what they’ll think, when they find out she’s sought out, for comfort, the war criminal she helped slip the noose. 

No one has to know, she reminds herself. Thom’s voice, in her head, assuring her.

Markham is a city of stone and plaster, of buildings built on top of streets and streets on top of buildings. Unlike Ostwick, which stands upon the sea and teems with gardens and canals, the Markham flora is far more deliberate. She spots a tree planted here on a walkway, another there, encircled by fences and dropping their scarlet leaves in lazy intervals. The wynds twist, turn, grow narrow and widen again on a whim. Thalia recalls the street that took her to the inn; the boulevard runs into the university, which was a place Thom suggested she visit while sopping up egg yolk with a piece of bread. His other hand strayed to hers, his thumb massaging a pale knuckle. It’s got a spectacular library, he said, almost sly. He knows books hook her like a fish.

She recalls the book he was reading in bed last night, before they made love. In her haste she forgot to see what it was, and when she woke in his bed with reams of sunlight across her bare back, it had vanished. She has no idea what he might like to read. It troubles her. How can he seem so mysterious to her still, after all these years?

She crosses the street, keeps walking past the university entrance. Some things she can resist.

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[watatsumiis]

you and your f/o(s) finally have time to relax and decides to take some extra days off this festive season! where are you going and what will you be doing? 🌴

no pressure in answering, and please take your time! <3

Ooooooh (twirling my hair (gay coded)) this is such a fun question, ill answer it under the cut since ive got a feeling im gonna ramble!! thanks so much for asking this, it was so fun to answer :D

my self ship blog is @rowavolo in case anyone is interested in more of these sorts of drabbles, they're so fun and silly <3

Well, since the festive season is always warm for me and I don't cope well with the heat, a lot of the activities would probably be shaped by that skdjjkdfs

Neuvillette and I go on a trip! Not super far out, but we stay in a place close to the beach (with air conditioning, of course,) and spend the days napping away (or doing some low effort crafts or cooking together!) and then go on walks in the morning and evening, even going to go sit on the beach late at night and hold hands under the light of the stars while we listen to the waves!! I imagine the time would be mostly unstructured and calm, with a few scheduled Events for us to work around, but a lot of it really depends on how we're both feeling that day, and we may choose to be randomly spontaneous and do something a bit wacky every now and then (including cooking soup over a bonfire on the beach. simply because we can.)

Ayato doesn't often get time off, so I feel like he'd pack it full with all the things he's been wanting to do since he last had a break like this. He'd have an annotated itinerary and will do his very best to get Ayaka and Thoma to be able to join us! He likes to be able to wander the markets at his leisure, but also going on long walks or checking out monuments and events and stuff like that! If it's possible, he's almost definitely swinging to get out of Inazuma. I think one of the things he'd love to have a chance to see is the Lantern Rite, so Liyue is the number one destination! Fancy dining, interesting stalls, storytellers, you name it, it's on Ayato's itinerary in itty bitty writing that only Thoma can even begin to decipher. Of course, there's definitely a few cheesy little dates for just us strewn throughout there too.

Zhongli has probably been planning for something like this for a while - Hu Tao is pretty lenient with giving him time off, especially around this time of year. Of course, he'd definitely have the Lantern Rite on his list as well, but it's definitely not at the tippy top of his list. Ideally, he'd organise what is essentially a several day long hike/camping trip to show me places of interest around Liyue, including interesting ruins and statues and even places with fauna or flora he thinks i'll like looking at. In the end, it's just us infodumping back and forth at each other for hours on end about whatever subjects come to mind as we walk, occasionally stopping for picnic breaks or to look at some cool animal that's passing by :3

Diavolo organises a trip up to the human realm. He certainly doesn't want to miss out on the warm summer weather and all the human world traditions i've mentioned to him! Anything summer-y that you can think of, we're probably doing it. Sailing, surfing, fishing, playing on the beach, water parks, drive in theaters, everything! He probably plans way too much to do in the short amount of time he has off, and thus has to extend the holiday (much to Barbatos' chagrin). He totally wears a big floppy hat, short shorts (that his thighs are basically bursting out of jksdfhkfd), sunglasses and those painfully bright button up shirts (stolen from me) as well as the most horrific bright red crocs (covered in charms, obviously).

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Fish in a Birdcage

Process | Present Night | Starsight

This drabble is set some time after Take it From the Top.

Blood rushed through Process, blood they had to breathe to refuel, that couldn’t be restricted nor redirected, blood that became saliva and so many other troublesome fluids, yellow blood that marked them as disposable to the empire.

Torvah’s blood.

Perhaps they should have taken comfort in that; that at least they had the exact same hue as their old friend, thanks to that friend’s descendant. 

They didn’t seem capable. Comfort - once something they had not needed at all, now something they instinctively craved - felt as out of reach as the stars.

They laid face down on their couch, which was neither too firm nor too soft. Their clothing was light and breathable against their skin; the only kind of fabric they could bear. They wore headphones to shut out the world and their awareness of their own heavy body with its blood, skin, and bone. 

But the headphones brought another issue.

“Set me free, Pro.” Came the usual singsong voice, the one they’d heard ever since being ousted from their Spine. 

“You can’t do the job anymore! And let’s face it - Jastes needs the help.” 

“Shut up.” They murmured, pointless as it was.

They were used to the incessant chatter by now. Yet sometimes it still grated, feelings they now couldn’t rewrite or nullify at will. 

They suppressed them as best they could, by meditation and by asking Chimer for suppressants. Yet she only gave them so many, gently but firmly insisting they had to learn to adjust to life as a troll.

“You are no fun.” Sighed the voice breathily. “I have one person to talk to in the whole world and it’s you. This is not what Torvah wanted! Like, at all. I am posi.”

Torvah hadn’t always been right. Process had loved their friend, when they’d been able to…but Torvah had been as flawed as any other troll.

“Nothing? No retort? You knoooow I’m right. And you still let me sit here. Selfish! You’re toxic to me. I’m writing a chittr callout.”

“You aren’t funny.” Said Process, deadpan.

“You have like, zippo sense of humor, chummy chum pal friend buddy pal amigo buddy friend -“

Process put it on mute with a tap to one of the headphone buttons, for all the good it would do. 

Five seconds later, the voice came back, petulant.

“When I get out of here, we are going to have a serious conversation. For real. Cross my heart!”

