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flamingo-writes · 11 months

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A Dinner Invitation — Hobie x Reader

Based off my Gal In The Chair headcannons

Genre: fluff, slice of life. Plotless fluff basically.

Warnings: none. Perhaps cursing? I don’t remember, at this point my brain writes curse words like they’re not actually curse words.

Summary: Miles gets a dinner invitation at Hobie’s universe. Not only Miles walks into Hobie’s home, which is as artistic as he expected, but much greener than he imagined. And there he meets Hobie’s girlfriend, equally artistic, perfectly matching Hobie’s energy. Seeing Hobie so relaxed and affectionate feels weirdly intimate and refreshing to Miles.

Word Count: 1.2K words

A/N: I’ve been daydreaming of all sorts of scenarios revolving the Gal in The Chair. So, be ready for the spam 😩 if you’d like to be tagged, let me know.

“Home, sweet’eart!” Hobie said walking inside the seemingly chaotic place, as Gwen, Pav and Miles followed him.

Miles looked around, surprised by the amount of things lying around. It was chaotic but didn’t look dirty. Almost as if everything had been purposefully place where it was. It was a small apartment with hardly any furniture. But there were art projects, materials and plants everywhere. Plants everywhere. The confusion only seemed to grow with every step, the apartment smelled like a woman lived there, but didn’t smell like Gwen.

And still puzzled by what went on between Hobie and Gwen, specially after he’d said she’d left her jumper, among the things he’d heard, he was sure there was something going on between them. And judging by the apartment, —and the smell of girl’s perfume—, it did seem like Hobie might live with one.

As Miles felt simultaneously more confused and somewhat relieved, he saw Hobie walk up to a girl working on a mannequin, fixing some clothes. He kissed the top of her headache wrapped his arms around her waist.

“That looks cool…” He purred. “Sexy, even…”

The girl giggled and looked over at Hobie as they kissed.

Miles sighed relieved.

“Will you model that for me later today?” Hobie asked with a flirty smirk.

“I can’t. This is a personalised piece Julie asked for…” The girl said looking over her shoulder at Hobie with a gentle smile and loving stare. “How did it go?”

“Messy,” Hobie said letting go of the girl. “awful, but Gwendy and Pav are here and I brought a new friend…” He said.

Pav yelled your name as you put down the needles and pins and greeted Pav in a tight hug. You let out a soft giggle as Pav lifted you up effortlessly, as if it had been ages since he last saw you.

“Who…?” Miles whispered confused.

“Hobie’s girlfriend,” Gwen said.

“A true renaissance artist,” Hobie said before introducing you to Miles, telling him your name. “Buy her stuff. She personalises and fixes your clothes, also does that with secondhand clothes. She also designs them as well as handmade Jewellery. Brings your plants back to health, she also reproduces and sells them, if you ever want to gift your mum some pretty plants or flowers…Helps me setting up my art shows, and set up everything for a gig. She’s also my left hand, best friend, lover, and favourite person on earth,” Hobie said proudly as you blushed lightly as Pav let you go from his tight bear hug.

“I’m not as interesting as Hobes just made me sound…” You said modestly walking up to Miles.

“But she is,” Pav intervened and walked into the kitchen, parading around the place like he lived there.

“I’m…Miles…” He said with an awkward chuckle as he extended his stiff hand towards you.

“Nice meeting you Miles. Coffee? Tea? We also have plain ol’water…Juice…”

“N-no thanks…” Miles chuckled awkwardly. “I’m fine. Thank you…” He said as he looked around. “So you do all of this for a living?”

“Sadly, in this highly capitalist and consumerist society, people do not appreciate the handwork of a true artist…” Hobie said as Miles looked slightly puzzled at him.

“That’s Hobie for, I do this full time even though it’s a lot of stuff, I barely manage to make a living out of this,”

“No way!”

“People don’t buy plants nor get their clothes fixed everyday,” You shrugged.

“Hey!” Pav said defensively as he went into the kitchen.

“Pav always buys plants, though” You chuckled. “Hobie helps me a lot too, the both of us manage to keep this whole place afloat,” You sad looking at Hobie with a dreamy smile.

Hobie from the kitchen looked at you with a cheeky flirty smirk and winked at you.

“Buy your mother a nice set of earrings and a plant, kid…” Hobie told Miles as he walked out of the kitchen with a cup of chai.

“My mother really liked the flowers I bought her last week,” Pav said. “Also the necklace and earrings set you made for her!”

“I’m glad, Pav. You know where to find me…” You said happily as Hobie wrapped an arm around your shoulders and kissed your temple as he handed you the cup.

“I made some chai, if anyone wants some” Pav said happily.

You took a sip out of Hobie’s mug and hummed.

“God, no matter how many times I do it, it’s never as good as Pav’s…” You sighed softly.

“My man’s got a talent,” Hobie said.

“Gotta go back to that shirt I was working on,” You announced. “Are you guys staying for dinner?”

“Gwendy and I can handle dinner, you go do your thing, luv” Hobie said as he grabbed your jaw in his long fingers and kissed you sweetly. “Call you when it’s done,” He said softly as you hummed and stole one last peck from him before handing him back his cup and went back to the mannequin.

“Can you bring me my own cup of chai?”

“Anything for you, princess,” Hobie said with a soft voice as he turned around and went into the kitchen.

Miles looked at you as you went back to measuring and putting pins on the mannequin. Quickly absorbed by your work.

"Gorgeous, isn’t she?” Hobie said with a proud smirk. "C’mon, y’all wanna have dinner, y’all better help…"

Despite the chatty mess of laughs and sarcastic comments, Miles was still intrigued with how you never seemed to lose focus from your work. Even when they were being crazy loud. Blending naturally into the commotion, Miles felt comfortable between all of them. Wondering whether if it was because they all were spider people, or simply because the over all energy marched his own. He had friends before, but never a group of friends like this one. He felt absolutely free, being able to behave naturally without the fear of being judged or stared at.

Pav took over the kitchen, making most of the work himself. While the food was ready, Pav and Gwen talked about spices as Miles kept looking around intrigued. At some point, Hobie disappeared from the scene, and as Miles was looking for Hobie, his eyes dragging, looking over every detail in the apartment. Eventually, he spotted Hobie’s tall figure towering over you.

As you set down your tools, and Hobie pulled a chair next to you, he cupped your face in his large hands and pulled you close, kissing you sweetly. Something about Hobie being the badass and cool punk, a guy who was seemingly ready to start a coup d’état anywhere, now looked like the biggest softy he’d ever seen, while still looking cool somehow.

Feeling weirdly love sick and jealous, he didn’t intend to stare as Hobie and you kissed. He thought about how good it must be to have what the two of you had. He glanced over at Gwen, feeling his crush poking at him, twisting his guts as Gwen met his stare and smiled. She then looked over at the both of you.

“Aren’t they gross?” Gwen asked with a playful smirk.

“I think they’re cute,” Pav intervened.

Miles chuckled and gazed back at you, as you were now hugging Hobie. Your hand disappearing in his wicks, as his face was nuzzled against the crook of your neck and his arms around your waist.

“I think they’re cute. Perhaps slightly gross…” Miles joked.

“It makes me kinda jealous. I wish I could get the courage to ask Meera out on a date…” Pav sighed.

“We can hear ya talking over ‘ere, lads…” Hobie chuckled.

“You’re so nosy,” You chuckled kissing Hobie’s head.

“We knew that,” He replied as he pulled away from the hug and stared at you, cupping one of your cheeks in his large hand. “Absolutely gorgeous,” He said as he leaned forward and stole a peck from your lips. “How’s dinner, Pav?”

“Basically done. One or two more minutes,” He said.

“C’mon, Miles. Let’s set the table,” Gwen said gently bumping her elbow on Miles’ ribs.

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#Hobie Brown #hobie brown fanfiction #hobie brown x reader #hobie x reader #spider punk #spider punk x y/n #spider punk x reader #spider punk x you #hobie x you

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stevetonyisendgame · 11 months

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It's the second day of work reveals for A Second Chance: A Steve/Tony Endgame Mini-Exchange and we have 7 fics and 2 artworks today!

Thank you to all participants - we’re so excited to share all these beautiful gifts with you! Enjoy and remember to leave kudos/comments for our hardworking creators to show your appreciation!! ❤️

A reminder to our dear creators that you can change the publication date of your works now that they have been revealed, so that they appear on the first page of the tags!

1. a beast of a burden for mrsgingles | FIC - 2.7k, T

Tony has secret conversations with Steve that even Steve isn’t privy to, even now. In those secret conversations, he says exactly the right thing to make Steve duck his head and smile, and when he confesses that Steve is the most infuriatingly beautiful thing the universe has ever come up with and he’s been madly in love with him for years, Steve admits he feels the same way. Then there are the conversations they actually have, which tend to go much worse because Tony is sarcastic and Steve is seething, and it’s a miracle they’re back on speaking terms.

2. The Five Stages of a Time Loop for embittered_ambition | FIC - 40k, M

Tony Stark looks Thanos in the eye. He raises his gauntlet in defiance and states his iconic phrase. He snaps, expecting death. But death doesn't come. Instead, he's back in his basement, completed time travel model in front of him. He builds the time machine. He snaps again. Again, and again, and again. Tony can't for the life of him seem to change the outcome of this story. What does change, though, is his feelings around it.'

3. Art Gift for Missy_dee811 | ART - G

As Steve prepares to return the stones, he hears a familiar voice.

4. One Final Surprise for XtaticPearl | FIC - 1.6k, G

Tony accidentally calls Steve from the flip-phone after his wedding gets called off.

5. I’m begging for you to take my hand for IronChantress3000 | FIC - 1.2k, T

Tony never saw anything as his.

6. It Was Always You for ralsbecket | ART - G

Everyone lives and nothing hurts :')

7. it’s that easy for zappedbysnow | FIC - 3.8k, T

Steve has two problems: 1. He has feelings for Tony but he’s not sure what to do about it. 2. Peter and Harley don’t seem to like him and he doesn’t know why. Actually, he has three problems. 3. There’s no way in hell Tony would be interested in him when his kids clearly hate him. Bucky thinks Steve’s only problem is that he’s an idiot.

8. i was put together wrong for MayBiTheWay | FIC - 11.7k, T

Even in his anger, in his misjudgment, or even in the barest glimpses of inadvertent cruelty, everything Tony did was with passion. No matter what, he was always graceful, grandiose, effusive. Incandescent. Tony grows in front of the cameras and keeps a world of expectations balanced on the tightrope of his shoulders, but nothing ever seems to be enough. The hubris is a fallacy and the smirk Steve had always known to be a front isn’t whimsy, as he’d expected; instead, it’s bred. As he follows a couple of his steps, Steve feels as Tony does, which is to say: intensely. Every happiness is a marvel, every pain is acute. The higher they fly, the harder they fall. (In which the stones beckon Steve into a glimpse of Tony's past, and it proves to be his unraveling.)

9. you’ve got to close your eyes and see for nostalgicatsea | FIC - 7.9k, T

Morgan manages to bring Tony back eleven years after Thanos’ defeat, long after everyone’s learned to live without him. Everyone’s overjoyed once they get over their shock, but Tony finds it hard to adjust, now that Pepper’s moved on and Morgan’s not a little kid anymore. Somehow, the one constant is Steve.

#stevetony #stony #superhusbands #steve x tony #steve rogers x tony stark #endgame event #announcement #endgame event reveals day 2

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riotwritesthings · 2 years

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One Shots - WinterIron Pt.2

All the WinterIron one shots I’ve written conveniently in one place! Part 1 of 2, because DANG were there a lot!

