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void-ink-studios · 6 months

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More Prohibited Wish Ideas because my brain is infested with worms and I can't be stopped

This is more a scene that's been slowly rotating in my head than anything else. Might write more of it, might just leave it here for y'all, but here it is!

This might be long, so the rest of it's under the cut.

Edit: I made the fanfic.

I'm obsessed with the idea that most of the cosmic entities have some kind of mundane origin. Prismo is the dream of an old man, perhaps a mortal wizard who got the Boss's attention and granted timeless immortality. The Cosmic Owl, perhaps was once the familiar to some primordial magic user. Perhaps many crawled out of the primordial soup in the time Before there was Nothing.

But Scarab?

Scarab was just that. A beetle. Perhaps a weird type of beetle able to speak on the level of a mortal human, but a beetle nonetheless. One that fought and reached and climbed far beyond what anyone thought possible. He got the Boss's attention. He was made functionally immortal, given a more imposing body, given responsibilities beyond what a bug is ever meant to achieve. God Auditor was not his first choice, but it's still higher than what was thought possible.

Prismo doesn't strike me as the type to care much about where someone may come from. But he is an exception among the pantheon.

Gods do not let Scarab forget what he was. What he still is, to many of them. A bug. The other gods find Scarab unsightly. They're visibly disgusted by his strange mouth and wide eyes and odd chirps.

So Scarab hides behind his mask. He hides his extra arms unless it's necessary. He turns his exoskeleton into a prim and proper suit. But it's never enough. Not enough to make the other gods forget what he is.

Orbo certainly doesn't. And he takes the chances to remind Scarab that he's lucky to be here. And that he's not meant to be here. It's why Orbo takes steps to cripple the Scarab, should the auditor ever be demoted back to mortal. He takes his antenna. And he takes his wings.

And then, Scarab is demoted. He's relegated to being the Wishmaster's assistant. Janitor is the more accurate title. And Scarab is back to feeling like a pinned insect, now trapped with another god who will most certainly not fail to remind him that he's lucky he's not back to crawling in mud. Because Prismo certainly knows, doesn't he?

Except, that's not what happens.

Prismo is kind. He's respectful, in his own strange way. When Scarab accidentally makes his odd chirps, the Wishmaster finds it cute. When he learns to crawl along the walls as a shadow, Prismo doesn't seem to mind.

And when Scarab lets the mask fall, Prismo finds him endearing, rather than unsightly.

So Scarab starts embracing himself again. He's in a space where he is not thought of as disgusting or undeserving. He's allowed to be strange in the ways his origin would suggest, even encouraged. He gets comfortable in his own shell again.

And then Orbo visits.

And Orbo questions why Scarab's hanging out on the ceiling. And why his mask is gone. And what's with all the gross noises he's making. And Scarab retreats again. He let himself be too comfortable. He should've known better.

But Prismo is horrified.

He calls Orbo out. That's not a cool thing to do to a friend. Why should Scarab have to hide all the time.

Orbo tries to "reason" with the Wishmaster. Why should Prismo care? He should be thanking him for getting the bug back in line.

"He's not cool, not like us, Prismo. You're the dream of a right powerful wizard. I'm the core of a collapsed magic star. Him? He's just... Well, just look at him. He's just a bug. Shouldn't have been able to get where he was in the first place. He's lucky we didn't send him back to crawling in the mud broken."

And that's when Prismo learns what happened to his friend. Why some days he can't seem to stand up straight. Or why some days he has to spend in the Time Core, curled up and out of sight.

And that's when Scarab learned what a Wishmaster's wrath looked like.

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Like I said, no idea if I'll fully write it out. I might. But I at least wanted to dump this thought onto something, so enjoy babes.

#prohibitedwish #scarab the god auditor #prismo the wishmaster #scarab x prismo #prohibitedwish fanfic #kinda #behold as I dump my brainworms on a plate for all to see.

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mxlfoydraco · 1 year

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i have a question 👀 have you ever read a drarry fanfic where they were brewing amortentia and one of the two is like ‘ew why does it smell like * in here?’

These are closest to the prompt, which shows up more in tumblr ficlets actually!

Base Notes by Sectumsempra (4k)

Draco is in the potions classroom, brewing something, as Harry reports for detention. ----- He comes close enough to the cauldron – from which smoke now rises in spirals, the surface gleaming like mother of pearl – that this time when he catches the scent, he recognizes it. ”Wait,” he says. ”You're making perfume?” Malfoy looks at him with a raised brow and a strange, lop-sided simper. ”What perfume?” he asks, which seems like an odd question. ”The one you're always wearing, isn't it?” As their eyes meet now, the expression on Malfoy's face, hard to read as it is, makes Harry wish he hadn't spoken. ”No fucking way.”

Stop and smell the roses by regencyaus (4k)

Harry really, really needs to start paying more attention. In his defense, he's been having a very long day. Which is why he runs his mouth before he even thinks about why, exactly, the whole potions classroom would be smelling like Malfoy's stupid cologne. "You're the master of not thinking about things, Potter. Half of your hero moments were due entirely to good timing, a lot of luck, and you doing things you didn't think about." Well, okay, but no need to be rude.

Potions Class by pr0bablyn0body (4k)

Prompt: What if one day everyone was brewing Amortentia and Harry walks in late. Of course, he doesn’t know what they’re brewing and the first thing he says is “Why does the room smell like it’s drenched in Malfoy’s cologne?” And then everyone else, including Draco, just stare at him, until Hermione says, “This is Amortentia Harry, it smells differently to everyone according to what attracts them.” Then Harry just goes really red and kind of squeaks because now everyone knows that he’s in love with Draco.

