#I feel so awkward tagging this with its fandom but uhh
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:3cc Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love❤
(Picture me headbonking you like a cat)
Why would you do this to me with my 108 fics and more wips in docs not yet posted (some of which would make this list)
I am terrible at picking rankings help
Uhhhh
When I Wake From This Dream With Chains All Around Me (Hollow Knight) where my HK writing got kicked off. Longfic.
It’s Burned In My Mind and all of its associated works (Hollow Knight) absolute fever dream, wrote in a splurge of dissociation, wild time and probably my favorite fic I’ve written. Multichap.
The If We Could Just Be What We Wanted verse (Transformers Prime with a dose of a bunch of other continuities) particularly the first one (which needs edits but in terms of tone and characters and me managing plots genuinely holds up really well to the last few years), Damned If I Do (oneshot), and poor Chaotic Unity (longfic), who I had so many seeds of foreshadowing put into the first fic for and then it got read by like five perfect of the original’s readers XD
control’s graveyard (Monsterverse Godzilla. Yep.) entirely self indulgent fun times, power dynamics central, character studies on everyone, I poured into worldbuilding and backstories and I think I managed to do show don’t tell with them better here than I manage elsewhere. Someone said that I managed to keep the main character “alien and genuinely despicable” while somehow keeping them sympathetic, and that praise is put on my mental fridge forever. I reread this fic more than I do any of my other ones. Genuinely my favoritism for it is showing hard. Multichap.
Immolation (MTMTE/Lost Light) Haven’t read this one in a year so grammar wise I’m sure it’s a wreck, but my 3am brain went off on this one and its stream of consciousness style. Oneshot.
Wyrm Off A String (Hollow Knight) based on crack and others’ art, ridiculous premise, somehow the best worldbuilding and foreshadowing of a twist ending I’ve done. Oneshot.
Linger (Hollow Knight) mad niche, another one that began because of crack and shitposts I saw. Loss of self, body horror, psychological horror, non linear dream madness, what’s not for me to love. Multichap in progress
Wallow (Hollow Knight) another incredibly niche one nobody asked for, that is actually going to be turned into a multichap and has a lot of juicy to a self indulgent author tension and shenanigans already written, but I’m waiting until I’ve written most all of it before I start posting the new chapters. Dubbed by my friends as the Mean White Lady Fic. Traitor Lord my beloved. (Oneshot on ao3, multichap to be)
sometimes family is a mad scientist spider, his amoral ex, their build-a-child kit gone right, and the human sidekick (IDW2005 Transformers) oneshots collection. Quite proud of the Verity and Prowl povs. Tarantulas my blorbo.
ex cinere (House of Ashes) for capturing the voice and worldbuilding after I relistened to Randolph’s things a million times. I feel like I managed to keep aliens alien for it (short multichap)
And CarnEVILs? In MY Dirtmouth? (It’s More Likely Than You Think!) (Hollow Knight) halloween oneshot with an Elderbug pov that feels very Elderbug and Dirtmouth vibes as good here as in Chains. Elderbug did not enjoy his obligatory grimm teatime™️.
Hey look this is not five. 108 fics too difficult to narrow down for me
#ashyronfire#I can’t narrow it down to five#I didn’t even get to get to things like my first HK oneshot#wherein the radiance ripped her own heart out to stop dealing with mortal fears and it was what became the nightmare heart#My fic library has some weeeird ones in it#something for everyone perhaps!#also didn’t mention any of the wips that are Long but not yet on ao3#like a certain kung fu panda longfic that is unreliable narrator loveliness#I may write a lot of niche things that are self indulgent because no one else had written them yet#but I do tend to love my works outside of hating the grammar and language errors I find later#thanks for the ask anyway XD#I feel so awkward tagging this with its fandom but uhh#hollow knight#transformers fics#my fics#Godzilla#Monsterverse#transformers
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INTRODUCTION TO THIS BLOG:
Literally all you need to know abt me‼️‼️
OK SERIOUSLY THO
Names: uhh i actuals have no idea and never though of a proper online names so anything works, but you can just use Xzja (YES I KNOW ITS LITERALLY JUST KEYBOARD SPAM)
Pronouns: She/he/them (IM GENDERFLUID, RAHHHH)
You don’t have to use tonetags with me, but it’s nice if you do
About mee:
My favourite character ever is trophy ii (UGH I LOVE HIM SO MCUHH🏆‼️‼️‼️)
However other characters I like are: Tissues (ii), Mephone4s (ii), Knife (ii), Darrell (ok ko), Redson (lmk), Mayor (lmk), Porty Mk (lmk), Broker (PHIGHTING!), Banhammer (PHIGHTING!), Rifle/scythe (PHIGHTING!), Pitaya dragon cookie (CROB n CRK), Coffee candy cookie (CROB), Fern (Adventure time),
Favourite colours are: red and yellow
My main oc (also being my Objectsona) is the mp3 thingy in my pfp
Rn I only have one ship I really like, which you’ll probably find out if you took one look at my posts 😥
I’m in a ton of fandoms, being obviously: ii, bfb, tpot, all that object show stuff
BUT OTHER FANDOM BESIDES OBJECT SHOWS ONES AREEE: lmk, ok ko, bee and puppy cat, PHIGHTING!, CRK, CROB, adventure time, and much more that I didn’t list cause I honestly can’t remember
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This account is kinda new in posting, and I’m also kinda new to posting on social media altogether so I’m still a little intimidated by everything 😰
So sadly because of this I may be a little awkward interacting or talking to ya’ll on here (it’s also because I just suck at socialising)
But still I don’t mind chatting with anyone on here even despite that, so if you really want feel free to talk with me or something idk 😭
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Delirium - read on AO3
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Batman (Comics), Titans (Comics), Batman and Robin (Comics)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Tim Drake & Damian Wayne & Dick Grayson, Roy Harper & Lian Harper, Lian Harper & Dick Grayson, Lian Harper & Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson & Roy Harper, Tim Drake & Roy Harper
Characters: Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson, Roy Harper, Lian Harper
Additional Tags: Hopsitals, delirious, Anxiety, Panic, POV Tim Drake, Canon Divergence, Good Sibling Tim Drake, Damian Wayne is Bad at Feelings, Tim Drake is Bad at Feelings, Hurt Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson is Batman, Tim Drake is Red Robin, Damian Wayne is Robin, Lian never died, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Dick Grayson gets a forehead kiss, Batfamily (DCU) Feels, Batfamily Dynamics (DCU), Caring Batfamily (DCU), fluff at the end, Teen Titans as Family, Tim Drake emotional whump, Damian Wayne emotional whump, Lian Harper is a ray of stubborn sunshine on a cloudy day, gunshot wound, Head Wound, Coloring Books
Series: Part 4 of Bad Things Happen Bingo
Summary:
The one where Tim has to be the oldest for like five minutes and decides he doesn't like it (but does a good job anyways).
Full story under cut
“Alvin? Alvin… Draper?” A nurse called from across the room. Tim pulled his head out of his hands, careful not to jostle his fake moustache. “This way please.” She intoned, waving a hand towards a bustling hallway.
Damian nearly leapt out of the stiff plastic chair, and he slowly followed suit, trying to act causal. He doubted he was fooling anyone; his legs shook as he walked forward, and he was pretty sure he left a ring of butt sweat on his seat. Taking deep breaths to calm his fraying nerves, he concentrated on taking steady steps forward – he didn’t care much for Damian, but there was no way he’d let a child go through this sort of thing alone. Especially one who probably had never visited someone in the hospital (let alone been in one) before.
He’d gotten a panicked call from Barbara a few days ago. Gotham in ruins, streets in chaos… the usual. Bruce was gone. He couldn’t miraculously pull them out of these things anymore. The first Batman was dead, and this time… they could lose the second.
“Report.” Damian demanded, his harsh tone penetrating Tim’s thoughts. He was suddenly aware of the chaos of the hallway, of people jostling them as they rushed by, a cacophony of machines squealing and loud voices, and bright lights illuminating tacky flooring. He’d fallen a pace behind and quickened his step to stand firmly next to his… little brother.
As much he’d tried to deny it, at the end of the day, that’s what bound them. Fealty to a dead man, he’d once hoped they could be something more – but this family was ripping apart at the seams and Tim had to wonder what even kept them all here anymore.
Though – that wasn’t hard to figure out.
Dick was in trouble, and he came running. He’d been in trouble and Dick had come running. They were brothers in every sense of the word, without Bruce tying them together. His stomach clenched at the thought that it might all be lost to him forever, and he swallowed the bile burning at the top of his throat.
Dick had this way of making you feel like you were the only person in the world – when you talked to him, he listened, gave advice, and would drop anything to help. He quickly crawled his way into your life, cementing you as family. Things were never perfect, and they’d had their fights, but Dick always bent first, forgiveness freely given rather than earned. Tim had needed that. And from what little time they’d spent together, he knew Damian did too.
Panic. That was the only way to describe how he felt. He couldn’t be that for Damian – he couldn’t be Dick. He let out a shaky breath – Dick had to be fine – he couldn’t – not after Bruce – he couldn’t do this again – he was on the verge of shattering after finally picking up all the broken pieces of himself and –
“I said, report.” Damian squeaked. He jolted back into reality, steading his breath, and replaying the last few minutes, his mind trying to catch up.
The nurse seemed unamused, her nostrils flaring and brow tight as she glanced back. “Sorry, my brother’s a little uhh… stressed…?” He stammered, not wanting to offend Damian – or worse, start an argument in a crowded hallway. But he didn’t flinch at the comment, a testament to the seriousness of the situation they found themselves in.
Dick was shot in the back of the head, and Tim honestly had no idea if they’d gotten him medical attention in time. He could be comatose for the rest of his life, would never breathe on his own, never talk to them again, never walk, never think, never… god… he’d never talk to Dick again, and it was all his fault for being too late, too unprepared, too much of a failure to-
“The operation went well, we need to keep him for observation, but we’re hopeful he’ll make a full recovery in a month or two.” Tim blinked back tears as a weight lift off his shoulders, bringing a hand up, covering his eyes for just a second. He looked up to find Damian frozen; too stunned to move. He gently placed an arm around his shoulders, tugging him along so he wouldn’t be swept up in the tide. Surprisingly, that much was allowed today, the child’s thoughts were elsewhere, so Tim focused his thoughts on him.
Damian was only ten. And he’d almost lost Dick to a fate worse than death, after seeing him shot before his eyes, helpless to stop it. They didn’t have hospitals in the League, it was kill or be killed, and then there were the pits. Had he ever watched someone recover naturally?
“He’ll be okay.” Tim hissed, in a tone that only Damian could hear. Damian startled back into the present, glaring at him briefly, shaking off Tim’s hand, and storming after the nurse. He kept his expression carefully out of view.
They turned into a private hospital room, pulling the door shut behind her, and winked. “Timothy Drake-Wayne and Damian Wayne, I presume.”
He could feel the kid freeze beside him, his own heart threatening to escape his throat.
“Oh, sorry - don’t panic, I’m with STAR Labs, we’ve worked with Richard and his team for years.” Damian huffed in annoyance. “Your identities aren’t compromised; Oracle made the arrangements for our team to take over when he arrived.” She passed her clipboard to Tim. “The walls are soundproof, you can stay as long as you want, I trust you can get out on your own, and it’s not like I’m going to stop you if you decide to stay longer than I recommend.” She sighed. “Just, don’t distress the patient, he’ll be confused when he wakes up, it’s normal. Call if you need, our monitoring systems are top notch, we’ll be watching – but not listening of course.”
And with that, the nurse turned on her heel, exiting as fast as she’d arrived, leaving Tim opened mouthed next to a wide-eyed Damian.
He watched as the door slowly turned on its hinges, picking up speed until it slammed shut. Almost immediately it popped back open. “If he tries to get up, don’t let him escape.” She rolled her eyes. “You human patients are always the worst.” And with that, she was gone. A few awkward, silent moments passed.
“Are you coming, Drake?” Damian’s voice had lost its normal edge, as he determinedly stared at the windows. He couldn’t see Dick from where they stood, but he could make out the edge of the bed, a pure white sheet neatly tucked under the edge.
He shifted, hesitantly - he always hated this part. But regardless, he took the lead, striding forward, and allowing Damian the comfort of walking in someone’s shadow. Because even if he wouldn’t say it, there was no way the kid wanted to do this alone. He couldn’t replace Dick – was thankful he didn’t have to, but this – this was the least he could do.
Hospital beds have this way of making the people inside them seem smaller. Tim braced himself as he stepped into view, and well, it could be worse. Dick was out cold, drooling on his pillow still hooked up to a few monitors, which steadily droned and beeped in the background. A lump of gauze and bandages swathed the base of his skull.