I did by best to sort them by AU and length and I tried to include links to any art relating to the fics, but if I missed any please let me know!

AUs

Strip Poker - T, 500 - College AU, Fluff, Humor, game night gone awry

“Strip poker where they have to take a shot & either kiss or strip if they lose.”

Teamwork - T, 550 - College AU, Fluff, established relationship

As I Want You to Be - E, 2.4k - College AU, PWP, 90's grunge vibes

Said It’d All be Worth the Wait - M, 2k - College AU, Humor, fluff, mutual pining, getting together, casual drug use “We are going to fall off this house,” he says flatly, “and that is not my idea of a good stoned time.”

Emerald Ivy (Wrapped Around My Skin) - E, 11k - Fantasy AU, Humor, Smut, vine-tentacle porn, fairy Tony and plant man Bucky Tony tends to wander into places he shouldn’t, and it always gets him into trouble. This time worse than usual. Bucky’s never met a fairy before, and he‘s always been a little too kind-hearted for his own good. They’re both outcasts, but Tony’s latest dumb mistake might just turn out amazingly for both of them. (ART) (ART) (ART)

The Basements - T, 1.2k - Modern Magical AU, Humor, witch!Tony, vampire!Bucky, an adorable cottage Tony is willing to do just about anything to get out of his father’s house, and babysitting a magical cottage seems almost too easy. Even if he’s not sure exactly what’s in the basement.

but we are the crossroads - T, 1.2k - Modern Magical AU, Humor, Fae!Bucky, Tony is too curious for his own good and Bucky isn’t any better, First Meetings One of these days, Bucky is actually going to have to do something about the human who wandered into their warehouse and now refuses to leave.

I’ll cave in (whenever you see fit) - M, 5k - Modern Magical AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Vampire!Bucky, human!Tony, an abduction, a rescue, and some dry humping Bucky knows better than to get involved with a mortal, and he pays the price when Hydra kidnaps his boyfriend. Tony is human, he’s questionably in distress, and he is Handling It. (minor violence, surprisingly soft all things considered.)

Bookshop AU - T, 350 - No-Powers AU, Humor, fem!tony, bookstore au, strangers to lovers

if you got love to get done - T, 400 - No-Powers AU, Fluff, morning after, one night stand plus?! This wasn’t Tony’s plan.

steal my girl - T, 400 - No-Powers AU, Fem!Toni, Fluff, humor "buckytoni + steal my girl by one direction"

Sing me a song about you - M, 900 - No-Powers AU, PWP, musician Bucky, grad student Tony, a meet-cute and a back alley handjob Bucky doesn’t usually notice much about the crowd while he’s on stage, instead just losing himself in the music. Tonight is different though.

song and dance number not included - T, 1.9k - No-Powers AU, Crack, this is just crack, banter Bucky has seen some wild things in his time as a Professional Cuddle Buddy. Nothing beats finding himself in Tony Stark’s penthouse with the sleep deprived genius himself.

Laid Bare - M, 2k - No-Powers AU, Crack, the DUMBEST soulmate AU you’ve ever seen In theory, the moment you meet your soulmate you’re stripped of all your defenses, laid bare before them in a magical and romantic moment. In practice… Tony is pissed. He’d really liked that suit. (AKA the soulmate AU where you lose your clothes when you meet your soulmate. Yes you read that correctly. Don’t think about it too hard lort knows I didn’t)

I will come back from the dead for you - E, 3.2k - No-Powers AU, Angst, special ops Bucky, College student Tony, one night stand with feelings there are two versions of this fic. They start exactly the same and end Very Differently. It is not at all necessary to read one to understand the other, so follow your heart! Thank you and plz enjoy.

Please forget your scarf in my life - T, 3.5k - No-Powers AU, Angst, Exes to Lovers, Getting Back Together, pining morons As long as Bucky can avoid any news stories, gossip articles, and press releases, there is zero chance that he has to worry about seeing Tony now that they’re broken up. There won’t be any running into Tony at a mutual friend’s house, or coming out of Bucky’s favorite dingy coffee shop, and it’s great, it makes everything easier. That’s what Bucky keeps telling himself. And then one day he’s on a crowded subway, and as he looks around desperately for a distraction from the crush of people his eyes land on a magazine someone is reading, on a photo of Tony, on something tucked beneath the collar of Tony’s heavy coat. So much for his flimsy attempts to move on.

A Failed Escape, a First Meeting, and a Whole Lot of Luck - T, 1.6k - Omegaverse,, Humor, Arranged Marriage, not exactly a meet-cute, Humor Tony is supposed to be meeting the alpha he’s going to marry today. Which is why he’s out in the garden climbing a tree in a terribly-thought-out plan to get away, where he meets the last person he expects.

#riot tries to get organized

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tartglias · 3 years

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finders keepers

childe x reader

warnings: minor deaths? but in background lol

words: 1.2k

request: “a hurt/comfort scenario where childe and his s/o have known each other since they were kids but notices the ajax they once knew is gone (since childe did fall into the abyss and later becomes a fatui harbinger) but childe reassures them that although he’s changed some parts of him are still the same and that he will love and protect his s/o no matter what 🥺👉🏻👈🏻*

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It’s strange how time can change a person, both physically and personality wise. One could think that such changes aren’t drastic, maybe said person just got taller or got a haircut. Maybe they just found someone in life who made them see the world from a better perspective, or maybe they’ve seen so much it reached a certain point in which one can no longer recognize them.

Unfortunately, the scene in front of you revealed the last case.

Last time you saw Ajax, or Childe since he goes by that name now, you were only teenagers eager to explore the world. You’ve known him for as long as you can remember, he was your neighbor after all. Everywhere you went, he followed. Every time he got into trouble, you followed as well. “A friendship like that is rare, you must take care of it” his mother would say. It was your 14th birthday, you remember the day well and clear, and it wasn’t exactly for the good reasons.

“I’m leaving tomorrow” he said, as he sat down beside you under the tree at your favorite spot.

“Oh, where are we going?” you asked, cluelessly. “Y/n... I’m going alone. I need to see the world” He said, not directly looking at you. You suddenly felt your heart feel heavy, not because he was leaving, but because you knew him very well and you understood that he didn’t want you to follow him.

There was a moment of silence, neither daring to look at each other. Him, because he thought that if he saw your face he would regret his decision and stay. You, because you thought you would lose your friend.

“Can you promise me something, Ajax?” you said, finally finding the courage to break the silence. You lifted your pinky finger. “Actually, pinky promise me something”

He nodded, now looking at you. “Pinky promise me that you’ll be brave and survive all the monsters out there. And that once you come back, you’ll still be my best friend”

He lifted up his pinky and interlocked it with yours, and after a few seconds, pulled you in for a hug.

He disappeared the next day. His family questioned you to no end, but you didn’t speak. How could you anyways? You didn’t even know where he was heading. After a few days that already felt like weeks to you, he came back. But he came back... differently. He came back with so much confidence he even dared to fight the best swordsman in your town. He became problematic, and even if you tried to follow, he would leave you behind. It was like you were chasing after him, but he was too fast for you to keep up.

He disappeared again. According to your mother, everyone knew were he was this time. His father took him to the Fatuis, in hopes that the old Ajax came back. This second time was different, though. He wrote to you. Every couple of weeks, you would find a small envelope with Ajax’s handwriting and a letter inside. In the letter, he told you about how his life was going and the different experiences he had to go through.

Years went by, and even though letters were barely exchanged now (just when you went home to visit), you also changed. You were no longer a fragile teenager that waited for their best friend to come home, at last. You were now an adult who got to master the art of claymores and got blessed with a Geo vision. Although, you now find yourself among the treasure hoarders as an elite member. Life is unpredictable, right?

Which leads... to the current situation. The plan was perfect, you were certain that a couple of low rank Fatui recruits would gather at night to exchange some valuable information about the location of a treasure. Everything was perfect, your group got to ambush them and take the documents from them. What you didn’t know was that your perfect plan had a flaw... and the most unpredictable one.

It happened so quick, one moment you were interrogating and stealing the documents from the Fatui recruits, and the next one, most your group was executed by one single arrow. Thankfully, your quick reflexes acted right away, summoning your claymore and covering yourself from getting hit.

“I believe that those documents belong to us, am I right?” a voice said.

“Well... finders keepers” You said, lowering your claymore in order to prepare to attack.

“Y/n?” the owner of the voice said, appearing in front of you and lowering his bow. His face was filled with shock, and you were sure he wasn’t the only one. You felt your knees go weak and a chill went down your spine.

“Ajax?” You asked, in a bit stutter-y way.

He called your name one more time, as he ran to you and wrapped his arms around your figure. You felt weak. You dropped your weapon and wrapped your arms around his body, as if you were scared he was going to disappear again. You hid your face on his neck and tried to not let out a sob. He came back to you. In the most unpredictable way, sure, but he came back. He was holding you again.

“You changed” you said after a while of hugging, suddenly realizing you were surrounded by the bodies of your now dead team. They didn’t even got to disappear like usual.

“Well I can say the same to you. Why the treasure hoarders?” He asked, pulling away just slightly so he was able to see your face. He was beautiful, his features were now more defined. But his eyes changed. The once blue eyes that were full of life were now dull.

“It’s a long story, you left and I was lost. I tried to follow you but Ajax... it was so hard. I couldn’t even see you, I needed my best friend and you were gone. You even dodged my questions about you coming back so I just... I got lost in my way”

“I’m sorry” he said, and you could swear you saw the old light in his eyes the moment he started caressing your cheek. “In my own way, I wanted to protect you. The Fatuis aren’t exactly the morally best organization in Teyvat and I didn’t want to put you at risk. I guess I kind of did anyways, considering you joined the treasure hoarders”

“I guess we both got lost” you said, placing your hand on top of his and letting out a short laugh.

“I never forgot the promise I made you that day. It was the only thing that kept me going this whole time, and specially in a very dark time in my life. I kept going and surviving for you”

“What about the last part?” you asked.

“I found you, and I don’t plan on leaving you behind again” he said, and leaned in to kiss your forehead. Just like the old times.

And it was then and there that you realized Childe, no, Ajax wasn’t gone. He may have changed but to you, he was still your old best friend. You both got lost, but found each other as well. And neither of you dared to say it out loud, but you thought that this wasn’t a coincidence. The universe is unpredictable and a strange place after all.

#childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #genshin impact x reader #childe scenarios #childe headcanons #childe imagines #tartaglia headcanons #tartaglia scenarios #tartaglia imagines #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact imagine #genshin impact scenarios

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byulsgrease · 3 years

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duly noted

you've never been one to obsess about your soulmate, assuming you'll figure it out when the time is right. but seriously, what kind of nonsense has yours been writing about recently?

(eventual moonbyul / wheein x gender neutral reader, soulmate!au, trainee/idol!au, ~1.2k words)

a/n: wheein bias wrecker anon! I might've had too much fun with your req and so this is gonna be my first soulmate au 🤠 while byul and wheein don't actually appear in this part (does that make this a prologue? idk), I promise they'll make their appearance soon enough :)

cw: struggles of being a trainee (weight + food talk)

The claps from your dance instructor ring out in the mirrored studio, calling everyone to attention before they send you off for the day. Everyone stands around listening to whatever niceties they're talking about, asking the rhetorical questions of whether all of you want this, how everyone needs to work harder, etc. How many years has it been now, almost three? Evaluations went pretty well recently and you've certainly demonstrated signs of growth since you started, but debut? Who knows. Does anyone, really?

