#this is the rair pair i will go down with!

[brrypiiix]

Hi I'm new to your blog and love the rair pairs you post. I was wondering do you have any headcannons for clay and trollex?

Oh my god ABSOLUTELY

You asking for my headcannons of Claylex is like asking someone to go on about a hyperfixation they LIVE for so THANK YOU

I will GLADLY DO SO

I have so many so here’s the basic portion of some that I have

💙Claylex💚 Headcannons

“Just friends” stage

Trollex fell first. He visited Trollstopia a good while after TBT and saw him firsthand and bro immediately fell.

When he first went up to the group and was introduced to Brozone, his heart started visibly beating every time he glanced at Clay and it went even faster when Clay looked at him.

Clay first thought he was super cool and had high respect for Trollex since he was a king, but started to notice the special attention he was getting from him and started to become all flustered from it.

Clay is a “I dont need no man” type of troll. Before him and Trollex got together he was fully set on being a strong independent troll who didn’t need a romantic relationship, and that he should focus on his work

Man, did Trollex make that hard. He looked for him every chance he got. He tried to not be pushy about it and even tried to appear cool, but every time he heard Clay or his name he jumped up and scanned the area for him. As soon as he saw him he’s floating over to say hi

Every time Clay would see him coming over he’d get all blushy, but try to play it friendly the whole time

Clay finds it absolutely adorable seeing Trollex trying to gift him things and send him compliments

The first rave Clay finally said yes to, they absolutely destroyed the dance floor together. Trollex tried to stay up in the booth, but as soon as he saw Clay dancing he had to be around him. So he grabbed the first techno troll to dj and swam right over to dance with Clay. Let’s just say they danced like they were the only ones in the world. Eyes locked on each other, dancing around until they were locking hands and pulling the most awestruck moves for everyone to see.

Already everyone knew something was going on between them but Clay was totally in denial and continuously stating that they were just friends and will always be

All while he’s writing Trollex’s name in his work notebook while kicking his feet or biting his pencil, sighing while he’s daydreaming of him and forgetting to work

Even when Trollex has to do something else like perform for everybody, he’s sending not so lowkey messages and gifts towards Clay. Like sending a techno bubble heart straight to Clay, who is doing a terrible job hiding how folded he is

Viva is absolutely ecstatic about this and is always teasing Clay every time he tries to brush off what he and Trollex has going on

Bruce and Floyd find it so cute and are with Viva on this with Clay being in denial. Bruce teases while Floyd is just focusing on urging Clay to let Trollex in

JD and Branch are not so big of fans(I see them as protective over Clay and Floyd when it comes to relationships). JD will attempt to run Trollex off every time he sees Clay and him alone together or if he sees Trollex getting too close. Branch, on the other hand, will jump out of the bushes on Trollex like a drill sergeant and yell at him to drop and give him twenty to prove he’s good enough for his older brother.

The Confession Stage

It took so many hints from Trollex that he wanted to start a relationship, and despite Clay absolutely being head over heels for him he still is filled with some insecurities about relying on somebody only to not fill their expectations and be left(haha, trauma). So he still tries to keep it as just friends(even though deep down he really wants a relationship too). Eventually Trollex finally just stops Clay somewhere to put two hands on his shoulder and come out with “I like you. I really, really like you, Clay, and it would make me the happiest troll if you went out with me.”

I have a whole scenario of how this goes down, but through tears and so much happiness afterwards Clay finally said yes and they shared a deep kiss.

The Relationship Stage

Trollex still has to go back to the Techno Reef, since he is king.

He spends his entire free time thinking of Clay

His royal advisors have to genuinely beg him to work and promise him he will see Clay soon in order to convince him

He gets to visit Trollstopia every month(sometimes though he may be forced to wait longer than just a month to visit and that really negatively affects him and Clay)

Trollex is full puppy dog love and will follow Clay around every single time he visits. From waking up in the morning, all the way to when he’s out working on stuff for the putt putt trolls or when he’s sitting around doing taxes

Clay absolutely loves it and will give him loving kisses every time he silently asks for some

They are an absolute nuisance because even when talking to somebody or hanging out with Clay’s brothers and/or Viva and Poppy theyre always caught staring into each others eyes, sometimes Clay is casually on Trollex’s lap, or Trollex’s arm is around Clay, etc. They can not stay off each other

JD still is not a fan and will immediately split the two up if theyre getting too handsy or lovey dovey

Clay immediately fixes this by yelling at JD to back off or throws something at him

Clay and Trollex have the most romantic dates. A lot of them consist of late night spending time at the lagoon where Trollex dances passionately with Clay in the air with the water moving around them elegantly to Trollex’s control.

They still absolutely destroy the dance floor every time they dance together in public

Trollex looks for every chance to gift Clay something. He once brought Clay a bouquet of oceanic flowers that glow a beautiful sapphire blue and he told him “they reminded me of your eyes, but are kinda bland now that I see them next to you” and Clay just started laughing behind his hand at how corny that sounded, leaving Trollex blinking confused because he genuinely meant it and JD and Branch gagging in the background

Clay absolutely kept those flowers and got a vase for them

This is getting very long, I apologize for that haha. I just really really love Claylex

I have many more, but I will leave it at that. Ty so much for this ask🙏💜

[tumblingghosts]

#me with sejanus plinth x felix ravinstill

omg i have never heard of or considered this. what inspired those two together and do you have any little thoughts to share?

re: rair pairs reblog

sure! it was actually inspired by your post on felix/festus lore, specifically these bits:

Felix truly believed that Festus loved him the way he loved Festus- and would be willing to give up whatever he had to in order to be with him. He was wrong and left feeling completely stupid and used.

Festus really believed that at some point Felix would grow up and let go of his fantasy of the two of them being a legitimate couple

so it got me thinking about post-break-up felix -

felix was willing to give up his power and family for festus, and it hurts that festus wasn't willing to do the same. he quickly goes from hurt to anger (trying to cover his pain) and opts for a plan to get back at festus in a "i never needed you anyway" sort of way by dating someone else too

if festus is leaving him for persephone, then felix can just date someone else. that'll show him! and who better to choose to drive home the point than the resident district-born, sejanus plinth?

seeing them together does actually bother festus, but he's not stupid. so festus ends up confronting felix about 'faking-dating sejanus to stick it to him'. felix denies it (even though that's exactly what he's doing) and stubbornly doubles down on being all friendly with sejanus.

headcanon: felix doesn't really have a close relationship with his family (dead parents, isn't close with his cousins, distant relationship with his great-uncle) and not many close friends (most of his friends are from the social circle he grew up with, and the only person he was very close friends(-to-lovers) with was festus. which, yeah...)

anyway - sejanus, whose "kindest" friend up to that point is coriolanus, is honestly just happy that someone else is being nice to him, and overcompensates with the affection (e.g. enthusiastic greetings, offering ma's treats as gifts, hugs, etc.). felix isn't used to people being that nice without any expectations. eventually, he starts to loosen up around sejanus. he can afford to be a bit vulnerable - after all, who is sejanus going to tell, being a social outcast?

felix doesn't plan on getting attached. but after spending significant amounts of time together and growing to enjoying his company, felix catches feelings. womp womp.

(felix definitely has an 'oh. oh. oh NO.' moment)

it's a wholesome relationship, right up until sejanus learns that felix had only approached him as a means to get back at festus (angst angst angst). i like to think that they do eventually talk and work it out because felix fumbling the relationship would be too sad.

i might write a fic about them eventually, but it's several layers down the headcanon rabbit hole, and writing out that much backstory in fic form is a bit daunting...

anyway! those are my ravinplinth thoughts :D

thanks for the ask!