Damian flitted past his side to sit in the chair next to the bed, and Tim sprang into action, taking the chair next to the window. He flipped through the charts without really reading anything, and the two sat in stony silence. Pulling out his phone, he scrolled through dozens of missed calls and unanswered texts before shoving it back in his pocket.
He spared a glance at Damian - he was curled up in the chair, grimacing and staring at the wall. He didn’t dare try saying anything more, lest they start fighting in Dick’s hospital room. He contented himself with staring out the window, watching the dawn break, violets and purples dancing across the sky. The sun rose with pinks and oranges blossoming soon after.
Things would be okay. They had to be okay. He slowed his breathing, focusing on the sky rather than the scent of disinfectant. The steady beep of machines slowly fading into the distance. Closing his eyes, he could pretend for a moment, that this was normal. He was in a hotel, maybe on a vacation, in some city that wasn’t destroyed every few months. There had to be a place like that still out there.
A little chickadee hopped around on the windowsill, fluttering back and forth, before flying off again. “Bye.” Tim snapped to attention, whirling around to find Dick squinting out the window. Damian sprung out of his chair. “Bruce?” He asked confusedly, frowning at Damian.
Panic flickered across the kid’s face, and he recoiled, stepping back. “No. I’m Damian, don’t be foolish.” His voice wobbled at the end, and Tim’s heart throbbed painfully at the way Damian stiffened, meticulously shutting off any signs of vulnerability.
“Remember what the nurse said, he’s going to be confused for a bit.” Tim reminded, striding over to sit at the edge of the bed. Dick went back to looking at the now closed window. “Dick, you with us?” He leaned into Dick’s line of sight, trying for a smile, and waited for a minute before leaning back. “I’m going to take that as a no.”
“-tt-” Damian stepped forwards again. “Don’t bother him, Drake.” He spat.
Tim didn’t really know what to say, so he didn’t say anything at all. Damian climbed back into his chair, tucking his legs up to sit crisscrossed, his back stiff and upright. Tim grabbed his chair, pulling it closer to the edge of the bed. He placed a hand over Dick’s, rubbing a finger over his knuckles, taking comfort in the fingers twitching slightly under his own.
Dick was alive. He would live. Would recover. He hadn’t lost his older brother.
“His name’s Tim.” Dick mumbled after a few minutes. Damian rolled his eyes. “Tim.” Dick repeated, his eyes glassy as they gazed through Damian’s forehead.
“Yeah?” Tim lightly tapped Dick’s hand. He didn’t move from his focus.
“Tim. Tim. Tim. Tim.” He continued repeating Tim’s name, staring up at the ceiling.
“Why is he doing that?” Damian demanded, jumping out of his chair. Dick obliviously repeated the word, seemingly unaffected. “Drake, she said the operation went <em>well</em>.”
“I dunno.” He sighed, Dick probably had no idea what was going on, nor would he remember this. “Look, he’s delirious, he’s going to be messed up for a bit. He got shot in the head.”
“I know that. I was there. But if the operation was successful, then why-”
The door opened, and they fell silent, footsteps approaching. Roy Harper poked around the corner; a phone pressed to his ear. “Okay, he doesn’t look too bad, all things considered. Hey, you, kid, you should actually answer your fu-fudging phone.”
“That’s a dollar for the swear jar.” A little girl, Lian, he presumed, materialized at his side. She carried a bag with her and zoomed over to Damian. “Daddy says you like to color, so I brought crayons.” She grabbed a pack from her bag and shoved them at him. Damian looked mildly disgusted but took them anyway. “Say thank you.” Lian demanded.
Damian opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Tim glanced at Roy, he winked, doing his best not to laugh as he finished talking with whoever was on the phone.
“Thank you.” Dick replied, patting Lian’s head. His eyes seemed to find hers before darting away to stare at the ceiling.
“Not you.” She groaned. “Him.” She pointed at Damian.
“Thank you.” He repeated. Lian cracked a smile, giggling.
“Don’t laugh, it isn’t funny – he’s delirious.” Damian replied harshly, eyes narrowing. Lian shrugged, turning, almost sizing him up. She was only maybe an inch shorter than him, if he had to venture a guess.
“Uncle Dick is always happier when you laugh.” She pointed out. “It’s contagious.” Sure enough, a wide looping grin had materialized on Dick’s face.
“But we’re in a hospital.” Damian looked outraged; his hands balled in little fists.
“Daddy says laughter is the best medicine.” She retorted, crossing her arms. Roy tossed his phone (it landed perfectly in the center of the little dresser next to the bed), and scooped up his daughter in a big hug, sweeping her off the ground.
“Look, kid.” He looked down at Damian. “I know this is scary and it sucks, but my kid’s got a point.” He kissed the top of her head, prompting more giggles. “She’s a smart cookie, and this isn’t exactly her first rodeo.” Damian’s ears flushed, his face unchanged, but his ears beet red.
“This is not my first rodeo, and if you were more competent, than-”
“If Dick was a dumb-, I mean, if he was more competent, we wouldn’t be here.” Roy pointed out, speaking over Damian. Lian smacked his face lightly.
“Daddy, that’s rude.” Roy rolled his eyes. Dick started speaking in a language Tim vaguely recognized, looking displeased at the argument.
“Sweetie, I’m trying to make a point.” He set her down, ruffling her hair. “Why don’t you get out the coloring book and let Damian pick out a page.” Damian opened his mouth to comment, but Roy cut him off. “Look, you should see how happy Dick is when Lian gives him coloring pages. I think he’s earned one from you.” Damian closed his mouth. His brain seemingly compiling the information. “What she said isn’t wrong, he’ll recover faster if he’s happier, Timbo, you’re a bat-nerd, back me up here.”
“Well according to a study done in-” Roy held up a hand.
“Point made, don’t put me to sleep.” Tim rolled his eyes, remembering why he used to avoid hanging out with (some of) Dick’s friends. For now, he joined Roy in staring down Damian, Lian gazing at him too, an unlikely team up in a battle of wills.
“Only if Drake makes one too.” Damian miraculously relented after a few minutes. Tim nodded, peace from Damian was worth doing some coloring. Dick would be incredibly happy – these pages would likely be framed; it would be worth it to see the smile on his face. It was worth it now to see Lian’s face light up, as she rushed to unpack her things.
“Oh, and I brought Uncle Dick a stuffy.” She pulled out a stuffed elephant and placed it in the crook of his elbow. “Say thank you.” Dick replied – still not speaking anything he could place, and Lian smiled, Dick smiled back.
“What’s he been saying?” Tim asked, looking to Roy, as Damian slid to the floor, selecting coloring pages with Lian. Roy sat on the side of the bed, carefully leaning Dick forward, to get a better look at the back of his head. He whistled, ignoring Tim for a moment.
“You really did it to yourself this time, jeez Dickie.” He muttered to himself before turning back. “He’s speaking Navajo, he was counting to ten earlier, and he told Lian thanks.” Roy rolled his eyes. “Would you believe his pronunciation is always better when he’s like this?”
“No, that seems on brand.” Tim mused. “Apparently my French gets exponentially better the less I’ve slept.” Roy shrugged, and turned back on Dick.
“Quit rubbing off on the kids, you don’t want them to turn into you, yah? Bunch a’ weirdo bat-nerds.” Dick was apparently, not listening, and was more into petting the plushy.
“Zitka.” He replied, showing it to Roy. Roy patted his shoulder.
“Yeah buddy, I know. Isn’t she cute?” He leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to Dick’s forehead. Something seemed to click in Tim’s brain, as Dick garbled on, fascinated by the toy.
“How many times have you done this?” He asked, watching as Roy leaned back, taking the seat next to the bed. He shrugged.
“I stopped counting after Blood fried his brains, back when he ran around in a V-neck.” Tim cringed, that was before he even became Robin. “Don’t look like that, he didn’t die.” Not that time, or this time – but things had been too close for comfort more times than Tim wanted to think about. Roy’s fingers drummed against the armrest. “I don’t know, Garth tried out the elephant thing a while back. It keeps him happy.” He pulled a book out of Lian’s bag, starting to flip through the pages. “Take nap kid – you look deader than him. Lian and I got this covered.”
Tim leaned back in his chair, tucking his legs up with him. He watched as Dick happily turned the toy over and over in his hands, blearily blinking at the world. Damian was quiet where he sat on the floor, inspecting each of the colors. By the time he put his first stroke to paper, Tim was already fast asleep.
#bad things happen bingo#batfam#titans#dc comics#batfamily#batman#batman and robin#dick grayson#tim drake#my writing#roy harper#lian harper#damian wayne#red robin#canon divergence#tw hospitals#tw anxiety#tw gsw#wrote this one just for me lol self indulgent
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20 questions tag~
I was tagged by @chierafied thank youu!!
How many works do you have on AO3
109
What’s your total AO3 word count?
1386487
How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?
InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale (75)
Diabolik Lovers (19)
Fruits Basket (5)
Bleach (3)
Avatar: The Last Airbender (3)
Frozen (Disney Movies) (1)
Mystic Messenger (Video Game) (1)
Teen Titans (Animated Series) (1)
僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (1)
ピオフィオーレの晩鐘 | Piofiore no Banshou (Visual Novel) (1)
What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Swimming in Silk
Summary: Training in front of her, engaging her in conversation and now lending her his clothes...Kagome is starting to suspect that Sesshoumaru is trying to gain her attention.
What follows is nothing she could have ever expected, with Time forcing difficult choices between the two.
Night Terrors
In a haze of bloodlust caused by his demonic heritage, Inuyasha kills his beloved friends. All except Kagome. Finding them too late, Sesshoumaru takes the traumatised miko into his group. Sesskag.
Conversing with Emotion
Sesshoumaru can't get Kagome out of his head. No, literally. She's trapped in there. While searching for a way out, Kagome makes the acquaintance of the Daiyouaki's many emotions, stumbling upon a few secrets and memories she was never supposed to know about. Sesskag
Soul Mates
Soulmate AU where soulmates share pain. Kagome feels Sesshoumaru’s arm being cleaved off as though its her own. He in turn feels the moment when a piece of her soul is ripped out. As soul mates they want nothing to do with each other, but some aches and pains are too difficult to ignore. Sesskag.
Husband Catalogue
Due to a spell, Kagome experiences waking up each week in a different alternate future. This offers a glimpse of her potential husband and married life, sure. However, it also comes with the awkwardness of acting as a wife towards best friends, old enemies and demon lords alike. Eventual Sesskag.
Do you respond to comments, why or why not?
Sometimes, and it’s not that I’m not grateful- because I am! Comments give me liiiife and they’re wonderful to read. Very uplifting. However I feel awkward responding. I don’t know why. All I can say is - ‘thank you’ so it feels weird. I hope my lack of response doesn’t come across as too arrogant or ungrateful, I worry about that sometimes.
What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?
Uhhh well its not Sesskag. I’d say in my oneshot collection called Diabolik Fairy tales, there’s one that covers the Little Mermaid. It ends like the fairy tale- with the Mermaid dying. She leaves Laito alone and empty.
What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?
I think Romancing Ego. It’s verrry fluffy and self indulgent and its cute! Ends with Sesskag and their kids.
Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?
I’ve only written one called Young Love that has both Zutara and Sesskag. It involves Kagome being a matchmaker.
Have you ever received hate on a fic?
Oh yeah, a bunch of times. Usually on ff.net. Once it was about someone not grasping that Terracotta Teeth was a Dark Romance and they kind of blew up about the problematic elements. Other times its usually about my Kagome portrayal not being ‘strong’ enough, but female characters are SUPER hard to write, since people are more critical of them than male characters. Most of the time Sess can do no wrong to readers, it can be mildly frustrating.
Do you write smut? If so what kind?
Yes! Uhh I don’t think I’m super detailed with it but I write a lot of standard stuff. Occasionally I throw in some shades of Sub Sess, or a lil bit of bondage. Most of the time its rough, passionate sex. I love writing Monster Sesskag smut at the moment though hehe.
Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Yep I had Diabolik Fairy Tales uploaded onto Wattpad. Luckily everyone on tumblr was v supportive and helped me take it down.
Have you ever had a fic translated?
I think so, though I’ve since stopped agreeing to it since I always forget who I’ve given permission to lolol
Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Yeah, though it’s made me realise I’m a bit of a control freak when it comes to writing and would prefer to pace the story my own way rather than compromise.
What’s your all time favorite ship?
I don’t think I have a definitive one, though I’d say Sesskag have taken centre stage lolol
What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?
Probably Support for Limbo. I hope I’m able to eventually finish Macaria...
What are your writing strengths?
Dialogue and emotions. I feel like I can usually write teasing and engaging dialogue. I try to give visual cues to showing emotions but I’m no stranger to using metaphors for emotions too.