But right now it's late and you're hungry, hoping that your growling stomach isn't loud enough to pierce through the lecture. You're respectfully tuned out anyway, since it's all old news. Nothing you haven't heard before. They clap again once their spiel ends and everyone disperses. Your eyes catch Hyejin's on your way out of the studio, sharing a funny face and an eyeroll before disappearing into the herd of trainees shuffling to the lockers.

Your locker opens with a routine spin of the dial, taking care to slow down and line up the numbers properly so you're not stuck having to do it over again. The inside's pretty cute for a metallic rectangle— it's really the only space of your own besides your notebook. Pictures of your family, old school friends, and fellow trainee friends line the sides beneath a tiny string of battery-powered fairy lights. It's not much, but always a humbling reminder of why you're here.

Unzipping your bag, you take out a pair of slides and drop them on the floor while stepping out of your sneakers. There's not much else in your bag, just a change of clothes and your notebook, of course. Everyone has one. Anything inside could be drawn, written, scribbled, painted. It’s your personal creative space and no one else's, but with two conditions:

You can't write your name in it, not even your initials. Of course everyone tried to as kids against their parents commands, but letters simply sink into the page, disappearing as if they'd never been written at all.

You can only mark up one side. Pages on the right side are for you, and the left side pages fill themselves. Fill themselves with what? you asked your parents. They gave you a non-answer, saying you'd figure it out someday. Great. Only other thing they bothered to tell you was that your right-hand pages were someone's left-hand ones. So someone can see what I put here? Their confirmation sounded rather casual, which you found weird. Someone out there was watching what you put in? But you got used to it, especially since every person owns one. It's a novelty for children anyway. Mark up a page however you want, knowing that someone out in the would will see, and sit back to watch whatever randomness shows up on the left side.

Your left side pages were actually empty for quite a while, save for the occasional "UGGHHH" followed by a typical childish annoyance scrawled messily across the entirety of the page in marker. Not that notebook use was mandatory, but parents usually encouraged it because it kept their kids occupied. There wasn't much you could do about empty pages, nor did you care most of the time, but it did leave you a little jealous of other kids at school who'd sometimes open theirs and be greeted with cute watercolor paintings, mini murals, or skillfully written poetry.

For you, the notebook's served many uses. As a kid it was random doodles and poorly-drawn fantasy scenarios— escapism, perhaps. In middle school it was angsty poems and random journal entries about the random happenings of your life. For the first half of high school it became your to-do list, keeping track of school assignments. And on the rarest occasion, song lyrics. Visual art was never your medium of choice, music came more easily. But drawing staff lines for music notation in the notebook usually ended up being too tedious, so your original stuff was mostly relegated to voice memos on your phone. And now? Who knows. Trainee life may as well be a blur. Sing, dance, talk, eat if you can afford to, sleep, repeat. It's hard to find the energy to write anything most days. Whenever you feel like checking, the left side has random jottings, nearly illegible most of the time.

It wasn't until you got older that you realized that whoever read your entries on the was the same person generating content on the left. And supposedly the person you're supposed to be with for the rest of time? What kind of system is that? I'm just supposed to trust blindly? having asked your parents in exasperation after figuring it out. Again with more non-answers— it had worked for them, didn't it? There's also the obvious question of why people don't just write directly to each other, but whatever. You're still young, no need to obsess over "the one" unlike some of your classmates. If it's meant to be, it'll happen, you figure. And it obviously is, you've got a notebook with (semi-)filled left side pages. What more could you ask for?

The cacophony of clanging lockers opening and closing starts to die down as people leave. Hyejin's head pops out from behind the locker door, laughing in your face when you flinch.

"Ready to go?"

"Yeah, one sec. Man, I'm starving,” you remark while slipping the bag straps on your back and closing the locker door. You don't even want to know how strapped for cash you are, probably in for another night of boiled eggs and canned kimchi.

“Wanna go out for food?” she immediately asks, eyes alight at the prospect of getting to eat something besides convenience store food.

"I wish. Actually, you wish," you smirk with longing in your eyes. The "no" doesn't even have to be said, weigh-ins are way too soon to risk it. She hangs her head, jokingly dejected as you swing an arm around her shoulder to walk out of the company building together.

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After scrounging up whatever food you call dinner, taking a shower, and flopping into bed, you open up your notebook and grab the random pen laying on your dresser, unsure of what you'll write about tonight. There's chicken scratch on the left page already, ballpoint pen. It's actually legible today, though: In my room every day I see your smile.

What the hell does that mean? Whose smile, yours? You haven't even met yet.

Call me everyday every night, hug me everywhere every time

Utter nonsense. Maybe meeting soulmates is just a huge game of catch-up once everything's finally revealed, surely yours will be. There’s just so many questions. Moving to the right side, you jot down a list of cheat meal ideas along with some assorted notes and pointers from practice that you want to work on tomorrow, drawing little characters next to each list item for fun. After accidentally drawing a random squiggle from jolting yourself awake and feeling the heaviness in your eyelids, you cap your pen and shut your notebook, placing it back in your bag. With the lights out, the last thought you have before sleep consumes you is why haven't you ever tried writing directly to each other after all this time?

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connordavidscamera · 3 years

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Paint a Picture (Alt. Ending) | Connor Brashier

A/n: This was supposed to be a part 2, but after a lot of thinking, I realized that a part 2 wouldn’t be right. So here is what the ending was actually going to be in the first place. This is also very much for @mariamuses who wanted to start a petition for a part 2 😂

Read part 1 here

Warnings: well that would just give the ending away so… idk man (she still has a thing for his eyes, I don’t know what to tell you.

Word count: 1.2k

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I sigh and place the art sleeve next to the letter. Then I zip up my back and with one final look at my work, I turn to leave the studio, but just as I’m reaching the door, Shawn walks in - of course with Connor and Brian behind him.

“Hey! We came to see the final thing! I’m so excited! Are you leaving?” Shawn asks.

“Yeah, I don’t - I don’t really like to stay and watch people critique; it makes me nervous. But, it’s done. So if you have problems with it, you have my number. I promise I can come and fix it. Not a problem at all.”

We exchange our pleasantries and goodbyes that he makes me promise aren’t actual goodbyes while the guys go into the booth to look at the piano. When I see Connor pull the art sleeve off the music rack, my breathing picks up, so I tell Shawn very quickly that I have to go and I leave the studio without a glance back.

I rush to the elevator and curse to myself when it starts dinging at each floor, meaning it has already gone back down. I hear the click of a door just down the hall and I know it’s from Shawn’s studio, so now I’m slightly panicking. The doors finally open though and just as I step in when I hear that voice I haven’t heard in days.

It’s rushed and desperate, “Y/n?” he says, standing in front of me. His mouth is opening and closing like he wants to say something, but the elevator doors start to close and he quickly puts his hand out to stop them.

Then he’s rushing into the elevator with me and allowing the doors to shut behind him. He lets out a few deep breaths, from that I can tell he probably ran to catch up with me. “You can’t - you can’t just walk away like that.”

“Connor-”

“No, please. I know I was a complete dick. I know that. I overreacted. I just, I don’t know. Some part of me was - my ego, my ego was hurt. That’s what it was. And there was no reason for it, honestly.”

I shake my head, “I didn’t mean to make it a big deal. I simply wanted to know that we were on the same page, and it’s very clear that we weren’t. I didn’t think. I was being selfish.”

“No,” he reaches for my wrist and I can’t help but stare at where we’re now touching. “No, you weren’t. You were right. I was being selfish. I only thought about what I wanted, not what was going to make you comfortable. I knew it wouldn’t bother me what the guys said about if we suddenly showed up as more than friends. But it’s different for you. I understand that now. I never want to put you in a position that makes you uncomfortable. Not ever. So I am so sorry that I did. And I am so sorry for the way I reacted. You didn’t deserve any of that.” He lets out a deep breath when the elevator dings, signaling that we’ve reached the ground floor.

“You’re right. I didn’t,” I say, slipping out of the elevator, only for him to follow me.

“I want to make it up to you,” he says when we reach the door.

“There’s nothing to make up, Connor.”

“Yes there is. Please. Please, just -”

“Just what?”

He sighs and stops for a minute, collecting his thoughts I presume. “The way I acted was awful. I know that now and I knew that then. I had no reason to act that way, to get mad at you for simply asking what we were going to say. I should have listened to you instead of talking over you. I want to fix that. I want to work on that.”

“There’s no point in working on it. I’m done with the piano, there’s no reason for us to even interact anymore,” I say, even though it hurts me so much to hear it.

“There is a reason,” he nods. “There is. I like you. I like you so much, y/n, it’s unreal. And I want to be with you in any form you’ll have me. I just need a second chance. No,” he shakes his head. “I would genuinely be so grateful for a second chance to try and fix this if that’s something you would be interested in.”

I take in a deep breath, “I don’t know what I want. But I do know that I don’t like the way we ended things.”

He shakes his head, “No, no. I don’t either.”

“I think, if it’s something that we both want, then we could try again. But - you can’t freak out on me the next time I ask what we are.”

“I won’t. But, hopefully, next time you don’t have to ask. You’ll know.”

I nod once, “I would like that.”

“Yeah? Me too.”

I look up at him, like really look up at him for the first time in days and I don’t know how I couldn’t see it before. His beautiful green-blue eyes hold such sadness - they’re not sparkling in the way that I’m used to seeing them. I reach forward and caress the side of his face. He melts into my touch, taking hold of my wrist to keep me there. “Honey, where are those sparkly eyes, huh?”

“They’ll come back. Promise. Just have to keep looking at you, angel,” he says softly, his face growing hot.

I smile softly and shake my head, “You’re something else, Brashier.”

He chuckles and takes a step forward, resting his forehead against mine. “Y/n?”

“Hmm?” I hum, still running my thumb over his cheekbone.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” I nod against him.

“Would you like to go on a date with me?” he asks breathlessly.

I can’t help the giggle that bubbles out of me. “You’re asking me on a date.”

“Yeah,” his free hands rest gently on my hip and my skin burns underneath his fingertips. “You absolutely can say no. I just, I wanna make this right.”

“Well, I’ll have to think about it.”

Connor nods and pulls back, “Yeah, of course. Take your time.” He nods again. “I should actually get back up there,” he points behind him.

I laugh lightly at his flustered behavior. “Okay. I’ll text you?”

“I’d like that.”

“Okay. Good.” I turn around to walk out the door when I turn back. “Hey, Connor?”

“Yeah?”

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes, I’ll go on that date with you.”

His smile, I don’t think I’ve ever seen it so big. “Really?”

“Really.”

Before I know it, I’m back in his arms and his lips are covering mine and I can finally breathe again. I take him all in. He’s so close. So firm and real against me. I want to stay here forever, chasing his lips. Nothing sounds better than that. At least not until we pull away. His eyes are still closed, lips puckered into that ever so beautiful pout of his. But when they open again, I feel my heartbeat against my chest. I know I’m staring at him like an absolute idiot. A love sick puppy.

He looks at me, eyebrows furrowed. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

I reach up and run my finger over his lips. “Those pretty eyes are back.”

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griffxnnage · 3 years

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secret || l.l

pairing: luna lovegood x gn!slytherin!werewolf!reader (platonic)

word count: 1.2k

warnings: mild angst, food mention, death mentions, mentions of pain

It was their favourite holiday, Hallowe'en; all the decorations, the candy, just the overall atmosphere it brought, but they dreaded it this year. Why? There was a fucking full moon on October 31st this year.

