#wee doctor au

[ink-blot-thoughts]

Okay just played the Sigewinne quest and hear me out: mildly more evil Sigewinne AU (cause fuck you fight me she is terrifying) where the only doctor willing to teach a melusine was THE Doctor.

Il Dottore gets accosted by the world's cutest psychopath demanding he teaches her and goes "Oh this is gonna be fucking hilarious".

Cue Dottore's dramatic corvid themed ass striding up to commit the horrors tm while a cutie patootie little melusine skips behind him giggling at everything.

People go from "omg did he kidnaps that girl?!?!" To "dear fucking god she's worse" the second she opens her mouth.

The Harbingers have to go through the mortifying ordeal of anytime they mention their terrifying Doctor, people go "Oh Yes I've heard of Dottore", and they sigh and go no... her and take out a picture of a chubby faced girl with bunny ears.

Her world lore is every horrifying experiment of Dottore's has some adorable little sticker attached.

[aoioozora]

Simon.

Part 7

Chapters Masterlist

Character: Simon Riley / Ghost Content: Biker! Ghost x Fem! Reader, strangers to lovers, fluff, civilian au

Note: Reader and Alejandro interactions that make Simon jealous and a wee bit insecure. Tags: @cmbghost @gluttonybiscuits @paintlavillered @eatingtheworldsoffanfiction

____ pulled into the underground parking lot of the apartment complex, sighing. She had just come back from an underwhelming meeting with her editor. 

She had proudly submitted the first few chapters of her manuscript, hoping they would be a hit, but was instead bombarded with the many suggestions of changes that should be made; while the plot itself was alright, the main complaint had to do with the male lead. 

“Frederick is not captivating or interesting enough. He needs more depth and personality… Definitely something different from Elystran,” the voice of the editor echoed in her thoughts as she killed the engine of her car and stepped out of the car. The thought of it once again made her shoulders slump with disappointment. 

Just as she did, out of the elevator across her parking spot came Alejandro. He spotted her and smiled. “Hey,” he greeted, twirling his car keys around his finger. 

“Hey, where you off to? I thought you were at work already.” 

He shrugged, “Took a day off for a doctor's appointment.”

“What happened?” 

“Nasty back pain,” he sighed. Then noticing her dull spirits, he asked if she was okay. 

“Yeah, I just came back from a meeting with the editor and apparently, I have a lot of stuff to change in my manuscript.” 

“Ah,” he nodded solemnly, “I'm sorry to hear that.” 

She shrugged. “It is what it is.” 

Alejandro was silent for a moment, unsure whether to ask whatever he had on his mind. He decided to just go for it. “Do you mind if I read the manuscript? I'd like to see what it's all about. Maybe get a sneak peek into your next book too.” He winked at her. 

“I was actually thinking of asking you just that.” She beamed, happy that he asked. 

Alejandro raised his eyebrows. “Really?” 

“Yeah. Actually, most of the problems in my manuscript are with the male lead, so I think your valuable input as a man would really help me out. And your general opinion as a reader too.” 

The man couldn't help but feel flattered. “Is that so? Then I'd be happy to help you out. Just send me the manuscript and I'll read it soon.” He threw his car keys in the air and caught it in his rugged, tan hand and smiled. 

“Perfect.” Just as she was about to say something else, she got a notification on her phone, which she immediately took out, hoping it was a message from the editor changing his mind about the manuscript. 

But it was Simon. Though a little disappointed, she still smiled, and he noticed.

“Boyfriend?” he asked, raising his eyebrows teasingly at her.

“Yeah,” she nodded, grinning. She kept the phone back in her pocket, deciding to answer him later. 

Alejandro found it a little odd that she wouldn’t reply to Simon immediately, but he figured, “Maybe it’s just me,” and decided to let it be. 

“I’m offended you didn’t tell me you started dating,” he smirked, playfully putting on a tone of feigned offense as he put his hand on his chest. “How’d you two meet?”

She laughed at his dramatics and then briefly related the incident to him. 

“So you two started dating only a month and a half after meeting each other? That's… quick.” Alejandro remarked, raising his eyebrow. He knew people could fall in love at first sight, but that wasn’t the case with everyone. 

“Yeah,” her voice squeaked and her gaze faltered; she cursed herself for it. “We found a lot in common and… hit it off.” 

“Hm…” he exhaled, noticing the vagueness and lack of conviction in her voice and body language, but decided not to comment on it, not wanting to jump into conclusions too soon. “Well, good for you. I’m glad you found someone,” he said with a smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He then looked at his watch. “I should get going. Don’t wanna be late for the appointment.” 

“Alright, see you later!” she said with some eagerness, wanting to end the conversation, for she didn't know how else she could cover up. 

“See ya, muñequita.” 

Simon had recently followed ____’s spam/personal account, and saw that the skeleton plushie made a very frequent appearance. It showed up even on her main account to her tons of followers. 

The story on her personal account posted late in the morning showed the skeleton perched against her laptop screen along with the caption, “Serious writer’s block rn. He’s cheering me on!”

The next image, posted three hours later was of Alejandro in front of a laptop that looked like hers, captioned, “@-alevargas is giving me some pointers. He's ruthless 💀”

Simon grunted, feeling a spurt of jealousy. He rolled over on his side on Gaz's sofa, nearly kicking Johnny– who was seated on the floor– on the back of his head. 

He didn't hear his friend's yelp as he was too busy feeling bummed that she didn't ask him, especially after the two shared meaningful conversations over her novel before. 

“It's not like I can control who she chooses to share her work with,” he told himself resignedly, “Besides, we're just friends. I'm not supposed to be feeling jealous like this.” 

Yet he couldn't help it. 

Simon decided to scope out his competition by paying a visit to Alejandro's Instagram page. Upon reaching there, he found that the man was an up-and-coming part time model with a fair amount of followers. Even though Simon saw him in real life and found him to be a handsome man, his modeling photographs rendered him dangerously handsome; he had perfectly tanned skin, thick glossy black waves styled gorgeously to suit his masculine features, straight pearly whites for teeth, a near perfect five o'clock shadow, an athletic and muscular body, and a dazzling smile characteristic of motivational speakers. He was Mexican, to top it off, which meant that he most definitely was an outgoing and energetic guy. 

Simon felt his confidence fade into insignificance. Here was a man perfect in every respect like an expertly cut diamond, and compared to him, Simon felt like an ugly, misshapen rock. His own features contrasted with Alejandro's in his brooding, glaring eyes, his pale skin, thin lips, crooked teeth, his somber and quiet outward personality, and most of all, his marred face and body. 

He immediately exited Instagram and dropped the phone on his chest, sighing. “Yeah, with a bloke like him as competition, there's no way I'm winning,” he thought to himself, now resting his arm over his forehead. 

“Oi, Ghosty,” Johnny nudged Simon's leg with his elbow. 

The familiar nickname irked him all of a sudden, as it felt like a reminder of his flaws. “What?” he asked, trying not to sound snappy. 

“Did ye ask ____ if she wants tae come for our one night camp?”

Simon grunted. “I'll ask later.” 

“No. Yer gonna forget. Also, tell her that Lindsey is coming too.” 

Lindsey. Simon remembered Johnny telling him about her soon after he confessed their stalking. A short, freckled, ginger girl; Johnny spoke about her a lot and with excitement too, even calling her ‘Jolene’ in reference to the Dolly Parton song. Simon wasn't particularly surprised that Johnny was gallivanting with yet another lady; that's what he had always been doing since high school. His wit, charm, smiles, energy, and particularly his Scottish accent recommended him greatly to the opposite sex. He only hoped that Lindsey wouldn't take him too seriously. 

Simon picked his phone back up and sent a quick text to ____  about the camping trip and its general details. No sooner was he about to throw his device aside on the coffee table to pay more attention to Gaz who was playing his electric guitar nearby, her reply came. 

Author Girl: of course I'd love to come! 

Simon Riley: great. I'll let you in on more details later

Simon Riley: Johnny has invited your friend too apparently

Author Girl: Really? She didn't even tell me.

Simon Riley: u better ask her about it then. 

There appeared to be a slight delay in her reply even though she was online, and he wondered what she was up to. Finally, a reply came after two minutes. 

Author Girl: I'll do that :) 

Simon Riley: Are you busy? 

Author Girl: yeah kind of. Alejandro is giving me some suggestions for my story

He felt a twinge of jealousy again. “He's still there? At this point, maybe they make a better pair than she and I,” he thought despairingly. 

Simon Riley: yeah, I saw ur Instagram story. How's it coming along? 

Author Girl: it's coming along great. We're almost done here

Simon Riley: he's at your place? 

Author Girl: yeah, he came over to give me some enchiladas he made and I invited him to come in. 