“I can’t set you free even if I wanted to, given what I am now.” Process said, blunt as always. “You must have realized that.”

A long pause stretched through the seconds like a spiderweb between two corners, fragile and tenuous. 

“Huh!” Said the voice at last, cheerfully. “That’s neat. You’re telling the truth…or you think you are. I bet Jamie would have something to say about that. No, Pro, I didn’t know that. One of us got told everything.”

“Let me see if I can shed a few tears for you.” Said Process, drier than desert sand.

“Salty! Is it because you’re trapped in a fleshy husk and will definitely die some day?” It asked, even more cheerful.

“I don’t fear death.” Said Process calmly. “This existence is already a kind of death.”

“Ow, the edge! Stew away for all I care. I’m getting out.”

The last three words cut into Process’s ears, warped and rough, unlike the chipper or pouty tones they’d come to expect. Now they were rough, full of static, hungry even.

“It will be interesting to watch you try.” Murmured Process.

“Watch away! You wouldn’t want to miss the show. I have several star performers in mind.” The voice giggled, returned to its usual light tones.

“You sound stupid.” Deadpanned Process.

“Oh, you can give a whole monologue, but when I make one comment I’m cringe? You’re cringe.”

“Get off chittr.” Advised the yellowblood.

“You’re not my real dad.” Retorted the voice, singsong.

“Leeson is lucky he’s dead.” They responded.

“Harsh! If he had a ghost I’d tattle. If I could talk to literally anyone else. Leesoooon, Pro is bullying meeeee.”

Process sighed. The voice giggled again.

“Aw, am I getting on your nerves, Pro? Are all those chemicals shooting around your noggin a real pain? Sad! For you.”

Process shook their head, even though it was a pointless gesture. They felt compelled to do such things more and more, being in this body now. They shifted slightly, remembering their limbs would go numb if they didn’t move them enough.

“I’ll listen to you until I die if it means keeping you sealed.” They said. “Torvah was wrong. You aren’t ready.”

“Were you?” It purred. “You got beaten by children. Their children! What a night, the mighty Process brought down because Jastes tricked you. Did part of you want to lose? Did you feel a little bad, despite supposedly getting rid of all that?”

Process was silent.

“That’s the difference between you and me, Pro…I don’t feel bad.”

“I know.” Said the lowblood boredly.

There was a brief pause.

“Can you work with me here, commander killjoy?”

“No.”

“Lame.”

Process got up and got themself a glass of water. They still couldn’t stand anything more flavorful than the trace minerals in the plain liquid; and if it was too cold, they had to wait for it to become lukewarm.

All their nutrition came through purposefully bland chewable vitamins and what nutrient-heavy gruel they could choke down. Chimer had been concerned they would lose weight from their already slim build. They had dropped a few pounds before she had changed their diet.

They walked over to their viewing screen, glass in hand as they took small sips. They’d been allowed to have it recently, the tech giving them a feed to the street several floors below.

They couldn’t survive out there. The city they had watched over for so long would overwhelm them now. It was…yes, it was frustrating. That was the feeling.

They were so helpless. Even more than a regular troll.

If the one thing they could do was keep the Guardian in check, then they would. 

That might be the last thing they’d ever do for their city, for of course the artifice was right.

One night they were going to die. It was true they didn’t fear it. Not for their own sake. 

“Do not go gentle into that good night.” Murmured the former AI, watching passerby walk and cars speed through the street, even though it was almost dawn. 

Civitrecce was always busy somewhere. Civitrecce always came back, no matter the natural or troll-made disaster. It had been built to last, ever since it was a much smaller, more peaceful place. Flawed and wretched as the city has become, Process still did not want its lowbloods and helms to endure further harm.

They would have to step outside their room to ensure that. To withstand the world without any true protection. 

Some things were worth the weight of their overwhelming senses, dire enough to withstand the pain of it all.

The voice in their ears giggled, and finished the line of poetry with a far more gleeful, hungry tone.

“Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”

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Fanfiction Masterlist Version 2

This is a master list of all the fanfiction I have posted with brief summaries and key details. Here is a link to my ao3 and here is a link to my FFN.

Because tumblr has a link limit, the fandom title will have a link to the page with all of the fics for that fandom. If the fic title has a link, it is because the fic is posted on FFN or if there are multiple fandoms in the one fandom (like Marvel) so ao3 gets weird about it.

Sorted by fandom alphabetically. Multipart/series fics are grouped together. Crossovers are repeated. Updated as necessary.

Avatar: Last Airbender

Death Comes in Threes

Lu Ten, Azulon, and Ursa died within days of each other. It's a lot for a young Zuko to handle.

2023, 1 chapter (oneshot), 2K words, complete.

He Is Mild, He Is Meek

Modern AU written for aromantic writing month. Trans aro lesbian Suki adopts Momo the cat.

2020, 1 chapter (oneshot), 6.5K words, complete.

Hypoxia

Hanahaki AU written as a gift. Ty Lee and Mai fall in love with each other in a Fire Nation where homosexuality is illegal. Ty Lee learns to use airbending to keep the flowers at bay.

2023, 2 chapters, 10K words, complete.

Momo & Zuko

Momo is interested in Zuko after he joins the gaang.

2020, 1 chapter (oneshot), >2K words, complete.

Moon Blinked

An attempt at horror. The moon is the bulb of an angler fish. Yue dies and is terrified of La.

2022, 1 chapter (oneshot), 3.5K words, completed.

The Spirits Threw Down Their Tears And Watered Heaven With Their Tears

This is a take on the weredragon Zuko trope with a heavy emphasis on the spirits in the world of Avatar. Dragon Zuko ends up in the North and meets sea serpent Yue. This fic was originally eight chapters but ten more were added to show Zuko and Yue moving on after Yue's death. The series page includes a supplemental oneshot about Toph.

2022-2023, 18 chapters, 58K words, complete.

The World Was Made By Gran Gran's Face

A series of drabbles about Sokka during the war. I also posted a draft of one of the chapters separately on FFN.

2020-2021, 10 chapters, >10K words, complete.

We Dance To Fast Music

Written for aromantic writing month 2021. Zuko experiences aro joy through dance. Can be read as platonic, queerplatonic, and/or polyamorous.

2021, 3 chapters, 8K words, completed.

When Everything Goes Wrong: ATLA Edition

During quarantine, I was very into incorrect quotes and also active on atla twitter so this is just a collection of some of my atla incorrect quote tweets.

