#zenny is writing...

[zennybearr]

silent muse

ship: lucius x narcissa malfoy.

tags / warnings: painting; cute moments; husband and wife playful moments.

note: @loving-lucissa - ily.

word count: 580.

in the sun-drenched parlour of maloy manor, the gentle sounds of a brush stroking canvas filled the air. lucius malfoy stood at his easel, focused intently on capturing the image before him. his wife, narcissa, sat comfortably on a plush chaise longue, a leather-bound book resting in her hands. the soft light from the tall windows cast a warm glow on her fair skin and platinum hair, creating an ethereal aura around her.

narcissa was lost in her book, her delicate fingers occasionally turning a page. she exuded a calm, elegant grace, her posture perfect and poised. the serene expression on her face suggested she was completely absorbed in the story, unaware of the outside world, save for the man painting her. her dress, a soft blue that matched her eyes, flowed around her like a gentle wave, adding to the tranquil scene.

lucius glanced up from his work, his eyes tracing the elegant lines of narcissa's form. his hand moved with practised precision, capturing the delicate arch of her neck, the gentle curve of her lips as she read. he couldn't help but smile at the sight of her so engrossed, her usual regal demeanour softened by the quiet intimacy of the moment.

for lucius, painting was more than just a pastime; it was a way to immortalise the moments he cherished. and this moment, with narcissa bathed in the soft afternoon light, was one he wanted to remember forever. he marvelled at the way the light played off her hair, giving it an almost silver sheen. his brush danced across the canvas, blending shades of gold and cream to capture the subtle hues of her skin.

narcissa felt his gaze and looked up from her book. their eyes met, and a gentle smile spread across her lips. “how is it coming along?” she asked, her voice soft and melodic.

lucius returned her smile, his eyes full of affection. “beautifully, as always,” he replied, his tone warm. “but no painting could ever truly capture your beauty.”

narcissa chuckled, a light, musical sound. “ever the charmer,” she teased, a playful glint in her eyes. “you flatter me too much, lucius.”

he set down his brush and stepped back to admire his work, then turned his gaze back to her. “i speak only the truth,” he said sincerely. “you are my muse, my inspiration.”

a soft blush crept into narcissa's cheeks, and she looked down, momentarily flustered. she had always appreciated the way lucius could express his feelings so openly, even after all their years together. it was one of the many things she loved about him.

lucius walked over and sat beside her, gently taking her hand in his. “thank you for sitting for me,” he said, his voice tender. “it means more than you know.”

narcissa closed her book and leaned against him, her head resting on his shoulder. “anything for you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. she felt a surge of warmth in her chest, a deep, abiding love for the man beside her.

they sat there in comfortable silence, the painting of narcissa as serene and beautiful as the woman herself. in that quiet moment, with the sun setting and the room bathed in a golden glow, they felt an unspoken bond, a deep connection that went beyond words and gestures. it was a moment they would both treasure, a reminder of the love they shared and the beauty they found in the simplest of moments.

© zennybearr

[hecalledme-jagi]

The Ponderings of a Man In Love

I've had this FanLore for Zen strewing in my brain for a little over a year and finally decided to write it out into a one shot!

Enjoy!

What does it mean to experience first love? 

Zen wondered as he watched you doze off beside him to the sound of a movie you both had forgotten about halfway through. He smiled to himself softly, gently brushing away a strand of hair that had fallen over your face, planting a tender kiss on the top of your head. The comforting gesture caused you to snuggle further into his side, cozy and loved. Treasured and wanted.

Zen often thought about the meaning of first love when he was with you. He always felt a pang of guilt over dating other girls before you, even if you weren't bothered by it. He knew you were his yesterday, today, and tomorrow--his dusk and dawn. His moon and stars--leaving him with the fact that you weren't his first, which felt wrong in every way imaginable. So there he sat wondering, and really pondering, what it meant to experience first love. Had he experienced it before? If so, that idea devastated him, leaving his heart aching, poking, splintering, and desperately wanting your comforting. Hoping all his wondering meant nothing. 

He snuggled in close, soaking in your warmth, soothing his self-inflicted wounds, nuzzling your hair, blinking back the sting of tears.

Slowly he doze off to the sound of your steady breathing, calming his anxiety. Slowly learning to bask in the simple pleasures of a quiet evening. 

His breathing steadied, finding rhythm with your own, and in complete unison, your chests rose and fell. 

He found his peace in his small basement apartment.

But absolutely and entirely, he found his peace here with you.

And in his slumber, there came a dream. Or, more accurately, a nearly forgotten memory.

Zen was younger here, much younger than you knew him now. His hair barely reached past his shoulders, fashioned into something of a mullet. His leather jacket just a size too big, but in a year's time, it would fit him perfectly. And he stood in a place filled with familiarity. His secret mountain hideout. The view was the same as it had always been, and somehow, that comforted the young boy, here now, and the man he would come to be. 

