#tiny drabble for my lu-lu

[rebornofstars]

Hi @la-sera! Your artwork is so intricate and just absolutely stunning, and has inspired me to continue creating for this fandom. I admire you a lot, so I wrote this short piece for you as part of the Fan Joy July challenge based on your artwork. I hope that’s okay!

Legend lifted the torch. Flame danced over the wooden pallet and the body laid out across it: agonisingly, gut-wrenchingly still. Legend forced his eyes away from the light and down. If he squinted through the tears he could almost pretend that the body was just sleeping. That the jumping firelight was a healthy glow in the body’s cheeks; that it masked the rise and fall of a chest. He smeared his wet face across his sleeve, and cupped the body’s face with one hand. “Hyrule…” he whispered. The traveller’s body was cold and quiet, the same as it had been every other time Legend had called the kid’s name. Each time, he felt the same half-second of desperate hope. Of longing. Of denial. “Hyrule… please. Please.”  Each time, his heart was torn apart anew. Legend sniffed. The kid looked peaceful in death. The creases on his brow were smooth. Twilight had laid a spare tunic over the mangled stomach and closed his eyes, just before they lifted him onto the pyre. A gesture of respect for the d— Legend felt more tears escape him. Hyrule was dead. He was dead.  He was dead. The thought was earth-shattering. “I’m b—burning,” he forced out through wet sobs, “your b—your body. Just like you—you made me promise.” He felt a steadying hand at his back. “Do you need help?” Twilight asked. Legend squeezed his eyes shut and shuddered silently. “No,” he lied. “N—no, I’m—good.” “We have to be quick,” Twilight reminded him. “The monsters are approaching. They’re still—” “I know,” said Legend. He brushed his thumb gently along Hyrule’s skin, even though he knew the kid would never feel it. Smooth and cold. Like porcelain. So easily broken. “I know. His blood.” The memories of that fight would be burned into his eyelids forever, red and bright and hot like the flaming torch he held. Hyrule being pinned down by a horde of monsters. The way he arched away from the knife, begging, pleading. The knife as it slid through his skin like butter, and the dark blood that began to bubble out of the cuts. The way it pooled in the hollow of his abdomen. The endless gushing as it coated the monsters’ hands down to the wrist.  Legend blinked the stark images away, hoarse screams ringing in his ears. He tasted bile. How was he supposed to walk away now knowing that he’d failed? That the kid had been ritually sacrificed in the worst way possible? Died seeing his worst fear realised? “I’m sorry,” he choked out, and lowered the torch. The bloodstained clothes caught alight. Hyrule was never going to finish the story he’d been telling Legend to pass the time while they trekked through the endless woods. He was never going to cast another spell or swing a sword or introduce them to his princesses. One day, Legend would forget the way the corners of his eyes used to crinkle when he laughed. “I’m so sorry.”

Fan Joy July Masterpost

"burn my body"

Hyrule dies in his Hyrule. The monsters managed to sacrifice him to resurrect Ganon.

Legend wants to grant Hyrule's last wish: burn my body.

[malleusthehammer]

Hi! Can you please do a Qin Shi Huang and Lu Bu with a female s/o that plays the Guzheng/Zither.

Guzheng looks like this, it was made in the Qin dynasty by a general. It’s had 21 strings and you use nails that are made out off plastic, resin, tortoiseshell, or ivory to pluck the strings. The strings are made out of steel strings flat wound with nylon.

This is the song that she plays, it’s a hard song to master too. Feel free to ignore if it is too much, thank you!

DUDE THIS ASK IS SO COOL?! I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG FOR ME TO GET TO IT!! Again, i am a sucker for Qin so he will be written for!!! I hope you enjoy this!!

Qui Shi Huang and Lu Bu with a reader that plays the Guzheng/Zither. Warnings: None! Type: Drabbles!

You didn't play often, you found it a bit extra when you played. Knowing it was such a hard instrument to play, you hated the attention it gave you when you played it. Qin knew this, but he adores it so much when you play. He'll often try and say he had a bad day, or that he needs a stress reliver. And of course, you can't say no to this man. Since he had coaxed you into playing for him, he made sure you both were secluded and comfy.

He plopped down on the shared bed, the pitcher of wine crowding the table next to bed. You set the guzheng up, sitting on the bench that accompanied it. You took a deep breath before popping your fingers and placing them gently on the strings. Your eyes closed as your fingers danced across the strings. The melody filled the spacious room, Qin's fingers tapped along his thigh with it.

Your fingers moved on their own, plucking the strings and sending beautiful music out in the air. Once you had finished, you sighed contently. Soft clapping filled the silence as you turned on the bench to face your husband. His smile was never wider as he clapped. Almost like a proud father, he stood from the bed, holding his arms out to you.

"That was lovely, Dear! You'll play more often for me?"

He gently caressed your hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing it.

Lu Bu never really knew you played. He knew you had hobbies and stuff, but never really paid that close attention. When he would go train for extended periods, you'd stay home and practice. Same when he would watch the legions of people that followed him train. One day he been gone for a while with his horse, so you took the time to set up the guzheng outside. It was a beautiful day afterall.

You had no clue when your husband would be back, his schedule was too erratic in your opinion. But you knew he was safe, that's why you married him in the first place. Well, first it was his personality. The way he held himself so high made you admire him. If he was by himself, you knew no one would even dare to challenge him.

As you finished setting up the instrument, you were quick to sit down in the bright grass Infront of it. You bit your lip and closed your eyes. A strong gust of breath left our lungs as you opened your eyes again. Your fingers pranced over the strings like tiny ballerinas, sending beautiful melodies into the sky. You lost yourself in the music, moving your hands across the instrument delicately.

Little did you know that Lu Bu and his general, Chen Gong were on the way back. Lu Bu was picking his teeth with his pinky and Chen talked on and on about something that the champion didn't care for. The noise of the guzheng reached the ears of the men, a smirk appeared on Lu Bu's face. They approached the yard you were playing in, watching you from afar. The Champion put his hands on his hips, taking a deep breath in with a smile.

"Ahaha! That's my wife/husband right there!"

HJUYGJUYG okay i am SO SO SOS SO sorry for the wait!! i really hope you enjoyed it and thank you for putting some new music in my playlist lmao THE GUZHENG IS SO MAJESTIC I WANNA EAT IT!!!

[truetogaia]

Counting stars

pairing: tsu’tey x omaticaya!reader

genre: fluff

notes: suffering from tsu’tey brain rot and i was scanning tumblr for a really short fluff fic but i couldn’t find one, so i wrote a tiny drabble for my own enjoyment instead!! Thought I could share it here too in case anyone is ever in need of one ♡

His features were relaxed, and clouds could not compare to the softness in his eyes as his gaze fixated on you. You were sprawled out on top of him, soft cheek pressed against his firm chest, breathing slowly, slumbering. 

He tried his best to be as still as possible. The last thing he wanted was to wake you, you had encountered troubles with sleep for a few days now, and you had finally managed to doze off in the shadows of the tree at your spot. 

Tsu’tey traced your stripes of a deeper blue complexion, embedding their pattern and placements into his memory. He counted the illuminating spots on your arms, back, and shoulders like the stars in the sky, smiling to himself when they twinkled in the shade. 

Nobody had ever seen him like this, this side of him was strictly reserved for your eyes only. He felt as if he could be himself around you, without having to put up a structured facade or stash away his emotions. You accepted him for who he was, for what he was. He could see it in your eyes. They told of the feelings embedded deep within your soul. Your eyes never failed to carry excitement as you caught sight of him in a crowd, no matter how many times you had encountered each other that day, and the love adorning them never faltered as your gaze wandered to him repeatedly as soon as he was in your field of vision. 

Your face always lit up as soon as your eyes caught his, he truly felt as if there was nothing lovelier than you. Nothing could compare to your beauty, your wits, your personality, your humor, nothing could ever come within a close proximity of you. Not even Eywa herself. 

You stirred awake, raising your head. You looked around deliriously, eyes still fogged over from your previous nap. You caught sight of your mate’s eyes on you, a warm smile spreading across your face as you reached up to softly brushed your fingers against his cheek. He returned the action, cradling your face.

“Nga yawne lu oer, y/n.” Your smile widened at his affirming words. He brought your face closer to his, pressing a loving kiss to your rich lips, reveling in the way you tasted. 

When you parted, your foreheads pressed lightly against each other. You closed your eyes, appreciating the quiet, intimate moment the two of you shared, before you had to go back to the ruckus of being Olo’eyktan and Tsahik. 

“Nga yawne lu oer, Tsu’tey. Oel ngati kameie.”

[forager-m]

TWST RARE PAIR WEEK: Day 1 - Parents AU

Ship: Jack Howl x Deuce Spade (ジャクデユ)

Art + Bonus Drabble

Daddy wolf, papa bunny, baby chick

There's a softness to Deuce that wasn't there all those years ago when they were still students. He still has his little -isms. Sincere, kind, airheaded Deuce. But now theres a slight roundness to his belly, and his voice is light when he tries his best to sing a lullaby, and theres a swaddled bundle of joy tucked in between his stronger arms.

They have a baby now.

It's unbelievable to Jack. They have a baby now. The phrase echoes in his head like a broken record. Deuce has a ring on his finger, just like his, and they have a baby now.

A little cub that tugs at his ears every time Jack leans in for a kiss. A tiny chick that clings to Deuce's apron when he cooks breakfast in the morning.

Theres small footsteps in their halls. Theres warmth in every room. And theres laughter. Always so much laughter.

Jack grew up to be so big. He's so scared of holding them - Hands too large and claws too sharp for anything gentle, but Deuce grins at him. Makes fun of him for being so silly.

It's night now and Deuce is in their bed with their child. He gets to see this every night for the next growing years of their child.

"La la lu, la la lu... oh, my little star sweeper..."

Deuce's voice shakes. Jack thinks he's so perfect.

"I'll sweep the stardust for you... Ah, look, it's daddy!"

The cub gurgles a little bit. "Daaaa-ah, ah."