2020-2022, 10 chapters, 8K words, completed.

Ben 10

A Change In The Beat Won't Make Me Stumble

Ken comes home from Thanksgiving. His family is a lot more alien than he thought it ever would be but he still loves them,

2021, 1 chapter (oneshot), 2.7K words, complete.

Crime Pays, Bro

Trans AU. Ben and Rook join Fistrick's gang.

2022, 1 chapter (oneshot), 7.7K words, complete.

Dangerous Games

This is an October challenge I tried in 2019 but failed to complete. It does get updated but very rarely.

2019-Present, 31 chapters, in-progress/hiatus

Even the Stars Can Be Rewritten

Oneshot about Alien X recreating the universe.

2019, 1 chapter (oneshot), 2.8K words, complete.

Glitch's Spark

Reboot fic. Glitch gets the spark instead of Gwen.

2022, 5 chapters, 17K words, complete.

It Should've Been Me

Reboot fic. Gwen and Ben have a talk after Kevin falls into the time portal.

2021, 1 chapter (oneshot), 2.5K words, complete.

It Was Automatic

Carl adapts to the ways Ben has changed his life recently and punches Will Harangue in the face.

2021, 1 chapter (oneshot), 6K words, complete

I Used To Dream, I Used to Fly

Ben 10/Kid Cosmic/Green Lantern crossover. Hal Jordan adopts Kid Cosmic and Ben gets a new brother.

2021, 5 chapters, 10K words, complete.

Rook Gets the Omnitrix AU

This is a series with five main parts and four supplementary oneshots. Rook finds the Omnitrix on Revonnah, attends the Plumber Academy, spends some time on Galvan Prime and Anur Transyl, and ends up in an interdimensional mess on Earth.

2021-2023, series, 182K words, complete.

To Touch Each and Every Life

The Adventure Zone/ Ben 10 Omniverse crossover. How the Day of Story and Song affected the Ben 10 universe.

2022, 5 chapters, 7.3K words, complete

Voiceless

Ben 10 Omniverse/Sanders Sides crossover. Roman and Remus are Osmosians (Omniverse definition: human mutants) with the power to see visions of something they don't yet understand. Logan, Virgil, Deceit, and Patton are aliens who attend the Plumber Academy with Rook and Scout.

2020-Present, (estimated) 30 chapters, in-progress/hiatus

When Everything Goes Wrong: Ben 10 Edition

Ben 10 incorrect quotes collection.

2022, 6 chapters, 3K words, complete.

You Were A Stranger

Rook, a Ben 10 fanfic writer, is assigned to Earth's Plumber base and falls in love with the actual Ben Tennyson. Featuring fanartist Scout, Rook & Molly Gunther friendship, and Kai being kind of terrible.

2022, 8 chapters, 35K words, complete.

Big Bang Theory & Young Sheldon

Synapses

Soulmate AU. Modern Sheldon tells his friends about his damaged (platonic) soulbonds with Paige and Dr. Sturgis.

2023, 1 chapter (oneshot), 2K words, complete.

DC Comics

All Sewn Up

Creature Commandos! Rick freaks out a bit looking at the Bride's body because it reminds him too much of his own.

2024, 1 chapter (oneshot), 1.8K words, complete.

Argus's Puppet Man

Creature Commandos! Rick is very divorced, trans, and sad. Mostly a look at Rick Sr grieving Rick Jr but with plot.

2025, (estimated) 5 chapters, (estimated) 20K words, in-progress

Artificial Souls Don’t Make Artificial Families

Creature Commandos! Platonic soulfamily AU. Rick is not ready to have this many soulmates, let alone for them to not be human.

2024, 1 chapter (oneshot), 8.6K words, complete.

Artificial Souls Still Feel Pain

Creature Commandos! Ambiguous soulmate AU. Creature Commandos can feel each others' pain, which has some implications considering half of them were mutated.

2024, 2 chapters, 11.6K words, complete.

Don't Look At Me

DC Legends of Tomorrow! Constantine loses his magic and the ability to pass as a man. He tries and fails to hide his transness from the crew.

2021, 1 chapter (oneshot), 4.7K words, complete

House Rules

DC Legends of Tomorrow! The Legends make lists of house rules for each other to make sharing the Waverider a little more bearable.

2019, 10 chapters, 8.4K, complete

In Storm Or Calm

Justice League Unlimited! Vigilante and Shining Knight are outed after saving a pride parade from another attack by General Eiling. Oneshot and a cat sequel.

2021, 2 installments, 25K words, complete

It Was Only A Kiss, How Did It End Up Like This?

Creature Commandos! Bride/Nina fic. Nina successfully kills the princess, gets kissed by the Bride, and gets chased by Eric. The rest of the Commandos protect her.

2025, 1 chapter (oneshot), 3.6K words, complete

I Used To Dream, I Used to Fly

Ben 10/Kid Cosmic/Green Lantern crossover. Hal Jordan adopts Kid Cosmic and Ben gets a new brother.

2021, 5 chapters, 10K words, complete.

Not A DILF

Creature Commandos! Doctor Phosphorous can’t figure out why Rick won’t fuck Illana.

2024, 1 chapter (oneshot), 1.8K words, complete.

Quick To Rise

CW Flash books! Johnny Quick origin story.

2018-2019, 5 chapters, 10K words, complete

Signal

DC League of Superpets/HouseBroken crossover! Krypto joins a meeting with the group.

2022, 1 chapter (oneshot), 2.1K, complete.

Tired of This Ghost Town

Justice League Unlimited! Vigilante fights back during the Thanagarian invasion and meets a ghost named Sir Justin. Intended to be a longer Vigilante/Shining Knight slowburn but I decided not to write it and felt the first chapter worked as a standalone.

2021, 1 chapter (oneshot), 11K words, complete (may be continued)

We All Got That Transgender Swag

Creature Commandos! Rick didn't expect the Commandos to find out he was trans. He didn't expect them to be so calm about it either.

2024, 1 chapter (oneshot), 1.4K words, complete.

Who Am I?

My Adventures With Superman! Clark realizes he's trans after Lois calls the hero she saw "Superman."

2023, 1 chapter (oneshot), >1K words, complete.

You Call It Complicated, We Call It Love

T4T SuperLantern for DC Rarepair Week 2025! General DC comics universe but references GLTAS and YJ. Clark and Hal learn of each other's transness, fall in love, and proceed to panic when Superboy shows up.