The cold evening air nipped at his cheeks and nose, a gentle breeze passing through his hair with the faint smell of cigarette smoke. Following the scent with his eyes and nose, he found a scene this young boy very well knew but was far from the scene his adult counterpart adored. There stood a girl who simply wasn't you.

Ji-an, a younger, much more boyish Hyun, recognized with an air of giddiness coating his thoughts, and in like manner, she was viewed with rose-tinted glasses. 

He admired her long black hair as it gently swayed in the passing breeze, her sharp and unusually dark eyes staring down at the view he found so much comfort in, reflecting nothing of the setting sun or the city lights flickering on one at a time. And her lips turned in a slight frown with a lit cigarette in hand. Ji-an was a girl made entirely of mysterious beauty, and for a long time, Hyun might've considered her the most beautiful girl he'd ever met. She was in the same gang as Zen, that's how they had met. She was older than him, but only slightly, maybe sixteen or seventeen. She was a force to be reconned with, a calm before a storm. Freedom and rebellion. Anger and desperation. Loneliness and devastation. But other than that, she was a total mystery. Hyun never knew more about her than she let him see, and maybe that was part of why he clung to her so helplessly. Or maybe it was because he envied her and how free she seemed to be. Maybe he wanted to live reckless abandoned where he was allowed to be who he wanted to be, the way Ji-an seemed to. Or maybe it was because bad habits always seemed more attractive than good ones at the start.

Ji-an sucked on her cigarette, holding the smoke in her throat until it burned. 

“You know,” she began as she turned to look at Hyun, “I think if we had met before everything hit the fan, I would’ve fallen in love with you for real.”

Hyun watched and admired the rugged elegance she exuded. Marvalling, despite how her words cut him deeply. His heart secretly wondering--when will anyone ever truly love me?

“For one thing, you’re a real looker,” she leaned in and kissed Hyun's lips softly, leaving the faintest taste of cigarette smoke and strawberry lip balm on the tip of his tongue. 

Is that all I'll ever be? A pretty face barely worth loving? Another secret wonder he wouldn't discover until much later.

“You’re not so bad of a guy either,” she reached out, with her free hand and gently played with the fringe that hung over his forehead. “If I wasn’t so damaged, I’d probably be able to appreciate that heart of yours,” she poked his chest playfully and with a tone of self-mockery, sucking another puff of cigarette tar into her lungs. 

“But instead, here I am, giving you cigarettes, beer, and bad memories,” she scoffed. 

Hyun took a step closer to Ji-an, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with her. He peered into her face, hoping to read the meaning in her words by seeing her expression more clearly, but there was nothing he could see. Her eyes continued to stare dispassionately at the scenic view, and not for a moment did she meet his searching gaze, nor did she acknowledge his presence at her side. Instead, her brow furrowed, and irritation fizzled in her vacant eyes.

"We shouldn't have met," she said, tossing her cigarette onto the ground and stomping it out under her boots. 

Hyun felt his heart drop.

Ji-an turned on her heels and walked towards her motorcycle.

"W.. wait! Ji-an, where are you going?" He called.

There was no answer except the loud roar of a motorcycle engine starting.

"Ji-an!"

She paused, looking towards Hyun, with more emotion in her eyes than Hyun had ever seen before, "Get out of here. Become something." 

And that was it. 

She rode off, the rumbling of her motorcycle fading the farther she got. And Hyun could only watch, confused, lost, and entirely too alone for a boy his age.

Zen jolted awake, beads of cold sweat running down his back and his heart dropping into his stomach, leaving his chest feeling hollow and unbearably lonely until he heard you.

"Hyun?" you said, coming back into the living room with a glass of water, "Are you okay?"

He looked at you, and the frenzy in his eyes became calm. A deep breath entered his lungs, and it was exhaled smoothly.

And that's when his wondering all made sense. 

Zen realized it then as his hysteria calmed at the mere sight of you. He knew then that perhaps in all possibility, before you came and before he had forgotten what life was like in your absence, he would've considered Ji-an his first love experience. And in some way, maybe she was. Maybe she was his first love, but that thought didn't seem to bother him so much anymore. Because maybe love was more about changing than firsts and lasts. 

(Although, admittedly, he was perfectly enchanted by the idea that you would be his last. You would hold all his ending chapters, and perhaps, that was far more important than keeping all his opening phrases.)

Ji-an encouraged his flaws but neglected his strengths. He knew now that they were bad for each other, beasts ravenously hungry for love and acceptance. In love with their shared self-pity. Wanting each other because of the addictive nature of cigarettes, loving the nicotine clinging to their clothes and mingling in their mouths. Loving the faint taste of strawberries after every kiss that made the bitter taste of tobacco seem pleasant and sweet. But even still, she inspired his drive for freedom.

And you? You came and captivated him.

You nurtured his strengths and loved his flaws, and for that, he loved you, but as his feelings began to grow, he wanted to be better for you. He wanted to change. So maybe, just maybe, it was for the best that you came at this moment in his life. You came at the point in his life when he still had room to grow but was mature enough to treasure you wholeheartedly. Perhaps now was the best time to love you--not to say it was the only time he could love you, nor was it the perfect time, for he knew that if he had met you ten years ago or ten years from now, he'd be ready to love you precisely and honestly--so now as Zen looks at you, finally finding his moment of lost peace, he realizes that all this wondering about "first love" was for not because all that matters is that he loves you.