'Just my luck,' Y/N thought to themself, sitting at the Gryffindor table, (they didn't like sitting with their own house) eating their breakfast of sausage, beans and toast. They were on their 3rd helping, and even Ron looked at them strange. They were a werewolf, and they always got ravenous a couple days before the start of the cycle.

"Why are you eating so much all of a sudden, Y/N?" Hermione asked, her eyebrows furrowed. Y/N just sat there, mouth agape, sausage speared on a fork halfway to their mouth and shrugged, "What? I'm hungry!" Hermione just giggled and shook her head, and Ron gave Y/N a high five. After another 2 servings of breakfast, Y/N and Luna bid farewell to their friends and walked together to Defence Against the Dark Arts, excited to learn what Professor Lupin would teach them today; they'd taken quite a liking to their new professor. As they sat down next to each other chatting, Professor Snape walked into the room, whipping his wand at the shutters, casting a nonverbal spell to shut them with ferocity. Y/N jumped slightly, but Luna just kept staring off into space, muttering about how many Nargles would be in the dragon skeleton above them. When Snape reached the front of the class, he turned sharply and frowned, "Turn to page 394."

Hermione, who was two desks away, shot her hand up and asked, "But sir! We just began reading about red caps and hinkypunks. We're not meant to start nocturnal beasts for weeks!" Y/N's heart started to pound, and their hands started to sweat. 'Could he be onto me? Have I let something slip? Is it that obvious??' Their breath began to quicken and Luna noticed, turning her attention from Snape to her friend. "Don't worry, he doesn't know. He's talking about someone else," she breathed, her voice lilting as always. Y/N's breathing slowed, and their heartbeat normalized, until they realized that no one at school knew about their secret. They turned to Luna slowly, fearing the worst, but they just found Luna there, smiling back at them. Y/N turned to the front of the class to find Snape taking points away from Gryffindor (typical), and whipped their head back, to whisper to Luna, "Who told you?" in a frenzied tone. Luna gave Y/N her signature half smile, and mused, "No one told me, I just figured it out," her Irish accent prominent in her speech. "I found it quite obvious actually; the way you act before a full moon, how irritable and hungry you get." Luna smiled, saying those things like it was normal, everyday conversation, which stunned Y/N, who'd always thought people would be frightened of them. 'Well, I guess that I am talking to Luna,' they thought, a smile forming on their face.

After that terrifying Defence Against the Dark Arts class with Snape, Y/N and Luna were making their way down to the Great Hall for lunch, when Y/N doubled over in pain, tendrils of agony spreading from their right shoulder, to the rest of their body. They'd been bitten when they were 7 years old; Y/N was on a hike with their family when a werewolf came out of nowhere and killed their parents right in front of their eyes. The werewolf was only able to bite Y/N on their shoulder before they were found, and the werewolf was scared off, leaving Y/N bleeding and infected with lycanthropy for the rest of their life. They'd never taken any preventative measures against the monthly changes, so it took tolls on their body; it was extremely painful, and they were always left feeling dreadful for the days following the transformation. Luna reached to grab Y/N, saving them from a broken nose, and started to lead them to the hospital wing, when Y/N stopped in their tracks, and shook their head, unable to speak due to the excruciating pain in their shoulder. "I understand that no one knows, but we need to get you help!" Y/N started to walk away, until Luna had an idea. "What if I take you down to see Professor Snape? I'm sure he could help! He tolerates you after all!" Luna's tone was chipper, ready to help a friend. Y/N just shook their head, and followed Luna down to the Potions classroom, where they found Snape, grading some papers.

"What do you want this time, Ms. Lovegood?" Snape didn't look up from his work. Luna smiled, and said, "Well, you see Professor, Y/N here needs some Wolfsbane Potion. The cycle seems to be very painful this month." Y/N couldn't believe that Luna would just say that to Snape; it was a breach of privacy, and trust. Seeing the look on Y/N's face, Snape sighed, and groaned, "Don't worry, L/N, I know that you're a werewolf. You'd be surprised at the number of them I've come across at this school alone." He had a slight smile on his face as he handed a bottle of potion to Y/N. "Now off with you, before I take points away from Ravenclaw and Slytherin, you two." Not wanting to outstay their welcome, Luna and Y/N sped out of the room; well, as best they could with Y/N's incapacitated state.

Once they reached the training grounds, outside, Y/N decided to take the potion then and there, not wanting the pain to bother them anymore. It tasted horrible, and it burned going down, but Y/N bore through it. Only seconds after they swallowed the potion, the pain subsided. Y/N sighed in relief and closed their eyes, relishing in the feeling of painlessness for the first time in a long time. After the pleasure of having the pain stop became a normal feeling, Y/N turned to Luna and thanked her for everything; being their friend, supporting them and just being there for them. Luna smiled and said, "Of course! You're my friend!"

During the cycle, thanks to the Wolfsbane Potion, Y/N was able to keep their human mind even though their body was changed. It set them at ease, being certain that they didn't cause any harm to anyone or anything. Snape checked up on them after the cycle, wanting to know if the potion had worked, and if it needed adjusting. Y/N said it had worked just fine, and that they would be glad if they could have a monthly supply. "Only if you help out a little extra around the classroom, L/N." He compromised, to which Y/N accepted, happy to have a system that worked.

Y/N tried to thank Luna a million times, but she just kept saying, "That's what friends do for other friends; they help each other out!" Usually after that, she would go on about Wrackspurts, or Moon Frogs, and Y/N would just smile and nod along, thankful for someone like her as a friend.

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cherryjuicegf · 4 years

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witcher fic masterlist

i probably haven't written enough fics to make a real masterlist so consider this as a medium list. a trying list. more to come. (updated 13/5/21)

one-shots

forget-me-not | geraskier, 3k, T, angst, major character death

How could I ever forget you?

Remember me, love. Jaskier’s voice was so clear in his mind it might as well be real. One last desire, one would say. But Geralt had tried to forget. Even though he said he wouldn’t.

Oh, but he didn’t ever say that, did he?

when you think that you're bereft | geraskier, 1.8k, T, emotional hurt/comfort, tw none

And so the sea asked; may I take you?

And I replied; there’s not much of me left.

Yet the sea whispered; I will love you,

Even if you think that you’re bereft.

Sometimes forgiveness is all one has left to give. Sometimes it's not.

with you all along | geraskier, 4.6k, T, hurt/comfort, tw none

"You are an idiot, Geralt of Rivia. You think that, eventually, you are all alone and will be until the end of your days. You say you don’t need anyone and yet, here I am, bandaging your wounds and singing your triumphs. You need people and you care about them more than you say you do, but refuse to admit any of it, and you harm yourself in the end. Tell me I’m wrong."

Jaskier has some unfortunate encounters and Geralt's potions lack any sense of timing at all.

slipping through my hands | geraskier, 7.6k, T, angst with a happy ending, warnings in the tags

One does not crave one's touch until they're deprived of it; unless it burns.

what you run for | geraskier, 6.8k, T, angst with a happy ending, warnings in the tags

Jaskier saw the mirror again. Funny, one would’ve said he’d been there just five minutes ago. A lot must have happened in those five minutes. He shivered, furrowed his brows in thought. “Did you find the mage?” The helpless look Geralt gave him made him conclude that no, probably he hadn’t. But then, how did he end up like that?

Jaskier gets possessed. Geralt doesn't like what follows.

breathless | geraskier, 2.1k, T, fluff, mild hurt/comfort, tw drowning, read on tumblr

It’s nothing. A brush of lips. A taste of tongues. Cheap ale that Geralt now finds he’d willingly tone out the rest of his senses to taste once more. A soft moan, but it can’t be him, he’s not breathing. And then Jaskier’s head bumps limp on his shoulder, and he hears silent snoring.

He closes his eyes. And breathes shakily.

Five breaths and a sigh.

the hands that tend to me | geraskier, 1.3k, T, hurt/comfort, tw none, read on tumblr

Was it a bad day? Jaskier couldn’t answer for sure with yes or no. It was not bad. He’d had bad days and that one definitely wasn’t one of them. Still. He felt a weight resting on his shoulders, as if all the previous hours had settled on them. He sighed, returned Geralt’s gold gaze. “A long one,” he decided to answer. He turned around before Geralt’s eyes burned him more in their insistence. “I’m having a shower and then we eat. Give me ten minutes.”

Some days you just don't know what's wrong. It will pass.

one last time love | yennskier, 1.9k, T, fluff, mild hurt/comfort, tw none, read on tumblr

"You know that if you want my clothes off, all you have to do is ask.”

Yennefer hummed. “A'ight, then. Strip.”

Jaskier’s smile faded. “What?”

She stared at him for some seconds, appreciating his shocked expression, and burst into laughter. Jaskier let out a breath and laughed with her. She wasn’t drunk enough, not yet. The way he looked at her though said that he wasn’t drunk enough either.

Not yet.

Five times Jaskier told Yennefer he would take his clothes off if she asked and one time she did.

the spaces where our garden grew wild | geraskefer, 11.3k, M, angst with a happy ending, warnings in the tags

He cuts through the branches, desperate, but they grow back, thicker and thicker and almost hiding that raven hair, that red doublet behind their leaves. He grunts and shouts and pants and his sword rips the air like paper. He sees them again. Or is he?

Black, isn’t her hair? A chain.

Red, isn’t his doublet? Blood.

Oh, he’s too busy, too focused on the thorns. Of course he would, they have hurt him too much by now not to notice them. Yet he doesn’t hear the voices anymore. He doesn’t hear the screams. He doesn’t hear his name.

And when he does, it’s too late.

A study in gardening.

beside the salty water | geraskier, 836 words, T, fluff, read on tumblr

The beach is silent, except for the singing of a voice that resembles a siren’s, yet gentler, loving, warm. Like home.

Feel me falling, feel me sinking

Feel my breath foam on the waves,

For the sea’s my love, my mistress,

and my heart’s a heart that craves.

under the covers | geraskier, 584 words, G, emotional hurt/comfort, read on tumblr

Jaskier shudders. He realises, to his great surprise, that what he needs isn’t to talk or seek words of comfort. Thankfully, since he knows Geralt isn’t a master when it comes to that. What he needs, is to rest. What he needs is a break.

Comfort doesn't always come in words. But who can say no to hugs anyway?

a little favour | geraskier, 3.2k, T, fluff/light angst, tw blood and injury, read on tumblr

He hears Jaskier’s breath hitch. Slowly, terrifyingly slowly, he realizes what he’s done, and immediately looks at the bard. Blue eyes wide, lips parted. Jaskier whimpers.

“Geralt.”

Stay. For me.

No.

Geralt lets go of his hand and storms outside the room, his heart beating faster than a human’s. Before he closes the door, he smells the salty scent of tears behind him. He doesn’t look back.

Five things Jaskier asks from Geralt and one thing Geralt asks from Jaskier.

the stars bear your name | yenralt, 1.1k, G, fluff, read on tumblr

When she was still at Aretuza, she remembered how the girls looked up at the stars, amazed by a world that had yet to be cruel to them. She thought how it would feel if someone ever looked at her that way.

Looking at Yennefer, Geralt turns out to have an entirely different concept of stars than she does.

a lovestruck's letter | geraskier, 3.7k, T, fluff, epistolary, read on tumblr

The last letter wasn’t old. There, on the top of the page, Geralt could discern an erased Geralt, beloved, and the first letters of what seemed the starts of darling. Finally, Jaskier had settled. Just like he’d done then, Geralt found himself craving to actually be called what the bard first intended to call him. Instead.