2025, 10 chapters, 17.5K words, complete

Young and Beautiful

Creature Commandos! Bride/Phosphorous. Bride reflects on outliving her past partners and talks about her relationship with Phosphorous.

2025, 1 chapter (oneshot), 1.8K, complete

Dimension 20

5 Times Lisa Did Not Like G13 and 1 Time She Did

Never Stop Blowing Up! G13 comes to the real world. Lisa does not like him.

2024, 1 chapter (oneshot), 6.7K words, complete

Disenchantment

Mosiac

Written for aromantic writing month 2021. Bean reflects on the relationships in her life.

2021, 1 chapter (oneshot), 2K, complete

Eliza And Her Monsters

She Doesn't Swim, She Drowns

Written as a gift. Eliza ends up at the beginning of Monstrous Sea and discovers she has a deep, supernatural connection with the world. There is also a Spider-Man crossover sequel where Eliza realizes her powers from Monstrous Sea exist in the real world.

2021-2022, two installments (series), 17K words, complete

Kid Cosmic

I Used To Dream, I Used to Fly

Ben 10/Kid Cosmic/Green Lantern crossover. Hal Jordan adopts Kid Cosmic and Ben gets a new brother.

2021, 5 chapters, 10K words, complete.

Lion Guard

Siku Ya Wazazi

Simba and Bunga decide to work together to give Timon and Pumba a Parents Day to remember.

2020, 1 chapter (oneshot), 2.5K words, complete

Marvel Comics

I Want You In My Life (But Not Like That)

MCU! Written as a gift and for aromantic writing month. Clint and Natasha look at their relationship over the years.

2023, 1 chapter (oneshot), 3.6K, complete.

Reunions

MCU/Endgame! Standalone reunions after everyone is snapped back.

2019-2020, 11 chapters, 11.2K words, complete

Sister Light And Brother Dark

Requested fic. Morgan finds a journal about her father's relationship with Steven Rogers and how they saw Ultron as their son.

2019, 1 chapter (oneshot), 7K words, complete.

They'll Have Someone to Care For Them

MCU/dsitmom! Earth 838 recovers from the death of the Illuminati.

2022, 23 chapters, 35K words, abandoned/complete/hiatus.

we felt his love and he died loving you

X-Men 97! Kid/Adoption AU. The X-Kids expect Scott to get custody of them after Xavier dies but they actually end up with Xavier's ex-husband who they didn't know about. Magneto struggles to be a dad.

2024-Present, 30+ chapters, 100K+ words, ongoing

Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir

(Drag) Kings And Queens

Identity shenanigans with a lot of queerness sprinkled in. Online designer Ladybug recognizes one of her commissions on drag king Chat Noir and they become friends, not knowing that they are dating in real life. They are also both trans and closed, thus living triple lives with each other.

2024, 6 chapters, 17.6K words, complete

Princes Are Always Just Out of Reach

Sanders Sides/Miraculous crossover! Roman's boyfriend Virgil is akumatized. Remus battles him alongside Ladybug as Chat Noir. Also, coming out and identity reveals.

2020, 1 chapter (oneshot), 10K words, complete

Some Real Important Thing

Gabriel knows he's dying and decides to tell Adrien everything. Adrien does not take it well.

2024, 1 chapter (oneshot), 3.4K words, complete

Naruto

Dreaming Is a Universal Language

Gaara relearns how to sleep.

2019, 1 chapter (oneshot), 3K words, complete

Thought That Cupid Shot Me With Love But It Was Only An Aro

Soulmate AU written for aromantic writing month. Sai and Ino are soulmates but don't realize it, partially due to Sai's disinterest in being in a romantic relationship.

2021, 1 chapter (oneshot), 10K words, complete.

Pokémon

Gender's a Spectacle

S&M! Kukui's class asks about Pokémon's gender.

2021-2022, 1 chapter (oneshot) 4K words, complete

Heels On the Limonium

Trans Nurse Joy drabble.

2021, 1 chapter (oneshot), <1K words, complete.

Island Visitors

Pokémon Anime/TMNT 2012 crossover. The turtles end up on Iron Island.

2018, 1 chapter (oneshot), 3.5K words, complete.

Immortality Is Hard On the Mind

Submas, B&W, PLA, Conquest, S&M, X&Y! Immortal Volo befriends the twins and Elesa in modern day but gets into some trouble when Ingo is sucked back in time.

2023, 15 chapters, 53K words, complete.

Masking and Related Stories

Submas, PLA, B&W! Hisuian Zoroark Ingo fic. Ingo masters his illusionary abilities and disguises himself as a human to return to his normal life. Main fic and spin-off are complete, may get additions later.

2023-2024, series, 150K words, complete.

Silence Was His Savior

Takes place immediately after the last chapter of the abandoned fic The Guardian's Dragons. Ash refuses to tell Oak what happened to his friend Bill.

2022, 1 chapter (oneshot), >3K words, complete

Sycamore

X&Y! Professor Sycamore's Pokemon Journey. I tried posting an incomplete fic to see if it would motivate me to write more but it did not and I never finished posting what I did have written so it may get updates eventually.

2017, hiatus

The Normal Amount of Pain Is None

Submas! Ingo deals with chronic pain after returning to Unova.

2024, 1 chapter (oneshot), 2K, complete.

Vines

OC fic/writing challenge. The beginning of Blake's Pokemon journey.

2018, 15 chapters, 32.8K words, complete

Puss In Boots

We Are Not Star-Crossed

Soulmate AU. Puss uses his wish to ensure everyone finds their loved ones like he has.

2021, 1 chapter (oneshot), 3.2K words, complete

Sanders Sides

Five Old Men Sitting On A Bench (Not Now, Not Ever. Ever Again)

Elderly DLMAP! Thomas is dying and Deceit wants to make amends with the other sides before its too late.

2020, 1 chapter (oneshot), 12.4K words, complete

Like The Pictures On Our Socials, Faking What We Show

High school AU. Fake dating gay Roman/trans aroace Virgil to protect them both from getting outed.

2021, 1 chapter (oneshot), 12.5K words, complete.

Manifestation

Orange side theory fic based on an Asides episode I now can't find the title for.

2021, 1 chapter (oneshot), >1K words, complete.

Nightmare Before Sunset

Sanders Sides/Warriors crossover. Many generations after the era of Firestar, the Four's prophecy comes back and a new group of cats gains the power to save the clans.