Zen nods, gently grabbing at your waist and pulling you in. He rests his forehead against your torso, hugging your waist tightly.

 "Never better, honey~"

˚✧₊⁎𝒥𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑎⁎⁺˳✧༚

I do not own any characters, all ownership goes to Cheritz. Thanks for reading!

[flamingskull28]

A short side order AU with @geminired characters, not the best written I know.

Bines sucks in a few pained breaths as he finally pins Zenni, she kicks and thrashes against him as that damned coral controls her. He didn't know how he was alive, half his body was coated in that strange black ink she had. It was more acidic than normal ink and hurt like shell.

Ignoring the pain he looked down at his corrupted friend. Despite almost killing him, every part of him ached to just give her a hug. He and Solace had been chased by her for an hour, he'd given Solace a chance to run off and get help while he stalled her but it had been to much for him, even if he was twice her size.

"Z-Zenni...." He groaned in-between his panting. "Please... I-I know you're in there. Please.... I can't lose another sister..." he hadn't expected it to work but to his surprise Zenni slowly stopped fighting him.

"B-Bines..?" She mumbled, her voice sounded distorted and grainy. Every fiber of his being didn't like the sudden shift but his relief outweighed his gut feeling.

"Bines... I hurt you didn't I? I.. I am sorry..." it didn't sound natrual as the words passed her lips. However, Bines was just hoping to not fight his friend anymore.

"It's.. okay. It's over now..." Without thinking he pulled her into a hug, one he had needed badly. Feeling one of his closest friends who had been fighting him finally turn back to herself, eased him for the first time in a while. Maybe, for once, everything would turn out okay-

Bine's yelped, briefly tightening his grip on Zenni before his fleeting strength made his arms fall to his side. Feeling a sharp pain in his back he turned his attention towards the pained area. Just in time to see a blade with the arbor's logo, that have previously dangled on Zenni's hip, being pulled from his back.

Looking back at Zenni, the wicked looked retuned in her eyes and grin as she fiddled the ink covered knife between her fingers. He realized that he'd been played.

"Zenni... t-this isn't you.." Bines coughed out, falling onto on arm and looking up at Zenni. Pretty ironic considering she'd spend almost all their interactions looking up at him.

"Maybe it is, maybe it isn't... and maybe if you all had treated me better this wouldn't have happened. It was no wonder I couldn't resist their offer for a way to show you all up." A twisted grin overtook her as she mocked him. Seeming to relish in the guilt that overtook his face. "But oh well, to late now. You behave while I go take care of the others, K? Try not to have to much fun~" a sickening laughter rung out from her, before she calmly walked off. Leaving Bines as his ink began to flood from the open wound plaguing the octolings back.

"Zenni.... I'm sorry I couldn't save you.." He mumbled, feeling his conciseness slipping. Even knowing Zenni had quite literally stabbed him in that back, all's he felt was guilt for failing to protect his closest friend. A stream of tears left him as he fell unconscious.

This art would be before this short fic, art by @y3llowkiwi

[caracello]

checking my own doc like i cant wait for the new lines to drop (has to write them)

[teetlestansecond]

actually i'm a Bad Jew™ and forgot today is in fact sunday and the first night of hanukkah so this week's chapter won't be posted until tomorrow 😭😭

however!! in the meantime i am asking so nicely for you guys to ask questions about the shattered au thus far!

[ayasearchives]

The Cohoot Scam

The owl preened its azure feathers generously, perched on the young hunting trainee’s shoulder. Usagi couldn't have looked more proud of her new feathery companion as she made her way through the bamboo woods of the old shrines. 

The combination of the heat and humidity had the poor girl soaking in sweat before her training had even begun. Master Utsushi told her to meet at the abandoned temple next to the crags. She pursed her lips, just hoping for once, he'll let her take on some actual monsters this time now that she had a superior version of a cohoot. No jogging, no stupid climbing exercises- actual hunting.

She was already dying for a rest by the time she found her instructor perched on the mossy roof of the old temple. The excitement of her specialty buddy was the only thing keeping her spirits up as she waved to the hunter.

"Yo Ace! Been waitin' for ya!" The ninja clapped his hands onto his thighs before dropping down to the ground, hardly making as much as a soft thud. "Hate to break that good mood of yours but we're gonna be climbing those crags behind us, so I hope ya brought some rations and a daaaaa–..." His voice trailed off as he peered at the owl on her shoulder. His eyes squinted. Instead of the complete awe Usagi anticipated, she was met with confusion, concern. 

"Uhhhhh… Ace?" He pointed at the bird scratching its dark blue headdress, "What is that?"

"Glad ya asked!" The young teenager huffed proudly, her arms crossed, "That, Master Utsushi, is a miniature Malfestio! And she is my new Buddy!" 