[lucky-bishop]

✨ Fic Writing Review 2023 ✨

Thank you for the tags @rosieposiepuddingnpie and @thotpuppy! I still had a few works in progress that I knew (or at least desperately hoped, lol) would be posted in 2023, but now I can safely say I'm done posting for the year (though I have things raring to go for early 2024) and wanted to share my year in review!

Words and Fics

230,669 words posted across 32 fics

One fandom represented: y'all already KNOW it's Teen Wolf!

Earliest Drop: Doctor's Orders (Steter, Explicit, 2,529 words) on 1/5/2023

Most Recent Drop: Creature of the Night (Stackson, Mature, 7,529 words) on 12/29/2023

Longest Fic: Pretty Good Bad Idea (Steter, Explicit, 28,502 words)

Shortest Fic: Werewolf Healing (Teen+, 1,090 words)

Overall, this makes me super happy! My writing goal for 2023 was 200k words, and I made it with over 30k to spare! I also met my goal of posting at least once per month (although in the summer it was mostly just the biweekly updates for Pretty Good Bad Idea).

Top Fics by Kudos

The Empty-Nester Alpha (Steter, Explicit, 16,306 words)

Pretty Good Bad Idea (Steter, Explicit, 28,502 words)

Lips are for Biting (Stetopher, Explicit, 2,436 words)

Down to the Marrow (Steter, Explicit, 23,206 words)

A Long History (Steter, Explicit, 11,528 words)

Hm. I wonder what my most popular pairing and rating are 😂

My fandom fic events in 2023

The Empty-Nester Alpha (Steter, Explicit, 16,306 words) for the 2023 Steter Valentine's Exchange

Burnin' Up for You, Baby (Starrish, Teen+, 5,765 words) for the Stiles Rair Pair Valentine's Day Event

Promises, Promises (Mature, 2,789 words) | The Witch in the Woods (Explicit, 7,044 words) | What Spring Will Bring (Mature, 1,701 words) | Breaking Bonds (Teen+, 4,354 words) | Born to Run (Mature, 3,419 words) | Touch Me, Fix Me (Explicit, 5,497 words) for Deter Week 2023 (which I will be running for 2024! Details coming soon!)

I'm Sorry (like a pipe through the gut) (Petopher, Teen+, 1,675 words) for the May 2023 Petopher Event

A Ways to Go (Stackson, Mature, 10,537 words) for the Stackson Reverse Bang

Welcome Home (Stetopher, Teen+, 1,113 words) | Good Morning (Stargent, Explicit, 1,489 words) | The Best Gift (Starrish, Teen+, 1,999 words) for the Stiles Shipping Central Ficlet Exchange

Down to the Marrow (Steter, Explicit, 23,206 words) | sweeter than honey (Steter, Teen+, 1,909 words) for the 2023 Steter Bang

As We Know It (Stetopher, Mature, 17,063 words) for Fandom Trumps Hate

A Creature of Habit (Steter, Mature, 20,918 words) for Steter Secret Santa 2023

Hey Batter, Batter, Swing! (Steterson, Explicit, 5,209 words) | Creature of the Night (Stackson, Mature, 7,595 words) for the Teen Wolf Holiday Fest

Last year I said I wasn't going to sign up for so many events this year. As you can see, I lost control of my life.

Upcoming Events and Projects for 2024

Oh man! A ton of events, again, lol. I will probably sign up for at least one Valentine's Day event, like I mentioned above I'll be running @deterweek 2024, I'll be down for the Steter Bang and Steter Secret Santa again, and hopefully several months of the Stiles Shipping Central Exchange.

As for projects, also a ton. I can never just be working on one thing at once, lol. I currently have eight requests in my queue, one of which is going to be ready by early January. I have thirty-nine existing idea docs/WIPs for Teen Wolf (including that one request). Which is fucking insane of me. Actually. But for a short list of things that should be (or hopefully will be) coming in early 2024 are:

Possessive Peter Steterek

Stiles gets bit by a grindr hookup (Steter)

Lorde-inspired Stargent painting fic

Alpha form Peter/Stiles monsterfucking in the woods

Outside of Teen Wolf I have a Stranger Things and a few WWDITS idea docs/WIPs that I'd love to work on, but I just don't know if it'll happen. We'll see! Cheers to 2024! That's a wrap! Phew, thank you if you read even half of this, let alone all of it.

Rules & Tags below the cut!

Rules: Feel free to show whatever stats you have. Only want to show Ao3 stats? Rock on. Want to include some quantitative info instead of stats? Please do this. Want to change how yours is presented? Absolutely do that. Would rather eat glass than do this? Please don’t eat glass but don’t feel like you have to do this either.

Tags: Anyone who sees this and hasn't done it and would like to! I know I am very late to the game, haha, but I love seeing stuff like this.

[indigowallbreaker]

caspar x hubert for the mermay rair pair prompts with “I’m not cute. End of story.” from the soft prompts list?

We're not going to talk about how long I spent figuring out the town name. First official MerMay prompt!! Hurray!

(Taking MerMay Rarepair prompts until the end of May!)

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The port town of Nixe was bustling that afternoon. Hubert kept a tight hold on his shoulder bag as he wove through the streets, making a beeline for the opposite end of town. At the main road, Hubert had to stop as a trio of carriages, pulled by ambling oxen, made their way down to the docks.

A group of young women stopped beside Hubert. Their whispers and giggles, along with the pace of the oxen, only served to make his irritation rise.

"You saw the merman last night?!" Shrieked one woman.

"Yes! By my aunt's boat! He's so much cuter than the stories say."

"Oh I'd love to see him for myself one day. I heard he has a scar on his tail? The poor thing!"

Hubert's irritation evaporated as the woman continued talking about the merman. By the time the carriages had passed, he had on a smirk and walked off with renewed vigor.

On the far side of Nixe, a steep incline lead to a waterlogged cave, shallow in some places and waist deep in others. It was here that Hubert removed his boots and cloak and dangled his legs in the water. He had only a few moments to appreciate the soothing cool of the sea-- before someone grabbed his ankle.

"Gotcha!" Caspar yelled as he broke the surface.

The word echoed around the cave, making Hubert wince. "If that is what you say to your victims, it's no wonder I have to spread rumors about your ferocity."

Caspar laughed and let go. "I told you to stop doing that. I can scare people all on my own! Just last night I made a human girl scream."

"Hm, in terror or excitement?"

"Uh, terror? Duh? A merperson swimming up to you in the dead of night's terrifying!" Hubert chuckled. Pouting, Caspar folded his arms on the rock beside Hubert, his brown and blue tail flicking behind him. "What?"

"I don't think you will ever truly grasp human women, that's all. I heard one today describe you as "cute" and "a poor thing"."

Caspar glared up at Hubert. "I'm not cute." Hubert only laughed. "I'm not cute! End of story!" He spun his tail and splashed Hubert.

Shaking his now damp hair, Hubert held up his bag. "Keep that up and I won't let you see what I've brought."

Caspar stuck out his tongue between two fanged teeth. "What makes you think I wanna see?"

Hubert raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, fine, I'm sorry. What did you bring?"

Hubert made a show of sifting through the bag, pulling out a cloth-wrapped item, carefully pulling back each layer-- all the while ignoring Caspar's growing impatience.

"What is it?!" Caspar yelled, the sound once again bouncing off the cave walls.

At last, Hubert held out the item, which Caspar snatched immediately. "It's a charm," Hubert said of the woven bracelet Caspar now looked over eagerly.

"A charm for what?"

"It prevents lightning from striking nearby."

Caspar looked up sharply. "Lightning?"

"Yes." Hubert fastened his bag and placed it with his boots, avoiding Caspar's gaze. "I remember how you were when I visited during that storm and thought this might alleviate your fear somewhat."

"That's... wow. Thanks, Hubert."

"You're welcome." Hubert desperately hoped Caspar didn't ask where he got it. The bracelet had been difficult to charm correctly and Hubert had stood in several lightning storms to be sure he had done it right. But there was no need to explain all that.