Another twinge of jealousy, and another skill to add to Alejandro's repertoire. 

Simon was so close to typing, “I wish you invited me instead,” but immediately deleted it. 

Simon Riley: cool. 

Simon Riley: I'll leave you two then, I got other things to do

Author Girl: sure. I'll text u back soon :) 

Simon Riley: alright. Cheers

She noticed how he went offline so quickly and stared at her phone for a moment. “Is it just me or did he seem a little off?” she wondered to herself, hoping she wasn't reading too much into it. She shrugged it off, thinking it had to do with whatever he was busy with. 

“Muñequita?” Alejandro's voice interrupted her reverie.

Her eyes snapped back to the man sitting across her. “Yes?” she smiled, not realising she had been engrossed with Simon. 

He looked at the clock on her wall. “I should get going now. It's gotten late,” he said, now placing her laptop on the coffee table and rising. 

“Oh right, I've kept you here long enough,” she chuckled as she rose too. “Wait here for a moment.” 

Alejandro, confused and curious, stood by the coffee table as he watched her disappear behind her kitchen door. She soon appeared with a can of soda, which she put in his hand. 

“That's for you, as thanks for the enchiladas and helping me out,” she said, grinning at him. 

He chuckled and playfully gave her forehead a gentle knock with the edge of the cold can. “Thanks, muñequita,” he smirked, opening the tab of the can with a single finger and taking a long sip of the soda. “Well,” he began as soon as the sip was drowned, “I'll be off now. Good night.” 

“Good night, Alejandro. Take care,” she said as she walked him to the door. 

“You too, nena,” he gave her a little smile. “Call me if you need any more help, alright? I'll be at your beck and call,” he said only half-jokingly, giving her a wink. 

She rolled her eyes and smiled. “You don't need to do that, but I'll let you know.”

As soon as he left, she breathed a heavy sigh. The conversation with Alejandro was fruitful, but she was exhausted. She decided to decompress and wind down for the night by taking a nice, long shower and a soak in the bathtub. She then had a simple dinner and just before bedtime, she was found on her bed in her satin pajamas and her phone, cuddled with the cushions and plushies; Little Simon, the most preferred and well loved, was tucked under her arm and pressed against her breast. 

Her cute animal video marathon was interrupted by a message from (Bigger) Simon. 

Simon Riley: wyd? Are you busy? 

Author Girl: watching videos. Hbu? 

Simon Riley: [photo] 

Simon Riley: watching a film with the lads. It's boring 

The photo showed a glowing television screen in a dark room, and a little cameo of Johnny's familiar mohawk at the bottom as he was seated on the floor in front of Simon. 

Simon Riley: I'd rather talk to you

She felt her heart skip a beat. 

Simon Riley: I hope I'm not disturbing you btw

Author Girl: no no you're not

Author Girl: tbh I'd rather be talking to you too 😂

It was now Simon's turn to feel his heart skip a beat. 

Simon Riley: good, because I'm in for a conversation 

Author Girl: what do u wanna talk about? 

Simon Riley: hmm

Simon Riley: how did it go with Alejandro? 

Unbeknownst her, Simon had to revise that text several times so as to not make himself sound unnecessarily overprotective, prying, and smothering. He hoped that he sounded casual and carefree enough. 

Author Girl: went well. He gave me a lot of pointers for my male characters. My editor wasn't so happy with my male lead so I had to consult an actual guy to help me out

Simon Riley: you could've asked me

Author Girl: yeah well Alejandro was the first guy I came across so I thought I'd ask him. I was going to ask a bunch of different guys too so I'll be asking you next 😁

Simon Riley: good. I'll be glad to help. 

Simon Riley: btw about the trip

Simon Riley: I need to fill u in w the finer details. Can I call you rn? 

Author Girl: sure

She sat up straight on the bed with bated breath. Though he had a few phone calls with him, she still felt a little bit nervous. She was about to get lost in her thoughts when the blaring of her ringtone made her jump with fright. She scrambled to pick up the call. 

“Hey!” she squeaked in a high pitch, and immediately cleared her throat. 

“Hi darling,” he said, his voice deep and affectionate; she could hear him smiling. “You alright? You seem a little… I don't know, surprised?”

“No,” she said breathlessly, “No, no, I'm fine.” She chuckled. When she heard the faint sound of traffic on his side, she asked, “Are you out already?” 

“Just the balcony,” he answered.” How could you tell?”

“I could hear some traffic.” 

“You're sharp,” he complimented. 

She smiled. “Thanks. Now, what did you want to discuss?” 

“Right, yes,” his voice immediately turned serious. He gave her all the finer details of the trip for a few minutes and at the end of it, he asked, “We're planning on using a car to get there since it's gonna be the five of us and it will save on petrol. Do you think we could use your car?” 

“Well if my car is in good enough condition for you, then I don't mind,” she said, a hint teasingly. 

He chuckled. “If I check it and find anything wrong, I'll give you a bollocking,” he teased back. 

“Oh come on,” she rolled her eyes, smiling, “You gave me enough of a bollocking the other day when my battery died. I'm not going to let you do it again.”

She heard him laugh, and like it always did, her heart melted. 

“You deserved it,” he scoffed. “But anyway, batteries and bollockings aside, you're okay with your car being used?”

“Absolutely.” 

“And you're comfortable driving long distances? Like I said, it will be a three hour drive, which is quite long by European standards.” 

“I'm okay with it. It's been a long time since I've driven that long though.” 

“Don't worry, if you're tired, I'll take your place.” 

“You? But didn't you say you were a bad driver?” she smirked. 

He could hear her smirking and thought he'd try to make her laugh. “If I try really hard, I can avoid hitting a tree.” 

She burst out laughing. “You're banned from the driver's seat!”

He smiled, gratified. “Whatever shall I do,” he said sarcastically, smiling and shaking his head. 

“If you can prove that you won't hit anything within the first five minutes of the drive, then maybe I'll consider letting you drive for longer,” she challenged, shifting in her seat on the bed and running her finger over the contours of Little Simon on her lap. 

“Challenge accepted,” he said with a self-assured snort. 

She smiled at his confidence and willingness. “So where are we all meeting again?” she asked. 

“At my place. I'll send you directions for it after this.”

“Okay,” she exhaled, now thinking of what his place looked like. What sort of decor and aesthetic he preferred, what sort of colors he liked, and if he kept house plants. 

The two continued to converse a little more until their eyes felt heavy and they started yawning. 

“Are your friends still watching the movie?” she asked, by this time half sitting up and half laying down on her bed. 

“I think it's almost over,” Simon, who was still seated in the balcony, looked over his shoulder at Gaz and Johnny who had their eyes still glued to the television set, despite them having melted into the sofa. “You sound sleepy, darling. You should go.” 

“Hmm…” she sighed. “But I don't want to go,” she whined in a soft, sleepy mumble. 

“Why not?” he questioned smilingly, not wanting her to hear how her sleepy whine was making him melt. 

“I like talking to you,” she replied in a tone that was trying to convince him to stay. She rolled over on her side, holding Little Simon close to her chest. 

The man's distant eyes softened as he heard this and he felt a little tickle in his stomach. His voice deepened, quietened, and mellowed as he replied, “Same here, my darling, but we'll talk again soon, alright? You sound like you're gonna fall asleep right now.” 

He heard another little whine, and he chuckled, unable to stop finding her cuteness so endearing and sweet. “Go on now,” he encouraged gently. 

She finally relented. “Good night, Simon,” she said in a half-whisper. 

“Good night, my love.” 

There ended the call, and Simon kept his phone on his thigh, feeling his face turn warm against the cool, damp air of the outdoors. He inhaled deeply and then exhaled. 

“Fuck me…” he murmured, running a hand through his hair. 

This phone call was a huge boost to his earlier insecurity. Their banter, her acting cute, her not wanting to stop talking to him was evidence enough that she preferred him over Alejandro. He could only hope that his hunch was right and that she wasn't doing the same thing with the other man. 

When the sound of her puppy-like whine echoed in his mind again, he groaned, wishing he could punch a wall so he could feel manly again. 

Any more, and she was going to be the death of him. 

The same woman, blissfully unaware of how her unintentional cuteness affected Simon, was now half-asleep on her bed, fingers curled loosely around her phone, and Little Simon nestled under her arm. 

“Elystran, from your first book, was bubbly and energetic. So I think that it would make sense for Frederick to be a little more reserved and aloof, but someone with power and authority, unyielding, and kind to nobody but Adelheid. Maybe if you knew someone with similar traits like these, you could use them as a model.” Alejandro's words from their earlier discussion echoed in her thoughts. 

Like lazily floating clouds on a clear summer's day, her thoughts drifted, trying to think of who would make the perfect model. 

Her thoughts settled on one man: 

“Simon.”

End of Part 7.