"A Miniature Malf– A what?"

. . .

There was an awkward silence. Utsushi blinked, looking at the bird, then back to her. "Okay, where did you get that?" The troubled look in his eyes was the last thing Usagi expected.

"What, looking to get one for yourself? Well I'm pretty sure the merchants hanging around so–"

"Woah woah woah, slow down Ace– Whaddya mean Merchant?” 

“I mean he said  they have to be specifically bred, so you won’t find them in the wild, so-” “Oh nononono, Usagiiiii-'' Utsushi inhaled loudly, both hands pressed firmly against his forehead before letting out a loud groan. Fingertips dragged down his face before clasping his hands at his mouth, well, where his mouth should be, all the while shaking his head disapprovingly.

Usagi threw her hands up in the air, "... Why you lookin’ at me like that?!"

"I'm tryin’ to figure out how the heck ya managed to scam yourself into buying a fake Malfestio, I mean— are you for reals, Ace?!" 

"A scam?!" Usagi retorted, bewildered, picking the owl by her sides, shoving her into Utsushi's face, who jolted backwards. "Does this look like a fake to you?! I've seen the pictures Master Hojo has drawn! This is exactly what they look like!"

"Ace-- Listen to me." He huffed, eying the bird up and down, "I've been hunting for over ten years. There is no such thing as a 'Mini Malfestio.'" He poked at the birds chest, only to jerk away when she snapped her beak at him, "That is a Cohoot with as much makeup caked on it as you probably." “Whaddya mean ‘caked on’?! I have an image to maintain, thank you very much!” “Ya realize that's gonna be melted alllll over your face when we’re done with these exercises– you do realize that, right?” “Okay, So I just pop it back on later! Bam! Issue over!” “Th-...” His brows lifted in bemusement, “Dude, that makes zero sense!” “Well Sor-RY! I have standards, unlike your BO reeking stank-ass!” Usagi stuck her tongue out at the hunter. Utsushi shook his head, popping the lid off his dash juice. “Y’know that’s what you're gonna be smelling like here in–” He stopped, the look in his eyes told her he already knew he was in for hours of bickering if he kept this up. “Duuuuude-whatever, this is taking up training time and I ain’t about to let ya get out of these gnarly exercises, yo.” “Aw come on! I thought we were training to hunt, not a frickin’ triathlon!”

“You’re fifteen. Not happenin’.” The tip of his finger bopped her on the nose. “We ain’t even thinkin’ about tackling a basic Izuchi until you’re properly ready to thrash. And right now I’m sure as shurikens you’re gonna get thrashed at this point.” He grumbled under his breath, “Annnnnd that your mom’s gonna use my skull as an ashtray if you get as much as a scratch on you.”

Usagi stood her ground, arms crossed. Utsushi stood his.

“C’mon Ace.” The girl recognized the look in his eyes as a silent ‘are you done yet’ look.  “Ya wanna get to the gnarly action, ya gotta go through the shitty stuff first.” “Tch…" Usagi rolled her eyes in proper teenage fashion, "fiiiiine.” She dragged her her feet as she passed her instructor, who seemed to be eyeing the Malfestio on her shoulder, eyeing him back. His face cowl shifted. “Just how much did'ya pay for that anyways? Does Ritsuko know?” Usagi flinched. Of course he asked the one question she didn’t wanna answer. She tried to pretend she didn’t hear him, pulling herself up on the rocks with a loud ‘hiyup!’ Her brief, accidental eye contact betrayed that notion rather quickly.

His voice lowered disapprovingly, “Yo. Usagi.” “What?” She refused to even look at him, just staring at the rock inches from her face. “How much for the bird?” “Uh… relatively cheap for a bird wyvern?” “Which is…?” 

“Oh, c’mon! Why do you even wanna kn-.” “Look at me when I’m talkin’ to ya, Ace.” He snapped sternly, “How much?”

Usagi begrudgingly brought a resigned glance back to her instructor, who kept eye contact as he took a swig of dash juice. Knowing him, he wasn’t going to let that question go unanswered. She sighed, giving in. “...75k.”

Utsushi’s eyes practically jumped out of their baggy sockets, the yellow liquid shooting between the links of his chain cowl, followed by a resounding “YO, WHAT?!”

Climbing the crags away from him didn’t sound like such a bad idea after all.

“Ace, I um…” His hands clutched the top of his head, “I know I didn’t just hear ya say seventy-five. Thousand. Zenny.” He made sure to articulate every number from his lips. “...I did not just hear that, right?”

There was an awkward silence again. Usagi glanced sheepishly at her instructor, her face red as a Rathalos. “You're ain't being for reals, right?! I didn’t just hear 75 thousand zenny?!”

“Y’know, for someone who was just whining about talking taking up training time, that’s a lotta yakkin’ you're doing down there!” And without another word, Usagi's pace slowly began to pick up as she

‘Hey–HEY! Where d’ya think you’re going?! Get back down here!”