Caspar didn't ask. In fact, Caspar didn't say anything. Hubert looked around to see Caspar struggling to put the bracelet on his own wrist using mainly his teeth.

Shaking his head fondly, Hubert leaned over and took the bracelet. "Allow me," he offered.

Caspar held out his wrist and allowed Hubert to secure the bracelet. "Thank you."

Unable to resist, Hubert leaned further down, and kissed his cheek. "You are quite welcome, Caspar."

The noises Caspar made in response only convinced Hubert that the human women were correct-- this particular merman was, in fact, cute.

[singingkestrel]

tag game (Horizon)

stolen from @foibles-fables / @finrays.

1.ride or die ship (your otp): Ereloy fics and art give me so much serotonin it's unreal.

2. most annoying ship: I don't find any ships annoying. There are some that are not for me, sure, but if people love it who am I to judge?

3. second favourite ship: Ugh, I dunno. Beta/Milu is adorable, Aloy/Ikrie is classic, Niloy can make for some very interesting reading, but I guess Hawk and Thrush makes the most sense.

4. favourite platonic relationship: It's got to be the Erend and the guys in the Vanguard. Their endless jibes and grumbling at each other are very reminiscent of some of my very best friendships. Varl and Erend's interactions are great, too, they're just so easy with one another.

5. underrated ship: I really like ships that involve minor characters - the recent rair pair roundup has been delightful for me. I long for a fic about some of the Oseram salvagers getting to know the Tenakth whose land they've invaded.

6. overrated ship: see no. 2.

7. one thing i would change in canon: Like, a lot. There were some pretty big chunks of HFW (and Burning Shores) that just didn't sit right. I don't think I can better the responses of @foibles-fables and @finrays (both of whom might be actual geniuses), but I'd settle for the returning characters (Varl, Erend, Talanah, Avad) to be treated better!

8. something canon did right: I think the Horizon series is best when it focuses on poignant storytelling over action. The way the history of the metal world slowly reveals itself at the Grave-hoard and in the Zero Dawn facility below Sunfall is hauntingly beautiful; I'd love to be able to play them for the first time again. In HFW, the quests in Dunehollow to recover POSEIDON were practically perfect, and Gildun's return in Burning Shores was the best part of the DLC by a country mile. In both these cases you get to peek into the lives of a person from the past via emotionally impactful datapoints whose recorded thoughts parallel the people you're trying to help in the present, yet it never feels too on-the-nose. Of course it helps that the people you're trying to help are some of the best realised characters in the whole game.

9. a thing i'm proud of creating for the fandom PLEASE BRAG ABOUT YOURSELF I WANT TO SEE/READ YOUR ART: Eh. Alas, I'm not artistically talented. I just take virtual photos of stuff I like. I put a lot of effort into my machine headshot series, though. If you go to @singingkestrel and search for 'headshots compilation' (or 'hfw machines') they should all come up.

10. a character who is perfect to me (wouldn't change a thing): None of the main cast were treated 100% right in HFW. I mean, there are some things that make me genuinely angry if I think about them too much. Varl dying for no good reason, Erend being turned into a bumbling oaf, Regalla being criminally underused... ugh. UGH I SAY!

But you know who is perfect?

Morlund.

I love his optimism and his determination and his intelligence and his companionable nature. He's a nerdy mad inventor and a very strong candidate for the most overtly hopeful and kind chap in game (I mean, there is also Varl. And Gildun.) and I just adore him.

11. the character i relate to the most and why: I look at the Oseram in both HZD and HFW and see myself, my friends and my home. I adore their aesthetic with all of its chunky wood and sturdy iron, I love their down to earth attitude, their culture of hard work and social drinking and affectionate insults, their adventurous wanderer spirit and inventiveness and willingness to argue about everything. Are they flawed? Sure! Like me, they're loud and blunt and often speak without thinking, thinking they know best. Unlike me (I hope), they're too dismissive of other cultures, their lack of environmental awareness is deeply concerning, and we all know 🕯The Claim🕯 is going to be a hideous hotbed of rampant sexism - one that I will gladly watch Aloy tear to pieces like a tasmanian devil with a grudge. I don't think I can pick a single Oseram character I totally relate to, though.

But I do relate to Tom Paech. As soon as I heard those broad antipodean tones swearing about wanting to inflict actual bodily harm on Ted Faro I knew I'd found the scientist I was supposed to identify with. He was hot-blooded, as he put it, whilst also revering nature, the 'miracle of life.' And him wanting to help, despite significant reservations, and then not wanting to live on once the job was done? Exactly how I think I would have reacted. Plus as a marine biologist/ecologist (assuming I'd be in any way qualified!) I'd end up working on ARTEMIS too.

12. character(-s) i hate the most and why: There are characters you are meant to hate. It's fun to have a villain. Ted Faro, Helis, the Ceo... but the hate is both intentional and enjoyable. They're good characters. If I had to pick a character I disliked where this wasn't the aim, however, I'd have to pick... hmm. I'm not sure. Amadis seemed largely pointless and annoying in HFW though. Talanah deserved better.

13. something i've learned from the fandom: Before HFW came out, I hadn't been involved in any fandom for about a decade (maybe longer, eek!) - I was a solitary creature. Coming back made me rediscover the joy of sharing my obsessions with others. Also that it doesn't matter how small your contribution is, someone will enjoy it.

14. three tags i seek out on ao3: That's between me and my ISP.

15. a song i strongly associate with my otp/favourite character: I don't, really. Bit weird, considering how much of my life involves music, and how readily my brain seems to play musical association with images. But I can't think of a single one. Sorry 😕

tagging: No pressure, but I didn't tag anyone in the last one so I thought I should do it this time. @mehoymalloy @robo-dino-puppy @meep-m33p @maybirdie @nerd-artist @astralpaint @i-lavabean @pikapeppa @banukaihelpme aaaand anyone else that wants to.

[kira-hayashi]

Zexal Week Day 5: Rarepair Hell! “How to introduce your boyfriend”

Vector took a deep breath. And then another one. And another one. God, they were nervous. Because today was the day, today they would introduce their boyfriend to their fathers. His name was Daisuke Katagiri and they were a couple for a good two months now. But till now, Vector hadn’t told their parents yet. The couple stood at the front door to the garage, Vector visible nervous.  

“Shouldn’t I be the nervous one?”, Daisuke joked a bit to try and get Vector to relax a bit.  

“Shut up”, the shorter one replied and finally opened the door and both entered the house. Jacks Wheel of Fortune and Crows Blackbird parked next to each other in the garage. Yuseis D-Wheel wasn’t there, as they had asked Yusei and Bruno to leave the house for the day. Vector looked around nervously, Crow and Jack seemed to be in the upper floors. They took their boyfriend by the hand and walked up the stair that lead to the apartment above. They carefully peaked up the upper stairs, Daisuke had to grin the entire time, finding his partners behavior very cute.  Crow stood at the kitchen unit doing the dishes, Jack wasn’t in the room that was used as living room, dining room and kitchen.  Apparently, he was in the floor above where the bedrooms were. Vector took another deep breath.

“Vector, how long do you plan to hid on the stairs? I know that you’re there. I can hear you breathing”, Crow spoke without looking up from what he was doing. That startled Vector. Slowly and carefully they peaked over the small wall that was by the stairs and looked at Crow.

“...Hello, dad”, they spoke almost sheepishly. Crow turned around to face Vector, he couldn’t see Daisuke as he was behind the wall down the stairs. Crow skeptically raised an eyebrow, since he could only see Vectors upper head from behind the small wall they were crouched behind.  

“What did you do?”, he almost asked accusingly. It wouldn’t be the first time that Vector got into trouble.  

“Um... define that” Crow didn’t miss the small blush creeping over their face. Just as the adult opened his mouth, Daisuke stepped next to Vector.