What are your writing weaknesses?
Description for sure. From the scenery to characters clothes, I’m terrible at setting a scene and remembering to say what people are wearing. I need to work on writing scenery more but I can never summon the energy to talk about clothes. Unfortunately a couple of times some LOVELY fan artists have drawn stuff from my fics and didn’t know what Kagome was wearing so they had to improvise haha. I feel bad about that, I’ll try slipping in more clothing stuff.
What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?
Not a fan unless there’s a reason. Idk the early days of fanfiction has scarred me from too many random japanese phrases thrown into fics.
What was the first fandom you wrote for?
Teen Titans
What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?
Ummm....Ya know I’m still gonna have to say Snake Charmer XD I know I should say Swimming in Silk or Conversing with Emotion but I think for me as a reader, I’d pick Snake Charmer to re-read. I don’t think it’s ‘the best’ but I like it! It’s a guilty pleasure.
I tag: @deadlyglacier, @forgettable-fox, @wulfintheforest and @the-sloth-woman
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ao3 tag game ✨
thank you so much @wellbelesbian for tagging me in this! i really liked reading your answers, lol. sorry it took so long to post this, but here it is!!
how many works do you have on ao3?
currently i have 28! i deleted a few last year, unfortunately, but i’ll work this year to get that work count higher 🤲
what’s your total ao3 word count?
31522! weird number but i’ll take it
how many fandoms have you written for and what are they?
on ao3, five. or, i guess, technically four, because two of them are Carry On Series and Simon Snow & Related Fandoms. the other three are BIG BARF EW EW EW Voltron: Legendary Defender, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe and Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. ew. ew. i have this thing- sticking to fandoms for authors and sometimes even works i now hate. anyways, i want to start writing for other fandoms too. i used to do stuff for riordanverse (mainly percy jackson, and i still have some WIPs), miraculous ladybug (not the greatest, but im watching it with my lil sis and its fun to try to fix that shit) and uhh i think it was the dragon prince? and she-ra and carmen sandiego? which were fun. so yeah!
what are your top five fics by kudos?
5. Maybe we just lived between hurting and healing
Gen, m/m, snowbaz
After a whole life of hurting, Simon and Baz finally get to healing. Baz adores it.
4. Of queer weddings and family parties
Gen, m/m, snowbaz
Baz and Simon are loudly queer in family events, especially now that they're engaged.
3. Move, I'm gay
T, gen
Inspired by the tweet: "sobbing at this lil girl at target. dad tries to get her a dress and she just YELLS “no I’m GAY I CAN’T” and her dad just sighs so loudly and goes “no you’re not gay, I’m gay. You’re five.”" Or: bad gay humor is generational, and often unintentional! - for @sharing-a-room-with-an-open-fire
2. Here, kitty-kitty…
T, gen + m/m, snowbaz
Simon adopts a cat. Baz pretends to hate him. It's probably safer for everyone this way… - for the @carryon-anon-fest
1. (Spend my days) Dreaming 'bout you
Gen, m/m, snowbaz
Life has been amazing for Simon and Baz. Simon can't stop daydreaming about their future together. He has a million questions to ask Baz. That's easier said than done, though. Written for the Carry On Exchange (Baz's Birthday Flash Round!) - for @letraspal
do you respond to comments? why or why not?
yeah, totally! i mean, at least i try to 🥲 im not really active on ao3 (and not always logged in because i forget to check that) but every time i get in i try to check my inbox and answer as much comments as i can, even if theyre just replies. i LOVE feedback on my fics and i think chatting about fics is really cool
what’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?
👁👁👁👁👁 uhhh
ive had some pretty bad angst fics. all hurt, no comfort, definitely no happy endings. a lot of main character deaths and shit like that.
BUT none of these are still up, so i’ll go with one that is and i actually remember- recently, (I'll shut my mouth) I'll let you go, which is my least read and interacted fic ever (i mean, FAIR) a nicodemus & fiona fic from when he was Turned. yknow, the nice stuff
have you ever received hate on a fic?
no, i dont think so? not that i recall. ive had people whod send me like . personal hate? but still loved my fanfiction and told me so lol. but i dont think ive ever gotten hate on a fic. if i have, i completely forgot about it, or just straight up never saw it
do you write smut? if so, what kind?
not really? ive experienced and tried to get into it some little time ago but its not really my sort of thing. guess its still too awkward and embarrassing for my developing queer little brain. a few friends keep reminding me to try my hand at that because we do have fun talking about it lol, and im curious to see how itd turn out. and id definitely like to try to write some fics with more of a hint of seggsual stuff and not feel like crap for it!
have you ever had a fic stolen?
nope! (or not that i know of…)
have you ever had a fic translated?
ive been asked if people could translate my fics to spanish (and one in english when i wrote more in portuguese) but ive never actually seen my translated fics posted? 🤔 im fairly sure someone sent me, like, in DMs, a translation of one of my fics, but i dont think it ever saw the light of day
what’s your all-time favourite ship?
i dont really do those! i mean, that definitely are some ships that i will treasure for a long time, but i dont really choose all-time favourites for basically anything fandom-related. my taste changes very often, so thats not reallt a thing for me fkkdkdkd right now, its snowbaz, obviously (snowshaz is also starting to grow a lot in my lil polyamlm heart)
have you ever co-written a fic before?
i have! i used to do that ALL THE TIME when i first got into fanfiction, but lately not so much. i miss it though, it was such fun, and it helped me get even more ideas for fics. we'd have groupchats for fics, and sometimes even go like RPG-wise to develop scenes / dialogue. when i stopped co-writing often, i would still pitch in with a few chapters / scenes for my friends’ fics, and they’d do the same for mine. i loved it, and i think the readers thought it was fun too!, but i stopped writing frequently altogether so its harder to do that, i guess. maybe now that im getting back into writing in general i’ll get back into that too. also, renée and i are planning to co-write something soon, so !!
what’s a wip you want to finish, but don’t think you ever will?
wow, so many of my WIPs fit into this... my post break up art teacher simon fic. my band au. full like the moon, which is an exes-to-friends-to-lovers thing i think i posted the prologue to. the watford drama society au. most of my longfics, probably. lol
i have a bunch of fics that i might not even actually start writing. like, self indulgent fics that arent coherent at all and dont make any fucking sense. fics that are basically just a few random scenes splashed together and left aside. i like them, but... eh
what are your writing strengths?
queer stuff. angst angst and angst, i guess. people usually say im good with humor, and dialogues, so these!
what are your writing weaknesses?
as it probably became clear, if it wasnt already obvious; long fics! planning, actually writing a BUNCH of shit, and getting to the end. endings, in general, aren’t really my jam
what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in fics?
i like it! dont really have a problem with the concept in general, but i do think its decent to leave the translations in the notes (or make it really, really obvious from context if possible)
what was the first fandom you wrote for?
harry potter, i think! i discovered fanfiction with harry potter, more specifically the marauders fandom, bc i used to look things up about them and only fanworks wouldve touched the subject 🥲 so thats what started my interest in fic
what’s your favourite fic you’ve written?
this is a hard one, because all my current favorites are still WIPs ✨✨✨ as in, do you want me (dead)? and my golden AU, mostly. but im really fond of And if you have nightmares, we’ll dance on the bed. i loved writing it, i love baz and penny’s relationship, and i think people should pay more attention to penelope’s trauma, because it's definitely there. it felt good to adress it. also note how literally all of these are named afted songs / lyrics LMAOOOO
tagging @thesebookishdelights / @aqueeriano / @punkjuliandiaz because i said i would 😌😌
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A Fanfic Writer Interview
omg thanks for the tag @maderilien 😍😍
Name: Cap
Fandoms: The Mandalorian
Two-shot: I think the only two-parter I have is the pair lovingly known as Stranger-verse, but honestly they’re only tangentially related. I have started on a real Dancing with a Stranger sequel and that will be a true two-shot, the second taking place directly after DWAS.
Most popular multichapter: A Simple Bounty.... my beloved...... also my only multichapter. So far? It’s still a WIP but it’s like. my passion project and (imo) still very readable in its current state (nudge nudge) and it will be finished eventually no matter how long it takes me. It’s close to reaching 6k views and is still my top kudos’d work! (Dancing with a Stranger is encroaching on that though)
Actual worst part of writing: Idk just like. Keeping up the habit? I can either get out 5k words in a day or I’m stuck with 1k words within a few months. I hate it, especially when I know what scenes I need to write but they’re just not coming out
How you choose your titles: I.... don’t know. Brainstorm on a few themes and pick out something that sounds good. A Simple Bounty was just because of the irony that I knew for a fact the bounty was not going to be simple even tho Din thought it was going to be. Otherwise, I just listen to music and hope something thematic pops out at me.
Do you outline: If it’s more than like 1-2k words I at least have a general idea of what’s going to happen, but the only story I outlined fully was ASB cause it’s the longest
Ideas I probably won’t get around to, but wouldn’t it be nice?: probably The One Where There’s a Din Clone. also Han/Din/Luke kissing lessons.
Callouts @ me: Don’t let your anxiety keep you from just putting words down on paper! You KNOW YOU CAN do this so why not just. fucking do it. Even if it’s terrible, nobody has to read it except for you so your weird fears are completely unsubstantiated.
Best writing traits: Hmm, characterization and dialogue mostly! I’m good at letting characters be soft with each other while still having inner turmoil i guess. I also think I’m good at working in consent as well as some of the more awkward/realistic parts of sex (to an extent) while keeping it sexy. I like writing about people having good, healthy sex in good, healthy relationships (DWAS being the exception to “healthy” but they’ll get there).
Spicy tangential opinion: In addition to other weird notions about sex, the top/bottom dichotomy is a scourge on fandom and makes fanfiction just like. less good, on the whole. Topping and/or bottoming are simply sex acts and even when people have consistent preferences (which is MUCH less often than fanfic leads us to believe), it’s still a choice every single time people have sex. It sucks because I feel like if I write something that falls into the popular ideal for a certain ship (like rn I’m writing a fic where Din is both topping and domming for Luke), I’m “giving in” to the stereotypical tropes even though I know better and it makes me just.... not want to write what I want to write unless i’m somehow subverting those tropes.
No pressure tags: @urisarang @zooheaded @steine-druff @ghost-teat @mykingdomforasong @zeawesomebirdie @faeymouse UHH im so sorry if I missed you. You if you are reading this as always :3
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i was tagged forever ago by @jaanoo to do this “get to know me better/20 questions” tag ty for tagging me :D
♡ what do you prefer to be called name-wises?
fiona is my name but i like being called fi and any other nicknames yall wna call me wld be cute i love being called nicknames
♡ when is your birthday?
my birthday is jan 22nd
♡ where do you live?
i live in texas :) but i go to school out of state
♡ three things you’re doing right now?
um answering these q’s, listening to skip skip by purple kiss and procrastinating a few very easy hw assignments :p
♡ four fandoms that have piqued your interest right now?
uhhhh none rly unless kpop counts i havent rly watched anything new lately
♡ how is the pandemic treating you?
um its been up and down really thankfully only one of my family members have had covid but he is alright now. ive done a lot of thinking and reflecting on myself and i get rly sad sometimes about everything thats been happening but overall i think its been just ok which i am grateful for.
♡ song you can’t stop listening to right now?
staycs new mini ugh its been on repeat since monday i cant get enough also ive been listening to a lot of cherry bullet as well especially the cherry rush album.
♡ recommend a movie
well i am blanking on all the movies ive seen rn but ill always recommend the handmaiden :)
♡ how old are you?
19 :D cant believe im turning 20 in a couple months it feels strange
♡ school, university, occupation, other?
i am a junior in college rn, a communications design major :)
♡ do you prefer hot or cold?
cold c:
♡ name one fact others may not know about you.
i have a twin sister @/suminie ive been telling my online friends this and theyve been freaking out abt it lsdjkfsl its so funny
♡ are you shy?
yeah :( in person im pretty awkward and i hate it, but online im way more outgoing for obvious reasons
♡ do you have any preferred pronouns?
she/her :D
♡ any pet peeves?
ppl that talk over other ppl or ppl that dont make a conscious effort to make you feel like they are listening to you :/ that shit makes me feel like never talking again </3
♡ what’s your favourite “dere” type?
uh idk :p
♡ rate your life 1-10. 1 being really crappy and 10 being the best you could ever be.
probably a 4 idk i dont do much and im really trying to change that about myself and nothing rly super amazing is happening in my life rn so yeah
♡ what’s your main blog?
this one :)
♡ list your side blogs and what they’re used for.
i have one sideblog @/dreamirene its just like an inspo dump blog but i havent used it in a while
♡ is there anything you think people need to know about you before becoming friends with you?
uhh i say a lot of cringy things ironically i dnt know if it translates well but when i start saying something i usually cant stop for a while so ur just gna have to bear w me LOL but yeah also i like to be affectionate <3
ill tag @pegbot @suminie @eyelessmp3 @8126 @frappujinno @kangseulgie @snsdpop @yukika @korimi4 @moatual @cherryhub and anyone else tht wld wna do it idk <3
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A Thorn in his Paw
Un-Love You Challenge: 03. This cancels out the hurt
Ship: Miyuki/Wolfrun
Fandom: Smile PreCure
Word Count: 1.5k
Tags: Post-Canon, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort
Synopsis: The Pretty Cures come around to Marchenland a lot to play and whilst the others away, Miyuki gives Wolfrun the (medical) attention he needs when he shows her the thorn in his paw (and maybe the thorn in his heart, too).