[howaboutalittlehelpneos]

Let me spill my blood for you

Let me spill my blood

Why won't you let me spill my blood

Why won't you let me love you

It's all I have

[juminsmysticmc]

How will de RFA react to them calling them husband/wife before marriage. I like your writing 🫶🏻

RFA reacting to a Mc calling them Husband/ wife before Marriage

I did it again - I forgot about my own blog. I am so sorry :( but here you are, cutie! Hope you like it just as much as I did!

Jumin 

,,But really, I still wonder why the heck you guys got married so quickly,’’ Zen asked, sighting as he sat opposite you at the round table. 

The RFA wanted to meet up for a private meeting, organized by you. 

,,I can answer this,’’ Jaehee said, her eyes were on fire as she lifted up her lenses. 

,,Because our lovely Mc,’’ her palm directed towards you ,,in an interview named Mr Han ,,my husband’’ and guess who liked the ring of it,’’ she smiled, she was there when it happened. 

You answered a question and named Jumin instead of fiancé ,,my husband’’ but quickly corrected to ,,fiancé’’ - something Jumin disliked. 

He was proud and excited to be named your husband, he loved the moment so deeply and Jaehee still had his bright, happy smile in front of her eyes, as well as his facial expression when you corrected yourself. 

And since he liked the ring of his soon-to-be name, he wanted to rush things. 

Jumin’s hand was entangled in yours, remembering that day brought memories up and he truly felt blessed. 

Zen nodded at Jaehee’s explanation. 

,,Mc, were you even okay with it?’’ he asked you, wondering if you even were allowed to decide anything in that marriage.

,,Yes, Jumin wouldn’t let me sleep in his bed beside him, I was craving for more and so I was happy over the rush,’’ you answered, making Zen choke. 

Jumin - your husband - was even prouder now. 

Zen 

,,Zenny, you are so cuteeee!’’ you laughed, you were laying on top of him, both of you cuddling and wrestling softly. 

,,You are my cutie, princess. But don’t name me Zen or Zenny, let me be your Hy-’’ 

,,Husband? Oppa?’’ you asked him, looking deep into his red eyes. 

Zen had to process what you just said. 

You named him Husband. 

His face turned red, glowing and burning. 

He was getting embarrassed but slowly smiled. 

Hearing that out of your mouth gave him a new ring, and he liked it. 

,,Oh, sorry, you wanted to say Hyun, didn’t you? Of course I will,’’ you smiled and gave him a kiss on his soft lips. 

,,Now I am embarassed that I called you like that,’’ you laughed, turning red on your own. 

You quickly hid your face between his neck and his shoulder and hugged him stronger. 

,,Please, just forget it,’’ you begged him, sighing.

But Zen couldn’t think of anything else than your words, than the meaning which was held into the word ,,Husband’’. 

And now you would name him Hyun… 

,,Hello, I called earlier, I am here to see your engaged rings,’’ Zen said the next day to the lady in the jewelry shop. 

No way he was going to make you call him Hyun instead of Oppa.

He wanted an upgrade now. 

Yoosung 

,,Seven years,’’ Yoosung sighed, giving your hand a squeeze. 

,,Yes, seven years, I can’t believe, that we already have been married for so long,’’ you chuckled. 

Suddenly you remembered something ,,Remember, when I came to the hospital while lunch break and asked your co-worker about your whereabouts?’’ you asked him, of course, he remembered. 

,,Yes, you asked about your husband, even though we still weren’t married,’’ he smirked. 

And everyone was angry with me that I didn’t tell them I was married,’’ he told you, remembering how embarrassed but happy he was when someone finally found him and told him that you, his wife, were waiting for you, only to find you with a similar redhead. 

And in that very moment, Yoosung made a decision - as soon as he had his day off, he wanted to buy you a well-deserved engagement ring. 

Jaehee 

It was a hard day, after a shift of so many hours on your legs, your head was empty. 

The shop was booming, of course both of you, Jaehee and you, were thankful for that. 

However, you still had your challenges to keep it up. 

It was almost closing time when your friends Yoosung and Zen entered the coffee shop, ready to eat the last pieces of cakes that wouldn’t be sold anymore - probably. 

Actually, Yoosung was going to bring some to his family since neither of you wanted to throw them away. 

When Yoosung wanted to give you at least a bit of money, you shook your head. 

,,Even my wifey said no, so take it!’’ you laughed. 

Everyone stopped breathing, Yoosung and Zen both looked at your hand, eyes glued on your ringless finger while Jaehee’s cheeks slowly turned red. 

,,Wifey?’’ she asked you. 

However, you didn’t realize what you just said. 

,,Wifey?’’ you repeated, making Jaehee turn even deeper in red. 

The four of you were laughing, while you were denying your own words, Zen and Yoosung tried to assure you, that you just named her your wife. 

And Jaehee was trying - of course in secret - to find out if she still had your ring size from the latest jewelry order to ask you to become her real wife…

Saeyoung 

If someone would have told him that he would have pushed you from the couch for saying something cute, he would have shown that person his middle finger. 