“Hello. My na-”, and he was immediately interrupted by a small screech from Vector and pushed back downstairs by them.  

“Idiot! What are you doing!?”, Vector hissed behind clenched teeth. Crows eyebrow rose a bit higher, a bit confused by the unusual behavior of his adoptive child and the stranger, but he could guess what was going on. With an amused sigh he walked over to the stairs and leaned onto the wall and looked down at the two. Vector was holding Daisukes mouth shut and their cheeks were a burning red. Crow had couldn’t help but grin and looked over to Daisuke.

“Sorry, didn’t quite catch your name. You are?”, he smiled friendly at him, who, despite Vectors protests, took their hands off himself and got up to shake Crows hand.

“I’m Daisuke Katagiri. It’s a pleasure meeting you, Sir”

“Name’s Crow Hogan, nice meeting you too. And you don’t need to be so formal. I’m not that old”, he joked a bit and the pair got off the stairs and joined Crow. Vector kept staring at the floor the entire time, which made Crow grin again.

“So, in what kind of relationship to you stand to my kid?”

“D-Daisuke is my boyfriend”, Vector replied and held Daisukes hand. Crow had to smile.

“Hold on a moment!”, came Jacks voice from the floor above and then he came jumping down the ladder that leads upstairs, “Who said something about a boyfriend?”, Jacks eyes immediately fell on Daisuke.

“Pops, this is Daisuke Katagiri, my boyfriend”, Vector introduced him.

“It’s a pleasure meeting you, Sir”, Daisuke bowed slightly but Jack wasn’t looking too amused.

“No”, he just replied.

“What do you mean no?”, Crow looked at his husband with his hands on his hips.

“Vector will not have a lover! They are too young!”, Jack declared with his arms crossed.

“They are 16”, Crow countered, “And do I need to remained you that we too were younger than them when we got together”  

“That’s different”, Jacked huffed.

“And how is that?”, Crow wasn’t happy with how much Jack was against Vector having a relationship.  

Saddened, Vector looked at the floor while his dads had a little ‘discussion’. Daisuke wrapped his arm around them and kissed their head: “Don’t worry, we can change your pops mind” After a few minutes, Jack and Crow has calmed down.

“Still, Vector will not have a relationship”, Jack was stubborn. Annoyed by this, Crow grabbed Daisuke by the collar and dragged him over to the kitchen.

“You’ll help me make dinner now”, he ordered and Daisuke just nodded. Jack frowned while Vector stared at him a bit angrily. They already knew that it would be harder to tell Jack that they had a partner, but that their pops was so much against it hurt. They went over to his dad and Daisuke, wrapped their arms around the latter and nuzzled against his back while the two cooked.  

Around 20 minutes later they all sat down at the dinner table, Crow and Jack next to each other and Daisuke and Vector on the other side, while Daisuke sat opposite from Jack. They had noodle soup for dinner. They ate in silence at first until Crow decided to break the ice.

“So, tell us, how did you two met?”

“It was around six months ago”, Daisuke began, “Vector and their friends had backstage passes for a tournament I participated in”

“Ah yes, I remember”, Crow shortly commented. Vector nodded and Daisuke continued.

“Vector and I started talking and we ended up meeting a lot of times”, he had to grin a bit, “And a few weeks ago Vector declared their love to me”

“After you said it first!”, Vector screeched with a red face. Crow had to laugh while Jack looked skeptical.

“Tournament, huh. What league?”, the blond asked. As the King of Turbo Duels, he has to know, in what league the guy is, who wants to have his Vector.

“Pro League. But I’m not a Turbo Duelist”, Daisuke replied friendly.  

Jack snorted as if that was a bad thing. Vector threw him a short, angry look and Crow wasn’t all that happy with Jacks attitude either and turned his attention back to the couple.

“Do you have an apartment or so?”, he asked and Dasiuke nodded.

“I live in an apartment but I’m saving up to buy a house someday”

“That’s a wise decision”, Crow replied.

“Wouldn’t surprise me if he still lives with his mother”, Jack scoffed and Vector frowned in anger.

“Jack! Be nice to our guest! He’s Vectors partner so be nice to him!”, Crow scolded his husband.

“If it were to me, Vector wouldn’t have a partner”, Jack was as stubborn as ever. Crow groaned in annoyance and they fell into silence again. He knew his husband long enough, but that he was this much against Daisuke was nerve-wrecking.

“Oh, and by the way, Jack. Daisuke made the noodle soup”, Crow said off hand and glanced over to Jack. The blond stopped for a moment and looked at the noodles he was holding with his chopsticks. The other three looked at him almost anxious. After a few seconds of hesitation, Jack kept eating and Crow sighed in relief. Shortly afterwards they were done eating. Crow looked over to Jack, eager to see what he had to say. Jack looked over to his husband and then to Vector and Daisuke and back to Crow and crossed his arms.

“Well, at least our future-son-in-law can cook”, he said and Crow threw up his arms in delight and screamed happily. Crow knew that his husband can easily be convinced to anything with some tasty noodles. So, he knew Jack would come around if Daisuke made a good noodle soup. Daisuke however looked at the two dumbfounded before turning around to Vector: “Did your parents just give me the permission to marry you?” Vector, who was now lying on the floor, embarrassed and hiding their bright red face behind their hands, just squeaked very awkwardly: “Shut up!”

[ticklygiggles]

Hello! Random question: what are some of your genshin impact rair pairs?

*vibrates* it's my time to shine *a single tear falls down my cheek*

Hahahah, just kidding, but I do have some rare pairs! This answer got too long, so I'm just going to write this pairing huhu

Diluc x Childe x Zhongli

Uughh, just- can you even picture these three handsome men together? Because I can and it's beautiful 😍

Somehow, Childe and Zhongli decided that Diluc was their tickle toy, so the poor Master always finds himself laughing his little red head off as ChiLi destroy him with tickles~

Diluc is the most ticklish out if the three, so it's only fair to have this weakness abused, right?

He, of course, tries to tickle them back and he usually goes for Zhongli because he thinks he's an easy target, (at least easier than Childe), since Zhongli is quite ticklish himself

Zhongli would let him have his fun, but in the end, Diluc is still super ticklish, so it's only a matter of time to have the tables turned on him, poor Master

Childe of course, OF COURSE, made a competition to find out who's the most ticklish between Zhongli and Diluc, these are some of the results:

While Diluc is an avid squirmer, Zhongli stops functioning and he's just there taking the tickling (as the good boy he is dkdkfkf)

They're both so painfully obvious about their tickle spots since they both tend to hide and protect their ultimate weakness, even if Childe is not even close to tickle them there!

Diluc makes a lot of threats such "I'm gonna get you back!" Or "Just you see when I get my hands on you!" While he laughs hysterically

On the other hand, Zhongli... Is Zhongli, "w-wait! Let's make a deal!" Or "please, if you don't tickle me there I'll m-make a nice contract with you!" Lololol

None of them says "stop", though and Childe will tease them about it to no end

To get Childe down, Diluc and Zhongli have to join forces!

But it's honestly not so hard once you get him pinned since Childe himself is fairly sensitive, he's just pretty good at tickling people

Diluc and Childe get into so many tickle fights, Diluc doesn't even know why! Zhongli doesn't know why either he's dragged into the pile and gets tickled by the two!

[witcher-and-his-bard-archive]

@rebrandedbard​ asked for prince!Jaskier, White Orchard, and Wrong Name. Putting this one under a cut bc it’s a bit lengthy.