Part 8

Thank you all for your love on this series! I enjoy writing this and all your wonderful likes, comments, and reblogs fuel my passion some more. It's sm fun to write fluff; too bad I don't see a lot of it on tumblr lol. But anyway, thank you all once again. Remember, if you enjoyed this and want to be notified for updates, leave a comment so that I can add you to my tag list. x

[littlemoondarlingarts]

So in my Au, Vance ends up losing alot of weight and all his muscle mass during his captivity and after healing from the physical injuries but before being given the green light from the doctor, he decided he wanted to bulk up.

But sadly, he couldn't handle the embarrassment of THE Pinball Vance Hopper having to go to the gym looking like a twig, and he maaaaay have vented a wee bit about that to his friends who end up coming up with a very lovely solution.

They got dressed in the loudest, most outrageous matching gym outfits to distract from his sheer existence, and that taught him two lessons

1- his current group of friends is much more supportive than he expected

2- he will never vent to any of them ever again.

[atrocioushaircut]

More on Sebastian Solace in a Little Nightmares (first game) au. It's a little disorganized, sorry

(continuation of this post)

So I still want to keep some key parts of his character.

He's trapped, and wants to get out

He (presumably) has very negative feelings about his transformation (used to be human)

He's not a hostile entity but the player is on thin ice with him at all times.

He is in this situation because someone (wrongfully) thought he deserved it

His name already fits the LN style of character titles: The Janitor, The Lady, The Granny... The Saboteur.

Location (and some mechanics)

I don't know if I want to make him an aquatic-dwelling creature in The Depths like The Granny, or have him lurk in The Prison's vent system*-- I remember seeing a post that talked about how Sebastian would not actually be a good swimmer--- and isn't that a horror all on its own? To have your body mutated and distorted until it's unrecognizable, and you aren't even able to move properly? And your bones hurt, because you haven't become accustomed to the new bend of your spine, etc etc.

*the vent system as seen in the game would definitely be too small for him. maybe in those tunnels? Idk I'll have to play the game again to find places he could be.

So maybe he's in the water but is a slow swimmer (like the Granny, who is just a very tall old woman), OR he's stuck in an empty space between the pipes and vents-- enough for him to move around, but the vent exits are too small for him to leave, forcing him to eat whatever comes by (Nomes, rats, etc). This could create an opportunity to play into LN's themes of hunger and Sebastian's shopkeeper mechanic, since he'd probably want to trade for food items (or books from The Lady's quarters instead of research, since magic is probably what turned him into a fish in the first place).

((Another option: creating a new area of the Maw altogether, and adding all the other pressure monsters as well)

Storyline/Mechanics

Maybe the player/Six needs to pass by his area several times during the game. He tries to eat them the first few times, but slowly realizes that this child is, somehow, surviving everything the Maw throws at them. If anyone has a chance to get out of here alive, it's this weird little kid in a yellow raincoat. So of course it's to his advantage to strike up a deal with them!

Or, if we want to keep the LN mechanic of enemies not talking to the player, maybe you free him with some puzzle shenanigans (breaking down a boarded-off vent with one of those minecarts present in the Lair, leading another enemy into the barrier to break it) and he becomes less hostile afterwards, either:

tossing the player some food when the hunger pangs hit

trading items silently

killing an enemy for you. Pressure!Sebastian would never do this for an expendable but mayyybe it would be different with a kid. Maybe a later boss fight has a chase scene that leads you to Sebastian's area and it ends with him dragging the monster underwater and drowning them. wee!

Possible Backstory:

Could be left ambiguous, like The Granny's,

Mayybe was turned into a fish long before reaching the Maw? Maybe he was one of the Doctor's patients in the Pale City, to fit the whole science experiment thing

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Five Fics Friday: December 27/24

Happy Final Friday of 2025! Check out these fics to close out this year that have been on my radar this week! Enjoy!!

SIGNAL BOOSTING

Fluent in Silence by justin_case (G, 2,829 w. 2 Ch. || T6T Fix It, Angst with Happy Ending, Mutual Pining, Mary is Not Nice, Cooking, Food as a Metaphor for Love, Texting, Domestic Fluff, Doctor John, Friends To Lovers) – Sherlock never put a tracking device in Ajay’s A.G.R.A. memory stick. Mary sedated Sherlock, left John and Rosie, and never came back.

RECENT MFLs

My Heart at Your Door by Calais_Reno (T, 3,055+ w., 1/7 Ch. || WiP || Pre and Post TRF, Alternate First Meeting AU || First Love, Nostalgia, Undercover Missions, POV Sherlock, Angst with Happy Ending, Reunions) – Years ago, Sherlock Holmes loved John Watson, but they were schoolboys, and when it came time to part ways, Sherlock decided it was for the best that they not stay in touch. The only thing certain about his life at that point was that it would surely tear him and John apart. When he meets John again, he’s just faked his death and is ready to leave London.

'Til the Light Shines by anactoria (M, 6,516 w., 1 Ch. || Johnlock & John/OFC || Post-TRF, Angst, Infidelity, Bad Decisions, Non Fix-It) – When Sherlock reveals he's still alive, things aren't all sunshine and roses. John can't forgive him, and can't promise that he ever will.

Military Man by Sirius3e (T, 7,577 w., 1 Ch. || Pre-Slash, Slow Burn, Therapy, Night Terrors, Slow Romance) – John could concede but not explain how risking his life under the white afghani sun brought him the same enraptured feeling as simply residing under the azure prison of Sherlock’s gaze.

Wee Doctor Series by americanjedi (T, 283,224 w. across 9 works || Time Travel / Adult in Kid Body AU || Grown Up John in 8 Year Old Body, Magical Realism, Conspiracies, Not Kidfic-Kidfic, Paternal Lestrade, Angst, Comfort, Past Abuse) – Dr. John Watson is turned into an eight year old child, dealing with Sherlock who doesn't know him in a world where he was never born. He's a little stressed out, but he's got his priorities straight. Original characters and London as a war zone, and John's accidentally inventing a super genius.

[dr9com9ge-ix]

Pardon me of this as of the recent blog you have made, and excuse me for asking this; Why do I feel that Dr. Princey somewhat of a victorian ethusiast (as if the darn pocket watch isn't obvious enough!) or it's all a coincidence (most probable that her lifestyle were mostly of a family tradition). Nevertheless, I admire your art!

So! Also to be like in-universe and all- The Victorian era equivalent in Sushine Suburbia! Au/ On Cacophony is called “The Tyrianne Era” after Queen Tyrianne of Fretton. Northern Fretton is also where Princey was born (Hence she has what’s essentially a British accent.) though she definitely wasn’t born during the era (Which was most likely over a century ago compared to the current time in story.) And she did move out of Fretton to the city (Achromopolis) for work.

Her interest in the Tyrianne era was also definitely something she had since she was a wee sprunkling but it was something she was more able to indulge in as an adult as her family probably wasn’t actually too interested in that unfortunately (She’s also quite estranged from them ever since she moved to the suburbs.)

She likely sews things from historical patterns off the internet on the occasion. It’s a hobby- A thing to do when she isn’t busy with her doctor duties. She probably considered being a historian before she decided to be a doctor (and a little later, recruited as combat medic at one point.)

She also just thinks the aesthetic is sick as hell but prefers to wear the more masc-leaning clothes due to her loathing of skirts that are BULKY and GET IN HER WAY (She appreciates them from an aesthetic/visual standpoint though) and would probably enjoy antique shops though might get a little irked if they’re like… Too cluttered (she’s a very ‘I need to be in a neat place so I can maneuver around both physically and mentally’ kind of lady)

Also thank ye! c:

[honey-minded-hivemind]

idea, imagine in the rewind!Au Sinister went full on Freddy Krueger, haunting Mocha/Reader's dreams, and possibly gaining the ability to hurt people in their dreams the more he haunts others-

Also- Reader listening to Dream warriors and Nightmare(specifically by Tuesday knight, there's a lot of songs called nightmare lol)

ooo imagine a scene where Reader runs from Sinister with the song "Running from this Dream Warriors"(by Nancy and the Nightmares, very good song, basically a combination of the other two songs I named) playing over it, since Reader is quite literally, running from their nightmare

Oh dear! Reader is ready to run as fast as they can, whether it's rain or shine, day or night, or if they are super sick or not. Sinister is on their tail, they're screaming, and they toss everything they can at him to trip him, hit him, or be a minor annoyance.

(Watch Reader toss rocks, twigs, bricks, broken bottles, and random junk on the streets and doctor's office at Sinister) (They toss bandages, band-aid boxes, bottles of rubbing alcohol, a whole chair, and random books)

Sinister is even more sinister here, Kevin hates Sinister even more (and the X-Men and villains do, too), and it's a bit darker...