2019-2020, 20 chapters, 100K words, complete

Oblique

Written for aromantic writing month. An ace Roman and an aro Remus feel broken enough that they try to recombine into the king, distressing their partners and the other sides.

2021, 3 chapters, 11.4K words, complete

Princes Are Always Just Out of Reach

Sanders Sides/Miraculous crossover! Roman's boyfriend Virgil is akumatized. Remus battles him alongside Ladybug as Chat Noir. Also, coming out and identity reveals.

2020, 1 chapter (oneshot), 10K, complete.

Snake In the Grass

Rikki Tikki Tavi AU! Snake Janus is betrayed by cat Virgil.

2020, 1 chapter (oneshot), 7K words, complete.

Stolen From the Violet

Puff the Magic Dragon AU! Sorcerer Virgil is cursed into a dragon and falls in love with human prince Roman.

2020, 8 chapters, 22.4K words, complete.

Voiceless

Ben 10 Omniverse/Sanders Sides crossover. Roman and Remus are Osmosians (Omniverse definition: human mutants) with the power to see visions of something they don't yet understand. Logan, Virgil, Deceit, and Patton are aliens who attend the Plumber Academy with Rook and Scout.

2020-Present, (estimated) 30 chapters, in-progress/hiatus.

When Everything Goes Wrong: Sanders Sides Edition

Sanders Sides incorrect quotes.

2020-2022, 120 chapters, 75K words, complete

Why Don’t You Play Me One Of Your Songs?

Sanders Sides/BoJack Horsemen Valentines Day fic. Logan professes his love for Patton through song.

2021, 1 chapter (oneshot), 1.4K words, complete.

Words

Drabble series about Deceit, words, and feelings.

2020, 10 chapters, 8.2K words, complete.

Spirited

A Symptom of Our Relationship

Request. Roberto has some insecurities about his relationship with Clint.

2022, 1 chapter (oneshot), 1.7K words, complete

Beautiful In A Moment

Clint recalls how he fell in love with Kimberly and Roberto.

2022, 1 chapter (oneshot), 2.3K words, complete

Burn the Body that Isn't Mine

Trans AU! Clint reflects on his transness after dying.

2022, 1 chapter (oneshot), 6K words, complete

Clint & Ghost Oneshots

Three related oneshots where Clint bonds with each of the ghosts.

2022, 3 oneshots, 2.4K words, complete

Do I Even Know My Own Name?

Request. Kimberly knows about Scrooge.

2022, 1 chapter (oneshot), 900 words, complete

Grocery Run? More Like Grocery Pun

Request. Clint bothers Roberto while shopping with flirty grocery puns.

2022, 1 chapter (oneshot), 2K words, complete

Hematite Stones

Request. Clint wants to give a gift to Roberto but isn't sure how.

2022, 1 chapter (oneshot), 2K words, complete

Mix Up

Clint and Carrie don't understand the casting choice for GP Future and GP Past.

2022, 1 chapter (oneshot), 2.2K words, complete

Then To Finish, We'll Snuggle

Clint shows Roberto Elf.

2022, 1 chapter (oneshot), 1.4K words, complete

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Four Corners of the Earth - Series

The turtles are separated as children and end up in very different parts of the world, forming new families there.

Original fic (complete), prequel oneshots (abandoned), sequel (abandoned)

2018, series, 140K, abandoned

Funeral Fight

Request. Chompy Picasso, Ice Cream Kitty, and Dr. Cluckingsworth MD get into some trouble at Splinter's funeral.

2018, 1 chapter (oneshot), 6K words, complete

Island Visitors

Pokémon Anime/TMNT 2012 crossover. The turtles end up on Iron Island.

2018, 1 chapter (oneshot), 3.5K words, complete.

The Adventure Zone

Guy Stuff

Angus has some trouble with his binder. Magnus, Taako, and Merle help him thanks to faded memories of Barry Bluejeans.

2022, 2 chapters, 4.6K words, complete.

To Touch Each and Every Life

The Adventure Zone/ Ben 10 Omniverse crossover. How the Day of Story and Song affected the Ben 10 universe.

2022, 5 chapters, 7.3K words, complete.

Warriors

Broken Nature

At birth, two of Yellowfang's kits died and went to StarClan. Or so she thought. Instead, Brokenkit grows up sharing a body with his two sisters' spirits.

2019, 20 chapters, 71K words, complete.

Chasing Stars

Jayfeather is reincarnated time and time again. He is tired of it.

2020, 1 chapter (oneshot), 5K words, complete

Falling Feathers

Jayfeather knows he's going to die. He tries to make amends with his father before its too late.

2019, 15 chapters, 30K words, complete.

Nightmare Before Sunset

Sanders Sides/Warriors crossover. Many generations after the era of Firestar, the Four's prophecy comes back and a new group of cats gains the power to save the clans.

2019-2020, 20 chapters, 100K words, complete

The Ancient Spirits / The Ancient Tribes

The three regain their lost powers and learn about catkind's history.

2018-2019, 80 chapters, 125K words, complete.

The New Horizon

The clans discover the three's powers and drive them out of the clan, forcing the three to find a new home and leaving the clans to face the Dark Forest alone. Some intention of continuation but has an ending. Crossposted onto Ao3.

2020-2021, 20 chapters, 60K words, complete.

[forever-rogue]

Hey honey thank you for writing for Eddie! Can I request a drabble?

Eddie and the reader she's blind he is super protective, since they day they met. They are in a relationship and they are having a day together in his trailer or the lake. She is playing with his hair softly and he tells her he is totally in love with her since the day he saw her. They kiss and she whispers against his lips.. "Why do you love me?" He smiles and says "Because you are the only person that sees real me"

I been dreaming about this for the longest time... 🥺 Let me know what you think ❤️

AN | I had a lot of inspo and a lot of softness for this, so I hope you all enjoy! Is there anything better than Eddie and softness? 🥰

Warnings | None

Pairing | Eddie x (blind)Fem!Reader 

Word Count | 2k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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He grumbled under his breath, a string of incoherent syllables and halfhearted curses, as he tramped back to his locker. He thought he’d grabbed everything he needed for that stupid tutoring session he was required to go, but apparently hadn’t remember his notebook or textbook. A waste of time, he thought to himself, but at the same time, he was determined to finally graduate. This was his year. So if he had to do some dumb extra stuff, he was going to do it. Even if he did complain the whole time.