Prince!Jaskier is an OLD idea I recently reworked with Ashley’s help and I started working on it again tonight, actually!! I only have a baby snippet from this one because it’s unedited and a MESS rn:

For some reason no one knows, Jaskier calls him handsome and begs to braid his hair and weave flowers into it. He writes him songs and sings to him and remembers all of Geralt's favourite foods and drinks and which spices are too much for his heightened senses. It's puzzling, to say the least, but Geralt finds it endearing - not that he would ever admit that to anyone, rarely even to himself. But Jaskier is very public about his affection, a fact that Geralt suspects is the only reason people in the city treat him as well as they do.

White orchard is the rarest rair pair I’ve ever had and was supposed to be a smutty one-shot with Geralt x Tomria (the herbalist in white orchard) but is turning into them being sad about being in love with their best friends together. I still adore her and I might one day finish this one. 

"Hello Witcher, it's been a minute."

"Tomira."

"To be honest, I didn't expect to see you back here any time soon."

"Me neither."

"Then what brings you back to White Orchard? You were looking for someone, did you find her?"

"Not yet. I got somewhat sidetracked helping a... friend." He pulls his tankard toward him, take a long drink from it. He'd rather not talk about Dandelion right now, but it's better than thinking about Ciri. 

"Ah," she says and Geralt doesn't like the look of understanding that crosses her face. "Tell me about your friend."

"I'm sure you'll have heard far too much about him already."

Wrong name is pretty basic smut: Geralt hears Jaskier fucking some dude and Jaskier calls him Geralt.

Because what is he supposed to say? that he was imagining someone else riding him? that he would rather be next door with the big, grouchy Witcher he showed up with? 

"Fuck, sorry-" he manages but evidently, it's too much to get over. He can't even really blame him. 

"Just... go. I'm sure you'd rather be somewhere else anyway."

Silently, Jaskier climbs off the bed and tugs his trousers back on, not bothering with the rest of his clothes. He scoops them up from the floor and mumbles another apology as he slips out into the corridor. 

He leans against the railing, looking down over the open bar area. There are only a few stragglers left, the rest of them having turned in for the evening, and Jaskier contemplates joining them, seeing if he can convince one of them to join him for the evening. But realistically, he's already fucked up once tonight, he doesn't need to risk a second misstep. 

So, reluctantly, he turns back toward his own room, hesitating before pushing the door open. Geralt is still awake, lying in bed, and when the door opens, he turns to Jaskier. 

"You're back early. Wasn't expecting you until the morning."

send me a wip!

[optimistic-smiler]

Benrey spends most of their time at home. They aren't human so they technically can't a job and they really don't want on either. Household chores keep them busy when they aren't gaming all day ( Gordan always gives them a list of things to do before he leaves for work in the morning).

You'd think they get lonely after awhile. Being stuck inside a house all alone. But they have someone to keep them company till Gordan comes home.

Joshua was a big help around the house. Not just with chores but also helping them with boredom with his funny little games. Gordan often came home to an ' Epic' Battle insueing in the middle of his living room. Joshua dressed in his cowboy outfit and Benrey twice their normal size fangs bared and claws out both having the time of their lives but little to no chores done.

Sometimes there would be calmer days. Benrey would buckle down and get everything done before taking Joshie to the park on a nice day. Or the two would play a game on the PlayStation or Wii lounging on the couch till Gordan got home.

Benrey enjoyed the kids company and Joshua enjoyed theirs. Both had formed a bond quickly and Benrey would do anything for the kid.

" it...uhh my Epic parental instincts bro. Top notch parent to your cringe nea nea baby, bet you're super jealous. Gordon Jealousman"

" I'm really not..." Gordan was a little bit but he glad they got along.

Good thing tol because Benrey really did need those "epic parental instincts" today anyway.

" Papa..." Benrey pauses their laundry folding for a moment. Joshua stares at them from the doorway, horse plushie held close in his tiny hands. They smile softly at the five year old before kneeling down.

" Sup baby gamer. You're suppose to be in bed. Recover some of that hp bro." They opened up their arms and Joshie didn't hesitate running to them. Benrey holds him close before picking him up. Poor kid got some sort of bug in his system. Gordan said something about the Flu but Benrey wasn't really paying attention to focused on the kids labored breath and sickly pale skin.

Both of them had stayed up all night waiting for the fever to break. Humans were so fragile letting something like a small bug effect their bodies in such a way. It....scared Benrey...having to watch as the kid cried about not feeling good and nothing they did helped him.

They were glad to see Joshua up and walking around but Gordan said it was best if he stayed in bed. Benrey hummed as they swayed back and forth rubbing comforting circles on his back. The kid clung to them like a lifeline, he was shivering despite feeling unnaturally warm, " Come on Baby gamer. Sleepy time train is leaving the station. Next stop recovery town, population Joshie." They starting making their way to his room.

" Nooo..." Joshua held onto them tighter his voice weak and breaking, " I wanna stay with Papa...please?" Oh....how could anyone say no to that.

Fuck it, laundry can wait. Benrey could use a little nap themselves anyway, " You wanna hang out with a top notch uuuh gamer like me? Hmmm How about papa takes the train to recovery town with you? Recovery Speed Run! No Hacks or Cheats." They took Joshua's giggles as a yes. Wow the kid was feeling better already, they were a natural at making people feel better.

Hopefully Gordan wouldn't be to upset about the chores not getting done. This was way more important then vacuuming anyway. Keeping the kid close means they could keep away anymore ' bugs' from infecting him.

They grab a blanket from their room before going to Joshie's, gently laying him down on the bed. The bed was way to small for both of them to fit so Benrey sat down right beside him draping the blanket over them both. They reach over and held Joshie's hand, leaning back against the wall

" Can you make the pretty music papa?" Tiny fingers squeezed around theirs. Benrey smiled and blew out soft sweet voice into the rair.

Orange to Maroon, Get Well Soon.

Joshua was out like a light soon after. They watched as the sweet voice bubbles slowly vanished leaving a calming feeling in the room. They scooted closer to the bed keeping their hand around their son's before letting their eye slip shut.

Gordan found them like this a few hours later ( work thankfully letting him leave early that day). Sound asleep, hand in hand. He carefully made his way over to the pair slipping a hand onto Joshie's forehead. The fever had finally gone down and he didn't look so pale now. He let out a sigh of relief before smiling.

He turned to Benrey placing a small kiss on their forehead before standing up. He could finish the rest of the chores for the day.

[pemfrost]

Play Bingo With Me!

Send me a trope from the bingo card along with a ship and I'll write a short one shot (500-1000 words). This is the last fanfiction request thing I'm going to do for a while ✌

I'm going to take prompts until we get bingo (5 in a row)

I'll write the first I get for each trope

As I get asks I'll update the card, so check before sending

Once we get 5 in a row the game is over!

Free Space = anything not on the board (ship+prompt)

Sfw only since I'm writing a lot at work lol

I'm down for anything fe3h

Rair pairs and crack ships welcome

Feel free to add specifics to your ask

Anon is off for now, but if you'd like to remain anonymous please say so in your ask and I'll screen shot and black out your name when I post 👍

Master List is here

[kill-your-authors]

SNK Rair Pair Week - Jeanconnie - Morning or Midnight

 (Rated T, no content warnings) 

           The sun was just beginning to rise. Rays slanted through our sheer curtains into our bedroom. Jean slept bare on his stomach, on a bare mattress, which rested on the bare floor. He was surrounded by boxes we had yet to unpack. I stood in the doorway, coffee in hand, watching his stomach rise and fall peacefully. It was a rare day I woke up early, let alone earlier than him, let alone with the sun. I was thankful I had.

           The last time I watched him sleep like this, it was night, and we were miles from here. Home, we called it then. The town was small. Everyone knew one another. More than knew one another, really. I would bet everyone in that town knew my middle name. Knew my grandparents’ middle names. It was suffocating.

            He and I grew up together, of course we did. Same neighborhood. Same daycare. Same preschool, elementary school, middle and so on. Always within a mile – walking distance – of the other.