Miyuki knelt down and she assessed Wolfrun’s paw.
Wolfrun stared at her, his ear twitching as he listened to her sing a song under her breath. It was just some silly song with no real melody, something she was clearly making up as she went along. Her thumb stroked over his paw pads whilst the rest of her hand was a bed for his tiny paw, only looking up when she noticed him wince. First in his paw, with his claws flexing, and then she caught a glimpse of his face, how he turned away from her.
“Aw, does it hurt, Wolfie?” she asked, sing-song but not mocking. It was a warm voice.
“Yeah, just a bit…” Wolfrun replied.
“You’ve got a thorn or something stuck in there, I can tell.” Miyuki observed and she nodded her head. “I can barely see it but it's always the teeny-tiny ones that hurt the most, yeah?”
“Yeah.” Wolfrun mumbled.
“Well this girl’s got two opposable thumbs and a pack of nail care stuff on her for emergencies since you never know when a hangnail or something will bother you so don’t worry! I’ll fix you up lickety-split, don’t worry about it.” Miyuki told him. She looked down at him with glittering eyes, “Don’t worry, I’ve got bandaids too! Since I’m always getting to scrapes so that might help as well.”
Wolfrun snickered but with the way his lips pulled back, it came out tinged with a sardonic snarl. He didn’t like that side of himself anymore. Not since Miyuki had shown him such care and grace despite everything.
Despite everything…
He, Akaoni, and Majorina had been welcomed back to Märchenland thanks to the efforts of the Pretty Cure. Despite fighting week in and week out, Cure Happy and the others had come to believe them when they told them that they were in pain because of the ostracisation they faced as villains. Upon learning that, they changed the trajectory of what they considered victory: no longer did they want to clash as foes but rather to meet, in peace, as friends.
They fought hard against that grain of doing what had always been done - heroes versus villains and all the manipulation in between - and for it, Wolfrun and the others were given a warm welcome back to Märchenland. Sure, there were still some adjusting but believe or not, there had been other fairies who had missed them. Their role in the story as agents of conflict were necessary, even if both sides sometimes took it too far.
With Princess Candy in power and the Pretty Cures by her side, they were trying really hard to reintegrate their villains back into their society. They visited often and they had a great time doing it, for the most part. Any group of friends had their spills and blues, they weren’t as horrific as they had been in the past. It was nice.
Whilst the other Pretty Cures played and frolicked elsewhere, they were having a quiet moment by a tree. All because ickle Wolfie-kins here got a burr in his paw so she stayed behind to play nurse whilst her friends had fun making flower crowns with the Princess and eating as much gourmet food as their bellies could hold. Miyuki, notably the worst by Wolfrun’s standards for being a chaser of leisure and a glutton, had stayed behind. For him. And was doing it all with a smile.
He stole a glance at her, his breath hitching as he lost all muster and bravado. The big, bad wolf reduced to nothing but a puppy and all because of something as small and insignificant as having a boo-boo in his paw. Ridiculous. He frowned, only for his eyes to go wide as Miyuki brandished her tweezers. She dug around in his paw something awful for that tiny little prick and it was like she was pulling a sword from the stone when she finished.
“Got it!” she proclaimed. She laughed, bubbly and raucous, totally oblivious to how Wolfrun was howling and recoiling in pain, as she examined the thorn up close and personal. It certainly seemed huge when it was just about touching her eyelashes. “Wow, it did look like a bugger.”
“Thanks…” Wolfrun replied. Mumbled.
“I’m not done yet,” Miyuki brightly rebuked, “I haven’t even kissed it better yet - or put the bandaid on.”
“What?” Wolfrun sputtered. His arms flailed and his expression was shocked and wild.
“Uhh… I said I hadn’t put a bandaid on it?” she replied. She really didn’t get what the big fuss was about.
“No you, powder puff, the other part!” Wolfrun barked at her, scandalised but there was a strange redness to his icy blue muzzle that didn’t seem to be a sunburn.
Miyuki was still completely puzzled, she tilted her head and tapped the side of her mouth, “I said that, um, I’d kiss it better?”
“Why would you say such a thing?” he asked, snarling, eyes wide.
“Because, um, it’s part of the magic of getting better, I guess. That’s what my mum always told me, at least.” Miyuki replied, sheepish.
Wolfrun growled. He frowned deeply and there was the hint of his alter ego as a true villain, not just a fairy, in his eyes and it was such a frustrated expression that it wounded Miyuki.
“What’s the matter, Wolfrun, did I do something wrong?” Miyuki asked.
“No!” Wolfrun snapped and then again, quieter, with his whole body trembling, his voice on the brink of cracking, “No,” he murmured, “you powder puffs do nothin’ wrong and that’s the thing, ain’t it?” Wolfrun lamented. “Even now, the only reasons other fairies’re nice to us is ‘cause you girlies said to be and I jus’ - I jus’ don’t get it…”
“Oh, Wolfrun…” Miyuki murmured.
She giggled on the inside, tickled pink that this Wolfrun was so soft and tiny as she reached out to him and picked him. He didn’t seem to like it but she pet the top of his head to help him relax in her lap. Even scratching behind his ears.
“Why?” Wolfrun forced out in a growly voice.
“Why what?” Miyuki asked, feigning ignorance, she just wanted to hear it in his terms, not the ones that she had gone and picked out for him.
“We caused you- I caused you… so much pain.” Wolfrun said. “I can’t stand how nauseatingly nice you all are because, well, how do I know you're not faking it? That bein’ nice to me - to us - isn’t just some big joke to all you, little girls.”
“I can promise you, I’m not, truly.” Miyuki assured him, stroking his face. “You told us you were hurting, that you were lashing out because the world hurt you first and I am a deep appreciator of villains, so please believe us and who knows? Once you get used to people being genuinely nice, you won’t be so suspicious. It’s hard, I can tell, but it's worth it, please believe it.”
“But we - I, especially - hurt you.” Wolfrun replied, his voice all broken up over it and his tiny body quivering with rage. Rage directed at himself, or at the very least his past self.
“Oh, you poor thing,” Miyuki said and she took his paw that had been punctured by the thorn and lifted it to her lips, a kiss ghosting over the fine fur and she turned it over, kissing it and successfully resisting the impulse to blow a raspberry onto the skin of her paw pad, “I forgive you.”
Wolfrun snivelled. He didn’t feel worthy of genuine kindness or care. For so long, when he had sought it out, all he would be meant with was cold indifference at best or at worst, he would be outwardly turned away with a vileness that was just beyond his claws. Yet here Miyuki was giving him at that unconditional friendship that he had yearned for out in spades, it made his nose twitch and his eyes water and his heart go weak.
Miyuki smiled and she reached for the rest of her little, miniature first aid kit. She fished out a bandaid - all prettily coloured in pink and white with a splash of yellow, too - and took off its backing. She pressed it down gently onto Wolfrun’s paw.
“Here,” she said, “look, see? This cancels out the hurt.”
Wolfrun sniffed, choking back tears and a lot of slimy mucus. Miyuki just smiled and she wrestled him up in a big hug, rocking him to and fro. Wolfrun squealed and whined and though it started out as a protest, it ended in jest, both of them toppling over and rolling in the soft grass of the shade with Miyu reeling with laughter as well. He needed that. They both did.
“Aw, kid, look you’ve gone an’ made me soft.” Wolfrun complained, awkward as to where to put his paws now that he was on top of Miyuki. He might have been small but he was still a man and she was still a girl. A girl with superpowers and a pure heart but a girl nonetheless.
“Good!” Miyuki barked back at him. “I love it a lot when villains are soft.”
Wolfrun snickered. Maybe he could tolerate it when villains were soft too if it meant having Miyuki for company.
#unlove you challenge#urumiyu#writing tag#wolfrun x miyuki#miyuki x wolfrun#smile precure#precure#cure happy#glitter force
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Fictober 2019
Prompt number: #20, “You could talk about it, you know?”
Fandom (AU if applicable): Law & Order: SVU
Pairing: Sonny Carisi x Reader
Rating: T
Warnings/Tags: warnings: briefly suggestive, spoilers for season 21; tags: reader insert, semi canon compliant
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You kissed your way down Sonny’s neck, but your efforts were for naught. Under you he was somewhat enthusiastic, but mostly distracted. He’d been distracted for over a week now, with you and Giorgia physically when he was home, but with his mind a million miles away. A warm hand curved over your hip and lower back, but when you ground against him there was nothing. There was no warmth beyond his physical body temperature and an automatic low thrum of desire.
With a bitten back sigh you stopped abruptly, pulling out of his grip and climbing back over to your side of the bed. You fell back against the sheets with a soft exhalation through your nose and pressed your lips together, rolling them in an attempt to think before you spoke. Sonny for his part looked surprised and his mouth was half open when you cut him off. You didn’t want to hear an apology (you had a feeling it would come with a made up explanation) and you had no desire for him to fake it and go through the motions.
“You could talk about it, you know?” you settled on saying in the closest thing you could manage to an even tone. Sonny’s brow crinkled in confusion and you waved a hand towards him. “Whatever it is that has you…somewhere else. You’ve been distant for over a week now. I was trying to give you your space…but I’m starting to take it a little personally, Sonny.”
You crossed your arms over your chest and shrank down in the bed. The tank top you’d worn to bed had been discarded several moments ago and you didn’t feel like doing some kind of awkward shuffle to find it and tug it back on. It was clear by the way Sonny was only half hard and barely touched you that things were not progressing in that way tonight. Your arousal had long sense been killed by his lack of enthusiasm and in its place was frustration and embarrassment.
“I’m sorry, doll,” he apologized immediately. His eyes were a clear, guileless blue and you could tell that he meant it. When he turned on his side and reached for you it seemed less automatic and more intentional. “It’s not you. I swear. Or Gigi or anything else like that. I’m sorry about…” he lifted his hand to wave in the general direction of his crotch and you nodded slowly in response.
“If there’s anything I could do to help….you just have to tell me. I can tell there’s a lot on your mind.”
“It’s—” he cut himself off with a sigh and leaned over to rest his head in the juncture of your neck. Your hand came up automatically to scratch at the hair at the base of his neck and you felt him relax against you. “Just thinking…With Giorgia going to be in kindergarten I’ve been wondering if I should try to…do something else. My job is dangerous, I’ve always known that, but I don’t want to miss any of her milestones because I’m injured or worse.”
Your mind flashed back to the previous week when he’d come home with a twisted ankle and bruised hip from slipping and falling while in pursuit of a perp over a wall. He’d caught the guy, but he’d been limping and on desk duty for three days afterwards. It was one in a long string of similar incidents and Giorgia always got a little furrow between her brow that echoed her dad when he came home in less than perfect condition.
“Something else like what?” you asked curiously. You’d never imagined Sonny would leave Manhattan SVU, especially after he’d worked so hard to get there. The thought of him at a boring office job was tough to reconcile in your brain and you knew he’d be safe, but miserable.
“Uhh…well…” he stalled and tensed back up slightly. You urged him to lift his head to face you and the familiar trepidation you’d seen on his face for days was now back.
“Tell me,” you said quietly as you studied his face. “You know I’ll support you no matter what.”
Sonny gave you a half smile and ducked in to press a dry kiss to your mouth. He sighed and then spoke again.
“There’s going to be an opening at the ADA’s office.”