But he couldn’t because he was currently pressing a cold ice pack on your throbbing head while his arm was holding your waist. 

,,I am so sorry,’’ he whispered, little kisses on your wet cheek. 

You were crying because of the pain, but you knew, that he didn’t mean it. 

You were still in pain though. 

,,I will never call you Oppa or Hubby,’’ you groaned, giving him a side-eye. 

He smiled apologetically. 

,,My hand moved on it’s own, of course, I loved it when you named me ,,Hubby’’... 

But I was so embarrassed…I just wanted to push you lightly, I didn’t mean to make you fall,’’ he confessed. 

You rolled your eyes. 

,,I know. But I would like to get a pre-divorce,’’ you kept teasing him. 

Of course, the little pain you were having was gone in a few hours but still, Saeyoung kept thinking a lot and a lot about this incident. 

He was thinking of a way of preventing something like this again and his only way was making it real - he had to become your real-life husband.

ᗰᗩᔕTEᖇᒪIᔕT

21.05.2023 // 11:56 MEST

[zennybearr]

snowed in

ship: lucius malfoy x narcissa malfoy.

tags / warnings: winter; romance; couple; lucissa; snow; coffee; kissing; slight mentions of intimacy (sex), but nothing explicit ~ regardless, minors DNI.

note: a gift for @loving-lucissa.

word count: 547

snowflakes danced gracefully in the air, twirling in the gentle breeze as they made their descent. the world below was wrapped in a soft, white blanket, muffling the usual noises of the small town, casting a serene hush over the streets. the air was crisp and cold, with a hint of pine and woodsmoke, as the first light of dawn began to filter through the frosty haze.

at the edge of the town, hidden amongst land and land of woods, malfoy manor stood with a fire crackled merrily in the drawing room’s stone hearth, casting a warm glow that flickered against the brick walls. the scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the fragrance of light sandalwood and vanilla, hinting at the manor’s mistress as she descended the marble staircase, draped in oversized green silk robes, to where her lover stood, coffees in hand. “good morning, beautiful,” he smiled, gently placing the cup of coffee in her hands. “thank you,” she murmured, savouring a sip, the warm liquid trickling down her throat. “good morning, lover boy,” she teased, cup in hand, her other resting lightly on his arm, as he led them both into the drawing room to bask in the heat.

as they reached the window, the couple sat close on a loveseat, cocooned in a cozy blanket, cups placed on the table before them, observing wedding preparations - flowers, centerpieces. while unconventional for an unmarried couple to live together, the snow-in led lucius malfoy, the manor’s master, to keep his beloved narcissa safe for the night. despite disapproval from narcissa’s parents, the couple chose to ignore outside opinions, focusing on each other.

as robes fell away, the couple lay by the fireplace on the carpet, wrapped in the blanket, sharing sweet, lingering kisses. lucius held narcissa’s cheeks tenderly, while she ran her hands through his long locks. with rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes, narcissa looked radiant, her blonde hair catching the fire’s glow. lucius, smiling softly, kissed her forehead before returning to her lips, savoring each moment. their entwined hands deepened the kiss, bodies moving in sync with a shared rhythm of love.

narcissa, after their passionate moment, drifted into sleep, as outside, the snow fell softly, blanketing the evergreens in a pristine shimmer. lucius, gazing at the snow, awaited her awakening. “lucius?” she murmured upon waking. “i’m here, my love,” he whispered, soothing her. “is it still snowing?” she inquired, adjusting her appearance. “yes, looks like you’re staying another night,” lucius teased, winking. narcissa chuckled, “i doubt cygnus black will be pleased. knowing my father, he’ll brave the weather to rescue me,“ she remarked.

lucius quipped, “rescue you?” as he sauntered to his naked fiancée under the blanket, tracing her jaw, planting kisses from ear to neck, causing delightful shivers. “am i holding you prisoner?” he whispered, his words sending tingles down narcissa’s spine. “don’t be cute” she murmured, falling back softly as lucius draped himself over her once more.

“this is your home, narcissa. you’re always welcome,” lucius declared. “i love that,” she replied. “it’s the truth. i don’t care what anyone else says. your home is with me, narcissa. or should i say mrs. malfoy,” lucius teased, tracing his finger over narcissa’s engagement ring, a malfoy heirloom fit for his soon-to-be wife.

© zennybearr

[hecalledme-jagi]

@cheritzteam seriously spoiled us Zen Stans this year 😭 IT FEELS LIKE ITS BEEN FOREVER SINCE IVE SEEN MY BEAUTIFUL BOY IN SUCH HIGH QUALITY.

[venear-tmblr]

…. so i’ve had an idea

C!Ven FableSMP In-Character Smash or Pass

Today we reject canon and embrace non-canom ships like it’s the 2000’s-10’s again. Let us begin heheheh (also im sticking to masc leaning characters because c!Ven likes 🅱️oys.)

Aax

5/10: Pass

I don’t think they’d be bad for each other, I just think Ven would feel out of his depth yk? Their communication type wouldn’t clash badly, they’d both be able to argue without killing one another, but they just dont click?