(Wee!)

[brave-and-gentle]

Girl dad!Jean Kirstein - Happy Birthday Edition

In celebration of our man's birthday!

Pairings: Jean x afab! reader

Summary: Modern AU - You find out that you and Jean are unexpectedly going to be parents, and the baby is due on Jean's birthday.

Warnings: None, this is a continuation of super wholesome girl dad Jean

EB's Notes: I wish I could've fully fleshed this out, but alas, I'm working on two fics so a bulleted list is the best I can give rn <3 also I don't know what it's like to be pregnant or give birth so?? I did my best?? Plz enjoy and celebrate our Jean boy!

It's September when you find out that you're pregnant. One missed period isn't a big deal, but two? That plus how your stomach swirls every morning. You can't keep anything down until mid-afternoon. You silently blame the Fourth of July rager Eren threw every year. You and Jean had never been the patriotic type, but you two enjoyed the party (maybe a little too much thanks to Connie handing you drinks all night) and got a little careless after the night's festivities.

One night when Jean comes home from work, you decide to tell him. “Um, Jean?” Lacking words, you hold out the pregnancy test. Your hands shake. You had talked about having kids together, but it was always some distant future, certainly not now. He takes the stick and stares at it for what seems like forever. You wonder if you have to explain to him that it's a pregnancy test – is he really that dense? But then he looks up, hazel eyes glowing in the sunset streaking through the windows, and wraps you in his arms. “It's going to be okay, no matter what we do,” he whispers and kisses the top of your head. “I know it's not great timing and I'm not sure I'll ever really feel ready,” you begin, voice trembling, “but I think I want this. A baby. With you.” Jean leans down to press his forehead to yours. “Then I think we're going to have an adventure,” he grins.

Jean is overjoyed when you two find out that the baby is due in early April. “Do you think they'll be born on my birthday?” He asks, excitement rippling through his six-foot-two frame as he stares at the sonogram. You roll your eyes. “I didn't realize you could tolerate sharing a birthday with anyone.” Jean made a big deal about his birthday every year – mostly because he wanted to see what you would come up with for him. “Anything for our little one,” he affirms and caresses your slight bump.

Jean is the perfect partner to have a baby with – almost too perfect. It's almost irritating how much he dotes on you, but you remind yourself that he's doting on the baby too - “Baby K” or “little one,” he calls them interchangeably. He supplies you with all kinds of ginger snacks for morning sickness, researches all the baby stuff you'll need, asks a million questions at every appointment, gives you a massage every night, and takes over the majority of the household chores. Connie and Sasha tease that they never see him anymore because he's “whipped for two.”

You start to feel contractions on the evening of April 6th. Frantic, Jean calls the doctor, who says to wait until they're closer together. Neither of you fall asleep that night – you simply lie in bed, counting the minutes between contractions together. In the wee hours of April 7th, you decide it's time. Jean carries you to the car, packs the hospital bag, and hyperventilates all the way there. “For god's sake Jean, we're not even there yet!”

For all his hyperventilating in the car, Jean manages to calm down once your contractions and labor pains ramp up. It's pain unlike anything you've ever experienced – like someone is twisting all your organs together and rearranging them. All modesty is out the window. With so much sweat sliding down your body, you throw off the hospital gown and are stark naked in front of Jean and the nurses. Jean holds you hand the entire time and rubs your sweat-slicked back as you contort yourself into any position that will get the baby out as fast as possible. “C'mon baby, you're doing great! Almost there, almost there!” He encourages with confidence, but his face is as pale as the hospital bed sheets. You know Jean well enough to know that on the inside, he's border line having a panic attack.

You let out one final scream, one final push, and ear-piercing cries fill the room. “You have a baby girl!” The nurse announces and places your daughter on your chest. She's covered in all kinds of fluid and is screaming so loud your ears ache, but you don't care. You cradle her in awe that she's this little combination of you and Jean that will someday grow into her own. Jean pulls closer and wraps his arm around you and places his hand on your daughter's back. His entire hand is almost bigger than her. “She's so small,” he whispers. His earthy hazel eyes begin misting.

When Jean holds his daughter for the first time, his misty eyes give way to a rainstorm. “I can't believe we have a daughter – we made an entire human,” he blubbers and snuggles her close. “Don't forget who did most of the work,” you groan and roll over on your side to watch the two loves of your life. Jean lowers your daughter from his chest to gaze down at her. His eyes light up. “Hey babe, look, I think she's got my face!” You laugh because sure enough, she does have a longer face than most babies you've seen.

When the nurse takes your daughter to get cleaned up, Jean nibbles your ear. Heat flushes your face. “So when do you think we can -” You bat him away. “Don't even think about, Kirstein.” “C'mon babe, I'm starved!” He pleads. “NO. You don't even want to see my pussy right now, it's wrecked.” Jean crosses his arms. “I'll have you know that I saw everything, probably more than you did, and I still want your pussy. But alright alright, maybe in a month or so. Maybe we could make another one. . .” He trails off and grins. You widen your eyes. “If she's got your attitude? We stop with her,” you counter. “But,” Jean says, “if she's like you? We should have three more.” You groan and throw a pillow at him.

A few hours later, Connie, Sasha, and Marco come parading in with chocolate cupcakes. “When I asked Nicolo to make cupcakes for your birthday, I didn't realize there would be two birthdays,” Sasha laughs and hands a cupcake to Jean, who wolfs it down in one hand while cradling your daughter in the other. “More importantly,” Marco says and hands you a cupcake, “congratulations. I'm glad everything went well.” You grin and take the cupcake. “Thanks Marco.” Jean grabs another cupcake and holds it in the air. “To you,” he says your name, “for giving me the best birthday present I could've ever asked for.” Tears shimmer in his eyes again. Your heart blossoms at the sight of your best friends all here for you. “Who knew Jean boy was such a cry baby,” Connie mutters and munches on his cupcake. “Ouch!” He cries as Sasha hits him on the head. “Happy birthday Jean,” you laugh and roll your eyes because you know for the rest of your life, he's going to be insufferable about how great it is to share a birthday with his daughter. “You're never getting one like this again.”

[teh-nos]

My Next Attempt At Long Fic (by which I mean more than 10000 words and it has chapters) Should Be...

Poll and the (actually quite long) gist of each option below le cut:

The Sylki Con Artists AU

This one I have a wee bit written of already but I go back and forth on this one because it's Alternative Universe - Modern Setting and I feel like there's already a lot of those (which I also complain about a lot), and I have to justify it to myself as an experiment in whether I can do a Sylki Modern AU that doesn't just end up as "two people called Loki and Sylvie do normal stuff together". That's why they are con artists in this! Because 1) MISCHIEF (or crime, or whatever) and 2) if they have the same 'job' for similar reasons and I go on about them being similar a lot then that's maybe as close as reality can get to selfcest. (The selfcest is not just a feature of sylki, I feel it is THE feature and to admit to being Bad At Shipping (again) I'm just not that interested in it if they're different people who aren't even aliens. The same alien.) (You can tell me they are gods all you want but I've seen enough Doctor Who to know that must be A LIE so I reject it as such.)

The plot is that they meet in a bar one night and shag (obviously!) and then the reader discovers that Loki is trying to buy a painting from an old woman (planning on ripping off both her and his own buyer) and Sylvie is an artist who is selling a forged painting to some posh twat on the internet who she knows is trying to rip off her fake old lady persona on the deal but she's selling him a fake painting anyway so at least he deserves to be conned. They meet up a few times before finally realising that they are in fact conning each other under fake names on the internet, and then I have to try and fix it when they inevitably get mad at each other because of it. Also, Thor works in a shop because the brodinsons are Downwardly Mobile (dad spent all their inheritance, oh no!) Plotwise Loki is going to actually need Sylvie's painting for reasons I have not yet entirely worked out so one way or another they will have to eventually forgive each other for being con artists as they themselves are and for having attempted to con each other.

Ideally I will be able to make this one funny in some way, as I think the concept can get absurd enough to make a rom-com out of it.

2. The Jotun Heat Fic (also sylki)

I was into this one for about a day and now I have second thoughts because I am not sure I care enough about Frost Giant Biology to have to write an entire fic about it. It would continue my tradition (I did it once, that's enough for it to be a tradition) of turning a tiny ficlet into a much longer thing. This one: The Opposite of Heat, in which Loki and Sylvie go into whatever the Jotun equivalent of the fandom fave 'mating cycles/in heat' trope is, having never done so before because (see if you can guess...) they've never previously spent enough time around another Jotun for the hormones to kick in properly. They have no idea this can happen, and what starts out as Fun Porno-Fic Times soon gets a bit worrying and then I suppose they have to Investigate and that's the bit I fear might end up boring me.