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New Places, Friendly Faces Part 3 (Sanny)
https://theladylovingcrow.tumblr.com/post/189298208331/new-places-friendly-faces-part-2-sanny
Author (As known on Various sites): Lady Lover- Rockfic, Luluthechoosingcrow - AO3, theladylovingcrow - Deviantart and Wattpad, @sammy_bluebells - Instagram, @imacrowcawcaw - main Tumblr, @theladylovingcrow - writing/art Tumblr, @insannywestan - Sanny shipping Tumblr
Fandom: Greta Van Fleet
Pairing: Sam Kiszka/Danny Wagner (Sanny), lil bit of Danny/Ronnie but he's quickly swept away with Sam
Length: about 2.3k
Warnings/Tags: Alternate Universe, Diner AU, No band AU, fluff, some angst, awkwardness, first dates, you know the ones where person A's date is failing and person B comes and sits with them, sorry i forgot what its called but that, hand holding, flirting, Sanny
Summary: Danny was nervous; he had been building up the courage for *weeks* to arrange a date, and now.... He wasn't quite sure what to think of the situation he found himself in. The night certainly wasn't going as he had expected it to - and his emotions had never ridden a roller coaster this fast. Hell, the beautiful angel holding his hand wasn't even the one he had arranged to meet 2 hours ago.
Author's Notes: Yep! I've officially adopted an every Monday post schedule for this, so that's cool! Just an fyi about the ending of this chapter, I'm so sorry to disappoint of you're hoping for a magical portal but that's not it (that wpuld have been cool but this is a mundane story)
https://theladylovingcrow.tumblr.com/post/189298208331/new-places-friendly-faces-part-2-sanny
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"Right... well, I'm officially off duty once I ring you up, so why don't you two get out of here and have some fun."
Danny fished into his pocket one handed, finding his wallet. He tried to open it and get a ten out while still holding on to Sam, but it was pretty difficult so he was forced to let go in order to pay. He thought it was a little overly dramatic of his heart, but it literally stopped beating out of disappointment for a second. God. He was already completely whipped.
Sam stood up and grabbed the keys, going back to his other table to put on his coat while Danny got his change back from Ronnie. She, now sitting at the table with her other brothers, waved them goodbye as they exited the cozy diner, stepping out into the frigid snow.
Sam immediately grabbed Danny's hand back, putting both of them in his pocket as he started to walk around the back of the building to the employee's section of the parking lot.
Sam suddenly stopped, turning to look at Danny. "Shit, wait, how did you come here? Do you have a car?"
"Uhh, my mom dropped me off."
Sam nodded and kept walking. Danny, for some reason, didn't want to leave it at that - Sam didn't seem overly judgemental, but he wanted to show that he wasn't a completely helpless dork.
"Usually I get her car on the weekends," he continued, "but she had some thing to attend over in North Star and she couldn't get a ride. She brought me here and gave me money for the bus to take home."
"Hey, well, now you don't have to take the bus!"
Sam grinned at him, unlocking the door to his sister's car and opening it for Danny. He smiled to himself and ducked his head, getting in. Fuck whatever societal expectations - not like they really applied to gay couples anyways - he loved to be treated sweetly, too.
Starting the ignition and carefully backing out of the parking space, Sam laughed, loud and happy. Danny looked at him curiously.
"Oh my god, I just picked up a total hottie and we're going on a rendezvous in my sister's car! This is crazy!"
Danny laughed, too, amazed at the situation. Like, holy shit, he was in this guy's (sister's) car that he had met less than an hour ago and they were on their way to who knew where. And he didn't even care! Never in his life had Danny been less concerned about the future; his music, his golfing, school, the world at large, none of it mattered when Sam was sitting next to him, singing along to Jimi Hendrix and looking absolutely stunning in the passing lamplight.
They drove for a time, speeding past cozy houses and dense acres of trees that outlined the starlit sky. Sam didn't seem to have a destination in mind any time soon, and Danny didn't really care if the car never stopped driving. The radio started to fuzz out as the got further into the woods, and nothing but an old talk show was coming in, so Sam had Danny put in his Clapton CD he'd left in Ronnie's car.
"I was looking for that! Figured I'd left it in here, but I don't get the car as often now that she's working more."
Danny nodded, enjoying hearing these little bits about Sam's siblings. It always interested him - learning small facts about people and getting glimpses into their lives, even more so when he was very interested in that person themselves, too.
"So, Ronnie is older than you, right?"
"Yeah, yeah she's a year older than me, she just started taking some classes at the adult school in Saginaw. She's been working at Gerald's for awhile, but she gets adult hours, now, which is good because we like to stay out late and go see her," Sam laughed.
"Oh, that's cool. What about your brothers, the twins? Are they your only other siblings?"
"Yes, fortunately. I don't know how Mom and Dad handled us, we're all within three years of each other. What about you, are you an only child?"
Danny had been right, they were all close in age. Four kids, two of them twins! He still couldn't wrap his head around how that could possibly work out for the parents, but they all seemed to be nice people and clearly got along well. It was pretty nice, actually, having a (potential) boyfriend with a good relationship with his family - Danny knew that it might of been a slightly unfair dating requirement, but he wanted someone who loved their family as much as he did.
"I have a younger sister, she's a freshman at Frankenmuth High. I'm a senior, by the way."
"Wait, what? Me too! I wonder why I've never seen you if we go to the same school. How have I never noticed you before?" Sam exclaimed, making a sharp turn and pulling off of the paved road onto a dirt track.
Danny contemplated that, too. How one Earth had he never seen Sam if they went to the same fucking school? Sam was, like, *magnetic* or something, it didn't make any sense.
Sam interrupted him, not meaning to, as he was about to speak. "Alright, we're here. Sorry, continue," he grinned at Danny, looking sheepish at cutting him off. Danny smiled in return, telling him it was alright.
They got out of the car, shutting the doors gently so as not to disturb the peaceful nighttime forest, and also not to dent Ronnie's car.
Danny resumed what he was saying as Sam led him around to the trunk and started rooting around. "About not seeing me at school, well, you didn't have a reason to until now. I mean, it's not like a lot of people know me, I don't have many friends and I kinda tend to stay to the side."
"I can't imagine how you don't have tons of people hanging off of you," Sam said, looking up at Danny with his foxy eyes glinting in the moonlight. (That was cheesy, Danny knew - but his eyes were beautiful) "Like, the only explanation I can come up with as to why you don't have half of the school constantly begging you to notice *them* is because everyone is crazy."
He blushed and grinned, enjoying the feeling of being the one flirted with for once. It was beyond comprehensible for Danny as to why Sam seemed so taken by *him*, but it wasn't something he wanted to give up anytime soon if he could help it, confusion or not.
"Wow, you are a smooth talker, aren't you?"
Sam snorted. "Hardly. I'm telling you what I honestly think, and it's this: I've known you for maybe two hours, and you are the kindest, sweetest, smartest, most beautiful person I've ever met. Past maybe my mother, but that's different. You deserve all the friends in the world, and you could have any boy or girl you choose, I'm sure."
"Well, I'm choosing you," Danny said, blushing and grabbing Sam's hand. He didn't know what it was, but he was being particularly mushy today. Luckily, Sam seemed to really like it.
Sam led him away from the car after locking it up, one arm carrying a briefcase looking container, and the other's hand holding Danny's. They walked through the light snowfall and under heavy bows of trees, going along a path Danny couldn't see but that, apparently, Sam knew well.
Danny had the quick thought that Sam was going to murder him, and maybe he shouldn't ignore his survival instincts, but he decided that Sam would *never* kill him. He also asked, though, just to be sure.
"Are you planning on killing me out here?"
Sam laughed his donkey bray, swinging their hands and taking another slight turn around a large tree. "No, I don't think I'd be able to physically overpower you, you're probably way stronger than I am."
"Oh, yeah? But what about a gun? What's in the box, Sammy?"
Danny was grinning inside, though externally he blocked it so that his facade wouldn't slip. Sam stopped and stood in front of him.
"I'll show you what's in the box!" Sam said, holding it up in front of his crotch like that SNL sketch.
"Ooh, my favorite!" Danny wiggled his brows, staring at the box where, right behind it, was Sam's dick. They both laughed, faces rosy and eyes crinkled.
Danny was glad that he had chosen Sam over Ronnie, not only for the fact that Sam actually liked him back, but that he got along so well with him. Even if the romance was a bust, he could tell that they would be very good friends, the connection was that immediate. And, he liked the idea of being best friends with a guy and then also getting to fuck his brains out at the end of the day.
'I'm getting ahead of myself, he said he has standards.'
'*No*, he said that he won't fuck you in his sister's car, but he wants to.'
"Sam, dude, where are we going? What are we doing out here, like, really?" He choked out, dying to know and also hoping that the plans included at least a kiss.
Danny hadn't been this desperate to kiss someone in- possibly forever, really. He didn't know why he was so intent on getting Sam's lips on him (though, he supposed he did: like, *look* at Sam's mouth). It wasn't like himself to be this out of control - albeit on his own head - but Sam had this effect on him.
Logically, Danny knew that if Sam wanted to go slower he would totally respect that choice and not even be put out about it, he liked just being with Sam that much. But, a kiss.... He wanted just a taste, in case this was the only date he got to have with Sam.
"We're almost there, and then I'll show you," Sam said quietly.
They continued walking, going up a gentle slope and then around a giant boulder. When they came around the other side, Danny saw that the rock had been obscuring a pristinely white, snow covered clearing. All around them, flakes fell softly from the sky, some decorating the trees, and others landing on their heads.
Sam turned to look at him, grinning. "Isn't it pretty? I feel like, whenever I come here, I've entered another dimension or something."
Danny nodded, his breath nearly taken away by the delicate magic of the moment. Well, it wasn't completely perfect - his nose was running, his gloveless hands were both freezing and clammy in Sam's, and he had no fucking clue where he was - but Sam was so, so beautiful in this place he had brought them to.
They stood and stared at the scene, taking in everything, from the stars peaking out from in between the clouds to the feel of their thumbs rubbing back and forth over each other's knuckles.
After a few minutes of silence, Sam broke it, speaking softly, "This is one of my favorite places on Earth to be. We come here during all seasons, but there's just something more.... *special*, I guess, when everything is pure and damp and quiet."
"It's really nice, I can see why you like to bring people here."
"Actually," Sam paused, looking shyly at Danny, "I've never taken anyone else. As far as I can tell, my family are the only people who know about it."
"Really? I- thank you so much for bringing me to such a special spot for you," he gasped, grinning back at Sam's little smile.
Danny was floored, absolutely amazed with this moment in his life. Sam had, for reasons he couldn't understand but figured he'd better stop worrying about, taken him to a place that no one else had been to. It was an intimate, deeply trusting gesture that he'd made, and Danny received it full-heartedly. The scenery felt sacred, now, in a way that he couldn't quite describe but that filled him with content.
"This really does mean a lot, that you're letting me view your spot. I don't know how to say thank you enough for trusting me with this- can I, maybe, take you somewhere special to me next time?"
He was shooting his shot, and praying to whatever deity felt nearest in this winter forest that it would hit it's mark. Sam had decided to take him here right after meeting him, so it *would* work, right? Danny really fucking hoped that it did, and that he hadn't ruined the relationship they were building. It was newly born and a little confusing, but in a good way; they were already fused together somehow, a connection running through them to make it seem like they'd known each other for years instead if hours.
"I'll go anywhere you wanna take me," Sam answered. He looked aware of how cliche what hed said was, but he also didnt seem to care. Damny was internally screaming with joy. "I wasn't sure where I was driving, at first, but I ended up on the path here, and it felt right. You being here feels nice and right."
Danny was smiling openly, happiness on display. He swung their hands and looked up at the sky, where the snow clouds where starting to clear, the last of the flakes finishing their journey to the ground. Sam leaned into him slightly, a pleasurable warmth permeating into Danny's body through the many layers of their clothing.
"This is perfect! I was hoping the clouds would clear up, cause this wouldnt really be much fun without it. Now, c'mon, let me show you the inside."
Danny was completely confused, again. "The inside?"
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First Drabbles
I was tagged by @apostatetabris and @dalish-ish (thank you both!!) to share my earliest fandom writing, and boy do I have a treat for you all (and a minor embarrassment for myself). I found my first ever DA fanfic (from back in 2010 when I was 15!!!!) and it is hilariously awful.
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Eliya awoke to a feeling of gurgling in her abdomen. It rolled and turned and with every sloshy, ick feeling, she got weaker. She was obviously hungry and if her stomach didn't get food soon, it would most surely eat all of her insides for sustenance. She could see it swallowing up her intestines and liver. It wasn't pleasant. That silly human boyAlistair was right when he told her hunger followed the Joining.
"Food," she said quietly, not wanting to wake the others in camp. She opened up her pack that lay beside her in search of something to eat. She dug and dug but found nothing. She even dumped the bag over and emptied its contents, scraping through the pile of poultices and salves in search for a crumb of something. Nada.
"I could have sworn I put some crackers in there or-," she mumbled to herself but paused when she heard a noise in the darkness. The fire had gone out and she could see absolutely nothing. In the back of the mage-turned-grey warden's mind the threat of demons, bandits or darkspawn lurking in camp appeared. She stood up and tip-toed to where she had heard… whatever it was.