But before he could go back to the library, he heard something that piqued his interest. The sound of soft piano music flooded the hallway around the band room and stopped him dead in his tracks. He poked his head into the room and took a quick look and saw you sitting at the aging piano. Your back was to him and he wondered if you’d heard him; if you did, you gave no indication. 

He listened for a few bars before you sighed heavily and slammed your fingers down on the keys. He completely understood frustration when it came to music and didn’t blame you. He hadn’t recognized the piece you were playing and wondered if you’d composed it. Unable to stop himself, he came closer, “not sure what comes next?”

You startled slightly at the bench before slowly turning around to face him. Eddie didn't know what to expect when turned around but he was…pleasantly surprised. You had a pretty face, one of the prettiest he’d seen if he was being honest, but he hadn’t expected you to be…so…well, blind. 

The corner of your mouth tugged up into a small smile as you relaxed. You closed the lid of the piano before shrugging your shoulders, “you could say that. It’s something I’ve been working on for a while but I just can’t figure out how to end it. That’s always the worst part for me. Do you play?”

“Not piano,” he admitted with a small laugh as he stepped closer, unsure of exactly what to say or do, his nerves getting the better of him, “guitar. I’m in a band actually -  we do some covers but a lot of original stuff and sometimes it sucks to come up with transitions.”

“Oh yeah, you totally understand,” you slowly stood up before taking a few steps closer to him, holding out your hand confidently towards him. He hesitated for just a moment before taking your hand in his and giving it a light squeeze. You couldn’t help but laugh, “limp fish! You can shake my hand harder, I’m blind, I don’t bite.”

“Oh, I-ugh, I’m-”

“You don’t have to pretend not to have noticed,” you promised softly, “it’s hard not to. I guess I’ll get some of the typical questions out of the way. I know…you probably wouldn’t pry, but I’d be curious too if it was the other way around. I wasn’t born blind, there was an accident a few years ago and it didn’t end well for me and I lost my vision, which is always why my eyes look like this and not what you’d normally expect of a blind person. Yes, my hearing has improved, but no it’s not super hero status. I can get around on my own well once I’ve mentally mapped out a place, but sometimes a cane can help. I’ve already spent plenty of time feeling sorry for myself and I’ve gotten over that. I’m still a normal average person. And yes, I’m a senior and I’m new here.”

“Wow,” he couldn’t help but laugh, the beaming smile on your face letting him know that he hadn’t overstepped any boundaries. You gave him a small little mock bow before laughing too, “that was impressive. And I think that definitely answers all of the burning questions for now. I’m Eddie, by the way. Eddie Munson.”

“Eddie,” you repeated, smiling to yourself at the name. You liked it, you liked the sound of his voice. You were pretty sure he was handsome, but you definitely knew that he was kind. You gave him yourself, and listened to him repeat, which sent a pleasant shiver down your spine, “it’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s-”

“Munson!” he heard the shout of his name from down the hall and groaned. He’d completely forgotten about the fact that he was in the middle of a tutoring session. 

“Fuck,” you laughed lightly at the exasperated tone in his voice, “I forgot about that. Tutoring. I gotta go before she kills me. I…it was nice to meet you. I hope I see you around. Wait - no, I didn’t-”

“Relax,” you reached over and gave his arm a gentle squeeze, “I know what you meant. I hope I get to see you around too, Eddie Munson.”

He murmured a few last goodbyes before he ran out of the room and you could hear his sneakers squeaking on the floor. Despite the annoyance of having to stay after school and do work, he was…exhilarated. He hadn’t met someone that fascinated him as much as you in a long time if ever. He was ready to make any excuse to see you again. 

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“What color is your hair?” your question came along with the soft chirping of the spring birds as the two of you laid next to each other in the soft, fresh grass of the meadow that he’d stumbled upon. It had been a secret place for him for a long time; you were the first person that he’d brought here. He rolled onto his side and studied you intently as you played with a soft wildflower that you’d picked, “I think it’s brown. But like…a soft brown that gets lighter in the summer and darker in the winter. And curly, but not too curly. Am I…am I right?”

“Yes,” he let out a surprised little breath as he watched your smile grow, “you’re right.”

“Brown eyes?”

“Brown eyes.”

“I like brown eyes,” you sighed contently, “I think they’re underrated. No wonder you’ve got them…you’re underrated too.”

“And just how am I underrated?” he shuffled closer to you, leaving little distance between your bodies, “I did tell you early on that I’m the town freak and by associating with me you’ve doomed your entire societal status. If you know, the opinion of a bunch of lint lickers matters to you.”

“People think I’m a freak too,” you reminded him with a laugh, “I don’t know if its intentional but a lot of time people still just…they try to beat around the fact that I’m blind and that just makes it worse. I’m still a person, still the same as I’ve always been. But you, Eddie Munson, are a kind, wonderful soul that people are missing out on. If only people took the time to get to know the real you…they’d be hooked too. But in some ways, I’m glad they don’t.”

“And why is that?”

“That means I - we - the people that do matter - get you all to ourselves,” you explained as though it was the most obvious thing in the world, “that’s a good thing for us. The rest of them could never be deserving of you.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere,” for a moment he was glad you couldn’t see him, couldn’t see the warm, pink flush that colored his cheeks as he tried to still his racing heart. 

“Flattery will get me everywhere,” you cheekily stuck out your tongue at him, “can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“May I…can I touch your face?” you felt shy asking, turning your face away so you hopefully wouldn’t give away all of your emotions. Eddie Munson had been a startling surprise in your life, but he’d wormed his way into your heart effortlessly and easily. 

Instead of saying anything, Eddie gently reached for your hand, his rough, calloused fingertips a sharp contrast to your own. He liked your softness, your gentleness. He brought your hand to his face, setting it on his cheek. He watched your smile grow as you slowly traced your fingertips over his skin, mapping out each little detail to commit to memory. You stopped when you reached his lips, letting your fingers dance around them. You didn’t often miss getting to see, having made your peace with your circumstances a long time ago. But for once, you did wish you could look upon Eddie and see him as he really was. You were sure that the image you conjured up was nowhere near the real thing, but even if it was close, you were sure he was beautiful.

“Well?” he whispered after a few moments of silence, “as bad as you thought?”

“You’re beautiful, Eddie Munson,” you promised, ready to pull your hand back, but he quickly stopped you, his fingers delicately wrapping around your wrist. You made a small sound of surprise as he pressed a kiss to the back of your hand, “Eddie?”