Dearest Geralt,

Over the years, Jaskier filled his absence with his letters. Then there was one time that Geralt had to fill that absence himself.

series

songs for goodnight | geraskier, 7 works, T, fluff, incomplete

a reason to laugh | 1.4k, G

Jaskier knew Geralt of Rivia was capable of a lot of things but laughing was hardly one of them.

Well, until now.

for warmth | 1k, T

No, Jaskier wasn’t ordinary at all, not for Geralt, yet the warmth that burned in Geralt’s chest completely changed its source when, after a minute or two, Jaskier rolled on his left side, and having his back turned to Geralt too would be completely fine for Geralt to sleep guiltlessly, thank you very much, if only Jaskier didn’t also pull the blankets so that Geralt was, in every sense, uncovered whole.

sing me awake | 1.2k, T

"I didn't know your voice is actually magical," the witcher smiled sleepily and let out a long sigh, feeling soft fingertips trailing his face.

Jaskier chuckled. "Oh, it's not. I just love you too much."

in remembrance | 957 words, G, read on tumblr

Jaskier is the one to tell stories. As so many people do. A human need, one would say. Tell a story, even if it's the same but with a different twist, a different hint or air, still the same, and people will delight and sing and get enchanted and they will remember, they will remember.

He will make them sing. He will make them remember.

these hands of mine | 1.9k, T

"Have I told you I love your hands?"

"Yes, you have."

"Have I told you why I love them?"

"Yes. Many times."

Jaskier then hesitates, just for a second before slightly raising his head from Geralt's shoulder and gazing at him. A glint wild with tenderness sparkles in his eyes. "Mind if I tell you again?"

A sigh. Then a smile. "No. Not at all."

parent-shaped | 1.4k, G

Jaskier took both of Geralt’s hands in his, forcing him to turn around whole and face him properly. "Being a witcher is not what is going to make you a different parent. What is going to make you a different parent is the amount of love and care and protection you’re going to give to this girl, and I know pretty well you’re more than capable of those things."

these lines aren't wrinkles, dearheart | 1k, T

The one where Jaskier has self-knowledge and Geralt is too blinded with love to accept it.

tumblr ficlets/prompts

allergies | geraskier, 533 words, inspired by art

Jaskier is delighted to find out that witchers do, in fact, have allergies.

early morning kisses, geraskier, 482 words

Jaskier is not a morning person and Geralt just indulges him.

prison buds | yennskier, 376 words, inspired by art

In which Jaskier gets sick and Yennefer realizes she's scared.

Guilty/self loathing Geralt after he can’t save a child during a contract, with Jaskier comforting him and being horrified about how much emotion and hurt he hides (geraskier)

Jaskier gets cursed by a mage that puts him on a killing spree but before he can do anything Geralt shows up and grabs him except he doesn’t have any rope or anything to hold Jaskier down but himself. (ao3) geraskier, T, 1.4k, hurt/comfort

(5+1) 5 times Geralt showed Jaskier he loves him +1 time he actually said it out loud. (ao3) geraskier, T, 2.1k, fluff

physical affection prompts (under 1k)

pats on the head (geralt & ciri)

a hug after not seeing someone for a long time (yenralt)

giggly cuddles (geraskefer)

an incredibly loud and painful high five (geralt, jaskier & ciri)

kissing someone’s forehead (geraskier)

the biggest warmest hugs (geraskier)

play wrestling (yenralt)

kissing knuckles (geraskier)

tugging on the bottom of someone’s shirt (geraskier)

kissing someone’s cuts/bruises/scratches (geraskier)

a hug that some might consider as ~too long~ (geraskier)

playfully biting someone (yenralt)

400 followers celebration prompts

There's people chasing us and I pulled you into the alley with me and wow you're close (geraskier)

I'm going to save you from the terrible date you're having (yenralt)

"Do you trust me?" (geraskefer)

"Please don't say that about yourself. Please don't believe that. You're so much more than that. You're so..." (geraskier)

I called you at 2am because I need you (geraskier)

touch prompts (under 1k)

in a moment of worry (yenralt)

on a scar (geraskier)

for luck (geraskier)

to say hello (geraskefer)

for comfort (geraskier)

for comfort (yenralt)

sensory prompts (under 1k)

orange sunsets (trissefer)

red wine stained lips (geraskier)

blood at the corner of your mouth (geraskier)

being so close that you can feel your lips brush together (geraskier)

raindrops on eyelashes (yennskier)

red wine stained lips (trissefer)

touch/kiss/hug/hand-holding prompts (under 1k)

tiny hands in big hands (geralt & ciri)

unconsciously searching out each other's hand while sleeping (yennskier)

hugging while lying down together (geraskier)

listening to the other's heartbeat (yenralt)

tummy kisses (yennskier)

holding the other's chin up (geraskier)

bandaging the other's hand and not quite letting go (yennskier)

group hugs (geraskefer)

kissing their bruises and scars (yennskier)

cold hands in warm hands (yenralt)

soothing kisses (geraskier)

made-up fic title asks

(why does it have to) feel so good

the spaces where our garden grew wild

we deserve a soft epilogue

once more

destiny called (but i forgot to pick up the line)

#the witcher #geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #yennefer of vengerberg #yenralt #geraskefer #yennskier #ciri #cirilla fiona elen riannon #chrysa writes

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crankywhenprovoked · 5 years

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The Nanny. Part 3

Warnings: Deceit (His name is Dimitri). Remus

Rating: For Everyone.

Words: 1.2k

Chapter 1: Here

Chapter 2: Here

“Daaaaaddy, when are people going to be here?” Roman asked, tugging at Dimitri’s leg.

“In about an hour, same answer Logan gave you five minutes ago.” Dimitri laughed, picking Roman up and setting him on his hip.

“But that’s so long away, why can’t they be here now?”

“Because I like to see you suffer.” Dimitri teased, making Roman pout and cross his arms.

“No pouting allowed on your birthday.” Logan said, coming into the kitchen.

“Make Daddy stop being mean to me.”

Reaching out his arms towards Logan, the adult grabbed him, shifting him onto his hip and pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“Daddy stop being mean to the birthday boy.” Logan snickered, watching Dee roll his eyes.

“I’m sorry that I can’t make time go faster, and that I couldn’t make the party start any earlier than 2.”

“You could have.” Roman mumbled.

“Could not. Where’s your brother, anyway.”

“I don’t know, do I look like his keeper?”

Logan stifled his laugh behind a cough as Dimitri shook his head and ruffling Roman’s hair before tickling his side.

“Why don’t you go find Rem, and Roman and I will go make sure the backyard is all set. Sound good, Ro?”

“Yea!”

“Thank you.” Dimitri mouthed, before heading towards the living room, Logan taking Roman the other way.

Heading into the back yard, Logan gave a glance over all the decorations, making sure that none were too skewed. The table clothes were still in place and the food table was nearly ready, the lids of the coolers just needed to be taken off. Same with the bowls that were covering the non perishable foods, but still needed to be protected.

“When is the food coming?” Roman asked, as Logan shifted the plates.

“A little after people start arriving. We wanted to make sure everyone had a chance to get here, and eat some snacks before the main food came.”

“Does this mean we get to eat pizza for breakfast tomorrow?”

“I’ll think about it.” Logan smiled, as Roman hugged around his neck tighter.

“Pretty please? If we has enough leftovers, please?”

“Ok, ok. But no cake until after lunch then. Deal?”

“Deal!”

“What deals are you making with Roman?” Remus’ voice came from the door, the younger being followed by Dee.

“I’ll allow you to have pizza for breakfast, if you don’t ask for cake until after lunch.”

“Oh. Cool. Dad, can we go in the bounce house?”

“Sure, whatever.”

Both boys let out a small cheer, Roman wiggling to get down, before they took off towards the inflatable house.

“You know they’re still going to try and get cake before lunch.” Dimitri laughed, moving to stand next to Logan.

“Oh, I know. But Roman stopped asking about when people were going to show up, didn’t he?”

“This is true.”

~*~

A soft smile took place over Logan’s face as he listened to the boys running around the yard, their friends playing tag with them. Adding another name to a tag, Logan handed them to another parent who stuck the tag to a goodie bag. Dimitri had been for a few minutes, but he got sucked into another conversation before heading in to tell the parent about which kindergarden they were going to the next year.

“Roman, dear,” Logan heard one of the other parents call Ro over, directing Logan’s attention over there. “Do you have any more diet pop?”

“I’m not sure, you can ask my dad though.” Roman said, pointing to Logan, before taking off.

Logan’s mouth fell open as he watched Roman for a moment before the lady that had stopped Ro came over. Handing over the marker for a moment to the other helper, Logan dug around in the drink cooler, before handing finding one at the bottom. Wiping his hands off, Logan nodded to the lady, before going back to writing tags, Roman’s words still bouncing around.

“Are the bags almost done?” Dimitri asked, coming over to the table.

“Indeed, no thanks to you.” Logan smirked, as Dimitri let out a raspberry.

“Hush your mouth, what do you need me to do?”

“Maybe pull that other box of juice out of the fridge, I have a feeling there’s going to be some thirsty kids.”

“You got it.” Dimitri nodded, patting Logan on the shoulder before heading back in the house.

“Should have made him stay out in the heat, used the excuse to sit in the ac for a bit.” His helper teased, making Logan laugh.

“You know, I didn’t even think about it.” He smiled, handing them another tag.

~*~

“‘M not sleepy.” Remus mumbled, tucking his head further into Logan’s neck.

“Of course you aren’t.” Logan smiled, rubbing his back.

Next to them, Dimitri shook his head as he held Roman, the other twin already asleep in his arms. The fire pit crackled as another log shifted, billowing heat around them for a moment before the cool night air replaced it again. Remus mumbled again, slowly growing heavier in Logan’s arms as he rocked him slowly, watching the flames dance.

“Is he out?” Dimitri asked, neither boy moving.

“I think so, not that I’m shocked, they barely stopped moving today.”

“This is true, but I think they have the right, being a once a year thing.”

“Glad it is too, I don’t think that I could take it being more than that.”

Dimitri snorted softly, shifting Roman a little as he leaned back more in the chair, rolling his head to look at Logan.

“I do want to thank you, I don’t think I would have been able to handle today all on my own. Even with the small help my parents gave, you were the rock star today.”

“I don’t know about all that.” Logan flushed, but couldn’t keep the smile off his face.

“I do.”

Logan’s face turned more red as he rested his cheek on Remus’ head, as Dimitri let out a fond chuckle.

“Though, your son did say something interesting today.”

“Oh god, what did Remus say?”

“Actually, it wasn’t Remus.”

“Oh?”

“It was Roman,” Logan let out a small laugh, biting his lip. “One of the moms, I don’t remember her name, asked him if there was any more of a certain kind of pop left. And Roman told her that he didn’t know and pointed at me, and told her to ask his dad.”

“Oh.” Dimitri blinked a few times, making Logan frown a little, before Dee shrugged. “I’m honestly shocked it hasn’t happened before this.”

“What?”

“Let’s be real, Lo. You are just as much a dad to them as I am. Would them calling you that confuse everyone, yea, sure. But you said it yourself at the zoo trip a few months ago, that people already mistake them for yours. So I don’t really see the harm in it, if even they slip up a few times.”

“You sure? I don’t want to upset you.”

“I’m not upset, I promise. Shocked, a little, but not upset. I really don’t know what I would do without you, Logan. And I’m sure these two munchkins feel the exact same way. So unless it becomes an actual issue, I think right now it’s just fine. Ok?”

“Ok,” Logan nodded, hugging Remus a little tighter. “Ok.