It sounded again. It was more recognizable this time. It was a laugh or a chuckle. It sounded human, or possibly elven to her ears. The thought of bandits waiting like tigers ready to pounce upon them and cut her throat, then Alistair, Leliana, and Morrigan (if they dared). Then they'd rob the camp and leave the corpses to the darkspawn and beasts of the forest.
They thought of being decapitated didn't sit well with the red headed elf. In a rush of fear and adrenaline, she leaped forward toward whoever was laughing and charged up and electricity spell holding it to whatever she'd made contact with. She hoped to scare whatever it was into submission. She didn't understand how successful she'd been until she looked down.
She was straddling what was definitely human, definitely male, and definitely…
"HOLY CRAP IT'S YOU," she said with an embarrassed yet relieved shout as she held the spell to the man's face and it had revealed his identity. It was Alistair and she'd obviously startled him.
"No, no don't hit me! I bruise easily," he said putting his hands in front of his embarrassment flushed face.
"I'm SO sorry," she said not thinking to get up off of him in her disgruntled state, "I thought you were a bandit and you were going to cut my throat and then kill everyone else and take all of the FOOD. Why were you laughing?"
"I was… uhh… laughing… err…at… haha… you," he said in a meek manner like she'd kill him if he said it, "Though now I know to never ever ever EVER do that again EVER."
Eliya gave him a confused eyebrow raise, her pointy ears twitching slightly in a quirky involuntary manner. "At me? Why?" She wondered if it was because she was elven. Despite being accepted by the humans in the Circle, she had lived in Denerim for awhile and was quick to accuse humans of racist beliefs. She hadn't thought Alistair to be… that way after being around him for several days, but she had to question his motives.
"No, no, its not what you're thinking," The stunned boy said apologetically. Alistair obviously knew what she was getting at, "Its not because you're an elf. I swear it! I heard you rattling around and talking to yourself. I thought it was funny because I knew what you were doing. It seemed like déjà vu for me because I went through the same hunger thing. I… couldn't help it."
"Oh," Eliya said with a relieved chuckle, "That's good because I really didn't want to beat you up."
Alistair laughed but when he saw the stern expression on the girl's face he stopped. "Wait are you serious," he questioned.
Eliya looked sternly for about five more seconds but then busted into a hysterical laughter.
"We're even now," she said between laughs. And they sat there laughing at the predicament.
"AHEM!" a voice behind them sounded. They both turned their heads simultaneously around and up to two female figures staring down at them. It was Leliana who held a torch, and Morrigan whose arms were crossed and had an amused expression.
"What ARE you two up to," Morrigan asked with a smirk.
Eliya and Alistair turned to look at each other both having the same "Oi" expression as they'd just been reminded of their awkward position. It sure looked like they were…
Eliya quickly jumped up and dusted off her robes, her blushing face giving a serious expression to the two young human women. Alistair stood up beside her and started his rambling explanation tripping over his words.
"Its not what it looks like. I promise. See she was fumbling around and I was making noises and so she attacked me and we started laughing."
Eliya just patted him on the shoulder and shook her head, looking down at the ground in shame.
"Yes, well 'Tis most disturbing. If you must do… whatever you were doing. At least keep it down," Morrigan said and then walked back to her solitary "camp".
Leliana just giggled and then went back to her own tent leaving the two embarrassed wardens blushing, looking at the ground.
And if it wasn't an uncomfortable situation on its own, Eliya was still starving.
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Looking back, I totally thought this was risqué, and now I’m like “oh you sweet summer child.” It’s really early and my brain is fuzzy, so I’m not gonna even try to tag people. Just know that if you want to share your first drabbles, you are tagged by me and you can say so.
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Shipping Info Meme
Answer the following for your muse so people know how shipping works on your blog.
WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER?:
not really no. the main reason that it’s extremely difficult for my sephiroth to fully engage himself to a romantic relationship so no matter what, it might end up lacking on his part ( for the beginning anyway, i think - it depends ). i hc my sephiroth to have had a crush on angeal during crisis core period, which is now mostly gone over a long period of time passed in canon timelines but that’s probably it ? i’ve shipped with different clouds, firion and i love ‘em too but those also required some extensive plot building in the background.
WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO WRITE WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?
fluffy moments, fights, obstacles - whatever goes, man. i’m a little awkward on the smut side but i’ll still go for it because the intensity and passion is unique to its own and nice. i won’t write abusive ships though.
HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?
i really don’t care about age gaps as long as both parties are legal or aged up properly by the mun. there is a lot to consider about age gaps, actually, especially if one isn’t a human and for me - characters will never age and die.
ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?
it depends. it’s rare for sephiroth to feel a romantic attraction to someone to begin with and appearance isn’t something he immediately takes notice of above of someone’s fighting prowess. and that he pretty much offended everyone under the sun. it’d take a long build up or for the both of them to click as friends first.
as for me, as long as i like you as a person - which is if we’re friends or you’re a generally nice person, i’m open to discussing anything in im.
HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NSFW?
when the stuff that usually doesn’t see the sunshine does ? when the touchy touchy begins ? if there are any cues for that, i think i forgot about it lol
WHO ARE OTHER THE CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?
none as of now.
DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?:
of course. i think it’d be better for us to make sure that we’re on the same page since i can be rather oblivious at times and sephiroth doesn’t always respond well in certain social situations.
HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP?
not very often when it comes to rp. i’m not that selective but i still wanna see what i’m getting myself into before i jump into the boat with someone. but if we do ship, i’ll probably be sending you hcs and plots for our ship as much as i breathe-
ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?:
used to be ship obsessed but now, it’s sort of a lukewarm thing for me ? i still love all the possible plots i can have with partners though and do prefer to dedicate a good amount of time into developing the ship.
ARE YOU MULTISHIP?
yep, definitely. i won’t practice exclusivity but i’ll still split my attention across fairly.
WHAT IS/ARE YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP(S) IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?:
uhh. this is a hard question because i don’t really pay much attention to the romantic parts of canon. i usually start having deep, very delightful suffering feelings for ships depending on who drags me into it. i’m what you call, very easily influenced.
FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?:
pop into my im or discord and see if we can work something out !
Tagged by: @asouldivided thank you sm, friend !
Tagging: @backwaterheroics, @magitekelite, @warofthebeasts, @caiiius, @dcntgiveup, @stellaux, @anjiiru , @permasclaris
#☆ ❜ OUT OF CHARACTER → exit game ?#sorry if anyone tagged has done it before. i only remembered that a few did that i came across on my dash
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21 answers tag game
Tagged byy @fatal-blow
ANSWER 21 QUESTIONS AND TAG 21 PEOPLE
ZODIAC- Cancer/Gemini
HEIGHT- ~5′9″
LAST MOVIE I SAW- ummm In theatres “The Boy who would be King” in general “Blackkklansmen”
FAVOURITE MUSICIANS- Hmm, My music taste varies quite a lot but I always go back to Marina and the Diamonds, Queen, Regina Spektor, Ween, The Beatles. Currently listening to a lot of indie music in general lmao - First Aid Kit and King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard are great!
LAST THING I GOOGLED- askfalkfjald “Free Aesthetic Background” I was updating a side blog ok!
SONG STUCK IN MY HEAD- Sunny Came Home by uhhh Shawn Colvin, Froot M&D, Hit the Road Jack (Wolfgang Lohr & Maskarade Remix) Thanks Fatal
OTHER BLOGS- @kaligulas is my main, and I have an aesthetic/feelings sideblog for when i find quotes and pictures and when im thinking about my crush/es, as well as an embarrassing fandom specific blog and a nsfw- which I made a few months before the ban :’ )
FOLLOWING- On here like uhhh 6 people on my main uhh 303!
DO I GET ASKS- When I do requests lmao
WHAT IM WEARING- THIS SHIRT designed by my bae! @goingtoregretthisseriously its so comfy and I always get tons of compliments on it when i wear it because its amazinggggg
AMOUNT OF SLEEP- 8 hours on work days , 10+ otherwise TvT
FAVOURITE FOOD- Turkey Hash - when you take all the left overs froma turkey or chicken dinner and mix and re fry it in a pan for breakfast the next morning!
DREAM TRIP- To Prague! My grandfather is a famous sculptor who immigrated from the Czech Republic and ive always wanted to visit
DESCRIBE YOURSELF AS AESTHETIC THINGS- umm this feels a bit awkward hah but! Faded Hair dye, worn converse, um.. fresh flowers, other... summery aesthetic things??? im very bad at this.
RANDOM FACT- about me? Ive had a buzzcut for 6(ish) years and today is the longest its been in almost 9 years
LANGUAGES- English and some very,,, very vague french. I understand a lot more than i know(lmao I watch a lot of france french shows and switching to quebecois media is so jarring oml.)
Tagggiiinnnnngggg UHHHHH I dont know anyone besides Fatal who likes tag games lmao. Feel free to do this and tag me though!
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Tag Game
Rules : Answer 21 questions and tag 21 people you want to get to know better
Nickname: Maddy, Bubbles, Big Thirsty (its not what it sounds like), possum, and others.
Star Sign: Taurus
What I’m wearing: My sister’s Grateful Dead t-shirt and plaid pajama pants :3
Dream Job: hooo boy this question keeps me up at night y’all...Right now I’m obsessed with the idea of opening a bakery, but I also would like to make a cartoon show.
Favorite Quote: “Tomorrow the birds will sing.” Charlie Chaplin, City Lights
Favorite Food: anything italian honestly, if it involves cheese and pasta I’m sold.
Favorite Movie: I’m super indecisive so uhh here’s a few, Jurassic Park is probably my all time favorite, but also I love Kong Skull Island, Shrek 2, Practical Magic, and Robin Hood: Men in Tights.
Favorite Sport: To watch: baseball, basketball and hockey. To play: baseball, I’m not great at sports..
Dream Trip: I’d like to go just about anywhere so I’ll say everywhere.
Languages: English, tiny tidbits of korean and ASL. (I get hyper-fixated on learning languages for like a day then poof it’s gone.)
Favorite Song: I can’t decide I love too many and my 1 braincell can’t make decisions. “Good Ol’ Fashioned Lover Boy” gets me fucking PUMPED and I love it, also “Almost (Sweet Music)” by Hozier has been in my head for days and Unmbrella Academy has printed “I think we’re alone now” on my soul forever.
Favorite Book: The Great Gatsby, The Good Earth, Call The Midwife (I’m actually a 67 year old grandmother), Angela Ashes...The Hobbit...I cant think of any more.
What do I hate: Money, the fact that everything costs money, animal abuse/ cruelty, having my life mapped out for me by someone else, the government, getting into arguments with my mother about the government etc etc
Random Fact: My mother used to tell me that Hey Jude was actually called Hey Jules and that the beatles wrote it for me, my three year old self was livin man.
Describe yourself as aesthetic things: Getting lost in a drawing while listening to music, having a favorite hoodie and wearing it all the time, getting so excited by a new movie you start shaking, sitting alone in a library avoiding everyone and everything.
Do I get asks? No never, I’m really awkward.
Other Blogs: I have a main blog but honestly I never really use it except to talk to my friends in that fandom y’know what I mean?
Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw!
Patronus: Irish Wolfhound
Favorite Characters: Thor, Captain Marvel, Evelyn from the Mummy, Giorno Giovana from jjba, All Might, Remus Lupin, Luna Lovegood, Molly Weasely, Trixie Franklin, Wonder Woman/Diana Prince, Scott Lang/ Antman, Edward Scissorhands, Veronica Sawyer from Heathers.
That was super fun! Thanks for tagging me dude!
Feel free to ignore this but I’m going to tag @cloveofmylife and @readyy-freddiee
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An idea about Deceit.
I feel like the fandom has forgotten that Deceit is not a villain. I mean, I did for a very long time too. My major fanfics for the fandom include him as some sort of abusive villain.
But... lying comes in many shapes and forms. And people have presented them already, so I present a new one. One that I haven’t seen yet.
Deceit as Patton’s baby brother.
Now, this comes from the fact that not all lying is bad, and in fact it is a crucial step in a child’s development. Kids learn to lie at around three or four years old and all have their reasons to lie.
And so, I present to you. Just a tiny fic on the matter. (For the sake of it, Deceit’s name is Dorian in this. I keep changing his name but do I care? NOPE.)
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“Hey Patton.” There were light touches on Patton’s shoulder. “Hey Patton.” A tiny squeak. “Hey Patton. Hey Patton. Hey Patton. Hey Patton. Hey Pat-“
“Hey kiddo.”
Dorian, Patton’s five-years old brother, was clutching his rubber duck (aptly named Daveed) and looking straight at him with big, scared eyes.
...oh.
“Did you have another nightmare?”
“Mm-hmm...”