I just think Ven would be intimidated? and that should be a dealbreaker in any relationship.

Caspian

6/10: Smash

Caspian would be the cool ex that you still see sometimes in random places, and you stop for 10-15 min to see how he’s doing, before you both leave and forget about each other again.

Cas would keep Ven’s bossy streak in check, and they’d sort out their problems together well. They have aligning interests in knowledge and writing, and overall they’d work.

they actually seem like the kind of couple to fall out of love with each other? which is very sad to me ;-;

They’d care about each other a lot i think, in a Scott’s Street by Phoebe Bridgers kinda way

Centross

7/10: Smash

… there’s only room for one self-sacrificing idiot in this relationship.

Opposite of Rae; Centross is Ven’s type, personality-wise. Also Centross does the love-bickering thing that Ven and Feng would do. They communicate well, they’d argue healthily, over all they’d be pretty good tbh. The sleep schedule between the two of them would be bad though, Ven would forget to stop work and Centross would do the same, they’d forget to check in with each other.

Rae

3/10: Pass (edit, was 2/10 but i raised it by 1 for Zenni the beloved)

you already know what i’m gonna say about these goobers. they’re terrible for each other

the interesting thing to me; there’s only two reasons for Ven to date Rae. 1) they’re young, and social norms say you should date someone similar to you. So both Vena and Rae would go “he likes what i like” and call it a day. OR 2) Rae would be a rebound for Ven. neither of which can happen in canon. (i love the band au blorbos <3)

Seven

4/10: Pass

they wouldn’t be bad, Ven just wouldn’t know how to approach Seven? Seven has so much going in, and Ven would need to know every detail about Seven’s past in order to feel comfortable in the relationship. Seven can’t really give that, so the relationship is over before it’s begun.

Ulysses

7/10: Smash

Similar to Caspian, they’d get along, they’d be good exes. Ven would learn a lot academically from Ulysses.

bonus point because this fish sounds aussie and that is important to me ok

Will

4/10: Pass

Based on the emotional reactions seen in the spy arc of S2, I don’t think these two would get along. i actually think Ven would get on Will’s nerves in close proximity, if he were to open up and let Will in emotionally. Not that it’d be Will’s fault, they just clash. They would have common interests though, so all wouldn’t be lost.

Will would speak his mind, whilst Ven clams up and avoids conflict, but they’d get around to communicating eventually. (so they’re def not the worst pairing on this list.)

Wolf

…9/10: Smash

ok hear me out, you haven’t seen the half of it in canon yet, but these two work well. They have a lot in common (that i can’t share yet)

they argue so well, maybe even better than Feng and Ven did. Where Feng would speak up with Ven, Wolf sits and listens and waits.

Wolf is Ven’s type physically,tall with long hair and broad shoulders, and comes close to his type in personality.

nodders they should kiss

…So in conclusion; Let Ven join Wolftross, its time for Wolventross throuple takover

[tedners]

as i’ve seen many people posting their thoughts and thank yous to fable smp here, i’ve decided that i would like to as well.

to the community:

i don’t think i’ve ever been so connected to a fandom space like this before. the fable community is genuinely a welcoming and kind group. in the discord server, i constantly see members uplifting and supporting each other and it’s always so sweet to see. you are all so incredibly talented as well. it’s also a joy to see the the different things you all create; whether it be art, cosplay, writing, edits, etc.

to the cast:

thank you for creating this wonderful and breathtaking world and story. each character and point of view has been so fascinating to watch and learn more about. as well, thank you for bringing together such an amazing community. i can’t wait to see what you all do in the future.

and, of course, to my fellow mods:

i adore each of you so so so much. it’s been incredible working with you so far; you make me proud to do what we do. thank you for all your hard work, all the laughs, and for being wonderful people i’m happy to call my friends.

if you haven’t already, please check out the fable smp appreciation project video! a big group of us came together to make this and i love it so much. it was edited by the wonderful ballerinamadi and features music by the incredible zenni; as well as fantastic art, cosplays, and words from a bunch of fable fans!

so one more time:

Thank you Fable SMP 💛

[ruthlesscore]

hello !

i’ve been enjoying your writing for sf6 lately, and i was wondering if you’d be able to write anything for ed?

i don’t have any specific scenario, but can it be with an x reader insert? haha i’m just craving any sort of ed content tbh

thanks !

Ed x Hacker!Reader - Meeting Ed

- This is my first request for SF6! I was already planning on making a Ed related post so this is like killing two birds with one stone! I hope you enjoy! <3 -

You weren't a Street Fighter. You had more brains than those ruffians that go around beating up anything that moves. As an intellectual, you're enrolled in college to peruse your dream in technology. You had friends here and there, like Li-Fen, who lived in Chinatown, and some people who worked in SiRN.

You were from a working class household, only 23, constantly having to pay off your tuition. You didn't have money to afford food sometimes. You started picking up part-time jobs, some were odd, others were impractical. They never lasted long. You frequently got fired for being late or sleeping on the job. Your excuse?