           Somewhere in middle school, something changed in us. Something unnamable, even in our heads. A constant tension between us. What used to be natural, and effortless, became stilted. I didn’t hesitate to hug him when we were kids. He didn’t care if I shared his bed with him during sleepovers – when we were kids. It didn’t matter if we saw each other every day of the week – when we were kids. But that changed overnight it seemed, and we both knew it. Both saw the invisible, impenetrable barrier between us.

           Things were easier once we got girlfriends. Mikasa was popular, indisputably beautiful, and at the same time equally uninterested in both popularity and beauty. She could play hockey with Jean, eat a burger with Jean, watch horror movies with Jean, swear with Jean and drink beer with Jean without any of the tension.

           Sasha was nerdy and cute. She wasn’t shy, or judgmental, and didn’t care what people thought of her. She’d defend her friends to the death. I could nap with her, get high with her, play dungeons and dragons with her, read the Lord of the Rings with her and never do anything athletic with her whatsoever without any of the tension.

           And it wasn’t faking it. He liked Mikasa. I liked Sasha. None of it was made up.

           That was probably how we justified it. We didn’t even know what we were doing, or why. How could it be our fault?

           All of this worked for years. Throughout high school. Jean and I were still friends, but because of our girlfriends, were in different social circles at school and rarely had any reason to be seen with each other. We didn’t sit at the same lunch table or participate in the same extracurriculars or go to prom in the same limo. We were weekend friends, and because we had girlfriends, and because no one would see us together, the tension dissipated, and we could hang out again without making each other uncomfortable. For the duration of those years, I thought everything had resolved itself. I thought it was over.

           It wasn’t until college that things got complicated. We all went to the same college – of course we did, everyone in our town did, that was how it always was, we didn’t even question it – and in order to get out of paying for dorms, decided to live together in a two-bedroom apartment together. Jean and Mikasa on one side of the apartment, Sasha and I on the other. By then, Sasha and Mikasa had become good weekend friends too as a result of their boyfriends wanting to hang out without them on weekends, luckily for Jean and me.

           But in the apartment that didn’t change. Sasha and Mikasa still liked to go out on weekends, still liked to stay up late in one of the bedrooms watching movies Jean and I weren’t interested in, listening to annoying music together, and talking for hours. They never ran out of nonsense to talk about. All night, sometimes.

           And that left Jean and I together alone in the other bedroom.

           The tension returned. Only this time we knew what it was. Recognized it in the other instinctually. At this point, there was nothing we could do.

           We could have put it off, maybe. For a while. Years even. But really, what good would that have done? To string Mikasa and Sasha along even longer? To take up even more of their lives? That was what I liked to tell myself now, a few years later and all the time in the world to regret.

           In any case, one night in the middle of summer, the heat was scorching even after the sun went down. We had the windows open and a weak breeze puttered into the room, but it was still unbearable. The both of us took our shirts off and leaned back against his and Mikasa’s headboard. The TV was on but there was nothing to watch. We both reached for the remote at the same time, and our hands touched. We yanked them both away, and both of us immediately looked at the other as if to ask why did we just do that? And to answer, in the same instant, we know why. The next look into each other’s eyes said if we both know why, what difference does it make if we pretend we don’t?

           We kissed. We didn’t kiss the way we would have, if at thirteen or fourteen we had just let ourselves be ourselves. Chastely, tentatively, curiously, the way first kisses were.

           We kissed like a pair of lifelong lovers who’d been separated for decades and only just reunited. We kissed with the passion and urgency two people could only have while trying to make up for years lost in as little time as possible, in a minute, in a second, in a single instant of being alive. We had never kissed anyone else like that before, and never would and we knew it the moment it happened.

           That night, we had sex for the first time, and around midnight, though I wanted nothing more than to stay in bed with him, stay held in his arms, with his chest rising and falling against my back – I couldn’t. He fell asleep, bare in the sheets, moonlight illuminating his fair skin, and I climbed out of the bed, dressed, and lingered in the doorway for a long time watching him, my heart overflowing with the love I had for so long kept a lid on.

           Then I left the room. When Mikasa went to bed hours later, she assumed Jean had gotten undressed and went to sleep after I left.

           I’d told myself this story a lot since it began. Even before it ended, I was telling myself this story. This story, like most, had a beginning, middle and end, even before I knew what the end was. I didn’t want to think about the middle while it was happening and didn’t now that it was over either. It was predictable anyway, if you knew both the beginning and the end, like I did.

           I liked to think about the end, because it was also a beginning. A beginning that I hoped would also have a middle, and an end. Obviously, I knew the beginning, and I already thought I knew the end. Hoped I knew the end. Like the first story, if I knew the beginning and the end of this one, the middle was predictable. But, unlike the first story, I liked to think about this story’s middle, and I hoped it would be the longest part.

           In the meantime, I was happy to be in the first story’s end, and the second story’s beginning. I was happy to be right here, looking at Jean sleeping on our new mattress in our new apartment in a new state, with the sun shining on his fair skin, as he breathed peacefully.  

[aftepes]

@wandererriha I had an idea for your ultimate rair-pair Sephiroth and Elfe OTP.

First dates.

Considering the number of rumors that had gone around during his period of bizarre fame during the Wutai war, there were two schools of thought on the dating life of the great general, Sephiroth. Either he had never once in his life even considered the idea of a date, never wanted to, never had the idea to, or half of SOLDIER had been romantically connected to him, and a fair few Turks. There was no in between.

The first was right. He had made it to his early thirties without even once considering the idea of a date. Now, he had to plan and execute one to impress the most impressive woman he had ever met.

But Elfe was a warrior, a fighter, the same as him. He had no idea if she had ever dated, but she was too brilliant, too beautiful to have gone without interest from a variety of suitors. So she must know already what a proper date would look like.

He wracked his mind for things she would like. Dinner was too easy, and besides, neither of them was particularly fond of decadent meals. Food was more a necessity, sometimes enjoyable to make, but otherwise unimportant. She hated the theater, called it pretentious and boring. He considered a hike, even went as far as to research trails and interesting sights, but he realized soon after that taking Elfe out into the wilderness was likely to set her on edge, make her feel like he might attack.

It was a training exercise the Turks held that gave him the idea. They found ways to go into battle, real weapons, no holograms, that didn't end in blood or missing limbs.

"Paintball?" Elfe asked. "What even is that?"

"According to the suits, you get a rifle, but it shoots paint instead of ammunition. Kind of like a training exercise. We, we don't have to if you don't-"

"Give me the gun, Seph. You're going down."

Her smile was everything. Even as he found himself coated in balls of bright orange paint, barely managing to skim her scuffed army jacket with his own neon green bullets. He'd never been good with a gun. She seemed to find all the makeshift plywood hiding spots, laughing with delight every time the paint splattered across him. Playful though it was, it was battle nonetheless, and he began to treat it as such, watching her for patterns, a wicked smile beginning to spread across his face.

He got her from above, climbing down the rafters of the massive outdoor structure, and aiming, sending array after array of green paint onto her. But she grabbed his ankle, yanked him down. They found themselves in a tussle on the sandy ground, smearing paint all over each other, until she did something that shocked him.

Folding her hands into the messy, paint wet bun of his hair, she kissed him.

[gabriel4sam]

Not special, a little Star Wars fic

Hey @jubblesbubbles, remember when you told me I should write a Dex/Obi-Wan, when I was doing the extra rair pairing writing stuff? And I didn’t write it, because there already are Dex/Obi-Wan stories, it wasn’t inexistant?

It’s very very light on romance to be honest I’m not happy with it, but Padme invited herself and then refused to leave!

Also, I totally forgot you wanted Rebellion in this and I killed Palpy, my bad.

Not all loves are planet-burning fires. Not all love are life-changing, taking everything else with them when finished.

Not all love can push someone to burn the Republic down and to put a hand in genocide, just to be sure a certain Senator who may or may not die in childbirth wouldn’t.