“Okay, come on. Jump in.” Patton rolled on his back and Dorian immediately crawled under Patton’s blanket, a huge smile on his face. “What’s that smile about, kiddo?”
“I’m not telling you.”
Patton’s phone lit up.
‘Lolo💙💙 @ DIGGITY DANG A DANG: Princey’s ideas are completely chimerical and I refuse to work with him on this project any longer without Patton and Virgil’s intervention.’
‘🌟PRINCEY🌟 @ DIGGITY DANG A DANG: well then i refuse to work with mr pocket protector on this as well!’
His friends were crazy.
‘My Dark Strange Son 😈💜 @ DIGGITY DANG A DANG: SHUT THE FUCK UP ITS TWO IN THE MORNING GO TO SLEEP’
“Okay, Dorian. Come on. Tell me about your nightmare.”
“No!” Dorian’s duck gave a sad squeak.
“Dory, kiddo, you kinda have to if you want me to help.”
‘JD, Chandler, go to sleep. We can do the project in the morning. I promise I’ll bring brownies! xx’
‘Lolo💙💙: Good night, Patton. I’m sorry we woke you up.’
‘Oh, you didn’t, honey! My brother did. See you at school! And don’t kill each other!’
“Come on. You came here because of your nightmares? So I wanna hear them.”
‘🌟PRINCEY🌟: tell him i said gnight and give him a big kiss aight pat? night!’
“There was a giant,” Dorian started. “In the nightmare. And it was rainbow, and it was scary, and it was running to me, and...”
“You mean chasing you?”
“Huh? yeah, yeah... that’s what I meaned. So the giant was...”
Dorian started rambling about his nightmare and Patton could honestly feel himself falling asleep all over again, but he couldn’t allow himself that. At least not while Dorian was talking.
‘Lolo💙💙: I can see you’re still online, Patton. Is anything wrong?’
‘Yeah... my brother just talks a lot, that’s all. I’m going to sleep, I promise! Love you ❤️❤️’
“...and then, and then... I forgot.” Dorian was starting to doze off. Good. Patton had his hand in his brother’s hair, trying to keep from falling asleep himself before his brother...
His mom was going to be so mad when she finds out when they fell asleep.
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“What do you mean, your brother lied about having a nightmare?”
“I mean my mom came to wake me up today and started the morning with a ‘you have to stop sneaking out of your room just to have a midnight chat, Dorian, it’s not good for you’. I’m serious!” Roman was fiddling with the red scrunchie on his wrist as Patton paced around the stage. ”He’s only five, Roman! What’s going to happen to him if he keeps losing sleep like that? That’s not healthy!”
“Wow, Patton... your brother lies to you - your kid brother lies to you - and you’re worried about his sleep schedule?!”
“Calm down, Chandler, this isn’t the thunderdome just yet,” the familiar monotone voice called, accompanied by footsteps. My savior is here! “A steady sleep schedule is very important for the circadian rhythm.”
“Dorian woke me up at two in the morning to have a talk and told me that he had a nightmare. Good to see you too, Lolo.”
“I take it you’re tired.” Patton grunted. “Why don’t you set boundaries?”
“Have you met my brother?”
“Yes, in fact. I have been over to your house quite some-”
“That’s not what I meant, Lolo.”
“I think what puffball here is trying to say is, his brother is the cutest kid in the world. Would you deny him anything? I know I wouldn’t!”
“It’s not even that, Roman. It’s just...” Patton started pacing again. “He’s the cutest kid, yes, but he’s also so set on breaking the rules all the time!”
“And I think we all know who he got that from, puffball-Veronica.”
“I just know that he wouldn’t care about any boundaries I might set.”
“Do you think Ms. Caulfield would mind you three hanging on stage like that?”
“Goddamnit, Virgil...”
“Great to see that Veronica Sawyer, Heather Chandler and Jason Dean are all breaking the rules as should be,” Virgil noted with an awkward smirk. One of the rare ones. “You know we’re not rehearsing here today, yeah?”
“We all came here for break before rehearsals, Mr. Stage Manager, please.” Roman threw his scrunchie on Virgil. “My dear darling boyfriend, please make sense of the situation at hand.”
“Yes, Roman?”
“Patton’s adorable little kid brother Dorian lied about having a nightmare last night just so he could have a midnight talk and all Patton is worried about is his sleep schedule.”
“Wait, he really did that?” Patton nodded, biting a nail. “Wow. I’m oddly proud.”
“Not you too!” Roman let out a loud groan. “This kid lied about-“
“You literally stayed up until three thirty last night to text me about Dan and Phil playing the sims, Romano. You’re not one to talk.”
“Do you have no shame accusing me of such a thing, Virgil? I thought you loved me!”
“Princey, I do love you. But you’re just so insufferable sometimes.”
“Yeah, yeah. Love you too.”
When rehearsals started a bit later, it seemed as if Roman forgot all about what happened.
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“Hey kiddo,” Patton said with a giant smile as he got home. His brother was in the living room, watching cartoons. Patton assumed their mother was in her office painting mandalas, which would’ve been the only explanation as to why Dorian was watching cartoons.
...while sporting a huge black eye.
“Patton! I’m watching something and I don’t know what it is but-“
“What’s that shiner you got over there, Dorian?”
“It’s nothin’. I runned to a door handle thingy.” He pulled his shoulder, squeezing his rubber duck.
“Do you need some ice to put on it, buddy?” Dorian shook his head. “Okay. How about donuts? Would they make you feel better?”
“Yes! But not from where mommy gets the donuts because that’s where Jake Baker’s mommy works and Jake Baker doesn’t like me and he hit me today and pushed me and I felled on a swing and I don’t wanna go around him.”
...ran into a doorknob, huh.
“Didn’t you go to Dahlia’s today, honey?”
“No. I didn’t want to.”
“Patton, sweetheart?” Their mother called from her office.
“Hey, Mom!”
“How was rehearsal today, sweetheart?”
“It was good! I’ll tell you at dinner!”
Things mostly fell into silence after that, Patton joining Dorian in watching the cartoon (Voltron, Patton noted, one of the cartoons he did not want Dorian to watch without him around). And then...
“Can I have cereal, Patton?”
“Of course.” Patton got up to the kitchen. “What did you have for lunch, Dorian?”
“Uhh... a sandwich. And an apple! From Dahlia!”
“That sounds like a nice lunch, kiddo.” No it didn’t. “Which cereal?”
“I don’t care.” So fruit loops. Alright.
By the time Patton got back to the living room, Dorian’s stomach was growling. Of course. That kid was adorable, but he needed to stop lying.
“Why’d you tell me you had lunch today?” Dorian looked up from his cereal bowl. “You didn’t. I could hear it.”
“But I did!”
“You don’t like apples, Dory. I know you don’t.” The kid’s face started turning red. “Come on. Why’d you lie to me?”
“...I forgot lunch at home. But I did eat the apple!” Patton shot him a look. “I swear I did!”
“Look, kiddo... lying isn’t always a bad thing, but you gotta learn when to.” Dorian looked confused. “You shouldn’t lie about lunch, because not eating isn’t good for you. You shouldn’t lie about nightmares, because sleep is very important for everyone, including you. You especially, Dorian. And most of all, you shouldn’t lie about being hurt. If someone hurt you, you tell me. I’ll make everything okay. Okay?”
“...I did eat an apple.”
“...okay. Let’s go with that.”
——
“Hey Patton.” A light touch on his shoulder. “Hey Patton.” A soft squeak. “Hey Patton. Hey Patton. Hey Patton. Hey Patton. Hey Pat-“
“Hey kiddo. Another nightmare?”
Patton rubbed his eyes and grabbed his glasses, looking at his brother as he climbed into his bed. His phone was buzzing with texts.
‘Lolo💙💙 @ DIGGITY DANG A DANG: I’ve been listening to Burn from Hamilton for the last hour and a half. Some help would be welcome.’
‘🌟PRINCEY🌟 @ DIGGITY DANG A DANG: no can do, compadre! youre on your own in this!’
‘My Dark Strange Son 😈💜 @ DIGGITY DANG A DANG: @ Lolo💙💙 hey you, out there in the cold, getting lonely, getting old, can you feel me?’
‘Lolo💙💙 @ DIGGITY DANG A DANG: @ My Dark Strange Son 😈💜 wow... Thanks on somehow making it worse, Virgil.’
‘My Dark Strange Son 😈💜 @ DIGGITY DANG A DANG: anytime, sherlock’
‘Go to sleep, will ya? It’s one thirty in the morning!’
“So... nightmare?” Dorian hummed. “Wanna tell me?”
This was going to be a very long night.
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#kylo cant write#sanders sides#patton sanders#logan sanders#roman sanders#virgil sanders#deceit sanders#logicality#prinxiety#deceit is pattons baby brother#you can never rip this hc out of me#so much fluff and cute#baby deceit is precious okay#i love this idea so much
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He loves me, he loves me not (2/2)
Part 1 | Part 1 on ao3 | Part 2 on ao3 | Master list
Authors note: Heeyyyy! So uhhh,,,, hi? I am so so so sorry this took me so long to write (it’s been like a month ;-;) i have meant to write it! i just haven’t had the inspiration, but uhh, here it is ahha. I appologise if its not as good as you might hope for, or like if it wasn’t what you were expecting but i can’t really do much about that ahha ^-^” anyways, ill shut up now, i hope you enjoy :)
Summary: Virgil isnt sure of Roman’s love anymore, so he turns to a daisy, to find out the traditional way.
Pairing(s): Prinxiety
Warnings: crying at the start, a previous crying breakdown, some disbelieveing thoughts (let me know to add any more if you want me to)
Words: 3365
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Strolling into the living room, the prince looked around.
“Hello!” He announced grandly when he saw Patton and Logan both there.
“Salutations.” Logan greeted, not looking up from his book.
“Hello Roman!” Patton added cheerily.
Roman walked a little further into the room, still looking around.
“Have either of you seen Virgil anywhere by any chance?” He asked the two other sides.
Patton shook his head.
“I can’t say I have…” He thought for a second. “Now that I think about it, I haven’t really seen him all afternoon actually…. Have you seen him Logan?”
The addressed side shook his head. “No, I haven’t.” He turned back to Roman. “Have you checked to see if he is in his room yet?”
“Aha! Thank you my logical friend!”
And with that, Roman marched off towards the darker side’s room. He could tell which room belonged to the emo due to it not being his first time there and also because the door was the darkest in colour out of them all, being a strong black colour.
He strode up to the door.
“Virgil?” He knocked thrice on the door. “You in there?”
He was met with silence.
Again he knocked.
“Virgil?” He called. “Virgil my love, are you there?”
Again, silence.
“I’m going to come in okay?” Roman asked and then waited a second or two before he turned the handle and opened the door.
At seeing the side in his room – while at his bed – Roman relaxed a little.
“There you are, I haven’t seen you all day, neither had Logan or Patton.” He began to speak. “We were kinda worried... I’m so sorry I’ve been so busy as of late, and I know we haven’t had much time lately to do anything together, so I was just wondering if-” He stopped. “Hey are you okay?”
He only then noticed how Virgil was sleeping in an awkward looking position at the side of his bed, how there were petals around Virgil’s feet, how Virgil’s face, while asleep, looked to be tear stained.
Roman rushed to the other’s side.
“Hey, Virgil? Hey, are you okay?” He put a gentle hand on the other’s back, which seemed as to bring him out of his sleep.
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Someone was speaking to Virgil, but he wasn’t sure who as of yet. Maybe if he ignored them they’d leave him alone. He wasn’t in the mood to be dealing with people at that moment.
They were speaking to him now, a hand was on his back. It sounded an awful lot like Roman. Maybe it was just his mind playing tricks on him again, making it seem like Roman cared when Virgil knew the actual truth.
Slowly, he started to open his eyes, he was facing away from whom ever was in his room with him, and so he was not able to see who it was.
“Hey, you there?” The person asked him. It was almost scary how much the person sounded like Roman, unless…
He slowly turned and came face to face with, none other than Roman himself.
“There you are.”
He looked, worried. Why was he worried? What was there to worry about? Why was Roman even there in the first place? Virgil already knew the truth, so why was he here?
“Wh- Why-” Virgil stuttered, confused.
“Are you okay my love?” Roman asked, gently, slightly confused as to why Virgil was confused and also wanting to find out what was ailing his love so he could make it better.
“W- What are you doing here?”
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The question confused Roman. Why wouldn’t he be here?
“I was worried about you and came to see how you were. You haven’t been out of here practically all day…” Roman said clearly and carefully stroked circles into the other’s back. To his surprise, Virgil seemed to shrink away from it almost.
“I’m- I’m fine. You don’t need to worry about me.” Why was Roman still here?