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evak-fic-rec-turtleanon · 4 years

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Evak Fics - Music

Music au:

** Band/Singer/Musician ** Instruments ** Karaoke ** Others

***** Band/Singer/Musician *****

Suavis et decorum sicut Jerusalem by champagneleftie (2.6k words) - Pulchra es, amica mea. He can never sing it without thinking of Even. Which is ridiculous, because he doesn’t actually know Even. Has barely spoken more than a handful of words to him. Can hardly even look at him. And still he just won’t leave Isak be. Choir au

Not A Fan by glbertblythes (2.7k words) - Eva drags Isak to a local gig at a bar but Isak isn't all that interested in going nor is he interested in the band - but the lead guitarist pulls some strings for Isak the whole night.

Love Of My Life by catathena (2.8k words) - Set in the late 1970s, "50 Kroner" are trying to make it big in the rock scene. Will the boys make it on their own? Or will a mysterious stranger named Even be their missing piece? Rock band

DKLA (Don't Keep Love Around) by dobrien (10k words) - Isak is an up and coming artist dating his highschool sweetheart, Chris. Even is a little jealous. Inspired by Troye Sivan songs.

written in the stars by ourlovelybones (17k words) - Isak is very tired, but it’s still not the right word to explain the heavy feeling in his bones and the empty weight in his heart. He should be over the moon right now. He should be dancing with Even to the venue’s after-show playlist and drinking beer to celebrate his best friend agreeing to finish out the rest of his U.S tour with him. It’s more than exhaustion he feels but Isak can’t quite describe exactly what it is - and certainly not to the person who took a whole two weeks off of work to come on this tour. The one where even follows isak around on tour but isak doesn't want to deal with his feelings. Musician Isak

you're gonna sing the words wrong by strangetowns (31k words) - He looks like someone stuck together a bunch of parts they thought looked good on their own and expected the result to look like a person, with no sense of what an actual person looks like. A marching band AU.

Come On, Set the Tone by boxesofflowers, Eeyoreneedsahug (57k words) - Isak is a recently out popstar who wants to prove that he is not just another pretty face in pop music. Even is a self contained, indie singer songwriter who takes shit from nobody. Shortly after a public feud between the two begins, they’re forced together for a nationwide tour.

Twice by intothewind (101k words) - “I told them we were dating, so they’d let me in their band.” Jonas states, shrugging his shoulders. Isak and Jonas fake date which then makes things complicated between them. And then there's Even, the lead singer, which complicates things even more. Threesome. Angsty.

(WIP) Wireless by ChrisJordyn (15k words) 5/6 chapters posted - Even leans into Isak’s side. He feels so nice. And warm. His hair against his neck. The sound of his breath. It’s heaven. He hasn’t felt this safe in ages. That’s when The Thought pops back into in his mind. "What if I’m gay?" The church band 5+1 au

(WIP) we are made up of love and hate by everythingislove (straykid), puddingandpie (42k words) - Last update July 2018. The one where Isak joins his best friends on their first North American tour and definitely does not fall for Even Bech Næsheim, their infuriating(ly handsome) opening act.

(WIP) Bassline by riyku (59k words) 12/16 chapters posted - Isak is a Norwegian ex-pat, fresh out of NYU with a journalism internship, who bags an assignment covering a band from his former hometown of Oslo on their first North American tour. It takes him about three seconds to realize he kinda has a thing for the bass player. riyku is brilliant!

***** Instruments *****

you can tell everybody (this is your song) by withoutwords (713 words) - Isak’s fumbling at the frets of Even’s guitar, the blunt lines of his fingernails scratching at the wood.

how i'm feeling by boxesofflowers, Eeyoreneedsahug, safficwriter (1.3k words) - A hungover boy squad watches Isak and Even flirt through a guitar lesson.

O Helga Natt by ichliebeskam (1.5k words) - Even gives Isak a guitar lesson but Isak is grumpy because he doesn’t get it. This and a little more

Heart and Soul by wordsarelifealways (1.5k words) - Jonas asks why Isak never plays piano any more. Naturally, it leads to him playing again.

If Not For You by minutebyminute2121 (1.7k words) - Isak walks the same way to work everyday as part of his habitual routine. That is until one day his usual route is obstructed by a closed road and he has to walk a different way and gets distracted by a certain boy playing guitar.

Just B♮ by Jules1398 (2.3k words) - Isak knows nothing about guitars and somehow he finds himself working in a store that sells them. Well, at least there's the hot guy that always comes in and plays while he's on shift.

Someday You Will Find Me Caught Beneath a Landslide by AlasBohn (4.4k words) - Isak's neighbor plays his guitar every night. Isak falls asleep to it every night until he doesn't.

And that's my song, unheard by Anonymous (8.4k words) - Isak is a second year at Nissen, and he's also a violinist at the local music school. The day a new pianist arrives is the day his world is rocked off its axis.

Just two boys and a piano by depressed_mermaid_53 (8.5k words) - Even just started a new art school and there's a beautiful boy that no one talks to. Even is completely enthralled by him the second he sees him. or Isak plays piano and Even suddenly has a love for listening to piano music

Evoke by TheGirlNoOneKnows5 (16k words) - Isak and Even are roommates attending the Norwegian Academy of Music. Isak is an enigma until their sleepless nights are no longer spent alone. Pianist Isak. Guitarist Even.

Play That Song by kapplebougher (41k words) - Every day, Even catches a boy in a snapback who sneaks in to play the piano at the summer camp Even works at. Even's never seen him before. But if the boy's good looks hadn't already captivated him, then his phenomenal piano-playing ability certainly has. Even doesn't know much about love at first sight, but he thinks that this is pretty close.

The boy next door by Zabn (110k words) - Isak looks at Jonas, hoping the blush has already disappeared from his cheeks, he nervously scratches his neck. Fuck, did Jonas notice that he was staring at his new neighbor? Even plays the guitar and sings.

(WIP) tell me what you see by whalefairyfandom12 (8.3k words) - Last update Feb 2019. Isak is a pianist. It's who he is, and sometimes it feels like that's all that's left. At first, Even is nothing more than the asshole who stole his practice room--a film major with a surprising passion for music. There's something undeniable about his charm, though, and the more time they spend together the harder it is to ignore.

***** Karaoke *****

Bright Eyes by boxesofflowers, Eeyoreneedsahug (857 words) - Isak is a great singer. Several people are surprised. Happy karaoke where nothing hurts and Isak sings to his boyfriend.

i'll be coming for your love by ihatefindingusernames (1k words) - Isak and Even meet in a karaoke bar

Ready to Jingle Your Bells by MacksDramaticShenanigans (3.5k words) - Even did sing him a song, and what kind of a boyfriend would he be if he didn’t serenade Even right back?

***** Others *****

(for when they are not musicians or music is not the focus...)

it boy by spoopydumpling (445 words) - Even serenades Isak with a special song

not the kind of fool who's gonna sit and sing to you by hippopotamus (1k words) - Isak doesn't sing, and Even doesn't get surprised by Isak anymore. Actually, neither of those statements is true.

I don't want to miss a thing. by glbertblythes (1.2k words) - Songfic based on i don't want to miss a thing by aerosmith. Very sappy.

Stjerner Lyser Skinnende by MacksDramaticShenanigans (2.4k words) - Their daughter plays the violin for an orchestra.

Who Wore What by wyoheartsmusic (2.9k words) - Even is a fashion blogger that has some things to say about a certain singer's outfit choices

Defying Gravity (Britain's Got Talent) by nessauepa (4.3k words) - Their daughter goes on Britain's Got Talent. It's super sweet.

No Rain, No Roses by Fxckxxp (23k words) - Isak and Even restore a house together and make it a home. Even plays the guitar every now and then (probably not enough as a focus to justify putting it on this list but this fic is so good).

tell him that his lonesome nights are over by fauu_stine (25k words) - After their mother's death, Isak and Lea have to leave Oslo to join their father, who's living with his new girlfriend, Aurora, and her own son, a young man named Even. Singer Even.

i would like to get to know you baby by ourlovelybones (39k words) - Isak wakes up to ten strange texts from Eskild and three missed calls from his manager. He's almost worried someone has died until the screenshot comes in. Even Bech Næsheim had tweeted about him. AU in which Even is an internationally famous singer and Isak is an up and coming model he finds on twitter, a.k.a based off of the iconic Zara Larsson

#evak fic rec #skam fic rec #music #music au

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Fandom: Naruto, Naruto Online

Words: 1.2k

Pairings: BD/AF/MB/CF/SB the usual lol

Summary: Breeze Dancer goes on a lot of missions with and without the squad. He’s never had fanart before.

ao3 link

it starts out with a simply courier mission some small town wants this small delivery of like industrial material and apparently according to Tsunade he’s the right person for the job don’t mess this up i don’t even know how you would and if you do you better pray to the gods that i dont cut your pay. Breeze doesn’t really understand because B-ranks don’t pay very well and the rent is split five ways so the money he gets is for Pampering his beloveds.

The town is right in the middle of the Land of Rivers, Takumi village is quaint compared to Konoha and the villagers look... not as nice as konohans but also aren’t as mean looking as people from Iwa.

There’s a huge shopping district and he can see the money leaving his pocket. (He very carefully avoids there until he sees the village head about the bridge and the well, because we all know he is the best person to ask about building things also isn’t there a story about how wolves eat pigs and have wind elements? no? just him then)

He does eventually go to the shopping district and there’s a lot of people, he’s in his element really. Breeze goes to almost every store. He also meets a tiny boy who says he’s eight years old and likes drawing and you’re from Konoha? Do you know Sai he’s part of Team Kakashi and uses his drawings for fights! The kid rambles a lot and Breeze just tells him small details he knows about Sai and his fight style and how he has really nice skin and how they have a rivalry.

The kid has stars in his eyes (his name is Taku and he wants to become a strong shinobi) and promises to draw a really epic battle scene you’ll love it Breeze-san i’m a huge fan of you too! You and your partners are S rank in the bingo book and my mom reads that to me before i go to bed, of course i know what it is it’s just the really awesome details about really strong shinobi i want to be in it when i grow up. Breeze grimaces a little but he can understand how the mistake could be made, he does want to talk to this kid’s mother though.

When he returns to Konoha he has full pay for a B-rank and a lot of souvenirs, he even gives Tsunade a print out picture of TonTon the pig (the lone survivor of the brick house he always privately thinks to himself) and she’s delighted and puts it up in her office with a bit of tape, its a little underwhelming but the picture itself is almost microscopic anyways.

He opens the front door to his home, Scarlet is sat at the dinner table with scrolls set in front of him they cover the whole dang thing (which seats 10, half of which are for the people in the relationship the other half is for team kakashi except naruto, he has to bring a folding chair it’s an in joke) a quick mental count and skim over deems the 20 maybe 30 scrolls are all about the physical wellbeing of an uchiha. Breeze is interested but not going to touch that, he knows that uchiha are sturdy but he does not want to know how they get their hair to shine thank you very much. So he very quickly kisses Scarlet on the forehead and heads to the bedroom.

Azure is there, doodling. He thinks about that kid who showed him a huge sketch “it’s actually a folio and im sending it to a publisher” book and it was filled with real masterpieces and annotations. Azure notices him and puts her pen down with a hey lovely how was the mission you were gone for two whole weeks do you want to see what me and Scarlet got up to because we destroyed one of the training grounds and had to get Tenzou to rebuild it again look i have pictures. He settles in next to her and grins at the pictures taking his time to survey the damage, it’s a lot and he knows its because the two have been trying to do some sort of combo move that incorporated Fire and Water dragons.