Or perhaps, simply, a love for which you would murder children, change good men into automaton and destroy democracy was not really a love, simply a twisted, gnarled thing.

Anakin Skywalker was more in love with the idea of Padme Amidala than with Padme herself, and as the world is slowly rebuilding itself, it’s a hard pill to swallow for poor Padme. She is very, very, very aware of what a close call it was.

Hundreds of Jedi are dead, a lot of clones put a blaster in their mouths once they were free of the chip, the entire political system will have to be remade from scratch to be sure nothing like Palpatine rise to power is possible again, and the consequences of the war pushed billions of people into exile, poverty and other horrors.

Padme herself is facing the possibility of jail-time: stripped of her rank, she’s in deep trouble on Naboo, between the people thinking she was in collusion with Palpatine, the people thinking she was too busy frolicking around with her Jedi to do her job and stop Palpatine, the people thinking she was in collusion with Anakin herself…. Her friends are throwing their weight around trying to help, and her parents found her a very good lawyer, but she will be happy if she escape that only with community service. She probably will have to thank the Jedi in general for that, who refused the numerous solicitations from the throne of Naboo to pursue Padme from marrying Anakin when he was a minor, and Obi-Wan in particular, who bore witness of Anakin’s attack of Padme and stood firm in his defence of the young woman.

It’s making Padme deeply uncomfortable. She thinks of Obi-Wan as a friend, a friend she lied to for years, again and again, and who saved her life on Mustafar when he killed Anakin, while Master Yoda saved the Republic when he killed Palpatine.

He even found her a place to stay, when she didn’t want to stay with any of her political friends, not ready to burn their careers by her simple contact as she had burned her own, and didn’t want to go back to Naboo.

It’s a very small apartment, right above a dinner, in a part of Coruscant she never would have visited when she was a Senator. The diner’s owner is male Besalik, who cooks in the dinner and live in the other small apartment above the dinner. He’s very friendly, always ready to babysit the twin when she has an errand to run.

He’s also the lover of Obi-Wan, who she sometimes meet in the stairs late in the night or very early in the morning. He always look drained when he arrives: Yoda succumbed to his wounds after the fight with Sidious and there are not enough Jedi left, all of them, the survivors of the few days Order 66 was implemented, exhausted, working themselves to the bone, trying to heal a galaxy which in their time of need didn’t come to their help. Trying to rebuild for people who let them, with a few exceptions like Bail Organa, be gunned down.

She wanted to tear the Jedi Master’s eyes out, in the beginning. If he had told Anakin…how dare he, when Anakin was dead, worse than dead, dead and his name spat on all across the galaxy.

One day, as she is thanking Dex for another afternoon of kid-sitting, it’s the Besalik who address the issue.

“Anakin knew.”

“But-He would have told me!”

“Told you what? That his former Master had a lover? Someone Obi-Wan would leave for months, years, if necessary, to do his duty.” The Besalik had sadly shaken his massive head.

“Anakin never thought Obi-Wan loved me. It didn’t count, in his eyes.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m not a pretty young woman like you? Because Obi-Wan would let me die if he had a choice between me and an innocent life? Because Obi-Wan will only give me the morsels he can, and keep his duty in his heart? Who knew what Anakin thought? He saw Obi-Wan wouldn’t break every rule for me, would love me without keeping me, and for Anakin, it wasn’t love. Not burning enough. Not big enough. Obi-Wan loves me as Jedi should, without possessing, and for Anakin, that’s not love. ”

He pats her shoulder, his hand dwarfing it.

“You have two tadpoles, now. You can’t stay thinking of what was, what could have been.”

“You sound like Master Yoda.”

She bit her lips. For years, she had nodded and believed Anakin when the younger man presented Yoda as an obstacle to overcome. Now that the little Jedi had died saving what could be, she felt guilty, and angry, and quite possibly very lost.

“It’s not good for you, to stay in your apartment reviewing your case and thinking of the past,” he continued, “and I won’t advise you to meditate, like Obi-Wan probably would if you stopped evading each other like two tookas who share the same territory but are not ready to fight it out.”

“What will you advice, then?”

“Come to the dinner. I can’t offer a big salary, just an honest one. It won’t change the world, but people will be feed and it will give you a stepping stone to rebuild. Probably won’t buy a Naboo pretty palace with it, but you will feed your kids with your own money, not something from Senator Amidala than the Naboo Queen can freeze or seize, with the trial, or something that your family give you. And the people…It’s good, to see people happy after a good meal.”

He shrugs, and it’s like an earthquake on his abundant flesh.

She takes the job.

Years later, after Obi-Wan has been killed on mission, Dex retires to his home world and leave the dinner to Padme. She looks around, suddenly realizing how many years have passed.

And they were peaceful and not at all an encompassing fire of burning passion, and her children are happy and, more or less, well-adjusted. Not the powerful people Anakin would have wanted them to be, capable of changing the galaxy, just a professor in the lower levels, working in one of the programmes against illiteracy created by Chancellor Organa, for Luke, and a cargo pilot for Leia.

It’s not special.

Anakin would hate that.

Padme shrugs and go back to the ledgers of the dinner.

[indigowallbreaker]

"dancing with their hands holding onto each other" from the handholding prompts for lorenz/claude/hilda? i really enjoy your rair pair run series!!

Took a tiny bit of inspiration from the spring festival Nowruz for this. It was hard to figure out how these three could "dance" together so I'm hoping this counts. I'm happy to hear you've enjoyed my other stories! Please enjoy this one!

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"Come on, Lorenz," Claude laughed as he pulled him by the hand. "You can't come all the way out here and not do the best part of the dance!"

"This is not dancing!" Lorenz's voice almost cracked with nerves. He dug his heels into the dirt and looked back over his shoulder where Hilda was following them with a mischievous glint in her eye.

She gave an exaggerated gasp. "Lorenz! What happened to embracing Almyran traditions? How dare you judge people like that!"

The whole of the capital had gathered to celebrate the Almyran new year with drink, feasting, music, and a -- apparently-- traditional "dance" Lorenz wanted no part in. A series of fires had been lit and, in time with some boisterous song Lorenz couldn't hope to follow, people leapt over the flames.

"Just because one is moving to music doesn't make it dancing," Lorenz stated firmly. "These people are jumping at best. At worst they are participating in a dangerous form of pageantry."

Claude gestured further down the line of fires. "If it's so dangerous, why do we let four year olds do it?"

Most families danced around these fires, holding their children's hands and helping them jump or else jumping with a child in their arms. Lorenz watched one woman hoist a toddler onto her shoulders and leap over the small fire. The child's laughter was loud enough to reach the three of them.

Hilda let out an "Aww!" at the display, but Lorenz glared at Claude. "The fires you're leading us towards are a great deal bigger than those."

"Well, yeah, we're not four."

The fires meant for adults had flames that would reach under Lorenz's chin if he stood in them. Which he didn't intend to do in the slightest, despite Claude's urging.

Hilda took Lorenz's other hand and started pulling him as well. "Just do it once. Then we can go back to eating that sweet paste."

When Lorenz didn't budge, Claude stepped closer. He peered up at Lorenz. "You're scared," Claude said.

Lorenz swallowed. "I don't wish to make a fool of myself in front of your parents."

"You did riskier things during the war."

"Yes but none of them were in front of your parents."

Keeping a tight hold on Lorenz's hand, Hilda stepped up beside Claude. She cupped Lorenz's cheek. "You're silly," she declared. Lorenz bristled but she quickly continued, "You think skipping an important part of their traditions will make Claude's parents like us?"

Lorenz's resolve cracked. "You two can still go," he tried. "I will just stand back to watch--"

"Nope." The hand on Lorenz's cheek moved to cover his mouth. "We're a package deal," Hilda stated. "I don't want Claude's parents to like just you or just me-- I want them to like us both. And if that means jumping through fire then I'm willing to do it."