Deuce nods enthusiastically. "Yes. Da da."

"Daaaaaaa!"

Jack kisses their little chick's cubby cheeks. Then he settles into their bed, drawing his loves into his arms. He kisses his husband's fingers, his flushed cheeks, his lips. He does because he can. Forever.

"Daa! Ah-ah! Ooooo!!"

Their cub smacks him with all of the force of a 5 month old baby.

Jack is so surprised he doesn't even register Deuce giggling at him.

"So strong. Just like you." Deuce whispered.

"Just like you." Jack echoes.

He waits until his family sleeps before he steals another kiss.

"Thank you." For loving me. For giving me this. "Thank you."

I love you both so much.

[mykingdomforapen]

more adventures of Frog Guang

(a drabble from the universe of my fic, courage of stars)

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Lu Guang had proudly named his pet frog Milk Toast. He cultivated a comfortably damp environment for him in his enormous tank and added new leaves almost daily for wont of something to do to spoil his new friend. 

The first day he went to school after his birthday was the most he ever spoken since the beginning of the school year. He told everyone who was willing to listen that he had a new pet frog. The girls shivered until he told them that the frog’s name was Milk Toast, which made them coo. The boys demanded proof of the frog’s existence, and then bombarded him with so many questions that he almost regretted telling them anything. What color was his webbed feet? How long was his tongue? Does he eat flies? Does he ribbit? How high can he jump? Ten centimeters? Fifty? 

He rushed home from school every day to spend time with Milk Toast, which usually took the form of reading books out loud to him. Lu Guang read his frog books out loud, in case Milk Toast was curious what humans liked to say about his kind. He charged Yeye and Maamaa to let him do all the feeding, so that he could choose the best-looking crickets to set into the tank. The crickets were a considerable match for Milk Toast, and Lu Guang stared approvingly as his tiny frog hunted viciously for the insect larger than the size of his head. 

During art class, Lu Guang drew pictures of Milk Toast every time. Whether they used crayons, marker, colored pencils, watercolor, or cut-out pieces of colored paper, Lu Guang created rendition after rendition of Milk Toast. Even when the art teacher asked if Lu Guang would draw flowers, he added Milk Toast on a leaf. When tasked to draw a portrait of little Mei, his desk mate, Lu Guang snuck Milk Toast onto her shoulder, which she did not appreciate as much as he thought she would. 

After school, Lu Guang showed the drawings to Milk Toast through the glass of the tank, as he was fairly certain that at least Milk Toast would appreciate the effort he put into his art pieces. 

“That’s you,” Lu Guang said helpfully as he pointed to the blueish blob with bulging eyes. Milk Toast stared ahead, his little throat puffing rhythmically. 

“This is you too,” Lu Guang said, showing another drawing. “And this is me.”

He pointed to a drawing of himself, who was roughly the same size as the frog and with skinny lines as limbs. Milk Toast shifted in his place, which Lu Guang took as interest. He propped it against the glass so that Milk Toast could continue to admire it.

“This is you with Qi Mei,” said Lu Guang, showing him the portrait of his classmate. “I asked her if she wanted to keep it and she said no, so I think you should have it instead.” 

“Guangguang, it’s dinner!” Maamaa called out. “Hurry and wash your hands.” 

Lu Guang added another new leaf into the tank as a treat before shuffling off to dutifully wash his hands while his grandmother set the table. He toddled to his usual place, next to Yeye, and saw that the table was set for three. 

“What about Ma and Ba?” Lu Guang asked. 

“Ma and Ba are very busy at the library right now,” Maamaa said. “They’ll eat dinner later.” 

“Can I eat dinner with them?” Lu Guang asked. 

Maamaa pursed her lips as she scooped a mound of rice into Lu Guang’s bowl. 

“They won’t be back until you’re getting ready for bed,” she said with a sigh. “Come on, before it gets cold. I worked hard to cook you a good dinner.” 

Lu Guang hid his disappointment by shoveling rice into his mouth. Yeye stroked the back of his head, his hand strong and ticklish. 

“Come on, have some fish,” said Yeye. 

He scooped a large portion of fish onto Lu Guang’s bowl, and a healthy helping of garlic pea sprouts. He tactfully did not offer the frog legs that Maamaa had cooked for the grown-ups, and Lu Guang avoided eye contact with them. He was convinced that Milk Toast would be able to see whatever Lu Guang saw through his eyes, and he would be sorely disappointed if he knew what was going on in the dining room. 

“When will Ma and Ba be done going to the library every day?” Lu Guang asked. 

Maamaa’s eyes flashed with pity. 

“When you go into the fourth grade, little one,” she said.

Lu Guang’s shoulders sank lower. Fourth grade felt like an eternity. The fourth graders towered over him in the playground at school. They were so big and mature and they knew what fractions were. Lu Guang was right now in the first grade. Was he never going to have dinner with Ma and Ba again? 

Maamaa, snapped her chopsticks as she added tomato egg to Lu Guang’s bowl. 

“Eat more, Guangguang,” she ordered. 

He obeyed. After eating more than his fill in dinner, Lu Guang sat at his desk to finish his homework while Yeye walked him through the mathematics. Milk Toast had changed positions during dinner time, which cheered Lu Guang up. He spied on Milk Toast while the frog basked in low light. For the rest of the night, he rested his head in his arms as he watched Milk Toast up close, starry-eyed.

Even when Maamaa ushered him to bed and switched off his lights, Lu Guang crept back to the tank and spied on Milk Toast, watching the frog breathe, sit, and occasionally swim. By the time Ma and Ba came home, and Ma peeped open his bedroom door to spy on him, she found Lu Guang fast asleep at his desk, cheek pressed up against the glass. 

[perfectpaperbluebirds]

Domestic Drabble #97

(In F [lu] Major)

Couldn’t decide whether I wanted Sick!Theo or Sick!Shane so have a generic sick male protog instead. 

She's in the kitchen cooking dinner when he arrives home. Usually he wastes no time in running upstairs and hopping into the shower, sometimes not even saying hello, but today he breaks pattern and pads into the kitchen. Going to her side, he loops his arms around her waist and buries his face in her shoulder, sighing heavily. 

"Hello to you too," she says, kissing the top of his head. "Everything okay?"

"No. I'm getting sick," he mumbles, not lifting his head. 

"Oh no… how sick are we talking? On the couch with tissues and a cold or in bed with Tylenol and the flu?"

He only shrugs, scrubbing at his nose with a sniffle. 

"Poor thing. You must be feeling really crummy if you're admitting it to me already." 

As if in response, he suddenly turns away from her and presses his elbow to his face to catch a loud, miserable pair of throat scraping sneezes. 

"HehyYIIZSHHhoo! hihtESHHHiew!"

"Bless you, babe," she coos sympathetically. "Those sounded rough. Why don't you go change clothes and get more comfortable?"

To her surprise, he shakes his head. "I'd rather stay with you." 

"With me? Why? I'll just be cooking for a while longer yet."

"I know." He makes his way to a nearby chair gingerly, as if in pain, and slowly lowers himself down. "And I'll sit with you while you cook." 

She smiles at him over her shoulder. "Needing some extra company tonight because you're not feeling good?"

"I guess maybe." He unbuttons the cuffs of his shirt and begins to roll up his sleeves, shaky but determined, giving her a tiny smile. She loves when he shows off his forearms, and he is well aware of that fact. He loves to tease her about it, and use it to his advantage when necessary. 

Worry stirs in her heart nonetheless. "Too warm?" she asks. 

"Only a little." 

"Think you're feverish?"

"Don't think so. You can check if you want, though," he says with a sleepy yawn. 

Of course she moves to his side right away, pressing her lips to his forehead this time. "You might feel a little warm… or else it's my imagination. I think you're probably okay for now."

"That's good," he sniffles. "I need to rest for a bit and I don't want you fussing around with the thermometer." He props his head up on one hand, elbow on the table. "Tell me about your day," he says with another yawn. 

Unable to miss the sore-sounding rasp in his voice, yet flattered her company was wanted in spite of that, she willingly takes over the conversation. "Okay, so you know all the drama that's been going on between Kelly and Amanda? So today…."

She talks for a long time as she cooks, filling him in on the mundane goings-on at her workplace. He nods and frowns and laughs at the correct places, but his sniffling, throat clearing, and fittish coughing are a constant backdrop, and his eyes gradually take on a foggy, glazed look that she knows from experience will get worse before it gets better. Still, she so rarely gets his undivided attention, busy and easily distracted as he tends to be, that she continues as long as she can. 

The spell is broken at last when he erupts into another painful sounding sneezing fit, one that she had seen him struggling against for several minutes. 

"TTSSSZ'shieww! heh'TIHSSHH! "HAHHT'zzxxsshh!"

"Bless you, love," she says as he blows his nose. "You're sounding worse, not better. Think you're ready to go shower yet?"

"If I must," he sighs, slowly standing. "Maybe it'll help."

"Help what?" 

"...Everything." He huffs an approximation of a laugh.

"Aww, poor guy. I hope it does help. I don't know why you've put it off for so long as it is, Mister Showers-Three-Times-A-Day."

"What can I say? I like being clean-n…." The last word is cut off by a hoarse cough, followed by several more. 

She can only look on worriedly. He looks so miserable and pitiful as he quiets that she can't help but go wrap her arms around him. He sags into the hug weakly. 

"Those made my chest hurt just hearing them," she murmurs in his ear. "You need to rest. The sooner you go change, the sooner you can lie down."

He grunts in assent and reluctantly pulls away, turning to shuffle toward the stairs that lead to the master bath. She watches him until he's out of a sight, torn between fondness and concern.  

He returns in due time, freshly showered but otherwise looking no better. If anything his fatigue is more visible without his work clothes to give the appearance of composure, though she loves the ugly, red sweater he's wearing in the way one loves familiar, comforting things. He shuffles his way to the couch and collapses into the corner, letting his head fall back with a weary (and wheezy) sigh. 