Midnight walks into the room then and rolls his eyes, he leans down for a kiss from Azure and then a kiss from Breeze. He slumps into the bed and goes right to sleep. They both smile fondly at him and then Azure gets off the bed saying something about wanting to a few muscle loosening exercises and she kisses Breeze softly and murmurs against his lips that she’s glad he’s back and she’s out of the room in a flutter of blue hair. Breeze is sickly in love with all of them.

He should not be surprised when he is awaken by loud laughter. Crimson, Midnight and Azure are laughing, it’s nice when it’s not in the early hours of dawn. He turns over and goes back to sleep.

He really should’ve checked what they were laughing at before he closed his eyes again, but he did not and he regrets it a little bit. It’s the kid, the kid who had sent by a summoned wedged tail eagle a huge portfolio of just artistically drawn pictures of him. they’re really good and he wants to pay the kid now, so he does he gives him thirty thousand ryou delivered by the eagle of course. His partners giggle at him and tease him about his popularity, although they too send him money and ask for requests. They all get a portrait each and they’ve hung them up in the dining room.

Tsunade gets wind of this, he’s not sure how but she’s a huge fan of this kid’s work. She’s gotten him to come down to Konoha with the jounin protection of Sai and the kid is a sobbing mess when he gets to meet his heroes, it’s really cute. Taku becomes famous and Genma decides to take this civilian boy and let him live his dream. It’s the best thing Breeze has ever seen and he’s itching to tell Jiraiya so he can write a book and Breeze can read it and be overcome by emotions and drama.

The pictures get really famous and Taku starts to expand his artistic ability he starts doing backgrounds. They’re really good and Breeze throws more money at him and gets beautiful desert paintings and it’s just like how he remembers it. He gets forest paintings with the sunlight filtering through the leaves and he can almost see the moisture on the leaves slip off and patter on the ground. He loves it, he loves the paintings.

Taku is eleven, he’s been drawing professionally for two years and it’s really all thanks to his most favourite shinobi the Breeze Dancer who was supportive over the years and let him follow his dreams while keeping up with his hobbies. Taku knows that his hero worship won’t go away, because now he really knows Breeze, he knows how much Breeze doesn’t like when people lick their fingers after they finish a meal, and how Breeze misses Sunagakure a lot but loves Konoha so much he wouldn’t leave, and when Breeze smiles at him and his art his heart squeezes and he can’t help beaming back.

#cel writes #naruto #naruto online #hey i have a new tag now #team 20

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merigreenleaf · 7 years

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World Building June 2017 - Day 9, Religion & Cosmology

I came up with a ton of history for Concordia this week and I started typing it out as an answer to the “religion” prompt. Then it ended up 2k+ words long and was more about the history than mythology. Whoops. Perfect for my world building information, not so great for this prompt. So what I'll do is take what I came up with last year and add the new stuff. This is still about 1.2k words, so I’ll put half under a “read more” link.

The reason I ran into this problem is that Concordia's history *is* their religion and mythology. Their gods are real, just not actually gods. Technically Concordia doesn’t have a religion. There are people who move into this country who bring their religion with them, but there's no official religion native to the country. Concordians use the term “Creators” in a similar way to “god” in “oh my god” or “thank god”, but their Creators aren’t gods and didn’t create the world. Concordia's belief for this actually has nothing to do with the Creators.

Concordia was founded by two separate groups of people. The humans came from various cultures across the continent and shared only one myth/belief and that was an origin story. They used this for common ground and it became a core part of their beliefs. The story went that the first beings who lived in their world were a being of the forest (a tree person) and a being of the earth (a mushroom person). This pair was lonely, being the only sentient living things, so they decided to create humans and animals to keep them company. When the sick humans were exiled from their homes and left on a barren island, the land began to come to life. It had previously tried to keep people out- earthquakes, brambles, barren land, etc so no one wanted this place and it was why it was picked as the plague colony. Then the sick humans were dumped here and the magic felt their pain, so it reached out to them to heal them. A side effect of this was that plants began to grow. The people thought this was the action of their forest/earth gods when in reality it was the magic native to the area. Later the water around the island began to recede and freshwater rivers began to flow at the same time that a pair of large waterspouts were seen off the coast. These became a pair of twin deities and were worshiped alongside the tree and mushroom.

The Creators came much, much later than the human belief about a pair of beings creating life. The second group of people who founded Concordia were weren't human, although the humans thought they were; these people came from another world. *Their* creation myth was that they were made and shaped from raw magic. These people did believe in magic and this was the main point of their culture. It was how they created things and this was why they fled their home. Another group of people wanted their creations or wanted them to make specific things for them- basically enslave them- and rather than stay and fight they used their magic to create a doorway so they could escape. This worked out great and they and the humans mutually helped each other, ending up with the start of a small but functional culture. Until the Creators were followed by the group that had forced them to flee. This is where Concordia's myth about the constellations coming down from the sky started. The Creators called for help and strange beings popped out of nowhere- or at least this was what seemed to happen to the magically-clueless humans. In actuality these were magical beings similar to themselves, but history/mythology makes them larger than life.

Speaking of how they're remembered, the humans never quite figured out what exactly the Creators were and it just became common knowledge that they were humans from somewhere far away who had landed on the island. The terminology changed, too. “Creators”, whenever someone in Concordia talks about them, now just refers to the three leaders of this group, rather than the group as a whole. It’s a kind of ancestor worship with these founders, where the population respects them and what they did for the country, but no longer sees them as anything other than human. Intelligent, awesome, super magical humans, but still humans. What they *don’t* think of as humans are the other arcane races who were called on to help. Myth now says that these beings- large, powerful, and somewhat scary- were the constellations and they came down from the sky to teach the old artists, so they’re called the Muses. (Capital M- muses with a little m are what people call their spouses.) No one actually believes this happened and it's seen as just a fairy tale, but it’s how their stories go. What’s neat is that over the years the beings got grander and grander as truth became myth. Like the Muse of glasswork is a dragon; in actuality, this being was simply a lizard-person, no bigger than any of the humans. Stories made her larger than life. There are nine of these Muses/constellations, each representing a branch of art and a type of Artisan magic. (I'll get into these in a later prompt.) Three of them are the human deities (tree, mushroom, and the pair of waterspouts) who got given constellations alongside the rest even though they hadn't originally “come down from the sky”. Centuries later, they're now seen the same way as the other mythological beings.

So basically Concordia’s mythology is based on fact- there really were magical beings who helped the original Concordians! These have long since gone, either passing away or returning to their homes/worlds, with a few exceptions. The original founding trio of Creators found a way to stick around after they died; their tombs are under the Artisans’ guild (that town-sized building that was the original home of the first people), so in a way they haunt the grounds. For all that they’re dead, they still have kind of a hands-on approach to this haunting. Concordia has a deep respect for cats (not worship, but taking good care of them) and although very few people know why this is, it’s because the Creators use them as eyes to see what’s happening outside the guild. There are also statues situated around Concordia that serve the same purpose. This takes me to the docents. The docents are the group of people who serve as the country’s historians, record keepers, and those in charge of the law- and are also as close to clergy as this country has. Most people just assume that the docents are what they appear: well educated people who serve as judges. What they don’t realize is that the docents occasionally also serve as eyes, ears, and mouths for the three remaining Creators. Statues and cats are well and good, but sometimes the Creators have need of a body and the docents are taught how to share theirs for this purpose. This means that usually you’re talking to the docent. Sometimes, though, you’re talking to a being that’s centuries old.

So Concordia has sort-of gods who do exist- they’re just not actual gods, only really really old Artisans who are ghosts. (Since the ancestors of the Artisans are the Creator race.) And their myths are based on fact because there were beings who gifted art and magic to the population. As for an afterlife, the Concordians believe that after death, they become part of the stars and shine inspiration down on the living.

#worldbuildingjune #world building #unexpected inspiration series #writing #writeblr #my writing ramblings #about my world

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Evak Fics - Childhood Friends

Childhood friends. Childhood friends who lost contact. Childhood friends with pining. WIPs. It's tricky to put em in categories because some of these overlap. Under a read more:

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***** CHILDHOOD FRIENDS *****

once i was 7 years old by bashfulisak (1k words) - isak and even are childhood friends, and as they grow up together, isak remembers his past. DELETED :(

One Second by deathsmi (1.2k words) - Isak & Even have their first kiss. It’s still in a pool, but it’s different. They’ve been friends for years and Isak has been holding back for a long time. He can’t hold back anymore.

Unexpectedly by colazitron (1.5k words) - Even and Isak are finally on a date and Isak's pretty sure he hasn't been breathing right all evening.

In another life, my dear, by HeartbeatsAreMySymphony (2k words) - soulmates au with a twist. They fell into the same rhythm as before, though this time, it was more boisterous: passionate. It was a secret they kept to themselves, and a part of Isak reveled in that: to have a world that belonged to only Even and himself. And, maybe, he was selfish— taking Even for himself when they both belonged to others.

i don't mind, we have such a good time, my best friend by hippopotamus (2k words) - “Isak, I need you to kiss me.” Isak would be lying if he said the words didn’t make his heart thump loudly in his chest for a moment. At least, they do before he remembers who it is that he’s talking to.

ribs by bbyfruit (2k words) - “I meant it,” Even says. He feels Isak’s lashes blink against his own. “I love you.” Isak lets out a long breath through his nose and it feels like a blessing. “I love you,” he echoes.

you and me, fade in by skamz (3.3k words) - spin the bottle - DELETED

you and me got a whole lot of history by everythingislove (straykid) (3.5k words) - "You're going to be my best friend, Even." Isak decides, showing off his baby teeth with a beaming grin. Even opens his mouth to protest, then shuts it. The words have so much finality to them, and frankly, he doesn't feel like getting in trouble for making him cry. So he nods. "Best friends for life." He agrees.

ten & twelve by dimplesandcurls (4k words ) - 10-year-old Isak doesn't like 12-year-old Even being proud of his tallness (maybe he does, but Even and his ego didn't need to know that).

eleven & thirteen by dimplesandcurls (2.5k words) - Even has a fever, Isak plays doctor.

Til’ The Next Time by greitnok (2.6k words) - kinda childhood friends. time travel. Isak meets him for the first time when he was sitting in the backyard of his house, disorientated and angry with the world. ‘Could you possibly get me some clothes?’ a voice startled him out of his thoughts, he looked around to see a man popping his head out of the bushes.

the red thread by thekardemomme (3.5k words) - The two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, regardless of place, time, or circumstances. This magical cord may stretch or tangle, but never break.

i can feel the weather in my bones by EvenbechNeiheim (3.7k words) - Isak and Even are childhood friends. There’s a boyfriend sweater and Isak is just desperate to wear it. (oh and it has nothing to do with sleeping with each other, they just don’t roll that way)

it’s a you and me house by hippopotamus (4.9k words) - Even has a treehouse, and the only other person allowed up there is Isak.

sixteen going on seventeen by sundaymournin (5.5k words) - “I don’t know why you always go after weird, older guys. You’re a baby.” “I’m sixteen. I’m not a baby.” Isak grumbled, letting Even drag him out of the party and onto the street. He always let Even drag him away, because that felt good too. Being wanted, being complimented, someone paying attention — that was great. But being cared for was always better.

The Imaginative Friend Syndrome by wyoheartsmusic (5.6k words) - soulmates. telepathic bond. Five times Isak and Even communicate in their heads and one time they communicate in person

Every Time You Close Your Eyes by MinilocIsland (5.7k words) - Three times Isak settles for less, and one time he doesn't.

to be young and in love by aestheticzjm (6k words) - kinda childhood friends. a look into the lives of isak and even, from ages 13 to 17 & 15 to 19.