“Why ever would I not worry about you, my thundercloud?”
Virgil’s thoughts clouded his mind again, wincing ever so slightly at the nickname. “Just go away.” He pushed at Roman. At his confused look, Virgil pushed again. “Go on. Just go. You probably have better things to be doing anyways…”
While Roman would admit he had been away quite a lot that past week or so, he didn’t think it deserved this kind of reaction. Why was Virgil being so hostile all of a sudden? Did Roman do something wrong?
“Listen I get it already. I understand. Just go…” Virgil turned away from Roman. “I already know the answer…” he muttered the last part to himself, solemnly looking down at the stalk and flower petals that lay around his feet.
“Understand what? What do you know the answer to? I can’t understand you if you talk in riddles.” Roman was very confused at this point. “Please, just talk to me, tell me what you’re thinking, what you’re feeling..?”
The darker side paused for a moment and then turned back to Roman, tearful eyes staring into Roman’s.
“Why don’t you- you tell me what you’re feeling…” He paused and looked away again. “Or… what you’re not feeling that is…”
This took Roman aback a bit.
“What do you mean? Speak clearly, I can’t understand all these riddles.” Roman huffed, getting slightly annoyed but not wanting it to show.
Virgil picked up the flower stem, increasing Roman’s confusion.
“It’s okay… you don’t need to hide it anymore… I already know.” A few tears slipped down the side of his face as he held the flower stem weakly between his fingers.
“Virgil...” He paused, looking confusedly at the flower stem Virgil was twiddling. “I have no clue what you’re talking about. Please explain, I deeply confused about what you’re talking about. Actually, I’m also quite confused about why there are flower petals around you, care to explain that too?”
Virgil looked up into Roman’s eyes, searching for something. He sighed, seemingly not finding what he was looking for in Roman’s expression.
“I know… i-I know that you don’t-” he took a breath, almost to steady himself and prepare for what he was going to say.
“I know you don’t love me anymore.”
Roman still in shock and confusion. How could he-? Why would he-? Huh?
“You don’t- you don’t have to pretend anymore…” Virgil could feel the tears start to well up again. He would not let himself cry in front of Roman, he would not let his guard down.
Looking at Roman, who was silent and was staring at him, Virgil just took that as more proof for it to be true.
There was silence for a few more moments, Virgil trying his best not to cry.
“So... now you know I know... please leave... I don't- yeah... just please...” Virgil quietly said.
This snapped Roman out of his trance.
“What are you- no of course that’s not- I still-" he tried to quickly correct Virgil.
“Please just leave!” Virgil said more forcefully than he had meant to. Tears now finding their way down the sides of his face.
“Virgil i-” Roman stuttered, trying to get the words out. He took a deep breath and calmed slightly. “Of course I love you Virgil. No matter what I still love you. What on earth would make you think I didn’t? I know I haven’t been around much lately but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you, you idiot.”
Virgil had, however tuned out the rest of what Roman was saying once he’s said the opposite of what he thought.
“You- you l- what-?” he stumbled over his words as he tried to understand what Roman had said.
“But I thought- the flower- you what?”
Roman only rubbed Virgil’s back as he tried to get him to calm down.
After a short while of him not being able to form proper sentences, he seemed to calm down enough to be able to speak properly again.
“The flower told you me you didn’t though…” he spoke slowly, and sounded thoroughly heartbroken.
“Sweetheart, what makes you say that?” the prince questioned softly as to try to not set off another mini breakdown.
Virgil wiped at his eyes with his sleeves which had fallen over his hands and sniffed again. Despite the situation Roman still found it adorable.
“This is going to sound stupid when I say it…” he ducked his head away from facing Roman.
“No it won’t. Trust me. Please tell me…”
Roman sounded so earnest as he asked, and sounded like he genuinely cared…
He sighed.
“You know- you know the thing kids do when they’re young with the flowers…?” Roman began to have an idea about what Virgil might say. The darker side took a breath. “Well… I did it to-” he paused to wipe some more tears away. “To see if you still cared…”
Oh. Roman began to put some of the pieces together.
“Why would you think I wouldn’t still care for you Virgil?” he asked trying to keep his voice from quivering. Was he that bad of a boyfriend? No, now wasn’t the time for self-deprecation, Virgil needed his attention as of the moment, and his attention would be given thus.
“Well I mean… you haven’t really been around much lately… I have barely even seen you in the past week… every time I want to do something you always say you’re busy or some shit like that… it just made me wonder, you know?” he let out a watery laugh as he held back tears again for the umpteenth time that day.
“Oh Virgil…” Roman sighed and help a gentle hand to the others tear stained face and carefully guided it to look back at him once again. “Listen to me when I say this….”
Virgil tried to face away but Roman’s hands held his face firmly, but gently at the same time.
“I love you.” He said firmly. “And nothing will ever change that, trust me on this.”
Virgil stared into Roman’s eyes, looking- no, searching for even the slightest hint of a lie, but finding none. Maybe Roman was in fact telling the truth. Maybe it was Virgil who was wrong. God, why did he have to believe a stupid flower. It would have been so much easier to address the issue in person, face to face. Rather than hiding out in his room, merely hoping for a day when Roman would only just say yes to one of his ideas. Waiting for Roman to tell him the words he told himself in moments of self-doubt, that he didn’t love him. Wishing he could do more to build on the relationship, but having nothing to build from and nowhere to begin.
Roman could almost sense Virgil’s inner monologue, and knew he had to do something to stop him thinking that way, before things got too bad again. Well, they were already bad, he just didn’t want them to get worse per se.
“Virgil,” he continued. “Do you believe me now…?”
Virgil shut his eyes and leaned ever so slightly into Roman’s touch, hand still against his face. He moved his own hand up and put it atop Roman’s, holding the back of his hand while tears slipped down his face yet again. But Roman wasn’t mad, he just gently brushed the tears away with his thumb, being ever careful.
Why was Virgil such an idiot, to believe something as small as a flower. Of course Roman wouldn’t give his feelings up that quickly… he always told Virgil how much he loved him, it was just Virgil who took things in a different direction.
After a few moments of silence, Roman pulled Virgil in for a strong hug. Arms wrapping around him in a protective matter, tucking Virgil’s head underneath his chin and gently pressing kisses to his hair as the other held onto Roman’s sash tightly.
The hug lasted for a good few minutes. Roman whispering reassurances of his love for Virgil, and Virgil’s tears slowly coming to a stop as he managed to hug the prince back.
“Hey Ro…?” came the voice which was now hidden in Roman’s shoulder, sounding broken and raw due to the previous emotions.
“Yes my love?” he responded, stoking the back of Virgil’s head.
“…I love you...” he paused and then continued. “…I’m sorry for being such an idiot and believing such- such a stupid thing…”
“Oh Virge, there is nothing to worry about my dark knight. It wasn’t your fault…” Roman whispered back, holding Virgil a little tighter.
They sat in silence for a few more minutes, calming down from the emotional moment they’d just been through.
“If- if it’s okay for me to ask…” Virgil said, not looking up at Roman, but Roman looked down at him. “…what have you been busy with recently…?”
Roman tensed slightly. Was it ready yet? Should he show Virgil now? I mean, he needed to say where he’s been, but he didn’t want to ruin the surprise for Virgil…
Virgil had felt Roman tense and his mind jumped from bad conclusion to bad conclusion, each worse than the other. What could he have been doing? Nothing bad, right? Roman wouldn’t do that… right?
Roman sighed, he decided that he might as well show Virgil, it was pretty much finished anyways at this point.
“Well…” he started, but Virgil sighed.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to say… I was just wondering that’s all…”
“No no no! That’s not it! It’s not that I don’t want to say, it’s just…” Virgil looked up at Roman slowly, questioningly. “I can’t really explain it, I’d have to show you.” The darker of them looked slightly more confused at this. “So… if you wouldn’t mind… would you let me show you…?”
Virgil nodded and Roman slowly got to his feet, letting Virgil stand up next to him before offering his hand in the right princely manner. With a small smile, Virgil took the hand and let Roman guide him out of his darkened room, through the corridor and into the light of Roman’s room.
They went through to a door in one of the walls in his room.
“What’s that Princey…?” Virgil asked, sceptical of the door.
“Just trust me on this… please?” Roman asked and Virgil nodded, hesitantly.
Roman opened the door and stepped through, lightly dragging Virgil behind him as he made his way into the place through the door. It just looked like a forest to Virgil which was kinda disappointing, but then again, he didn’t really know what he was expecting.
“Where are we going Ro?” Virgil asked as he was dragged into the forest, trusting Roman to lead him somewhere where it wasn’t going to be dangerous.
“Just follow me, we’re nearly there.” Was the reply he got.
That didn’t really answer my question but oh well, Virgil thought to himself.
After about 5 or so minutes of walking through the forest, they came to a halt in a clearing. There wasn’t really much in the area, on one side it had trees, the side he and Roman were standing on, and then on the other side it was just fields of grass, stretched out to what looked like forever and went as far as the eye could see, if not longer. It seemed rather plain in the day sunlight…? Since when had it become day? Virgil could have sworn it was the evening…
“What are we doing here?” Virgil voiced his thoughts after a moment and looked to Roman for answers. “Not that this isn’t nice… it’s just… why are we here?”
Roman smirked and then brought his right hand up and snapped his fingers.
All of a sudden the fields started to transform, flowers popping up all over the place, painting the previously green hills with dots of colour, until it seemed like there was no green left, and all that could be seen was a mosaic of whites, pinks, reds, blues and other colours of flowers.
It was honestly a breath-taking sight, and Virgil had no words to explain it, too shocked to be able to form words.
Roman broke the silence when he spoke up.
“This is… what I’ve been working on recently…” He admitted and turned to Virgil, who was staring out at the open expanse covered by flowers. “…it’s for you…”
This caught Virgil’s attention, head turning around to look at Roman, a surprised expression on his face.
“F-for m-me?” he asked. “But… why…?”
“Well…you haven’t really been the happiest recently, and I wanted to do something to show you how much I appreciate and love you. Unfortunately, it took up a lot of my time and that’s kinda why I was busy… I guess I didn’t really think about what you might think about me being constantly busy, and well… didn’t expect what happened to happen…” he laughed nervously.
“I hope you like it…” he said almost shyly.
“Like it... like it…? Roman I love it…” Virgil said after a breath and then pushed forward into Roman and almost tackle hugged him with the force of impact.
Slightly surprised, it took a moment for him to wrap his arms around Virgil in return.
“Thank you… so much… I love it so much….”
Roman laughed gently. “That only half of it dear.”
“Huh?” Virgil looked up at Roman.
“I can show you this another time, there’s something else I want to show you.” he smiled. “Come lie down over here.”
He led Virgil into the meadow of flowers and away from the trees and they found a spot and lay down in the flowers facing towards the blue, almost cloudless sky. Their fingers intertwined with each other as they laid down holding hands, Virgil relishing in the relaxing atmosphere the sent and feel the flowers gave off.
“Okay.” Roman said as he once again raised his hand towards the sky and snapped his fingers.
This time it was the sky that changed, clouds being whisked away and the light blue fading into the deep blacks and blues that the night brought. Hundreds and thousands of Pinpricks of light appeared against the dark background, making up galaxies and the brightest ones being those of the constellations which were scattered across the sky, in what looked like the right positions in the sky too.
“Woah…” once again, Virgil was lost for words.
How on earth had Roman managed to make all of this? It was mad, but also amazing.
“How did you… no… thank you”
“Hmm?” Roman raised an eyebrow.
“…Thank you… for everything…” Virgil clarified. “Thank you for all of this… for being there for me… for being you…. for loving me…”
“Oh Virgil, my love, that is something you never have to thank me for.” He smiled and then shuffled a little closer to Virgil, who tucked his head into the space between Roman’s head and neck while he laid and stared up at the sky.
Slowly, Virgil moved, and kissed Roman slowly on the lips, surprising the other, who after a second responded. Virgil moved away, and curled into Roman’s side, the other’s arm coming to warm around his side and hold him close as they continued to stargaze.
They both stayed like that for a good while, time not seeming to exist in the moment between them as they laid in the company of one another.
After what seemed like forever, but also no time at all, Roman spoke up.
“Hey Virge?”
“Yea Ro?” the mentioned side turned to face the other ever so slightly.
Roman turned and stared into Virgil’s eyes, who stared back, both of their looks filled with an unspoken promise.
“I love you, my starry night”
“I love you too, my entire universe.”
They huddled a little closer to each other, if that were possible and wordlessly stared up at the sky.
He would be forever thankful and immensely grateful for Roman, and the feelings they shared, and there were only three words that Virgil could think of after all that. Three words which meant the whole world to him.
‘He loves me.’
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