This is set in an AU where S2!Loki did not instantly demand that Sylvie help him with his cop friends' problems and instead just went to live in Oklahoma with her, so the other/'real' plot is them getting used to living together and the weird-but-sexy medical issue bringing them into conflict because of course the first place Loki wants to go for help is the TVA (this not unreasonable of him, as they have a lot of info in their archives and he has no other friends anyway), which Sylvie is not keen on as she would rather just avoid them for the rest of forever. Gosh, I hope nobody goes to the TVA for help behind anyone else's back!

I need a way to make this one stay interesting once it gets to the Find Out What Is Happening part and also it needs to not just immediately end with a sensible solution like just going to Jotunheim and asking someone there for a talk about the frost-birds and the frost-bees.

Also I think they should fuck in that McDonalds. Just because.

3. Jotunheim Rejects The Guy Who Cannot Possibly Be Its Rightful King, Because I'm Annoying Like That AU (not thorki)

Speaking of going to Jotunheim, you know all those fics where Loki goes to be the Rightful King Of Frostland, as Odin apparently planned all along? That but it doesn't work, because I am not at all convinced he can have been Laufey's heir (who the fuck infanticides their only male heir?!) and even if he was well it'd just look awful, wouldn't it? Crusty Old Odin, worst friend to Jotunheim for several years running, sends back your kingdom's heir having raised him as one of his own family. (I hope at least one of you is thinking "US-Backed Puppet Ruler Who Will Do Whatever The CIA Tells Them To" because I did too! Ooh, geopolitical barely-subtext!)

The problem with this one for me is it requires a fairly large cast of Original Jotun Characters, and I still fear writing OCs because of the constant 'Mary-Sue' complaints in my fannish youth. Also I would Controversially (LOL not really) make some of them women, including Angrboda the ambitious would-be consort and Laufey's tragically spurned lover who on finding out that her long-dead son is not dead makes the most of it by insisting everyone call her 'My Lady, the King's Mother' (yes, I stole that from History but I do that sort of thing now, for the LOLs). So I have a bit of an idea what happens in this one, though I'd need to think of more political type plot stuff and also I just finished writing a multichapter fic that involved the Jotun succession so maybe I'd be overdoing it if I did this one now as well.

The other problem is Jotuns are too fucking tall. I mean really. This doesn't seem to bother anyone else but they are Too Fucking Tall to interact with the shorter characters, to the point that it just seems accidentally comedic to me. Just imagine the totally-not-a-puppet king of Jotunheim sitting on a massive throne, swinging his wee legs in the air. And I don't know how to work around that other than just saying "they are Less Fucking Tall in this fic" and I don't know if that would just annoy people. Also it does feel a bit incendiary to go against the general fandom insistence that Loki Is Totally The Rightful King Of Jotunheim. Though I suppose in this he is, it's just that he attempts to become so in the sort of circumstances that make everyone start saying things like "are we really that keen on our monarchy?" or at least "surely there's a cousin or an uncle we could give the crown to instead? yeah, even a woman would do. no, she doesn't have to be alive if there are only dead ones available."

(It was a mistake to let me read books about the Wars of the Roses, wasn't it?)

Oh and this isn't a thorki fic, but Thor is going to go to Jotunheim with his bro to help him settle in and also he will be going back to rescue him from it at the end. Bros before snows!!!!

[hand-picked-star]

The 13th Anniversary Arshi Fiesta

Moodboard :Historical AU

Whispers of the Heart | Chapter 16

I am not very good at writing ffs. I even read ffs very selectively. But it was an attempt of me to participate in the 13th-anniversary arshi fiesta.

I might be wrong about certain aspects of that age and era, but it's a fantasy, so why not? I don't own Arnav and Khushi and the story is purely fictional and has no relation to any living or dead. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

WARNING: 18+, MATURE CONTENT

Chapter 16

Dear Arnav,

I am writing with the last hope of reaching out to you with my words. I know you don't want to talk to me, and that is completely justified. This is my last attempt to contact you. I will not disturb you again.

First of all, I just wanted to say sorry for hurting you and your family unknowingly. I didn't know your father was married. As a sixteen-year-old girl with eyes full of rosy dreams, I couldn't resist the charm of my handsome neighbour. I was living with my old mother as my father died in the war when I was very young. Your father did marry me under my mother's persistence. And these are no justification for how I hurt your mother. I am truly sorry for what happened because of me. I didn't know any of that until your father shot himself.

Shortly after your father's death, I discovered I was pregnant. My mother refused to take any responsibility for me, so I moved to the other side of the city to start a new life with my baby. But perhaps God is punishing me for my misdeeds. I am dying. My liver is completely destroyed. The doctors say I only have a few months to live.

I had completely lost all hope, but one day I saw you at the farmer's market. You looked so much like your father, and upon asking, I learned your name. I knew in my heart that you were his son. I know it's extremely selfish of me to ask for your help, but you are the last hope of this dying mother. Please take care of my daughter after I die. She is only eleven. After I pass away, her only options will be either an orphanage or the street. I don't have any relatives left. Please, Arnav, take care of your sister. You are her last hope.

And if possible, please forgive me. I am leaving my address on the back. If you can, please visit us, your sister would like to meet you too. Even if you don't want to fulfil my request, I would still like the chance to apologize to you face-to-face.

Natalia Singh Raizada

As Khushi read the letter she found on the coat rack, which must have fallen from Arnav's coat, she felt her world flip upside down. Her mind went back to their fight last night, and Khushi remembered all the horrible things she had said to him. In every way she could hurt him, she hurt him where it hurt the most.

Last night, Arnav came back after a few hours and then locked himself in the study. Khushi spent the night on the living room sofa as she couldn't go back to the bed they shared and fell asleep in the wee hours of dawn. Arnav went to work before she woke up. Now, Khushi sat at the dining table with the letter, looking at the cold toast and omelette he had made for her. The food made her cry, not because it was cold but because the person who had made them. She had hurt him terribly. Still he was considerate enough to make breakfast for her. She polished off the plate like it was the most delicious meal she ever had.

Khushi knew she had to apologize to him. She would bear all his anger and do whatever it took for his forgiveness. An overwhelming sense of failure as a wife, as a best friend, as a lover gripped her heart in a vise-like grip. She had known him her whole life. He had always taken care of her. He had defied his conscience, risked facing scrutiny from the society and her babuji's wrath to marry her, always providing her with the best of his world. All she needed to do was love him and trust him. And she had failed at that.

She had reached a conclusion without verifying the facts, believing him to be a liar, all because she felt insecure. She had believed someone's words who clearly wanted to drive a wedge between them, instead of believing her husband.

As time seemed to crawl by, each minute feeling like an eternity until Arnav returned, Khushi found herself unable to sit still. In an effort to occupy her mind and pass the agonizing wait, she began meticulously cleaning the house, hoping the physical activity would distract her from the tumultuous thoughts swirling in her mind.

Arnav returned very late at night, entering the house silently. Khushi had been waiting for him in the living room. When she saw him, she stood up, and they stared at each other for what felt like an eternity.

"Did you have dinner?" Khushi broke the silence, her hands wringing continuously.

Arnav nodded silently, looking at the floor, and turned towards the study, likely intending to spend the night there. However, he stopped midway when she called his name.

"Arnav... I'm sorry," her voice caught, but she managed to get the words out. Khushi was so ridden with guilt that she couldn't say anything more.

Arnav nodded silently. "It's okay," he said, still looking at the floor. When Khushi didn't say anything further, he spun on his heel to go to the study, locking the door behind him. Khushi walked up to the door and tried to knock, but instead, she placed her hand flat against the wood and pressed her cheek against it, desperate to feel his presence through the door.

(end of flashback)

That was seven days ago when Khushi apologized to Arnav. Although Arnav said it was okay, things were not the same anymore. He didn't sleep in the study anymore, but he didn't hold her in bed either. He didn't reject her touch though. But one time when Khushi draped her hand across his chest, he stiffened. Khushi withdrew her hand silently as her whole body burned with hurt. She never thought her touch would hurt him someday. He hadn't touched her at all, and it was the longest they had gone without being intimate with each other. He only replied when asked a direct question and couldn't even look at her. His nonchalance had made Khushi so emotional that she couldn't initiate a heart-to-heart conversation with him. All her words had jumbled into a giant mess. Khushi feared whether she had killed the part of him that loved her. She was terrified he wouldn't be able to forgive her for how she had hurt him. That was the one past he had tried to escape his whole life, and her behaviour, her accusations, brought him back to square one. Khushi could feel he was hurting but didn't know how to make things right.