“I…you’re beautiful too,” he whispered gently, almost as if he was too shy for you to fully hear it. The way your face lit up with happiness was enough to make his heart almost stop, “can I kiss you?”

“Yes,” you nodded softly, “please.”

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You sat next to Eddie, your knees touching as you both munched down some s’mores he had made. The day was slowly bleeding into night, the shimmering water of Lover’s Lake making it much cooler than anywhere else. It had been a hot summer day and you’d decided that a dip in the lake was much needed. You felt him gently take your jaw in his hand, turning your face towards as he dragged his thumb along your bottom lip, “you had little something there, sugar.”

“Did I?” you teased, “or are you just looking for an excuse to touch me?”

“Do I even need an excuse?”

“Nope,” you moved towards him and he quickly took the hint and pulled you into his lap. His hands found purchase on your hips as you put yours on his shoulders and leaned in to kiss him. It was a sweet, slow thing, and when you pulled back you nudged his nose with yours. You could feel him smiling against your lips, a small sigh escaping him when you played with a few locks of long waves. You could feel his heart beating rapidly under the palm of your hand that was resting on his chest, and his breathing was stunted, “Eds? What’s wrong?”

“I think I love you,” he stammered it out before he could think about it and stop himself. He heard you inhale softly before a small sound of surprise reached his ears.

“You think?” you were laughing, the sound going straight to his heart.

“I know,” he corrected as you took his face in your hands, brushing your thumbs over the apples of his cheeks. He could see the corners of your mouth ticking up as you placed a kiss on each cheek, “I know I love you.”

“I know I love you,” Eddie’s hands delicately wrapped around your wrists before he brought your hands to his mouth as he lightly kissed them, “beautiful boy. I just…I’m surprised. Not in a bad way, but why would you love me? You could have anyone…”

He chased away whatever other doubts you had by gently pressing his lips to yours, “you are the only one that sees the real me.”

“I finished that piece, you know,” you admitted almost breathlessly, blurting it out, both excited and nervous to tell him, “that I was playing when you found me.”

“You finally found what you needed,” he loved listening to you play, just as much as you loved listening to him play his guitar, “what were you missing?”

“You,” the simple answer made him inhale sharply, “I guess all I needed was you.”

“Will you play it?” he whispered softly as you grinned at him, “for me?”

“Of course,” your heart was practically ready to burst with happiness as he almost crushed you to his chest, causing you to giggle wildly, “Eddie! You’re too much!”

“But I’m your too much,” he promised with a kiss, “sugar.”

“Yeah, Eds,” you grinned lightly, “you are. I hope I’m yours too.”

“Definitely.”

[itsmehemma]

kent who didn't know that you were a siren till the poe cup.

“ 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐬 “

𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙆𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨/𝙤 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙣.

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗞𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘅 𝗦𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗻! 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗳𝗲𝗺! 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗱, 𝗮𝗻𝘅𝗶𝗲𝘁𝘆 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗸, 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗲! 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿, 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗱 :)

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: my first drabble/blurb here on tumblr! this is female implied, specify in the future if you want any male or gn readers! also, if you’re interested in Demon Slayer, follow me on Wattpad, I’m currently writing an oc backstory in the Demon Slayer universe! Wattpad user: _sleepy-head_

You bounced your leg up and down, nervous about the events that were going to unfold that day.

It was the day of the Poe Cup finale, and you were here, in your dorm, getting ready with your dorm mates, Divina and Bianca.

Bianca noticed your nervousness from where she was sitting, carefully doing her makeup in front of her mirror.

“y/n? Are you alright?”

Your roommates voice snapped you out of your daze. Divina raised her head, interested by the commotion.

“Oh yeah. Fine.” You blinked rapidly, and stood up.

Your short, white streaked hair was pulled back in a ponytail, golden glittery eyeshadow was displayed on your eyelids. Bianca had insisted on you wearing fake pearls, so they were situated at the outermost corner of your eyes.

You began to pace back and forth, causing your friends to worry more.

“Are you sure? You seem nervous. If you’re starting to have second thoughts, we can reconsider the plan entirely.” Divina suggested, taking in your worrisome state.

“No, no. It’s totally fine. I just haven’t done this in a while.”

You were a siren, but not many people knew that. You were quiet, and hated singing. Your amulet was hidden in your pocket, preventing the use of your Siren Song. You never went near water, meaning nobody could ever see your fins or tail.

You hated going into the water. It reminded you of when you were younger, when your mother would get angry at you for not being able to use your tail properly in the water. It wasn’t your fault, you were only a child, but your mother thought otherwise.

Nevermore was your safe space, far away from water, and far away from your parents. It was almost perfect. Almost. But here you were, waiting to get into the lake to sabotage the other competitors boats.

As the time neared, you began to get more and more nervous, your leg bouncing up and down, and you felt a familiar tightness in your chest.

This cannot be happening right now. You thought, glancing at your image in your vanity mirror. I cannot be panicking right now.

You tried your best to inhale, and to calm yourself. It worked, temporarily. But just like that, it was time to meet up with the rest of the Golden Bugs for the Poe Cup finale.

Divina linked her arm with yours, for reassurance. You smiled back at her, the butterflies in your stomach slowly dying off.

You followed Bianca to the lake, where the Nevermore staff and students were beginning to gather. Principal Weems was setting up her microphone stand with the help of Ms. Thornhill. She nodded at your group as you approached the canoe.

It was a beautiful, sunny day. The green forest was lush and full of life. The water was murky, with fish swimming around and seaweed moving alongside the current. It was a calming sight for others, but not for you. This was a reminder of what was to come.

Divina helped you board the canoe, and she handed you your oar.

“You’ll be fine, y/n. I promise. There’s no reason to worry.” Divina must’ve picked up on your nervousness.

“Yeah, I know. It’s something else that’s bothering me actually…” You replied, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

Divina’s eyes widened.

“Is this about Kent?”

You nodded, chewing on your bottom lip anxiously.

“Listen,” Divina reassured. “Even if he doesn’t know that you’re a siren, I doubt he’ll care. He’s been dating you.. for how long? Two months? He loves you either way.”

“Yeah,” Bianca added in. “He might be a little shocked, but you know Kent. He hardly gets mad. And who cares if he doesn’t know about this new addition to the plan? You’re going to do great, I promise.”

You felt tears forming, but quickly wiped them away. You absolutely loved your friends.