"School's got me brunt out. I'm sorry, it won't happen again!"

and it didn't happen again because now youre jobless. Sitting at home, rotting away in front of your computer, you decided you needed a new job and fast. Something more practical that didn't require you to leave the comfort of your dorm.

You serached for a week or so before coming across this group called Neo Shadoloo. You've heard about Shadoloo from your many conversations with Li-Fen. The experiments they conducted on innocent children disgust you. You were glad they were gone. But if Shadoloo was gone, who the was Neo Shadoloo?

Adding the phone number to your contacts, you messaged the individual names Ed.

I saw the flyer for Neo Shadaloo. You guys hiring?

You got a response almost immediately.

Hell yeah we are. You gotta have some sort of experience in tech. You a hacker? You legit?

Yeah. What do you need done?

Just getting information from certain databases. Anything about Shadaloo, M. Bison, the experiments, or where the remnants might be. I'll send the pay to you later.

And that's the day you started cyber attacks for this strange organization. At first, you felt guilty about this. Then you were uncertain about the job because what you were doing was illegal. But then you looked at the pay and god DAMN. Who cares about morals when this shady organization is sending you 700 zenny per task.

After your first couple of jobs, Ed started to message you about things outside of work, like the history of Shadaloo, sightseeing in Metro, your studies at university, and personal philosophies. Sometimes, when you're up at night, you'd receive a text from him. You don't know if it was because he was under the influence, or that men usually act this way past 10, but he would send messages that were so strange. You couldn't tell if he was flirting or he was telling a bad joke.

You single? Of course you are. Nobody born in the shitty ass city will treat you right.

Ed, what the hell are you talking about?

You like Bratwurst? Ever had one? I could give you one.

Please go to sleep, Ed.

Only if you're sleeping with me.

Promise you'll make me breakfast in the morning?

Yeah, you're delirious. Gtb, ____.

You didn't know him personally, so the meaning is still up for grabs. The morning after these messages, Ed wouldn't even bring it up, if anything, he was avoiding it. Maybe he was under the influence.

After working for Neo Shadaloo for about 3 months, constantly messaging Ed and feeding into his nightly banter, you received a message from Ed.

Hey. I need you to come pick something up from me. It's a hard drive we need decoded. I'll be at the station at Beat Square tonight. Pull through.

You didn't even answer the message. You put your shoes on and headed out the door that night. Of course you were carrying your handy-dandy knife, as you were no fan of fighting. Hopefully no one tries to mug you or something. Heading down into the station and getting onto the train, you ran into a problem. What the hell does Ed even look like? You've never seen a photo of him and he's never seen you. How are you going to meet with someone you don't even know? Then there was a second problem, one running right towards you, a man and Shadaloo fighters.

The man held onto the overhead railing as the train shook. You lost your footing and fell onto the window. Groaning in a tinge of pain, you sit down. The man paid no attention to you. He looked at the Shadaloo fighters.

"Bring it on."

The Shadaloo fighters tried striking him. He dodged with boxer like reflexes. You silently watched the fight go down, completely dumbfounded by how brutal street fights were. God, it was disgusting. You get it, Shadaloo was a bad organization enabling bad behavior, but doing something as petty as strert fighting? Surely, there was a more mature, more intelligent way of handling affairs, right? With god like reflexes, the boxer hit all 3 of the Shadaloo fighters, knocking them to the ground. He managed to maintain his footing, even though the train was moving so unsteadily.

All of a sudden a big fighter came out, pushing the smaller ones out of the way. You pull your knees up to your chest, hoping you'd appear so small that neither the blond boxer or the Shadaloo fighter wouldn't see you. The big one tries to grab the boxer when the train car shook. The boxer's fist was suddenly engulfed in purple flames. Punching the Shadaloo fighter to the other side of the car and using some sort of supernatural ability to pull the fighter back to him, he punched the fighter's face into the ground. There's no denying it. That was Ed and he was using Psycho Power. He didn't even look your way. Once the train stopped, he quickly got off.

Once you got off the train, you quickly looked around for him. You see him and hurriedly walked over to him. With your hood up and mask on, you stopped a few feet away from Ed and showed him your messages with him. He glanced at the message before taking the hard drive out.

"So you're ____, huh. Finally got to put a name to a face."

He looks you up and down.

"Still down for that Bratwurst?"

[teetlestansecond]

i know i said i was thinking tuesdays for fic chapters but i lack patience here's the first two chapters of shattered!

[zenmasterlover]

Me reading @queenbookbuff ‘s fanfics over and over again for comfort… the way this woman writes Jackie and Hyde is another level of perfection. Just wanted to give her a shoutout and to let my fellow zennies know (but all of you probably do know) which authors to read for all your zenmaster needs :)

I’m open to reviewing any fanfic you throw my way as well! DM or my inbox is open! I love new stories, always got my nose stuck in a book (or story). Please don’t be shy!! I will for really be your personal cheerleader if need be