All these thoughts swirled around her head as she sat on the bench. She usually sat there every afternoon, feeding the swans that gathered in their front yard. Some of the swans had become friendly and let her pet them. One such swan came to her, seeking attention. Overcome with emotion, Khushi hugged the swan and let go of the tears she had been holding back. She missed Amma so much. Amma would know what to do in this situation, how to talk to the love of her life, and how to break down the wall he had built around himself. As Khushi calmed down, she thought she knew what Amma would say. Amma would say that Khushi just had to apologize sincerely. She had to make things right between them, and for that, she needed to talk to him and bare her heart and soul.

She gathered herself up and went inside the house. She changed her saree and tried to present herself a little better. But Devyani ji came and whisked her away to a nearby tea party. It was already dark when she returned, and she knew Arnav was home by his shoes at the door. But he was not in the bedroom, and the study door was closed. It was no surprise that he was there. Khushi sighed sadly, realizing her opportunity of talking to him for that day was gone. She went to their bedroom to change for bed. One of his shirts was lying there on the back of a chair. She took it in her hand and brought it to her nose, pressing her face in it. Tears gathered in her eyes. She took the shirt and wore it over her pyjama bottoms. Instantly, his scent engulfed her in a tight embrace, making her miss him even more.

Not being able to get into the bed without him, she went across the living room to the study door. She knew it was locked but still gave it a try to twist the doorknob. Surprisingly, it was open. She went inside silently and spotted him lying on the sofa, sleeping soundly, still in his work clothes. There were dark circles under his eyes. She wondered if it was more peaceful for him to sleep here than with her. Khushi missed his touch so much. She sat on the floor near his hip and softly, without trying to disturb him, placed her head on the side of his thigh and closed her eyes. This little touch would have to do for now, she thought to herself.

But Arnav's eyes flew open, and he got up with a start, surprised to see Khushi on the floor.

"What are you doing down there? Come here," Arnav said, grabbing her by the shoulders and making her sit on the sofa, face-to-face with him.

"I am sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you. I just couldn't sleep, so I came here and found you on the sofa," she prattled on, clutching her night clothes.

The Arnav looking at her was the Arnav she knew and loved throughout her life, not the one who couldn't even look at her. And Khushi's dam broke. She continued looking at him as her tears became uncontrollable, and she started talking rapidly, hardly making any sense.

"Arnav... I am so sorry... what I did was wrong... I shouldn't have done that... I am so sorry... please, forgive me," she let out with great difficulty amidst her hiccups.

"Shhh... Khushi, it's ok....stop crying," He took her face in his hands, wiping her tears urgently with his thumb. Khushi placed both of her hands over his on her face.

"No, it's not ok. What I did was completely wrong. I should have talked to you, I should have believed you."

"Why didn't you?"

"I...I felt so.... I don't know why she made me feel that way, Arnav.....She, I mean, Ms. Kashyap... " She took a deep breath and continued, "When I found out about her last summer, I thought you would marry her. And I loved you, and I assumed you didn't love me back.... that you loved her. My mind kept forming scenarios with you and her. It was.....it was horrible." She paused for a bit and then whispered, ".....But it isn't an excuse for what I did, or what I said. It was wrong."

Arnav looked at her with an unreadable expression, grasped both of her hands in his and raised them to his lips. He placed a kiss on her knuckles as he got lost in his thoughts. But Khushi wasn't finished.

"And then I saw you coming out of that lady's house." Arnav's eyes snapped to meet hers.

"Which lady?"

"Who came to our house the other day."

Realization dawned on Arnav as she continued talking. "And the lady has a 'Raizada' in her name. I should have been smarter. I judged too quickly. I thought of the worst..." Khushi lowered her eyes and continued, "I read the letter she sent you. It might have fallen from your coat jacket... "

As Arnav absorbed all the facts and contempleted about what she had actually thought, his face became horrified.

"Oh, sweetheart, I am so sorry," Arnav said, engulfing her in his arms. Khushi clutched the back of his shirt tightly with both hands, hiding her face in his neck. Arnav held her close by her waist, gently rubbing her back to soothe her. "Shhh... I should have told you about her sooner, but I was caught off guard. I wasn't ready to deal with her yet."

"You don't get to say sorry today," Her voice muffled in his neck, tears soaking his shirt. "I am sorry. I should have believed in you." She let go of his shirt and peppered kisses all over his face.

"Shhhh... calm down," he said, taking her in his arms again. As she calmed down, their heartbeats synchronized against each other. Her limbs felt heavy.

Arnav brought her face to meet his and cupped her cheeks to wipe the remnants of tears. Her hands wrapped around his wrists instantly. She was starving for his touch and his thumb tracing her cheeks gently made her believe that everything was right in her world again. He tilted her head slightly to look in her eyes.

"And I am sorry about Lavanya too," he said softly. When Khushi was about to protest, he silenced her with a shake of his head. "There was nothing between her and me, Khushi. And I am saying this for the last time," he whispered, touching their noses together, their breaths intermingling.

And, then he rested his forehead against hers and whispered, "I've loved you for the last two years, Khushi and I love you now..... and I'll love you even when you have some of your front teeth missing." This made both of them laugh and their laughter dissipated some of the sadness around them. As their skin continued to touch, the air filled with a different kind of electricity.

"We probably should talk some more," Arnav murmered in the space between them.

"We can always talk tomorrow."

Their lips met with a fierceness that surprised both of them. All the hurt, guilt, longing, and anxiety blended together, transforming into this fiery exchange. Arnav pulled her onto his lap, clutching her waist in a bruising grip, while she clutched his neck, tangling her fingers in his hair, holding on desperately.

Soon, Their kiss calmed down, transforming into a more languid and relaxed pace, the frantic energy calming into something more smooth- a contained burn rather than a wildfire. His fingers traced a tender path along her jawlines, her hair and settled into the curve of her neck. She responded by pulling him closer as a silent plea for more. Their bodies moved in sync, drawing closer until there was no space left between them. Her hair cascaded around them like a curtain, cocooning them from the outside world.

His hands, full of desire, began to wander across her body, moving slowly but purposefully toward her chest. With a gentle squeeze, he caressed her soft curves over the shirt she was wearing, eliciting a shiver from her as she felt his body responding accordingly underneath hers. Breaking the kiss Arnav looked at her deeply, both of them breathing heavily. His hands continued to explore, tenderly tracing the contours of her form. He undid the first two buttons of the shirt and placed a kiss on the centre of her chest. He continued unbuttoning and kissing the newly exposed skin as he went, gradually revealing her body inch by inch.

A soft whimper escaped her lips, when his fingertips came in contact with her naked skin, their roughness grazing her soft and sensitive flesh, causing goosebumps to erupt all over her body. He wrapped his lips around one of her hardened peaks and sucked it softly.

Cradling his head in both of her hands, She placed a soft kiss on the crown of his head, then on his forhead, his eyebrows and kept planting tiny kisses in between soft gasps wherever her lips could reach as he showered her chest with attention. His lips and tongue explored each inch of her with tender care. His kisses travelled to her collarbone and neck as he asked against her skin, "And why are you wearing my shirt?"

"Because it smells like you, and I was missing you," she whispered into his ear, placing a soft kiss before sinking her teeth into his earlobe.

"Did you just bite me?" A smirk threatened to form on his lips as he looked at her sternly.

"I might have." Khushi bit her lower lip to control her giggle.

"You know I can bite you back, don't you?"

"You will bit me back anyways."

"Tell me to stop biting you and I will. I am an obedient husband after all." They grinned at each other, eyes twinkling with mirth. "And stop biting your lips, that's my job."

Arnav pressed his lips to hers and as promised nibbled on her lower lip. They began undressing each other. When Khushi tried to take off the shirt, he stopped her and said in between kisses, "Keep it on. It looks good on you."

He carefully positioned her in his lap again by holding her by her bottoms and they both hissed at the contact. Khushi steadied herself by gripping his shoulders as he slowly guided her down onto him, inch by inch. She whimpered in his neck as he sheathed himself into her to the hilt. Without delay, he began to move her in a steady rhythm, repeatedly filling her as her nails dug into his skin. His each deliberate and measured move sent waves of pleasure through both of them. Her soft gasps near his ear, as his length pressed deeply into her, causing shivers to run down his spine. His hands glided along her back, her sides, her bottom, her thigh, everywhere he could reach. And she melted into him. Her breathing quickened and she pressed her lips fervently against his as she surrendered herself to the sensation.

Khushi alternated between kissing him and gazing at his eyes, as she moved over him. She explored every inch of his skin available to her with soft, lingering kisses. From his neck to his jaw, his shoulders to his nose, as if she worshipped him with her lips. Her hardened peaks brushed against his chest as his hands gently controlled her movement. Their rhythm was unhurried, akin to a slow dance. In between deep strokes, he held her tightly for a bit and simply breathed her in with his forehead resting on her collarbone, his breath tickling her skin, while her fingers combed through his hair.