Dinner is ready only moments later. She prepares a plate for him and sets it down on a TV tray at his side. He perks up a little and pulls the food closer with murmured thanks, digging in eagerly enough. She joins him on the couch with her own plate and turns on the National Geographic channel for background noise. They don't talk much as a rule during dinner, both of them preoccupied with their own thoughts and plates. He eats some of everything, enough that she doesn't worry too much, then brings his plate into the kitchen and clears it. She listens to him sniffle and cough the whole time, not quite drowned out by the sound of the TV, especially when he sneezes twice in quick succession, and wonders once more if he's playing it up a touch because he's tired, or if he's coming down with something nasty. 

He sinks back into the couch when he returns, bundling a blanket around himself this time. His eyes follow the screen, but he seems distant and unfocused. His blinking gets heavier and heavier, and in no time he's sleeping, head tucked into the corner and snoring softly. 

She leaves the TV playing and takes the opportunity to wash and dry the dishes while he naps. She wonders, though, how much rest he's getting. Between the snoring and the interspersed coughing fits triggered by the snoring, she can't imagine sleeping is doing him much good presently. 

Once the dishes are finished, she makes her way back to the living room to find he has changed positions. He's now lying on his back, sprawled out across the whole couch, still bundled in blankets and snoring even louder if possible with an arm thrown over his eyes. She turns off the overhead light, and she thinks he relaxes slightly. Since the TV seems to be the last thing on his mind, she changes the channel to one of her shows. Upon hearing the new program, he groans softly and rolls over to face the back of the couch. She goes to his side, nudging his shoulder. 

"Sit up a sec. And scootch down a little."

He groggily does as he's told, and she sits where his head was, putting a pillow on her lap for him. He smiles a tiny smile as he assumes his new position.

"Thanks, babe," he rasps. 

"Sure. How're you feeling?"

"Cruddy. I ache all over." 

"Do you want to go to bed?"

"I dunno," he mumbles, barely audible. 

"Hmm. Just try to relax, then," she whispers as she begins to run her fingers through his hair and rub his neck. He's asleep again in no time, and he's no longer snoring, for which she is grateful. 

They stay that way for a long time, her watching TV, him dozing. She mostly lets him be, stroking his hair if he gets restless and starts coughing, but she can't keep her eyes from straying to his face every so often. After a while she begins to note the saturated tone his skin has taken on, even visible in the dim light. Yet when she tries to push the blanket down, he clutches it tighter with a little moan, though he doesn't seem to wake.

With careful maneuvering, she reaches for the thermometer she'd brought with her and positions it under his arm, trying to disturb him as little as possible. He seems not to notice, sleeping on, or so she thinks. Yet when she removes the device to check it, she makes a concerned 'tsk' in spite of herself. At the sound, he shifts ever so slightly and his eyes meet hers.

"What's the verdict?" he croaks. 

"You've officially progressed from tissues and the couch to medicine and bed," she whispers. 

"Lucky me," he sighs. "So that means I have to move, then?"

"Indeed it does." She prods him to sit up, and he sluggishly complies, but then immediately sags against her when he's sitting, his head falling onto her shoulder as he yawns hugely. 

"C'mon, love. You shouldn't stay down here. We'll get the heating pad going for your aches and Vicks for that cough so hopefully you can be comfortable and get some real sleep. You've got a hell of a fever already. I don't want it to get any worse." 

"Hell of a fever, huh?" He chuckles tiredly. "I'm glad I've impressed you. So what do I win for my effort?"

She laughs too. She shifts him off of her so she can stand, then takes his hands and pulls him up behind her, speaking as she does. "If you keep impressing me like this tomorrow, you'll win an all-expenses paid day home from work in our luxurious bridal suite with bottomless soup and tea. You might even get a soothing massage, if you play your cards right."

"Hihh'KHHTCH! TZZZ'SCHUUH!"

The sneeze bursts over the second half of her joke, and she's slightly miffed that he probably missed most of it. But he still smiles wanly as she blesses him.

"I guess I'll take it. But are you gonna sleep in the other room to avoid my germs?"

"Should I?"

He shakes his head. "I'm cold and sore and I need you in bed with me more than ever. I don't want to be alone. Even if I am gross and sneezy."

She stretches up to kiss his hot forehead. "If you need me there, then of course I'll be there, germs and all."

She begins to lead the way to their bedroom, and he finally follows. Of course he has to cough as they walk, and his coughing is sounding even chestier and more painful than before. She's glad when they reach their destination and she can help him into bed at last. He groans weakly as he sinks into the mattress with a shudder, and she can't tell if it's from pleasure or discomfort. She thinks it's likely both. 

" 'm so achy," he croaks again, reading her thoughts. "Can barely move."

"Let's see if we can do something about that," she murmurs, tucking the blankets around him. 

She fusses around for a bit, getting all the things he needs. But once he's drunk a good amount of water and taken medicine and is lying on a heating pad with plenty of Vicks, she throws on her pajamas and crawls in beside him. He wastes no time in closing any distance between them, enveloping them both in the scent of menthol. He muffles a cough behind his lips as he presses his face against her side, then sighs as she begins to scratch his back. 

"I hope you don't get too warm from sleeping with me," he mumbles. "I probably feel sweltering to you."

"You do," she agrees. "But it's not the first time I've slept with you when you're running a fever and it won't be the last I'm sure. Your comfort is what matters right now."

She feels him smile against her but doesn't reply, letting her ease him into sleep by her gentle hand on his back. 

[elaina-writes-things]

This idea is HILARIOUS. Content below is very suggestive, please take this silly little drabble.

"Take your top off."

You shivered, eyes widening in surprise. Lucifer was a passionate lover, for sure, but every time the two of you engaged in intimacy, he was much more romantic about it. His sudden declaration didn't displease you, however; it had been a week or so since your last romp in the sheets, so you shrugged off your shirt and reached for him with a sultry smile.

"Perfect, my love," said the blonde, granting you an appreciative kiss. Nimble fingers ghosted up your waist and cupped the underside of your breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze through your bra that had you hissing against his mouth.

He pulled away after a few seconds, crimson eyes alert and drinking in every move you made. The seraphim grabbed the arms of your chair and dragged you closer to the desk on the far side of his room, positioning you so close you were pressing into it with your chest resting on the top.

Confused but into it, you sat still, humming when he leaned over you to press another kiss into the side of your throat.

"Yeah, sweetheart, stay right there for me," he murmured against the skin. "Sit nice and pretty."

Maybe he was gonna crawl under the desk and eat you out? You'd done something similar to him just a month ago in order to help him relieve some stress after a long day of meetings with the Deadly Sins. The thought helped stoke the low fire in your belly and you squeezed your thighs together with a heavy sigh.

"Whatever you want, Lu —"

Shkkshhhhh

That sound drew your gaze to the edge of the table, where the same lithe hand that had groped you and dragged your body across the room was currently perched on a tiny skateboard.

Lucifer's brow was furrowed in concentration as he moved it around, doing a couple back and fourths before he drove it up the curve of your tit. He made the skateboard roll around the top for a second, then used your pillowy boob to make it do a kick flip over to the other one.

"Yes!! Oh, that was sick!"

You didn't have words. You watched, dumbfounded, as Lucifer excitedly drove the tech deck between the table and you for a solid minute. Exhausted and no longer aroused, you eventually stood up from the table and went to bed.

I honestly imagine lucifer wanted to tech deck on some titties or just play cars on your ass

[heartofwritiing]

Baby Kicks.

paring(s): Edmund Pevnsie x fem!reader

warning(s): none just fluff, ignore my mistakes!

Summary: the baby kicks and y/n doesn’t want ed to miss it :)

a/n: hello loves! enjoy this quick little drabble i wrote on my phone! requests are open!

“Edmund!”

The cry of the second Pevnsie brothers name, echos through the castle halls and he halts in his tracks. He recognized the voice to be his wife Y/N who was six months pregnant he knew where you were and your call sounded desperate so he took off towards your shared room.

When he got to the door he pushed it open struggling a bit to get it to open, since it was a heavy oak door. When he entered Edmund stumbled through the room and frantically asking Y/N what was wrong.

“Love, whats wrong?” he rushed to her side of the bed were she was laying with a hand over her belly, she seemed to be in no pain at all.

“the baby kicked!” she told him grinning.

he sighed in relief and took her hand in his.

“I thought you were hurt, you scared me.” he scolded.

She gave him a sheepish smile and shrugged her shoulders.

“I’m sorry love but i didnt want you to miss it this time,” she laughed.

He looked up at her and back to her swollen belly. “are they still kicking?” he asked. Y/N took Edmunds hand and lifted it to the side where she felt the baby kick the most. almost instantly Edmund felt a tiny punch against his hand and he gasped in awe.

“someone’s excited,” he laughed.

“thats your daddy,” Y/N leaned down to speak to her stomach. “he loves you very much.” Edmund then leaned in to place a kiss on the spot where the baby kept kicking, which earned another kick to Y/Ns womb. They sat there in silence enjoying each others company until the sound of footsteps broke the silence and four figures stood in the doorway of the King and Queens room.

Lucy, Peter, Susan and Caspian all stood in the door way with their weapons drawn ready for a fight.

“whats wrong? we heard Y/N scream all the way from the library.” Peter was the first to speak. Edmund laughed while Y/N gave them all a guilty expression.

“Sorry everyone but, it was just the baby kicking again and Ed didnt get the chance to feel it yet.” Y/N apologizes. They all visibly relax and put their weapons away. Lucy put her dagger back into her holster and rushed over to the other side of the bed where Edmund wasn’t.

“They kicked again!?” she asked excitedly. “can I feel?” You nodded and she grind. Susan propped her bow up near the door and made her way to your side as well sitting closest to the headboard. Peter and Caspian just stood at the end of the bed awkwardly watching as Lucy placed her hand gently trying to feel for a kick.

Edmund looked at his younger sister in confusion.

“Lu? how did you get to feel the baby kick before i did?”

Lucys eyes widened realizing what she said.

“just the other day and i promised y/n i wouldn’t tell you.” her lips thin.