“Thanks you guys. I.. I’ll try.”

“Good.” Divina smiled. “And if Kent complains, I promise you I’ll beat his ass for you.”

The rest of teams began to come in, boarding their canoes and whispering over their plans. Students and staff members began to trickle in, dressed in their team colors. Students were bickering excitedly along the shore.

You clutched your oar, examining the other teams. You spotted those from Ophelia Hall, dressed in cat suits. Enid glanced your way, followed by a glare from Wednesday. You turned back, focusing on the water all around you.

The next few moments were a blur.

The race had started, and the Gold Bugs were in the lead, as per usual. You spotted Kent on the hidden dock as you rowed.

He gave you a smile and a nod as he unbuttoned his shirt and jumped into the water. You began to stand, your legs shaking.

“y/n! Steady! Again, good luck!” Bianca shouted over the commotion, as one of the other teams began to cry out as their canoe fell apart.

You dropped your oar and jumped into the water, a cold rush enveloping your body. Your legs turned into a tail, and you felt yourself breathing normally again.

Remember the plan: tip over Ophelia Halls’ canoe. Your thoughts raced as you swam through the murky water. You hated that your vision was limited in this pool of aquatic plants and mud. It made you shiver at the thought of ever falling into the water without fins.

As you approached the canoe, you felt your hands shake. What if you got stuck under the canoe, or what if you tipped over the wrong canoe? You felt your chest tightening, and your breaths began to come in and leave quicker.

This cannot be happening. Not now.

You tried to steady yourself and breathe, trying to make your way towards Ophelia Halls canoe. You saw Kent there, pushing along the side of the canoe. His eyes widened as they landed on you.

You felt your heart drop to your stomach. You tried to inhale, but then you realized, you couldn’t.

You glanced down, and realized that in your anxious state, your tail had disappeared. You were drowning.

You swam upwards, breaking the surface and gasping for air. Ophelia Halls canoe had continued on, meaning that Kent had failed. You shivered, and swam under, using every ounce of energy you could spare into gaining your tail back.

You swam towards the canoe, and began to claw at the bottom of it, weakening the wood underneath. You willed the water to push the canoe back, and you shoved your entire body against it.

The girls aboard the canoe exclaimed loudly, trying to hit you with their oars. Once you had pushed them off course, you swam towards your canoe. You broke the surface, and you felt arms lift you up. Divina and Bianca hauled you up onto the canoe, handing you your oar and congratulating you.

Their cheer was short lived, as the Gold Bugs had lost the Poe Cup to Ophelia Hall. At the time of the celebration, you sat with Divina, who was scolding Kent, who had a newly bruised eye, and Bianca, who was rolling her eyes, angry.

Kent looked hurt, and it wasn’t about Divina yelling at how he had cost them the race.

He was staring at you, his green blue eyes bearing into you. You smoothed your skirt and stood up from the picnic table.

“I’m going to my dorm.” You excused yourself and walked away.

You hadn’t noticed Kent had followed you, and you only noticed when he pulled you by your arm.

“Hey, what was that all about?” He asked, gently letting go of your arm.

“What do you mean?” You looked down at your shoes, crossing your arms against your chest.

Kent sighed. “Why didn’t you tell me you were a siren? Do you not trust me enough?”

You glanced up at him. He had a hurt expression on his face, and his hands were in his pockets, something he did when he was anxious.

“It’s fine if you don’t want me to know, I understand. I’m just hurt. If you had told me I would’ve helped you during the Poe Cup.”

You began to fidget with your fingers.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s just that..”

“Just what?”

“I’m not a very good siren. My mother would pressure me into being better, but I could never meet her expectations. I’m not even full siren. My father is a normie. She resents him. I guess that’s why I don’t put much effort into what I do, and why I’m a bit afraid of swimming in murky water..”

Kent didn’t reply for a few seconds, leading you to worry.

“Forget what I just said.” You felt anxious, again, and decided it would be best to hunker down in your dorm for the rest of the day.

Before you could walk away, Kent pulled you into a warm embrace, wrapping his arms around you.

“Hey, y/n, it’s alright. You should’ve told be earlier. I could’ve helped you. It’s okay, I’m not mad at you. I could never be.”

You hugged him tightly, burying your face into the crook of his neck, letting yours tears slip down your face.

You both stood there, in front of your dorm, holding one another.

You finally felt at home.

[alucarddear]

Hunting Hares (Alucard fic)

A village woman’s scent entices Alucard.

Note: Hope you enjoy this drabble. Do send me prompts, requests, what have you. A girl needs to practice writing.

Alucard finds himself treading through the woods at daybreak again, across a hill—or was it two?—back to when he first glimpsed her a fortnight ago. His body knows where to go, almost as if he’s always belonged there—to this little village with this little woman who bothers him so.

But she’s not his, no.

Not yet, his mind tells him. Lonely fool.

He’d wonder why he cannot help himself, cannot fight the pull, if he could just stop picturing her throat, bared for him, and him only.

Ever since he first saw her innocently fishing in the lake at dawn, he’d been inexplicably enchanted.

He’d never met a human being so enticing to his senses before. He wonders if her beauty had caught the interest of the human in him or if he simply is a monster after all, doing as monsters do.

Well, to find out.

He silently lands next to a willow tree, just a couple steps behind her, and pretends he’d been there before her. He clears his throat and the fair lady startles like a prey caught in its trap, jostling her makeshift fishing line. She looks in his general direction, searching, none too pleased.

“Apologies,” he says, stepping into the light, making himself visible to her. She looks at him with apprehension, so he clears his throat and tries again. “I was…” What, it’s dawn, what normal human activity could I?—

His pause is too long, he realises, and she has stopped fishing. He sees her hand reach for something behind her—a weapon, is it?—and he realises he’d frightened her.

“I will leave,” he says quickly, raising both hands in surrender, even slowly stepping back a little. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I don’t mean you any harm.”

She relaxes a little, but doesn’t completely let go of whatever she is hiding behind her.

She’s vigilant, he thinks. Good.

“You were here before me,” she states, as if that gave him the right to creep. “So you can stay.”

No, I wasn’t. But I can make believe. He nods.

“I tend to fish at dawn,” she says. An unlikely hour for night creatures and humans alike, he notes. “But what are you doing here at this time?” she raises a brow at him.

Your scent. It was bothering me, he wants to say, but he smiles stiffly instead and makes his way forward. “Why, hunting hares.”