As Khushi savoured every moment of their togetherness, she realized she liked gazing into his eyes up close like this. She was captivated by the emotions swirling in his caramel-brown gaze. There was an intensity in his touch, in his kiss, his gaze tonight, that unsettled Khushi. And she hated it. It wasn't the kisses or the touch she disliked, but rather the fact that she made him feel like he needed to reassure her of his love. He didn't need to. Not anymore. She knew he loved her and she promised herself to always trust in his love. Now, she needed him to have the same faith in her as well.

"I love you," she said, cupping his face and gazing deeply into his eyes, feeling a slow, intense fire threatening to consume her.

"I know," he whispered as he closed the distance between their lips. As he deepened the kiss, one of his hands joined her body where they were joined. With time, they both welcomed the fire that ran through their veins as the sensation wrapped them in its warm embrace.

"I love you more than you know,'' she breathlessly murmured against his lips.

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[getouyuri]

making executive decisions for my yakuza jjk au rn (waving my gavel around and shouting ORDER ORDER)

• toji’s reader is a tattoo artist 🤓👆🏽 you and toji were fuckbuddies for a while until you accidentally got pregnant, didn’t tell him shit when you cut him off, and you raised megumi on your own for a few years before abruptly running into toji again (he swings by a random tattoo parlor and sees you plus little megumi sitting at your station and he’s like????). toji starts co-parenting after giving it some thought and you and toji rekindle + end up falling in love fr 🙂‍↕️ maybe it’s kind of an overdone trope but idc it’s one of the overdone tropes that I enjoy! you also do tattoos for the garuda’s angels sometimes so toji’s like ‘how the fuck did it take me literal years to catch wind of you again… and I found you BY ACCIDENT not because they told me 😕’

• otaku!reader has some tattoos that you’ve gotten from tattooartist!reader. cue oyabun sukuna’s face screwing up in distaste when he’s balls deep in you and has to stare at the anbu tattoo on your hip (you claim that kakashi is not only your first love but your one true love)

• orphanageworker!reader -> back to cafeowner!reader. mostly cos I didn’t wanna do two readers that worked with children (orphanageworker!reader and teacher!reader) and partially cos I prefer cafeowner!reader and yuki’s dynamic + circumstances + background + etc.

• otaku!reader met oyabun sukuna somewhere random as hell; they bumped into each other (literally) and he spilled shit all over you. you whipped around like man what the hell is wrong with you DICK!!!!! you’re buying me a new shirt because this one was expensive 😒 and sukuna is mentally like ‘why is this little BEAST talking to me like this… do they not know that I could tear them limb for limb 😐 I should kill them’ but he’s turned on by the audacity and folds

• I’m taking uraume off of the list of yakuza au characters that I’ll write for 😓 I love them but I have no interest in writing them… wee boo 🙏🏽🕊️ they’ll still be in the au ofc

• this isn’t a Decision technically because I’m still torn but I’m pondering utahime’s reader… the idea revolving around my head the most is tora-gumi yakuza doctor 🤔 idk if that’ll be the route I go though

[n0-n1c]

hi! i'm nicolas (nic for short), a self-taught artist from czechia 🇨🇿

my likes vary but art remains:

art goals for 2025

draw a short comic (at least a full page)

take part in three zines or similar projects

learn to combine ink and watercolor effectively

speed up digital drawing process

stretch goals (as in "it's a stretch")

record art timelapses

increase blog followers by order of magnitude

copy of my tag system page under cut (if you can't find it under the main header)

/tags

tired of endless scrolling? looking for a thing but the search function would deny its own mother? worry no more!

by technique

traditional art – typically touched up a bit digitally, most pictures taken with iphone

digital art – before you ask, i use photoshop cc 2015 & xp-pen tablet (star 03 i think, 10 inch)

mixed media – mostly older pictures, major digital coloring & editing

by fandom

tolkien – the lord of the rings, the hobbit, the silmarillion, whatever by jrrt. older pictures, the obsession subsided. temporarily. much fëanorian content

naruto – yeah. send asks to my main if you want a rant.

death note – symbolism

neon genesis evangelion – actually don’t talk to me about this one before you read my short fics (ao3 link)

attack on titan – huge design potential

doctor who – doo wee doo

good omens – older art

steven universe – only mcu crossover ocs (gemheart au)

gravity falls – unashamedly an old man fan

the witcher – hundreds of hours on the witcher game. yes, the first one. i spam igni, exploit the meteorite loophole to get swords without losing material, and follow the elf route because i always forget i can’t romance yaevinn.

fullmetal alchemist – (chimerahood au)

misc

gift art – pictures i intend to frame and throw at family members as gifts

nic art [main blog, opens in new link] – reblogs from here + messy stuff

[thairishslag]

Octonauts human au part:4

Peso

Peso:he is 29 and is a doctor/medic (I looked it up There can be a difference but it depends on the context)He is in a relationship with Kwazii and he is from chile (chilean Antarctica )(I looked it up people live there in small towns)(apparently) (although I’m not the biggest fan of the us dub i do love chilean peso) He has a good relationship with all his siblings and is very protective of his little brother pinto and fells responsible for him as there dad left when pinto was a baby which led there mother to fall into a depression (also a wee bit of postpartum), pesos older siblings we’re both away at university so peso had to help his mum a lot with pinto .Peso loves his extended family but only really gets to see them all at once at weddings and funerals as there is so many of them (The struggle is real i can relate) peso studied medicine outside his home town but still in chile and never really traveled outside of chile at all until he joined the Octonauts when he was 28. He met Kwazii at a bar on a bar crawl with friends from uni to celebrate them passing their exams when he was 27,Kwazii offered him a position on the octopod and a date. peso agreed to go out with him but didn’t agree to join the Octonauts until the following year.Peso is a talented pianist and often used to play in bars and restaurants for some extra money when he was a student and still plays for the Octonauts entertainment occasionally.Peso doesn’t talk to his dad that often because he saw firsthand the effect him leaving did to him and the rest of his family and he still doesn’t fully forgive him for it but he has good communication with his mum and the rest of his family.Peso is very close with pretty much everyone on the octopod there a pretty tight net  group.He injoys jigsaw puzzles and often does big jigsaws with Shellington who also loves them he uses he/him pronouns and is gay.

Big thanks to @jibanyans-chocobar who unintentionally helped me a lot with we’re peso is from by their post I really hadn’t a notion before im remarkable shit at geography and i would have definitely fucked it up otherwise

[borrowedtimeandspace]

To All a Good Night

AU: The Donna Trilogy | If I Could Turn Back Time

Note: Merry Christmas! Oh, too early? Um, Happy Mother's Day! ...Still too early? Welp.

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London, 1851

Christmas dinner was pleasant.

The Doctor hadn't been to one, a proper one, since the Powell Estate. Since the Tylers. Since Rose…

It really did hit the spot, though. Particularly after yet another valiant effort to save the human race and London in particular in the wee hours of Christmas morning.

With that in mind, the Doctor wasn't sure if this could technically be called ‘dinner’, but it was something warm on the belly, and well deserved. Not just for the Doctor, but for Rosita and Jackson Lake and his small son, Frederic.

Once the boy had proper food in him after not being fed well in so long, he grew incredibly sleepy. Rosita offered to take him to bed, leaving the Doctor and Jackson alone at the table.

“You know, Doctor” Jackson spoke up gently. “Of all the fantastical things I saw in your life, there was something that has rather puzzled me.”

The Doctor arched an eyebrow quizzically at Jackson. Like he said, in over nine hundred years of the Time Lord traveling through time and space, it was interesting that a nineteenth-century man force-fed knowledge of the highlights of such a life would fixate on only one thing. “What’s that?”

Jackson gave a sheepish chuckle and turned his attention to the half-full cup of wine he still had left. “As you know, sir, I would dream about your life, the things you'd seen and the people you'd met. Oftentimes I would witness the horrors that you had, but once in a while, a blessed few of the lovely things you've seen and people you've known would shine through.” He glanced toward the Doctor, who could tell there was more but Jackson almost seemed embarrassed to bring it up.

“Lately, I'd begun to catch glimpses of something, or I think someone quite peculiar. Looked very much like any human woman might, only she seemed to stand about this high.” Jackson lifted one hand to hold horizontally above the table surface at just over four inches. 

Under the table, one of the Doctor’s hands clenched into a fist, but he let Jackson continue. 

“Now, I'd seen and understood that otherworldly creatures exist, things far more bizarre than this young lady. There was something about her, however, that gave me the impression that she was of this world.” Again, that bashful smile. “But that's quite silly, isn't it?”

“So silly,” the Doctor was quick to agree. “Impossible, even, at least on Earth. Maybe out there in the stars, but not here. Not on evolution's watch.”