Edmund looked to you and you just tried not to laugh. You looked around the room to see everyone smiling and laughing as Edmund and Lucy bickered. You placed a hand on your swollen belly and sighed at your family. your wonderful crazy family.

[carladuquette]

It's the most wonderful time of the year

Ch. 1: Lu and Nadia

I'm back to writing! I started working on the update for my ongoing WIP, but I'm also in such a Christmas mood that this happened: Some Christmas drabbles with the OG Elite characters. This first one is mostly fluff: Lu and Nadia's first Christmas in New York, set half a year after the events of the S3 finale.

Obviously there was more to this gift than was visible at first glance, so Lu tried to keep the smile on her face and looked at the paper in her hands again. Don't be ungrateful, she told herself. Nadia had gone along with her Christmas mania, had let Lu turn their tiny apartment into a silver-and-pink winter wonderland starting in mid-November and had even cooked for tonight - for a holiday she wouldn't normally celebrate.

[for-a-muse-of-fire]

oh, but you’re good to me

the wench and the witcher

"oh, but you’re good to me”

Fandom: The Witcher (2019)

Paring: Geralt of Rivia x Black!OFC - Zahra Auberel. Platonic!Jaskier x Zahra.

Summary:  Midaëte brings the height of summer, and a reconciliation. 

Warnings: Rated Mature due to brief mention of sex. Please don’t interact if you are under the age of 18.

A/N: Well, what started as a simple reader insert character grew into a fully-formed OC through the course of this series. And now we have reached the end! Well, mostly. I have some random outtakes and drabbles that I’m sure will crop up, but my (eventual) multi-chapter will feature Geralt and Zahra as they navigate some... interesting magical developments. 

But, for now, I call this the end of The Wench and The Witcher. Thank you guys so much for your kind words, reblogs, likes - this is honestly the most I’ve written in years and knowing that y’all have enjoyed it warms the cockles of my heart. Title and lyrics under the cut from Hozier’s “Would That I” which I think might be my favorite Hozier song full-stop, hands down. 

@coconutxraikage - @onyour-right - @ly–canthrope - @kianya-loves - @c-s-stars - @gczanetti1 - @alwaysnatz - @agniavateira - @owillofthewisps​ - @hina-chans-stuff - @yespolkadotkitty​ - @wastingmypotential​ - @inber​

With each love I cut loose, I was never the same Watching still-living roots be consumed by the flame I was fixed on your hand of gold Layin' waste to my lovin' long ago

“Contracts from the butcher and the miller,” Lucja rattles off. “And Jaskier returned your message – says he’s very much looking forward to performing for the solstice festival.”

 She gives a hum as she thumbs through the stack of papers on the desk. “I’m sure he’ll be happy to see you, as well,” she teases.

 Lucja’s pretty round face goes pink, making her employer grin. The older woman pauses when she finds an unfamiliar piece of folded parchment among the stack of invoices. Slim brown fingers unfold the sharply folded letter and suddenly her heart is in her throat. “Lucja… where did this come from?”

 “Oh… it, ah, came with Jaskier’s reply. Do you want me to get rid of it?”

 Though half-tempted to let Lucja burn the letter, she bites her lip and shakes her head. “No,” she murmurs. “Thank you, Lu’ – that will be all.”

 Her young barmaid flashes a sympathetic smile and closes the door behind her. The neatly looped scrawl of the letter makes something around her heart ache. She’d always been surprised by how tidy the Witcher’s handwriting was:

 I don’t

 This isn’t what

 I’m not – fucking shit fuck 

 The first time I saw you, it was like walking into the light of the sun after half a lifetime in the cold. And it was so fucking cold that night.

 You were like summer.

 It’s cold again now, without you. I don’t know what I’m doing

 Two weeks later:

I wanted want wanted to bring you to see Kaer Mohren. I know you said you like the ocean more than the mountains, but I think this place could change your mind. You would get on with Eskel like a house on fire. He’s more of a southerner, like you.

 I told him about the time you tried to teach me to cook and he nearly pissed himself laughing.

 Lambert’s a shit. Vesemir already likes you.

 You’d like it here. The kitchen is nearly as big as the whole front room of the tavern. Library’s bigger.

 Garden’s a fucking nightmare, though.

 We could go to the ocean, too. Anywhere you want.

 The missives don’t come with any real regularity. A few at a time, a week-long gap, but they never stop. She thinks about writing back, at first, but deciphering where the Witcher is would likely be impossible and… gods, she’s still so damned angry. The White Wolf receives no reply.

Regardless, the letters keep coming.

 The thing is, I don’t know what else there is besides The Path - this life of slaying monsters and getting paid in coin. I was told that was all I needed and I believed it for a very long time. There was nothing to challenge that, not until I met you.

 You were are so fucking beautiful. And warm, and bright, and vulgar, and kind, and a pain in my ass and I should have told you how much you meant to me, but I couldn’t parse it out until just now, and I am an idiot. And a coward. I thought that telling myself you were an amusement would be enough, that I would be content with warming your bed, but I can’t do that anymore. I can’t keep lying about how much I need you.

 I need you, Zee. It feels like I’m missing my fucking sword arm.

 The words on the page blur together. She brushes them with her fingertips, almost smiling even as the tears catch in her lashes:

 I miss the way you laugh at Jaskier’s dirty songs.

 I miss the way you used my legs to keep your feet warm at night.

 I miss that fucking rabbit stew.

 I miss the way you’d look at me when I walked in the door.

 I miss the sounds you make when I’m inside of you. The way you taste.

 I miss your eyes. And your smile.

 Your voice. Your terrible fucking singing.

 You are my home. You’re my harbor and my safe haven.

 I love you. I’m sorry. Please forgive me.

   ---

Midaëte approaches. With it, a week’s worth of festivities, and food and drink, leading up to the day of the solstice. It means early mornings in the kitchen and late nights in the tavern. The evenings are balmy, windows and doors thrown open to allow the scent of summer air and night-blooming flowers to drift through.

 For a time, she is so busy that she forgets to be heartsore. Geralt’s letters – page after yellowing page – sit tied with a gold ribbon in her desk drawer. Confessions and apologies, promises and rambling stories that she keeps picking up to read again and again. It’s a veritable book, more than he’d ever seen fit to say in person and she’s not sure whether to be infuriated or hopeful, but there’s barely time. Thank the gods.

  Business booms, between trades-folk coming in for the market day, then musicians, then families. She drinks a little, dances when there is time; she lets Lucja weave tiny yellow purple flowers into her hair for Midaëte Eve and dresses in white and yellow to enjoy the evening. Or try to, at least. The main room is full almost to bursting, patrons laughing, carousing, and eventually spilling out into the courtyard to dance in the falling dusk.

 Zahra watches from the doorway. A few try to tempt her into the circle for a reel and they receive a grateful smile with her refusal. Jaskier, however, will not be deterred.

 “You, dear lady,” he croons. “Look too lovely to be hiding in the shadows.”

 “Jas…”

 “One dance. Just one – you might even have fun by mistake.”

 She rolls her eyes, but the bard just grins and lifts her hand for a kiss. He leads her, hand-in-hand out to the courtyard; Jaskier gives a nod to his fellow players and they begin with a sharp beat that eases into a lovely, familiar melody.

 “You know this one, ducky?” Jaskier queries with a smile. She nods and he takes the lead.

 It’s a simple step, to start with. A sweet back and forth to match the sweet, flowing verse of the song. The touch of Jaskier’s hand on her low back offers guidance, keeps her moving in gentle circles around him until the real movement begins. Swinging, agile steps carry Zahra and her partner around in wide loops. The mingle with other dancers, threading hands to spin back together and then apart.

 Jaskier grips her waist across the front, and she follows suit. The dizzying spin turns the world into a wash of summer colors for a moment and she can’t help but laugh. It feels good to be light again.

 The bard turns her under his arm and into the hands of the next man. There’s a moment of hesitation, a moment where she considers bowing out and going back to her corner, but the tabor still thrums in her blood and it’s such a beautiful night.

 Still smiling, she curtsies, and is lead back through the steps again. Her partner leads easily, light of foot and loose of tongue – from her ale, more like than not – but he’s kind, and sweet, and so funny that she’s nearly in tears when she’s suddenly spun away to her next partner. She catches the fabric of her skirts to add a flourish to the spin; the soft yellow cotton dances with her.

 When spins to a stop, she sees black, at first. Matte black buttons, black tunic shirt – worn, but cleaner than it usually is. The silver wolf’s head medallion sparks in the torchlight.

 Zahra looks up into the face of Geralt of Rivia and the music goes dull behind the roar of blood in her ears. It feels a bit like standing on a ledge cliff and looking down to gauge the fall. She feels dizzy, and terrified, and wonderfully breathless. Heart in her mouth, she spies Jaskier out of the corner of her eye.

 The bard grins. Bastard.

 “Zahra…”

 The Witcher’s voice rumbles through her like soft summer thunder. Strong fingers grip hers, and he lifts her knuckles to his lips. His honey-gold eyes are more earnest and honest than she’s ever seen them – he asks the question without moving his lips. Zahra nods.

 Geralt leads her in the dance and everything falls away.

  She hears the music, feels it sing through her, but her focus remains on the white-haired mutant at her side. His hand spans her back, warm through her dress and stays; the lightest pressure of his fingertips, or palm, guides her to turn, or step, or pivot in time with him. It shouldn’t be surprising to her, how well he moves – she’s seen him fight, and his grace with a sword, and how would dancing be any different?  He doesn’t look away from her once and the heat of his gaze flushes over her. The Witcher very nearly smiles.

 Geralt turns her under his arm, guides her through the last few measures of the song. He steps away, takes his warmth with him, and bows. Zahra curtsies in return.

 The crowd, the rest of the world, rushes back over them. The townsfolk whistle, and stomp, for a moment determined to swarm in and start up another country dance, and Geralt grips her hand tight for a moment. She sees him hesitate before he asks, simply, “Can we talk?”