Grow Up Along With Me by wordsarelifealways (6.4k words) - Even was almost two and a half when his neighbour came back with their baby boy. How was Even to know that Isak was going to change his life forever?

i have everything i need. here. with you by Skamtrash (6.9k words) - they’re dependent and clingy and very much meant to be. everyone realizes it but them

True or False by iriswests (9.8k words) - Seven moments between Isak and Even (+1 with Sonja), ranging from the ages of four and six to the ages of seventeen and nineteen, respectively.

Holy by i_once_wrote_a_dream (9.8k words) - It was a Wednesday when he first saw him. Isak thought he looked like one of his mama’s angels.

you make my face red and my heart beat by empty_venom (10k words) - 4 Times Isak Asks Even About Hickeys (+1 Time They Get Their Shit Together)

our souls aren't strangers by everythingislove (straykid) (10k words) - The six times Isak and Even can't get it together, and the one time they already are.

I'm gonna show you how to do it by colazitron (12k words) - five things Even teaches Isak to do with his mouth, and one thing Isak teaches Even.

caught up in a dream by bbyfruit (13k words) - a slight twist to chilhood friends. in which isak is less of a mess than usual (LIE), even is super cool and smooth (LIE), and mikael just wants everyone to be happy (TRUTH).

One Call Away by GayaIsANerd (14k words) - 5 times Even calls Isak with an excuse and the one time he doesn't need one

The Shape Of Us by Flatfootmonster (14k words) - “Mama?” “You look thoughtful. Is there a question you want to ask?” “Even,” “He’s different,” Isak said. “I don’t think he can see me.” And that was about as much as a conclusion as he could come to about any of the things he’d noticed that were out of place.

Life is better with you by charlyflowers (16k words) - A oneshot of Isak and Even during several Christmas times together.

And they were right in front of you the whole time by Ihavecoldhands (18k words) - “…Okay, not a boyfriend, and not a relative…” Eskild says slowly, still looking very confused. “So… Even’s a childhood friend then?” Isak wants to say no, no, they are not childhood friends. But most friends don’t sleep in the same bed six days a week, so he swallows his words and nods reluctantly. “Yeah. We’re childhood friends.” It’s almost true except for the friend part.

in the morning you'll dance with all the headache by bluesterek (19k words) - “Why do you hate me? Is it still about that kiss in first grade?” “You kissed my crush in front of me, Even.” “Yeah well, sorry about that, but that was like a century ago. Besides, you don’t even like girls.” “Excuse me, what?”

I'm Not A Baby by cuteandtwisted (33k words) - they are idiots. "This is Even, my bro. The part about him being my personal servant is kind of true though.” “Bro? Your bro?! What the fuck, Isak? We need to get rid of this whole hypermasculinity thing they teach you at Nissen.”

Best Half of My Soul by nessauepa (41k words) - 5/6 chapters posted. "And they never talked again about how Even gave Isak his very first kiss. They never talked about how that night Even also gave Isak his second and the third. About how at some point Isak didn’t even remember how many kisses they had had. They didn't talk about how they had kissed lazily lying on Even's bed with their legs intertwined. How they had kissed uncountable minutes straight, cupping each other faces."

I May Be Younger, But I'll Look After You by alotofphandoms (90k words) - Isak’s mom met Even’s mom in high school, then they met Isak’s and Even’s dad’s in college. When Even was born, Isak soon followed, two years later. For as long as they can remember, they’ve been in each other’s lives. Hopefully, they'll stay in each other's lives.

***** CHILDHOOD FRIENDS WHO MOVED AWAY OR LOST CONTACT OR DIDN'T KEEP IN TOUCH *****

Mamma Mia by MermaidsandMermen (SophiaSoames) (5.3k words) - The workmates AU for day 5 of Skam Fic Week. And it had to be IKEA, and it had to be Evak, and it has to be ABBA. Of course. A tiny bit of Sweden in the middle of Oslo.

i know that it's delicate by colazitron (9k words) - kinda childhood friends. With Marianne's situation being what it is, Isak goes to stay with old family friends, the Bech Næsheims.

live happily with sugar on by colazitron (9k words) - kinda childhood friends. While Even tries to work up the courage to approach the cute boy on the tram, the cute boy approaches him. Berries are involved.

the other side of paradise by peachbombs (35k words) - plus mutual pining. The first and only time Isak Valtersen says those three words, it’s to Even Bech Næsheim, a boy who broke his heart once and now, here Isak is, giving him every liberty to do it again.

Stars Shine Bright Above Me by glbertblythes (40k words) - slow burn. touch starved. For once in his life, Isak Valtersen knew what it was like to have a best friend. Many, actually. But Even was special to him in a way he didn't quite understand. So many mixed feelings and emotions at once, but Isak being the young boy he was ignored them. When Even has to move a few days before they start middle school together, Isak is crushed and has not the slightest clue how he's going to make it without him by his side.

Supernova by hannakin (45k words) - slow burn. To Even Isak is the brightest star in the universe. He is bright and smart and the happiest person Even knows, his smile brighter than the entire sun. They are best friends, just like their fathers used to be. Even is in love with Isak. Isak is in love with Even. They grow up and things change. Eventually they drift apart and when Even sees Isak again Isak is 17 and the smile Even used to love so much is long gone.

Blanket Fort Gospel by Sabeley (58k words) - the angst, man. Isak Valtersen met the love of his life when he was eleven years old. It was a truth he had long tried to deny, but it was the truth nevertheless.

making new clichés by strangetowns (132k words) - “You’d feel better knowing,” Even says. “What we are.” “Yeah,” Isak says. “Something like that.” “Then I’d say,” Even says, “we can be whatever you want us to be.”

***** CHILDHOOD FRIENDS WITH PINING *****

Another Sleepless Night! by Mechisoy (1.3k words) - Isak's having another sleepless night. Isak looks up after a couple of minuets after Even's fingers stops drawing lazy patterns on his back. Even doesn't have to open his eyes to tell Isak was staring "Issy sleep for me"

Nourishing Courage by colazitron (2k words) - Isak somehow finds himself part of the revue and Even helps him practice.

now and forever (i will be your man) by thekardemomme (2k words) - 3 times isak kisses even. +1

the one with the prom video by thekardemomme (5.5k words) - Even has been in love with Isak since they were younger, but he never intended for Isak to find out this way. Friends inspired.

To Burn With Desire by photographer_of_thoughts (6.1k words) - the AU in which Isak and Even are neighbours and Isak's father has a secret job that unintentionally helps Isak realize he's in love with his best friend.

But She Isn't Me by sundaymournin (9k words) - Even and Sonja were absolutely perfect together. They were both tall, thin, and stunningly beautiful. When they smiled, they brightened the entire room. The two of them were as different a could be, but they balanced each other out; Even was the dreamer, and Sonja was the realist. They’d been together since they were sixteen and everyone expected them to get married and live happily ever after. They shared absolutely everything; friends, meals, clothes and even a toothbrush from time to time. Well, almost everything. They didn’t share Isak.

written in the stars by ourlovelybones (17k words) - the one where even follows isak around on tour but isak doesn't want to deal with his feelings

Walking In Circles by marileal (19k words) - they are idiots. "I don’t think I will ever be able to forget this day. The day I realized I have feelings for my childhood best friend. Why am I such cliché? Isak Valtersen, the gay kid who is in love with his straight friend."

it's exciting running through the night by traumatic (21k words) - It's always been Isak and Even against the world. They grow up and they grow apart, but they always come back to each other.

Come if you remember the way by Teatrolley (24k words) - The first time Isak meets Even he’s fourteen, and a moving van is pulling up on the street outside of his house. Four years later he’s standing in an airport with their friends and Even’s parents. Even is going abroad for six months.

(I’ll give it to) Someone Special by nofeartina (30k words) - Isak Valtersen is certain of a few things: 1. He doesn’t really like Christmas. 2. He loves Even – as a friend. 3. He doesn’t want things to change between them. So that’s why he offers to play Even’s boyfriend on a visit to Even’s homophobic family. And then he realizes a few other things. 4. He’s surprised by how perfect a fake boyfriend Even is. 5. Okay. Maybe, Isak is starting to love Even as more than a friend.

it's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right by mmxii (34k words) - Even suddenly stops and just looks at him for a few seconds. Then he says it. “You’re my best friend, you know. Always have been, always will be.”

I Have Held You in My Heart by photographer_of_thoughts (47k words) - Friends-With-Benefits University AU in which Even makes rules and Isak follows them. They sleep together sometimes - a lot of times - and Isak knows how in love he is. But then Even gets a girlfriend, and everything changes.

Don't Let Me Go by unfancyandy (86k words) - Isak and Even have known each other for as long as Isak can remember, but it isn't long enough. Maybe if things had been different, then they would have felt they'd had enough time. Based on Never Let Me Go.

Next to you, is where I call home by LostInAdmiration (101k words) - “Why don’t you start track too? You’d be a good sprinter, I’m sure you’d do great,” suggested Isak. Isak wasn’t entirely sure why he asked - he mostly liked being alone and he barely knew Even - but there was just something about Even that had drawn Isak to him. Inspired by Jongens.

Tidal Waves by desp3ration (325k words) - An alternate universe where Isak and Even have known each other since they were three and five, and Jonas is the new kid. Isak and Even are the best of friends, and act much closer than the other guys who are friends at their age. Over the years, they've secretly fallen in love with each other and are terrified of telling the other how they feel. Could their friendship survive coupledom or will it change their entire lives?

******* WIP *******

Floor You Can't Fall Below by Lizzygrant38 (3k words) - Last update April 2019. Isak was fourteen when his father took off, fourteen when his mother Marianne reached her breaking point and became a frantic sobbing mess, her mental health reaching boiling point and fourteen when social services finally came and picked him up.

no place i'd rather be by hippopotamus (7k words) - last update April 2018. lilo and stitch au.

familiar by hippopotamus (13k words) - last update Sept 2019. isak is the grumpy wizard with a pet dragon and even is the prince that needs his assistance

Prince and the Pauper by sockhead (20k words) - last update June 2018. The one where Even is the prince of Norway and Isak is the servant boy who has stolen Even's heart. And his sanity.

You will always be, my baby Isak by stevensmayles (23k words) - last update Nov 2017. Isak feels like he can conquer anything with his bestfriend by his side. Even has always been there for him. But what if he wasn’t? What if he disappeared in Isaks life the moment he needed him the most.

and so many miles to go by Balthamos (33k words) - last update March 2019. Isak sometimes got this feeling, like butterflies, when something was about to change, going to impact his life. He felt it just before his grandmother passed away, and then again when things started changing at home, his mother getting upset more frequently, his father working longer hours. The feeling he got as he stared across the room at the other boy was similar, but not quite the same, instead of worry there was hope, and… excitement? Something was about to change but for the better this time.

the truth about my disguise by mikaeloboukhal (57k words) - 3/4 chapters posted. Since the day Isak was seven and stepped into Even's room, they had always been best friends. Isak doesn't think that'll ever change.

Nobody Loves Me Like You by cuteandtwisted (185k words) - mutual pining. the angst. they are absolute idiots. extremely slow burn. 13/15 chapters posted. Isak and Even are childhood friends who enjoy ruining each other's chances with exactly everyone else, rewatching the same movies, taking care of each other, and pretending they're not in love.

#evak fic rec #skam fic rec #childhood friends #i wanna reread so many of these

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