Though the Time Lord forced an amused grin, he was in desperate deflection mode. He knew exactly who Jackson saw, and it was somebody he'd lost very recently. He tried to close out the pain and move forward but…

Out of anyone here, he knew Jackson might understand. He'd lived as the Doctor for a short while, and acted very bravely and selflessly in doing so. And right then, with all those fresh and painful feelings bubbling up at the reminder of who he'd lost, the Doctor wanted nothing more than to tell him the truth. To talk about one of the strongest people he knew, even if she might also be the smallest.

For all she'd been through, the emotional and physical torment she'd endured in her longer than average life, Zepheera wanted nothing more than to help others. She had more setbacks to deal with besides her four and a half inches in height by the time the Doctor met her. They became friends, and worked through it all with Donna’s help. Zepheera more than held her own when push came to shove. Even became a commanding yet comforting presence in friendly company, size be damned.

Now she and Donna were both gone. Donna forgot all about the Doctor after he wiped her mind, and Zepheera…

Earlier in the night, Jackson had inquired about his current lack of companionship. The Doctor had answered honestly, as much as he could with someone he'd just met and might not see again. He'd had Zepheera in mind when he vaguely mentioned, “Some of them, I've lost…”

That was as much as he dared talk about her, though, especially with this particular line of questioning from Jackson. Because it wasn't just about Zepheera at that point.

She was a borrower. A member of a species of humanoid beings that existed in miniature, most living under five inches in height. They survived by living in secret from the much larger human beings, hiding amongst them and surviving on what little they could scavenge. Most often, this came in the form of sneaking into human dwellings through the walls and under the floors and nicking small things that they found useful, stealing tiny amounts of food and supplies to get by. Things that wouldn't be missed or were easily replaced.

Only they evidently decided that ‘stealing’ was a rather harsh word, and so dubbed the practice as borrowing.

Remaining a secret from humanity was vital to their survival. If humans were to catch on, some might see the smaller folk as a nuisance or vermin leeching off of them, treat them as oddities to be studied or kept on display, or even as pets. The Doctor was unfortunately aware that this would eventually be the case centuries from now, as Zepheera had lived through some of those worst case scenarios. He'd be damned if he potentially brought that about even earlier by talking openly about borrowers, even just to gush about the one he knew and loved as a friend.

Even to someone he trusted, like Jackson.

The Doctor gave a shrug to try and wave the whole thing off as politely as he was capable of doing. “Best guess, your fugue state worked with your subconscious to make up something fantastical. Maybe to balance out the bad dreams, give you something whimsical to think about when you woke up.”

“...Yes. That must be right,” said Jackson at length after studying the Doctor for a moment. He shook his head and took up his cup of wine, holding it up between himself and the Doctor. “A toast, then,” he offered, “to those we've loved and lost.”

The Doctor blinked at him, but recovered by holding his own barely touched cup in a similar manner. It was an odd feeling, probably brought on by the way Jackson had been so convinced that he and the Doctor were one and the same, but he had a way of seeing through the Time Lord’s attempt to deflect from the topic. And he accepted it anyway, because he knew there was a reason.

“In their memory,” added the Doctor.

Jackson nodded, letting his cup clink against the Doctor's. “May they live on in our hearts.”

They toasted solemnly, both ending up with a small smile as they set down their drinks.

Maybe it was the wine. Maybe it was Christmas. Maybe it was the simple bond the two men felt as they pondered their respective losses. 

Jackson's wife, Caroline, killed by the Cybermen… Zepheera, lost to time… Though they couldn't be recovered, the two men were of one mind about one thing.

Somehow, the worst was the furthest from their minds in that moment, and all they could think about were the good times. Laughter and thrill and joy and honesty. Gratitude that, though it was now over, all that time was theirs to keep close and hold tight.

The memories brought Jackson and the Doctor a good deal of comfort as their feast came to an end, and for a long while after their ways parted.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hi Steph!!

Sorry to pop into your inbox out of nowhere - but I absolutely had to message you! I've been desperately searching for kid!John fics for the past six months and accidentally stumbled onto the Wee Doctor Series and OH MY GOSH, I LOVE IT SO MUCH! I would quite literally give a kidney to experience reading it for the first time again. I also finished the Intentions Series last week by your recommendation, and both of these stories made me ridiculously happy.

I was wondering if you might know any other novel-length fics (30,000+ words) that feature John as a child while Sherlock remains an adult? I'm open to ANY premise – whether it's de-aging, alternate universe, or Sherlock's-kid scenarios!

Thank you so much for your time and for sharing such wonderful fic recs!! Lots of love <33

Hey Lovely!

First, the two series you recommended:

Intentions Series by KeelieThompson1 (M, 214,673+ w. across 4 Fics || WiP || Father-Son AU || Father-Son Relationship, Kid John, Unusual Childhood, Mentions of Child Abuse, Crime, Teen Pregnancy, Sherlock is John’s Father, Fluff, Humour) – Sherlock Holmes discovers he's the father of ten year old John Watson; the product of an experimental night with a girl he would tenuously call a friend when he'd been sixteen.

Wee Doctor Series by americanjedi (T, 283,224 w. across 9 works || Time Travel / Adult in Kid Body AU || Grown Up John in 8 Year Old Body, Magical Realism, Conspiracies, Not Kidfic-Kidfic, Paternal Lestrade, Angst, Comfort, Past Abuse) – Dr. John Watson is turned into an eight year old child, dealing with Sherlock who doesn't know him in a world where he was never born. He's a little stressed out, but he's got his priorities straight. Original characters and London as a war zone, and John's accidentally inventing a super genius.

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Secondly, I don't really enjoy kid fics so they're not the first thing I go looking for, hahahha. SADLY I don't have any personal recs, and a quick search on my MFL list doesn't seem to meet the criteria you're looking for :(

Perhaps one of my Lovelies and Lurkers™ will have a few suggestions for us??

Thank you for your kind words! I'm happy my blog has brought you joy! 💜🖤

[strayingawayy]

no omg pls dont worry about the royal au han jisung fic for the time being. your health is ALWAYS more important!! and wtf SEIZURES?? ARE YOU BETTER NOW??? is it like a recurring thing??? please dont worry about writing for now omgg im so so worried about you i really hope things look up for you from here on:') im so sorry if i made you feel like you HAVE to write the fic, that really wasnt my intention. theres NO deadlines and we'll always be waiting for you here so please dont worry abt releasing new fics. and i saw you mentioning family issues but i felt like id be overstepping if i mentioned it, but i really really hope you get away from that place and find yourself a better environment cuz NOBODY deserves that:((

since im yapping anyways, i can relate to the daddy issues part SOOO MUCH. it fucking sucks tbh(ESPECIALLY when you see all your friends living such amazing lives w supportive parents and you feel super envious looking at them. AND THEN YOU FEEL HORRIBLE FOR FEELING THAT WAY). i think thats the reason i even found the fanfiction community in the first place, cuz i wanted an escape from this horrible reality that we have to suffer through. this is sort of a coping mechanism for me too tbh. all this to say, i understand and can sympathize with you a lot more than you think SO PLEASE PUT YOURSELF FIRST and i wish, from the bottom of my heart, that everything gets better for you. writers like you are my(and many others') safe space and i genuinely wish nothing but the absolute best for you<333 -same anon for the 3rd time:P (maybe i should assign myself an emoji lol)

hello, sweet anon <3

hfkskdkd no im genuinely sorry. i can't believe i forgot. I have a few thoughts written after you sent me that ask so i'll be working on it soon enough too. hopefully. just give me a few more days and don't worry at all, sweetheart. i don't feel compelled to write it, i genuinely want to. and knowing that someone wants to read it gives me a bit more of a push to do it :))

as for the seizure, they're not exactly sure as to why it happened. i collapsed in the middle of a lecture and began seizing. i have no recollection of the ordeal but a couple days at the hospital and constant medication probably means it was...a wee bit miserable i suppose. my doctor also told me yesterday that im going to be on meds for maybe another two years and im absolutely fucking devastated because this stuff causes serious tiredness, brain fog and real emotional instability so ive already warned my friends to not come too close if i look like they killed my wife or something fhfjsjdkx.

im so sorry that you're going through something similar w/ family :(( it's not my entire family tbh, just a few people who've been absent for most of my life and when shit got real (aka the seizure) they took it as an opportunity to invite themselves back into my life and tell me how to live it. and dw hahahaha i live w/ friends so usually away from the mess of it. i truly, truly hope things get better for you too <333 hope your day is going well ❤️‍🩹

thank you so much for allowing me and other writers to be your safe space. i hope i do all i can to bring you happiness and comfort 💕 also definitely, would like if you chose an emoji. i had a few emoji anons a while back too. hope they're well in case they happen to read this.

have a beautiful day <333