 Most of the party has spilled into the streets, leaving the tavern itself practically empty. Lucja still keeps to her spot behind the bar, green eyes going wide when she spies Zahra and her guest in tow. The girl’s pretty face splits into a knowing smile that makes Zahra’s face go hot.

 It’s mostly dark in her study. The small hearth fire has gone to smoldering embers, and it gives her the opportunity to light a few candles and collect her utterly scattered thoughts. She flicks out the last taper and finally looks up at Geralt. He stands just inside the closed door, just as he used to. It’s familiar – it feels like it’s been years, or decades, or maybe just a few hours. His honey-colored gaze still holds a heat that sings over her skin. She drops her eyes to the desk.

 The last letter sits there, creased and folded from how many times she’s read it. Zahra picks at the parchment. Keeping her focus on Geralt’s neat lettering seems easier than looking at the Witcher himself. “Did Jaskier put you up to this?” she teases half-heartedly.

 Geralt exhales on a chuckle. “Something like. Threatened to garrote me with a lute string.”

 She smiles, in spite of herself. When she lifts her head and meets his eyes, it takes a moment to catch her breath. For a few heartbeats, she simply stares. Gods, he is still so beautiful. She swallows hard and feels her throat go dry.

 “Did you mean what you wrote?” she asks.

 “You know I did, Zee.”

Gold eyes go guarded again. He doesn’t go totally cold, but she can see the way he builds up his walls to prepare for the worst. He steps forward. Second-guesses – stops.

 “What I do – what I am – I can’t change it,” he rumbles. “I’m still a Witcher, Zahra. A mutant. I can’t… I can’t give you normal, sweetheart – ”

 “Gods, Geralt - fuck normal.”

 ---

 “Fuck normal.”

 She says it with such passionate certainty that it startles a laugh out of him. The soft yellow of her skirt floats like woven sunlight around her legs. Like the sun, it almost hurts to look at her, but fuck all, that’s all he wants to do. He watches her face, watches her chew her lip; feels his slow pulse try to speed up when she steps closer. His fingers itch to curl around her waist.

 “I never asked for normal, Geralt,” she whispers. The way her voice cracks pulls tight around his heart. “I don’t want normal. I want you. That’s it. Can… can you give me that, or no?”

 The Witcher’s footfalls carry him to her. He studies her face; re-acquaints himself with the curve of her cheek and the dimple that presses there. She all but melts into his touch when his thumb brushes her cheek. He pulls her into the circle of his arms. She’s still soft, and warm; he closes his eyes, feels his muscles go lax with relief when she holds fast, locking her arms around his back. Geralt presses his face against the smooth curve of her shoulder.

 It feels like stepping into the light of the sun after ages in cold and rain. “I love you, Zahra,” he breathes.

 Her soft, tearful laugh settles warm into his heart. “I love you, Geralt.”

 He gives a pleased murmur, lets the tip of his nose trail lazy circles over her shoulder. When he inhales, the warm, soft smell of her skin eases back into his lungs. From shoulder to neck, the Witcher draws in slow breaths and ghosts his lips over the exposed skin he finds until Zahra shivers. “What are you doing, Witcher?” she whispers, breathless.

 “Hmm… taking your scent back,” he mumbles. “I missed this smell.”

 His lips ease along the shell of her ear. She still gasps when he nips at the crux of her jaw. “I missed you, love,” he growls.

 Geralt takes his time. He savors the smell and the taste of her skin, humming lowly when Zahra’s hands grip at his back. The sweetness of her begins to bloom with heat, with the richness of desire – want – and when he sets his teeth gently against her pulse point, she moans delicately.  Insistent fingers tangle in his hair; she whispers his name and pulls him to her lips. She kisses him like a woman starved and it feels like his heart might thunder its way free of his chest. He lifts her onto the edge of the desk and comes to stand between her parted thighs, gathering the soft yellow cotton of her skirts up. Her fingers yank at the buttons on his trousers.

  It’s a quick, desperate of coupling. Mingled breath and bitten off sighs – greedy kisses with fingers gripped in the front of his shirt. She flutters hotly around his cock with a whimper and a curse. He groans against her mouth when he comes. Zahra drinks down the noise with a grin on her lips.

 Geralt stays put for more than a year. It’s good.

 The Path still calls, and he still follows, but she finds she’s able to let go of the fear. It’s no longer a question of ‘if’ but ‘when’ in terms of Geralt’s return. And if he knows it’s going to be a long journey, or if the mood simply strikes him, he writes -

 I miss you.

 I love you.

 Sometimes no more than a line, sometimes full paragraphs – even pages –  but he always tells her when he plans to return. When he’ll be home.

 It’s nearly spring next time he rides back in, market day in full swing as he passes through the township gate with Roach at his side. Vendors call their wares, families and merchants wander the stalls as he peers out from the shadow of his cloak. He finds the trail of Zahra’s scent past the cloying smell of cut flowers and rounds to corner to find her chatting with the butcher’s daughter.

 The younger woman catches his gaze. Geralt watches the girl grin and give his woman – his woman – a nudge, nodding in his direction. Zahra is already smiling when she turns, and the Witcher has the pleasure of watching her face flash from surprise to joy in the space of a heartbeat. She moves to him, a walk that becomes a jog, and then a final sprint that launches her into his arms. He curls his free arm tight around her waist. Immediately, he has his face pressed to her hair. Zahra’s laughter rings softly in his ears when she draws back, just enough to look up into his face.

 At her throat, the polished wolf’s tooth is bright against her brown skin. “Welcome home, my love,” she murmurs.

 The greeting settles warm over him like the sunlight. Geralt pulls her close again, kissing her in full view of half the town. She shivers sweetly in his arms and pulls her fingers through his hair. He hears a wolf-whistle, and a smattering of applause that makes Zahra giggle against his mouth.

 “People are staring,” she teases softly.

 He smirks. “Let them,” he tells her before kissing her once more. She tastes of clover honey.

 She smells of sunshine.

 She feels like home.

[hagofgreen]

Fic Questionaire

How many works do you have on AO3?

Like 2. I write my first drafts long hand and then lose motivation when in comes to typing them up so I've got a heap of fics that never got posted for that reason. In this case though, I just haven't been using my AO3.

What's your total AO3 word count?

1193. Both the fics I have up there are tiny. I actually have another one that could go up but I haven't bothered typing it yet.

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

At least 7. Naruto, Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles, Zombie Powder, XXXHolic, Avatar: the Last Airbender, Boku no Hero Academia, World Trigger (there's probably more, I can't believe I never wrote a Harry Potter fanfiction, but I also can't find/remember any).

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

I still only have 2 fics on AO3, and ff dot net didn't use a kudos system (also most of my fics are literally collecting dust in my home somewhere). Ignoring that, the top 2 are based off someone elses fic, so I basically piggy backed off their popularity. The other 3 are from high school. 2 are crack fics and the other was about as intelligable because of how confusing the whole thing was.

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I do on AO3, but before that I couldn't be bothered most of the time.

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

I wrote a tumblr drabble about Lu Ten dying. I also wrote a fic about clone!Syaoran leaving the Tsubasa gang because he couldn't trust himself around them and made myself sad.

Have you ever recieved hate on a fic?

No actually. I think my fics never got popular enough for people to write hate just 'cause.

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Nope (there are different kinds of smut?).

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Again, not to my knowledge.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I was going to, but all three of us are master procrastinators so it never happened.

What's your all time favourite ship?

I'm a multi-shipper at heart. Write a ship well enough/with enough conviction and I'll ship it (that's how I started on Temari/Itachi fics. Please feel free to ask me about the Temari and Hidan fic from way back when).

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

Signing Off Chibi Kurogane. I've got about 17 chapters written in a plastic pocket in my living room somewhere, but it's one of the ones that never got typed up, in part becasuse I wanted to have actual chibi sketches at the bottom of the chapter but I can't draw for shit and never got around to teaching myself to draw chibis.

What are your writing strengths?

Maybe plot twists? I like leading readers to water only to reveal it was salt water the whole time once they've had a sip. Not so much in fics though (that's a lie, both my crack fics I mentioned earlier had plot twists, and I have No Regrets).

What are your writing weaknesses?

Endings. I never know how to finish things and it shows.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Do it. It adds a lot to the story, but it can depend on how it's done. Hover text on AO3 is super useful but I can't use it on mobile, so translations need to be accessible aside from that as well. But in some cases you don't want/need to translate (I'm thinking of R2D2 and Groot). Accents are a lot more hit and miss for me, but in general I still enjoy them.

What was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

Probably Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles. For those who care, it was also my first manga.

What's your favourite fic you've ever written?

Honestly, that first fic is probably still one of my favs. I like my other fics just fine, but that Tsubasa fic will always have a special place in my heart.

I was tagged by @neuronary to do this. If you follow me and wanna do it, please do (and feel free to tag me so I can see too).