That did it. Lorenz straightened his spine and allowed the last of his resistance to fall away. "As am I," he declared. He looked to Claude. "You may lead the way to-- Are you alright?"

For Claude was misty eyed and when Lorenz met his gaze, he turned abruptly away from them both. "Yup. Fine." He squeezed Lorenz's hand. "I'm just not gonna think about the fact that you're both willing to jump through fire for me. Neither of you are doing that unless you really mess up this dance, by the way."

Hilda and Lorenz exchanged glances. Wordlessly, Hilda let go of Lorenz to take Claude's hand instead. "As one, then!" Lorenz cried-- and they began pulling Claude toward the line of fires and dancers, joining the throng of Almyran's together.

[this-hazbin-quoted]

[incorrect-hazbinquotes] *kicks door down* Happy birthday you fucc I love you. I hear ya wanted asks on HC’s an’ ships. And I know you’re part of the people I have infected with Huskniss so- tell me what ya think of their relationship >:3

Alright mother fucker! You asked for this!

It all started when Angel mention led that his siblings were coming to visit.

Husk was preparing himself for the inevitable invasion of bright pink slutty spiders to be throwing themselves all over his bar, making uncomfortable come-ons and trying to raid his bar.

When Molly arrived first, he'd thought himself right. She was just and bright and obnoxiously loud as her twin brother. He was certain that all the third and final spider was going to be exactly the same.

He was almost pleasantly surprised when a bit later, in came the eldest spider. Calm and quit. No running and jumping or shouting. Just a simple greeting to his siblings and a quick hug before he headed over and took a seat at the bar.

He didn't try to raid the liquor, just politely asked for a glass of water. Husk had been so shocked by the stark difference between him and his siblings, that he complied without complaint.

Arrakniss just sat there for the vast majority of the visit, occasionally looking over at the twins, giving small smiles that neither noticed, but Husk did.

Husk noticed a lot about Arrakniss during his visit. He noticed how closed off and quite he was in comparison to the other two. His smile was soft and reserved, as if he didn't want anyone to see the show of emotion he had whenever Angel & Molly would laugh.

He was definitely a protective brother, if the way he kept his hand on the gun in his pants when Alastor came through and began to get touchy with Angel was anything to go by.

Arrakniss was nothing like Husk had expected.

When the twins vanished up towards Angel's room, Husk decided to make him a stronger drink.

"Not gonna join them?" He asked, pushing the glass towards the spider.

Accepting the drink, Arrakniss looked doen at it for a moment, his eyes drifting between it and the hallway his siblings had vanished down only a few moments prior.

"Nah. Angie and I don't exactly have to best history. If he's actually trying to get better I don't wanna fuck that up for him. Better to leave him and Molls alone." He eventually replied, taking a lard gulp of the alcoholic beverage.

Husk could understand that, keeping your distance from someone you cared for because it was what was best for them. He could respect that.

Being there for his family, but still keeping his distance because he didn't want to hurt them. It was a feeling Husk could understand.

The two sat there together for the remainder of the siblings visit to the Hotel, just sitting there occasionally swapping a few words before retuning to their comfortable silence, Husk keeping both their glasses full.

In the end, Husk decided that he didn't hate the time the two had spent together. He'd almost go as far as to say he enjoyed the others company.

And the next time he was told that the spider siblings were going to visit that Hotel, he could swear he felt something flutter in his long dead heart.

Okay, so I'm absolutely a slut for grumpy asshole's that fall in love and become either slightly less grumpy, or come together to ruin everyone else day.

I'm also a sucker for a good rare-pair.

Thank you for the birthday wishes! And for indirectly dragging me into Huskniss Rair-Pair Hell. I love it.

[thechaoscryptid]

kakashi and dissociation, not used to freedom and childhood trauma? (pairing is up to you bc im a HUGE kaka multishipper. hit me with your favourite rair pair)

Spun the choice wheel and you got dissociation first 😎 Defs keep an eye out for the other two, I have them saved to my current to-write list! (this didn’t actually end up super angsty? The others will, I promise, I’ve got plans 😂)

(@badthingshappenbingo)

Fandom: Naruto

Prompt: Dissociation

Ship: Kakashi/Tenten

There are days, Tenten thinks, when she’d like to shoulder Kakashi’s burdens for him. She’d like to take what ails him and pummel it into dust with nothing but her bare hands, ease the aches and pains of a life past and help him see that the world is brighter than the blood on his blades, kinder than the life thrust upon him so long ago.

He comes to her often these days, and for more than replacing the shuriken and kunai he loses “on the road of life.”

Road of death, more like, but she’s not going to complain when his coin keeps her in business and his crow’s feet when he smiles light up her day. 

She’s learned to tell where he’s been by the set of his shoulders and jaw, and she’s grown proficient in seeing past the quiet maa, Tenten, I’m all right today he tries to pull when he’s anything but. She sees the hard swallows and hears the barely audible whines when fresh-off-a-mission shinobi come too close. Though he tries to hide it, she notices the slight disconnect in every action on days he can barely meet her eyes.

He hides it well, admirably so, but Tenten is no fool, and Kakashi is no god.

“--and that’s the real reason that Konoha was founded,” she says tonight. They’re seated over barbeque to mull over their sparring session from earlier, and today, he’s not listening. It doesn’t bother her--she’s used to the blank stares and slow blinks as shinobi around her blink in and out of the here and now, but that doesn’t mean she won’t use it to her advantage on occasion. “Kakashi?”

“Hm?”

“You were just agreeing that they chose Konoha’s name because Madara lost a bet that Hashirama couldn’t scare him from somewhere in the forest, and he got him hidden in the leaves.”

Kakashi nods, jaw working thoughtlessly as he chews on the same meat he’s been chewing on for the last forty-five seconds. “Right,” he says, distant. “Makes sense.”

“And you’re paying for dinner tonight.”

“Mhmm.”

“And...” She softens, drops the act as she reaches across the table to tap the back of his hand. “You’re having a hard time.”

The touch gets his attention, and his eyes flash to hers as he nearly chokes, he swallows so quickly. “I’m sorry. What did you say?”

“That you’re paying for dinner.”

“Tenten,” he groans.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone you totally ate up my theory about the Founders, either,” she says, grinning as she laces their fingers together. “Did something happen?”

He shakes his head. “Just thinking.”

“You were awful far away for just thinking,” she says.

“I was empty,” is all he replies, and her heart hurts for him. Partially because she knows how good that emptiness feels on days where you just want the world to quit, but also because she knows how hard it is to fill it when it becomes unwanted.

Kakashi’s lips quirk up in a half-smile as he lets her hand go to tip her chin up. “What was your Founders theory?”

Tenten smiles and tugs his palm to her cheek, shaking her head before nuzzling into the warm leather of his glove. “You wouldn’t think it’s nearly as funny as Lee does,” she murmurs. “Do you pay better attention in your meetings? You know, for the sake of the village and all.”

“Usually.” A splash of red colors his cheeks as he ducks his head, and when he tries to tug up his mask to hide it, she puts on a pout. “Oh, don’t give me that look.”

“I’ll accept the mask if you come home for a drink with me,” she says.

“Is it going to become four or five?”

She shrugs and sits back in the booth. “Do you want it to?”

“Don’t know.”

“Well...” She drums her fingers on the table and looks out the window at the last rays of sunset before looking back to see him with mask settled neatly over the bridge of his nose. “Home, then?”

He nods. “I, uh--” He looks down, tangles his hands in his lap as he sighs. “Probably shouldn’t go home by myself, if I’m being honest.”

“That bad?” When he nods again, she tips her head toward the door. “Pay up and we’ll go, okay? I solemnly swear to make this night the best damn distraction you’ve ever had.”