[exhoe-imagines]

Since I am in the midst of wedding planning, would love to hear what you guys think each of the EXO boys' wedding would turn out like (assuming their partners give them total control 😂)! But also an important lesson I learned: social distancing doesn't stop people from reaching out virtually to you so me time became so much more essential these days!!

teehee we’re still so excited for your wedding 🥺🥺🥺 and we had a lot of fun discussing this crackhead shit LOL – also you’re SO right. texting is suddenly blowing up and i’m like “time to check out” JKDSJFAKWE

minseok ✧ i feel like he’s a great middle ground. he’ll keep you sane and handle the stuff that you don’t have time for, he’ll give valid and real comments, but won’t be controlling. it’s very much a team effort. unless you want like a candy bar or something bc “darling, that’s a little out there.” and you’re like minseok, have some FUN. live your best LIFE. but it’s ok bc he’ll get you everything you want as a surprise and you’ll cry like “omg” and he’ll just PREEN bc YES he IS the greatest husband 😌

luhan ✧ im sorry you’re giving HIM control? u want him to go into CARDIAC ARREST??? if you want your wedding to take place in a shack with 6 people attending, then sure, by all means, give lu control. but if not, please for the love of GOD do not ask him. he’ll put in comments every now and then (for cake flavors definitely or like. his tie color or some shit like that) but if you ask him to pick between maroon and rhubarb he’ll ERROR 404: LUHAN IS NOT RESPONDING. and just stand there like a mannuquein 😳😳😳

yifan ✧ oh christ don’t do that to him, he can only handle so much LOL. he’ll defintiely tag along for everything bc he’s clingy and he wants to see the dress/tux/whatever you pick and you’re like “it’s a surprISE YIFAN” but he does Not Care. but he doesn’t know the difference between silk or satin so he’s basically no help KAMFKSFJKE. he does pull up with the hella gaudy shit tho and you’re like “yifan you cannot have GOLD CHAINS as part of your outfit” and he’s like “but babe,, the swag” 😎

junmyeon ✧ ok myeon is the MVP. he’s like Peak Husband Material. he’s picky but sweet – makes sure you get what you want but isn’t a groomzilla u feel? like he’ll send that sickly sweet smile to the dress/tux assistant and be like “my love asked for the WHITE piece, not the IVORY, thank you :)” and they’re like “o-of course mr. kim!!” and you’re like “omg junmymeoN PLS.” but everyone loves him bc he tips well and is geniunely kind when he isn’t standing up for you LMAO 😂 

yixing ✧ ok definitely another good balance one. he’ll let you know who he wants invited, what kinda traditional things are a Must Have, etc. but he’s SO SUPPORTIVE of what you want. like you can geniunely pick ANYTHING as long as he gets his like,, two small requirements. you could walk out in a trash bag and be like “i want this” and he’d tear up like “anything you want, baobei” and drop $4k to get a gucci plastic bag. deadass. and god he CRIES at the wedding bc you do SO well and keep his wishes in mind and WOW he loves u 😭

baekhyun ✧ ok he wouldn’t do a HORRIBLE job if you gave him all the control -- who am i kidding. your wedding would end up looking like a frat party. however, he do got POPPIN ideas. he will be zero help for the vital shit, but if you want some crazy shit, he’s the man. he’ll be like “ok babe don’t be mad -- i forgot to book the venue BUT i found a tiny dog tux for Mongryong so he can be our ring bearer what do you think!!” and for a moment you consider what it would be like to live in widowhood ☠️

jongdae ✧ the PICKIEST motherfucker. ik i mentioned that in the drabble i wrote you, but like i am SERIOUS. you will go to like twelve bakeries before he finally settles on some BASIC ASS FLAVOR like vanilla and you’re like “i might murder you.” but he makes sure you’re picky too so you get EXACTLY what you want and the day of, when everything is set you’re like Hol Up. this do be poppin. it’s everything you dreamed of and you DO be having to thank jongdae for his brattiness after all 😪

chanyeol ✧ honestly bold of us to assume he’d have any role in the planning bc he’s too busy teasing you over how seriously you take it all. to keep you from going crazy tho, he pulls a few pranks and you’re 🤏🏼 this close to calling off the wedding when he makes you think the decorations came in the wrong color or some shit. but on the acutal wedding day, he surprises you with a new song/dance and you realize he’s actually been taking care of something very important this whole time too ❤️

kyungsoo ✧ god you have chosen the BEST man to plan with. he’s so patient and attends EVERY appointment with you. he takes SUCH good care of you and makes sure you’re never stressed or piling too much on your plate. just a total gentleman. he’d book you a huge bridal/groom suite for the night before the wedding with white roses and all this cheesy shit and he would NEVER LIVE IT DOWN. and then when you think he can’t get any better he surpries you with a secret honeymoon trip and you’re like “god is real huh” 🙏🏼

zitao ✧ hahaha you think you GIVE him permission and he doesn’t just TAKE it? hahaha. that’s a GOOD one. prepare for the most extra reception and ceremony you have EVER seen. but don’t worry, you and tao will be the only ones who have any opinion on the planning. your friend will be like “what if you guys-” and tao’s like “did someone say something.” so by all means, tell him everything you want, bc he WILL get it for you. and on the special day he cries like a baby and you’re like AW bc u think he’s being all lovey-dovey but he’s just like “wow i did SO good” 😢

jongin ✧ wedding? did you mean an excuse for a huge party? do not, and i can not stress this enough, do NOT give him all the control. the second you do, he’s inviting every friend and family member to come help him bc he has NO CLUE what he’s doing. but it’s ok you keep them all in check and you’ll get what you want bc your manz is whipped. and when you and your wedding party get stressed, he just hands you $15k and is like “go on a shopping trip babey ily” and you’re like “maybe you’re not THAT bad, kim” 🤑🤑🤑

sehun ✧ he INSISTS on being included in every MINISCULE step. i mean EVERYTHING. and so you’re like “fine baby, what do you want?” and his mind goes blank. he truly has no opinion. no help whatsoever. you’re like “cream or ivory?” and he’s like “what’s that.” so he ends up flaking and you plan most of it – thankfully !! but when you walk down the aisle he SOBS and you’re like “ok fine you’re redeemed” 🥰

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🌙 SLEEPOVER SATURDAY 🌙

[janaikam]

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Summary: Harper Couffaine-Roth absolutely loves the story of how she came into her parent's lives.

Fic under the cut

It had been a perfect day for seven-year-old Harper Couffaine-Roth. She and her best friend Emma Dupain-Cheng got to perform their own song for their parents. Her Papa, the professional songwriter, had said that their song was the best he had heard in a while. He even offered to help them polish it up if they wanted.

After, as a treat for doing such a ‘groovy’ job, Daddarino let her play stylist—one of Harper’s favorite games. It was rare when she got to play with Daddarino because he hated when people messed with his hair, but Harper loved how long and soft his blonde hair was.

Now the day was ending, and the perfect end to a perfect day was for Papa to tell her one of his bedtime stories before bed.

He had already tucked her into bed and had turned to look at her bookshelf for inspiration.

“What story do you want to hear tonight?” Papa mused.

Before Harper could respond, Daddarino popped his head into the room.

“Is it story time!?” he asked, excitement written on his face.

“It is, but—”

At the confirmation that it indeed was storytime, Daddarino slid into the bed next to Harper and looked up expectantly at Papa.

Papa sighed, pulling up a chair to the side of the bed. “So what kind of story would you like to hear, Harpsie?”

Harper hummed, thinking for a moment. “How about the one where you got me?”

“Again? You really love that one huh?”

Harper nodded excitedly.“It’s my favoriteeee!”

“I don’t think I’ve heard that one,” Daddarino said.

“That’s ‘cause you were there XY,” Papa deadpanned.

“Really!? Ooh, this story just got inch resting.” Daddarino leaned in closer to Harper, causing her to let out a giggle.

Papa rolled his eyes, the biggest of grins on his face. “Okay, okay, shall I get on with the story?”

“Yes, Papa!” “Yes, Blueberry.”

“Eight years ago, I had an idea…”

XXX

(Eight years ago)

“We should adopt a child,” Luka said absentmindedly, running his fingers through XY’s hair. They had been lying in bed when the thought occurred to him. Well, it wasn’t the first time Luka had thought about adopting a child, but now seemed like the perfect time to broach the subject.

“Why a child? Why not adopt a puppy? Oh or a kitten?” Luka could see XY’s eyes lighting up at the thought of adopting a kitten.

“We could definitely get a kitten, but don’t you think it would be cool to raise a child? Share our wisdom with them. Ya know be a parent.”

XY glanced up at Luka, examining his face. “Yeah okay, but we’re totally getting a kitten too. Adrien’s gonna be so jealous.”

XXX

(Seven years and 3 months ago)

“There she is.” Their social worker, Carol, pointed at a light-skinned baby with a little tuft of brown hair on her head. The baby was sleeping soundly in her bassinet, oblivious to the couple staring at her behind the glass.

Luka had never liked hospitals that much, but at that moment his discomfort with them disappeared as he glanced at the young girl that was his daughter—at least would be after the paperwork was finished.

“She’s so teeny-tiny,” XY stated, pressing his face up against the glass. “What’s her name?”

“The family wanted to leave that up to you.”

XY gasped, turning to look at Carol. “Really?!”

Carol nodded in response.

Turning towards Luka, XY gave him the ‘kitten eyes’ and started batting his eyelashes. “Lu, can I pwetty pwease name her.”

“We’re not naming our daughter Cash Money,” Luka deadpanned, giving XY a look.

“That wasn’t the one I was going to suggest. It’s not even the top one on my list,” XY mumbled. “If Cash Money is out, then Melody is out.”

Luka crossed his arms. “What’s wrong with Melody?”

“It’s too.” XY made a strumming gesture. “I dunno, cliché.”

“So what do you suggest o’ master of clichés?”

“Harper. Cause of your harp and all.”

“It’s a lyre, but Harper is a really good name. I like it.”

Luka smiled as XY punched the air, shouting, “Yes!”

After telling Carol the name they thought of —they decided her middle name would be a mix of their names— Carol left to go inform the family. Luka and XY chose to stay at the infirmary and watch their new daughter.

“Hey, when did you learn the word cliché?”

“I just read it in one of those magazines. No clue what it means.”

XXX

(Present Day)

“And after finishing up the paperwork we got to take home our new baby daughter, Harper. The End,” Papa finished. “Uh, XY, are you crying?”

Sure enough, when Harper turned to look at Daddarino, he was crying.

“It was such a beautiful story! I loved it so much!” Daddarino sobbed.

Papa shook his head slightly in amusement. “I think it’s time for Daddarino to go to bed as well. Good night, Harpsie.”

Papa leaned down to kiss her on the cheek, and Daddarino did the same.

They both got up and made their way to the door. Daddarino left first, and Papa went to turn off the lights.

“I’m glad you didn’t name me Cash Money. Otherwise, Cash Money the cat would’ve had the same name,” Harper commented, yawning and snuggling down into her covers. “Good night.”

Papa smiled and turned off the light, enveloping her room in darkness.

[doyouever-daydream]

Birthday wishes

A/N Hello lovely humans! The Alvez family, Luke, Penelope, Luna, Roxy and Sergio, are back! Honestly I have a bunch of little cousins and have worked with many children so much of my inspiration comes from witnessing their imagination, so I think there’ll be a Luna series with oneshots/drabbles about this little girl’s adventures with her parents, that being said I’m sure someday I’ll come up with an idea for when Luna was a baby or something so the timeline will be crazy. Enjoy! (Also I finished writing/queuing this at almost 3am so probably more typos than usual)

Pairing: Penelope Garcia x Luke Alvez

Wordcount: 1706 (And I thought this was gonna be a drabble)

Masterlist

It was Saturday and in an unexpected turn of events, Penelope had been called to work but only for a couple hours, in the meantime Luke stayed home with Luna and they both attempted to bathe Roxy, the result of that was all three of them wet as Roxy escaped from them and ran around the house, Sergio looked at them from a safe distance not wanting to get involved in the mess, Luke was convinced their cat was judging him.

After they finally succeeded in bathing Roxy, Luke made lunch for all of them and Penelope arrived to see her family sitting in the living room eating sandwiches and drinking lemonade they had made using their own lemons from the tree in their backyard.

“Mommy, you’re home!” Luna quickly ran to her mom and she received her with open arms.

“I am, baby, how was your morning? Did you guys have a good time?” Penelope lifted Luna in her arms and kissed her cheek.

“It was great, we bathed Roxy and we played in the garden” She replied with a big smile on her face as Penelope walked to couch and sat in it, sitting Luna in her lap.

“I’m happy to hear that, now finish your lunch, Lu” Luke offered her a glass of lemonade, she had texted earlier letting him know that she had lunch during her work meeting.

“Hello babe, how was work? Was there a problem?” Luke questioned slightly worried as to why she was called on a Saturday.

Penelope shook her head “It was just an impromptu meeting we needed to have with one of the big bosses because he was in town, they reassured us it was a one time occasion and I hope they’re not lying” She sipped on her lemonade “Wow, you guys, the lemonade is delicious”

“There’s more in the fridge if you want, mommy” Luna offered as she hurried to eat her lunch. 

“Slow down there, Luna” Luke asked her and though the little girl slowed down, she still seemed anxious to finish her sandwich.

“What’s got you in a hurry, miss?” Penelope asked as she stole a frie from Luke’s plate.

“I want to tell you something” Penelope looked at her husband with narrowed eyes to what he shrugged his shoulders, not knowing what their daughter was talking about.

“I’m done! Can I show you now?” She pleaded with big eyes.

“Go and brush your teeth and then you can show us” Luna nodded and hopped through the hallway with Roxy following closely behind, the two were inseparable since Luna had been born.

Penelope turned to see Luke with wide eyes and a smirk “What do you think it’s going on that little mind of hers?”

“I don’t know but I’m scared” He finally leaned closer to her and pecked her lips.

She sighed “I just hope she hasn’t changed her mind about her birthday party, after begging us to throw a Roxy themed party I would hate to not use all the stuff we already got”

“You insisted on printing a million stickers with Roxy’s face” Luke joked and threw his arm around her.

“I can’t believe she’s turning five already! I’m so emotional” Penelope confessed to him and he kissed her temple.

Luke sighed “I know, I can’t believe how big she is” As if on cue Luna and Roxy came back and to both, she looked five feet tall.

“I talked to my friend Kelly and she told me about the Birthday fairy” Both of her parents looked confused but not that shocked, sometimes Luna and her friends came up with the funniest ideas.

“What did she say about the Birthday fairy?” Penelope signaled her to come closer to them and then they noticed Luna was holding something, Luke placed his almost five year old on his lap.

“That you can ask for a birthday wish, it’s like Santa” Luke was starting to get nervous as to what she was gonna ask, mostly because he knew he would do everything and anything to get it for her.

“Oh, and what’s that you got here?” He asked Luna and she showed a piece of paper folded in half.

“I made a letter like I do for Santa” She opened it and gave it to him, there were random letters, a drawing and her name because she had learned to write it recently. 

Penelope tried to guess what her daughter asked for but failed to decipher her letter “Can you read it for us, baby?”

“Dear Birthday fairy, I hope you are doing okay, I’m turning five next month” She looked hesitantly to her parents as if asking if she had that part correct.

“Go on, princess” Luke winked and Penelope took another sip of her lemonade and listened to her daughter.

“And I would like a baby brother” Her mom almost choked on her drink and her dad’s eyes shot open but laughed soundly “Mommy, are you ok?”

“Yes, Lu, I’m fine” Before her parents knew what to say she continued “reading”

“I love all my cousins so much but I really like to play with Michael but he’s not my brother, he is Henry’s little brother and I want one too so I can play all the time with him, thank you very much, Luna Grace Alvez” She finished and Luke had a huge grin on his face while Penelope looked terrified.

Luke decided to have the conversation seeing his wife was still figuring out what to say “Lune, sweetheart, baby brothers take more than a month to arrive” Luna scrunched her nose and looked exactly like her mom whenever she did that.

“It’s ok, I can wait two months, you can help me mark down the days like we do for my birthday and Christmas” When she finished, she yawned as she was used to take an afternoon nap and that’s when Penelope saw her way out of the subject.

“Baby, it’s time to take a nap, come on” Luna didn’t fight her mom and quickly linked her arms around her daddy’s neck so he could carry her to her bedroom.

A good twenty minutes later Luke returned to find Penelope sitting in the same exact spot with the same worried look on her face.

“I really wasn’t expecting that” She confessed as she removed her glasses and leaned her head on the couch.

“I was surprised for a second but kind of saw it coming” Penelope glared at him with suspicion in her eyes.

“Did you put her up to this, Alvez?” He laughed and shook his head.

“No, I mean I didn’t expect it today but all of her cousins have siblings, I thought the idea would appear in her head sooner or later” She massaged her temples “Wow, is it that bad to have my children?” Once again Penelope glared at him and he swore she would throw him something “I’m kidding, I’m honestly kidding, what do you think?”

“I don’t know, I always pictured her as an only child, us as a party of five, dad, mom, daughter of our dreams, dog child, cat child” She extended her hand so Luke would sit beside her.

“Ok, then we’ll talk to her about it, we’ll find a way” As ever Luke was supportive of her and Penelope felt both thankful but also uncertain, he had a say in the decisions of their family as well.

“What do you want?” She looked at him and saw a hint of worry in his eyes “Come on, babe, be honest”

“Well I wouldn’t mind becoming a party of six but I wouldn’t even think about it if it’s something you don’t truly want” He shot her a smile, Penelope placed a hand on his cheek and he leaned into her touch “I mean it, Pen”

Penelope sighed “The truth is I’m scared, I’m just getting the hang of being a mom of one, and she’s almost five” Her eyebrows were raised and her eyes were wide open.

“Babe, it’s about learning, I don’t know how to be a dad of two either, I mean, remember how much we called JJ, Matt and Derek because we had no idea of what we were doing? And now, look at us, she’s turning into a wonderful tiny human who cares for people and animals and insects and plants, you should’ve seen her talking to the lemon tree about how we were taking the lemons so he could grow more” Luke recalled the moment and held Penelope’s hand, and Penelope thought that her daughter would make an amazing big sister.

“She cares for non living objects as well, the other day you were in Phoenix, she accidently stepped on one of my pens and cried because she had broke it” Luna’s ability to care for others was always something that amazed everyone who knew her and it made both of them really proud.

“So are you gonna think about it?” Luke asked wishing she’d say yes.

“I don’t think I have to think about it” She saw his face fell and explained herself “I mean, you’re right, I remember how scared I felt when our sweet Luna was born, and I still get scared, I mean she keeps growing up and the next thing we know we’ll be parents to a teenager and as sweet as she can be, she’s also stubborn and determined, just imagine…” Luke cut her off as he looked pale now.

“Please, don’t go there, she’s my sweet little girl who asks permission to pick flowers not to go on dates or parties and I’d like to think that’s the way it will always be” She smiled seeing him so reluctant about thinking what the future would look like in another ten years.

“Ok but if I agree can we already start talking about names? I love talking about baby names�� She wondered with excitement on her voice.

“I’d rather go straight into baby making” He suggested as he eyed her in a very suggestive way.

“Hmmm, you always have the best ideas, after all Luna’s nap just started” She smiled and let him lead both of them to their bedroom.

[holylulusworld]

Can I have Prompt #2 with Sammy x Reader? Thanks.

Screwed

3000 Followers Drabble Prompts

Prompt #2: “I don’t think this is a good idea.” “Let’s try something else.”

Warnings: awkward situations, unbearable summer heat, teasing Dean, nakedness, implied smut (a tiny hint of smut, blink and it’s gone)

Pairing: Sam x Reader, Dean, unnamed cops

Word count: 823

It’s hot, unbearably hot. Only wearing a bikini, you try to survive another day in the bunker without melting away.

“Damn, can’t you do anything about the heat?” You mutter looking at Sam.

“Sorry…I tried everything, but we have to wait for Charlie to check on the system.” Sam sighs. His chest is sweaty, and he desperately tugs at the jeans he’s wearing.

“Sam…I’m going to die…let’s get out of here. I’m already wearing a bikini. How about going to the lake?”

“It’s forbidden to swim in the lake, Y/N.” Sam mumbles.

“Who cares, Sam? We use fake FBI badges, fake credit cards and steal cars if needed but you cross the line at illegal swimming, Winchester?”

“There’s a no trespassing sign and a fence. It’s private property, Y/N. Just have a cold shower instead.”

“No way! The water is hot as hell, Samuel. You don’t want to come with me. Fine. I’ll go alone then.” You mutter pointing a finger toward Sam.

“I’ll come with you. It’s in the dead of night, Y/N.”

“My hero…” You chuckle. Your hand grabs Sam’s to lead the tall man out of the bunker to enjoy your forbidden pleasure.

—-

“You’ve got a bolt cutter?” Sam gasps watching you cut the chain around the gate open. Not caring about Sam’s concerned look you run squealing toward the cold and refreshing water. “I don’t think this is a good idea, Y/N. Let’s try something else to cool off.”

“Don’t be such a spoilsport, Sammy. Strip your clothes off and follow me, my tall hunter.” You chuckle.

“I can’t strip my pants off.”

“Why?”

“I’m not wearing boxers,” Sam admits and you smirk at his flushes face. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips as you bat your eyelashes staring up at the tall man.

“Not a problem to me, Sammy. Get out of your clothes and follow me.”

“Y/N, I can’t be naked in front of you.” Sam protests and you roll your eyes.

Giving Sam a wink you strip your bikini top off only to toss it into his face. Your bikini pants follow next and you can see the lust plastered all over your friends face. “Will you strip too or are you just going to look at me like a perv?” You tease.

“Y/N…” Sam gasps as his fingers start unbuckling his belt. Your eyes are glued to his hands as he shoves his pants down.

“Fuck…I think the water can’t cool me off enough after I saw this monster.”

“Do you want to…test it?”

“Clothes off…in the water…now!” You order running toward the water to get a moment to tame your wildly beating heart.

—-

“Sam…” You gasp as he drives madly into you. Water splashes everywhere and you are close to your second high as you hear someone getting close to the water. A flashlight aimed to your faces two cops shake their heads.

“Out of the water, hands above your head.” One of the cops orders.

“Shit…we’re screwed, Sammy.” You whisper as he carefully slips out of you.

“Sir, could you kindly give us our clothes first. I swear we won’t do anything stupid.” Sam tries.

“Not a chance. You brought this upon yourself.” The cop barks.

“At least my girlfriend’s clothes or my shirt to cover her.”

“Scott, don’t be an ass.” The female cop says.

Already picking your and Sam’s clothes up she shakes her head at the behavior of her colleague. “Did you forget we did the same only a few years ago? This was our lake before Mr. Moneybag bought it.”

—-

“What now?” You whisper as you sit at the police station, handcuffed to a bench. “I’m sorry for causing trouble.”

“Baby, this was the best thing happening to me in a long time,” Sam whispers.

“You sure?”

“I saw you naked and had you in a way I always dreamed of. As soon as Dean gets us out of here we finish what we started.”

“Count me in.”

“What did you two do?” Dean mutters walking toward you and his brother wearing his FBI outfit. “I had to come out here, wearing my fucking suit to get you out of jail!”

“We got caught.” Sam shrugs.

“Caught?”

“We wanted to swim in the lake…”

“That’s all, Y/N. Is there something else?” Dean asks a smirk on his lips.

“No…”

“I know everything you two perverts! Breaking into private property. Being naked in public and you had sex in public.” The older Winchester chuckles and you turn crimson. Trying to hide behind Sam you whine in embarrassment.

“Dean!” Sam warns.

“What? My goody in two shoes little brother got caught in the act. Damn, you two are screwed. I hope it was worth the stress.”

A big grin on his face Sam looks at his brother. “It was worth it. I would do it again anytime. Sue me, screw me, punish me…I’ll do anything to have her again…”

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[cloversdreams]

2019 Writing Summary

This was one heck of a year for me writing-wise. While HeroAca remained my main fandom, I stepped out of that comfort zone and into a bunch of different ones as well and it was a lot of fun ^^! The list is quite extensive so let’s just jump right in:

Black Clover

Lu//Gna

Of Course It's You (3529 words)

First (3255 words) E

Yuno//Asu//Leo

Rivals and Boyfriends (5308 words)

Yuno's Crisis (3500 words)

Memory Lane (7389 words) 

Tiny (3573 words)

Zora//Fin

Just One Drink (5511 words)

Weekend Getaway (5122 words) E

Salmon Rice Balls (2500 words)

Breathtaking (2500 words) 

Out of Order (4069 words) E

One Perfect Guy (4281 words)

Different Waters (8145 words) 

Happily (N)ever After (7067 words)    

In the Moment (17670 words)

Multi-ship

Black Clover Drabbles (6252 words)

Double Date (3500 words)

Bungo Stray Dogs

Ran//Poe

Emeralds and Raven Feathers (7758 words)

Rivals' Day Out (2500 words)

Sherry & Sweet Nothings (4891 words) E

A New Rivalry (6000 words)

The Spoiled Prince (15182 words)

Watermelon Kiss (4080 words)

As Long as I can Hold Your Hand (6223 words)

Ran//Poe//Chu

Strawberry Daiquiris (4170 words) E

Pillows (2500 words)

Given - Aki//Haru

A Gift is Worth a Thousand Kisses (4064 words)

Walking Disaster (2500 words)

Hungry Eyes (7000 words) M

Then He Kissed Me (2500 words)

Look What The Cat Dragged In (3000 words)

I Only Have Eyes For You (3617 words)

Good Omens - Ineffable Hubbys

Be All My Sins Remembered (43496 words)

What's in a Name? (3587 words)

To Be or Not to Be (4000 words)

Bored Gamenight (4000 words) 

Kingdom Hearts - Aku//Sai  

Irresistible (3420 words) E

One Hour Later (3866 words) E

Morning Routine (2500 words)

My Hero Academia

Baku//Shin

Dusk Till Dawn (27857 words) M

Because You Loved Me (4103 words)

Dabi//Hawks

Bad Habits (6367 words)

DabiHawks Wk Ficlets (3268 words)

The Early Bird Needs Caffeine (5190 words)

Sweet on You (5776 words)

Dave//Might

California Smash (2500 words) E

Mister Fahrenheit (2500 words)

Careful and Calculated (5747 words) M

What's Mine is Yours (3290 words)

Sentimental Old Fools (4146 words)

Kiri//Kami

A Little Cheese (6350 words)

Smitten (3448 words)

The Spy Who Loves Me (20292 words)

Sparks (4270 words)

Velvet Daydream (9000 words) 

Pretty in Pink (3442 words) E

Twelve Days of Christmas (15013 words)

Kuro//Yami

Whispers in the Dark (6050 words)

Birthdayween (8573 words) 

Shin//Todo//Baku//Deku

Kittens, Coffee, and Kisses (2500 words)

Todo//Baku

An Apple A Day (35649 words)

Todo//Baku//Deku

Masquerade (5952 words)

Adventure Awaits (6690 words) 

Todo//Shin

Amethyst (13257 words)

The Wishing Fountain (13727 words)

Eyes Like Eternity (4608 words)

Multi-ship

Double Date (5789 words)

Superspying (3003 words)

Ryukyu x Mirko x Fuyumi

Made With Love (2574 words)

Nezha - Ou//Bing

Someone Important (3688 words)

Your Hands on Me (2921 words) E

By Your Side (4278 words)

Teenage Dream (8832 words) M

A Match Made on Campus (12668 words)

Total fic count: 74

Total word count: 507,343

First fic of the year:

Dusk Till Dawn (BkShn)

Last fic of the year:

I Only Have Eyes For You (AkHru) -this one is the last fic of the decade too :o

Ship you wrote the most fics for: Zora/Fin.... wow thats actually a surprise hehe. I did fall hard and fast for that pair... there was no turning back whoops X3

Did you write more fics than you thought you would this year, less than you thought, or about what you predicted: More for sure. A heck of a lot more for new fandoms, too. I wanted to branch out a bit and wowee did I go for it haha

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted last year: God... I wrote for so many new things it’s hard to say. It could pretty much be any of them. Though I suppose Kingdom Hearts was a big surprise. Didn’t think the new game would give me so many feels about my boy AND provide him with so much canon content involving his grumpy hubby wrow.

Personal favorite fic this year: You absolutely cannot be serious. Choose one of 70+ fics? Not happening. That being said, I do have quite a large amount of feelings for HeroAca’s An Apple A Day and Velvet Daydream, BlkClv’s In the Moment, BSD’s The Spoiled Prince

Fic with most kudos:  Be All My Sins Remembered (Good Omens)

Underrated pairing that that the fandom is sleeping on: As usual my first thought is KrKm because I see firsthand just how they’re treated. There’s also Kuro/Yami and Dave/Might, two excellent ships that deserve a heckton of a lot more attention. Actually, Todo/Shin as well... not to mention every single one of my Blk Clv ships... the Given and Nezha fandoms are so small it feels like people are sleeping on those ships too... hmm... just gonna go ahead and say if I’ve written about the pairing they deserve more love XD

Sexiest fic: sdghgfdfgf idk    -runs-

Saddest fic: Sentimental Old Fools really hit hard with that emotional hurt/comfort... but so did Happily (N)ever After  T_T

Funniest fic: Superspying.... tapped into fanon Hawks for that one... what a ride lmao

Longest fic:  Be All My Sins Remembered (Good Omens)

Shortest fic: The ten fics across different fandoms that I specifically wrote to be 2500 words each

Fluffiest fic: Kittens, Coffee, and Kisses, Look What The Cat Dragged In, and Salmon Riceballs, are all about the characters interacting with kittens so... I suppose those are literally fluffy!

Number of multichap fics: 8

Fic that fought you every step of the way: Nothing, really. I struggled about the normal amount for everything as far as I can recall. Though I did lose inspiration mid-fic a couple times. I always found it again, no worries XD

Trope or AU you wrote more than once: Fantasy AU... it remains my favorite thing to write across all fandoms

Top 5 “Additional Tags”: Aged Up Characters, Mild Language, Fluff, Established Relationship, Alternate Universe - Fantasy ........ yep that checks out X3

Fic that ended up completely different than you thought it would:  A Match Made on Campus. The whole story was really different when I decided I wanted to write a College AU. It was actually told from Aobing’s POV in the initial notes. I changed that since my High School AU was such. Nezha took over and I just sat back and enjoyed the ride.

Did you write any polyship fics this year:  Yep! 9 across three fandoms!

Writing goals for next year: 1. Get better at it 2. Introduce others to the beauty of the things I ship through heartwarming tales 3. Actively seek out collabs and/or trades

Random fact:  I wrote four zine fics this year too o.o