Wasn't it Obvious? by orphan_account (7k)

“I don’t think you’ve brewed it correctly,” Harry admitted, wrinkling his nose. Draco scoffed, unimpressed, “Potter. Do you really think I would take potions advice from you?” “Well if you think it’s so perfect why don’t you smell it? Oh, wait. You wouldn’t be able to because it reeks of your bloody shampoo!” If either of the two had been more perceptive, they would’ve heard Pansy choke in the background, and notice that they now had the rest of the class's attention--even Snape’s. Draco, clearly irritated, took in a whiff of the potion as well. “Are you nose-blind Potter? How could you expect to smell anything correctly over that horrid cologne?” “W-what?!” Harry squawked indignantly, “What cologne?” === Or, 5 Times Where Harry and Draco are oblivious towards their feelings to one another and one time where they finally understand. (Featuring: Amortentia, Veritasesrum, shared Patronuses, the Mirror of Erised, chaotic trios, and more...)

I have a Love & Lust Potions list from before and I would also add these as involving love potions in a significant way,

The Potion Makes the Rules by SquadOfCats (4k)

When Harry smells Amortentia for the first time in sixth year, he is entranced by the scent: green apples, snow on pine trees, and something else...something seductive and familiar he recognizes, but can't place. Eight years later, when he gets into a fistfight in the middle of the Ministry, Draco Malfoy head-butts him in the face and suddenly Harry knows exactly what he smelled in the potion all those years ago.

Cauldron Full of Hot, Strong Love by @aibidil (80k)

In which a group of wizards' rights activists goes on the offensive after a prohibition against love potions, forcing the magical world to confront the horror of magic's role in sexual assault and the murky legal nature of consent. Ron, Hermione, Harry, and Draco are swept together to solve the case, and in the process they're made to confront their own love and lust—with and without potions.

Lovesick by @corvuscrowned (7k)

People keep spiking Auror Harry Potter with love potions. Healer Draco Malfoy keeps having to pick up the pieces. But it's getting harder and harder for Draco to watch Harry fall in love with everyone except for him.

Save My Wonders by @unmistakablyoatmeal (21k)

Immediately chocolate assaulted Draco’s senses. Warm melted chocolate mixed with his mother’s roses and… something else. Something new. Freshly scrubbed skin and maybe a faint sheen of sweat. It was so familiar… And it only intensified when Potter came up behind him.

A Real Gem by @tackytigerfic (1k)

Falling in love, and not talking about it, and all the nice Amortentia smells.

Passion Cake by @icmezzo (19k)

It’s all about desire. (Harry orders a magically enhanced cake from a chic London bakery, and from there it all goes to hell in a cake tin. Also, will someone please tell Harry what Passion Cake is?)

you, a violent desire by @alpha-exodus (47k)

The Amortentia was an accident—but only the first time.

It Was We Who Were The Cliché (But We Carried On Anyway) by orphan_account (31k)

When the reconciled Black sisters go on holiday together, Andromeda entrusts Draco, rather than Harry, with five year old Teddy Lupin for three weeks. Harry is convinced she made the wrong choice, and he decides the way to fix this is simply to keep turning up at the manor and refusing to leave Draco alone.

The Truth About Love by @amywaterwings (52k)

In which Draco is a high-powered magical divorce lawyer and Harry is the Unspeakable assigned to seduce him. It goes as well as one might expect.

Live to Remember, Remember to Live by @m0srael (19k)

The Department of Magical Law Enforcement has just taken on a new case involving a dangerous experimental potion. Neuromagicologist and Potions Master Draco Malfoy is the one man in Britain who may be able to determine what it does and who’s brewing it. Harry Potter just feels lucky that he gets to tag along.

On the Last Day by @thusspoketrish (53k)

Draco is still mourning the recent loss of his mother when the Wizarding World is struck with the tragic news of Harry Potter’s untimely death. It’s just his luck that Potter not only comes back as a ghost, but seems intent on haunting Draco as he’s the only one that can see him. It’s a race against time to retrace the last few days of Potter’s life in order to find his body before he’s lost to the living or spiritual realm forever. On their journey, they’ll uncover secrets, betrayals, and a horrific truth that will disrupt both the living and the dead.

Haute Allure by @lol-zeitgeistic (12k)

Harry is famous for his menswear now. Malfoy is the inside leg that he loves running his tape measure up.

The Wand Slipped by @unmistakablyoatmeal (35k)

After a messy, public divorce and a disgraceful exit from the Auror Department, Harry is trying to rebuild his life as a private investigator. But when his ex-wife ends up in St. Mungo's, and Harry's tasked with finding her attacker, he'll have to confront the mistakes of his past, and rely on an old enemy, in order to get closure and move on, and incidentally, solve the case.

White Lies by cassisluna (171k)

Draco drinks a potion that makes him know if a person is lying, and Harry, apparently at fault that Draco is this way, is forced to 'help' him with the effects of the potion. For the first time, they deal with each other with no lies to hide behind

Written on the Heart by who_la_hoop (113k)

Harry doesn’t mind that so many Slytherins from his year have returned to finish their NEWTs, really he doesn’t. It’s just – do they have to be so friendly? He’s not prejudiced, really he’s not. It’s just – they’ve got to be up to something, right? Unnerved by the attention he’s attracting from everyone – the Slytherins are the least of it, to be fair – and struggling with a raft of changes to Hogwarts itself, Harry wishes he could be happy that one constant remains: Draco Malfoy really fucking hates him. When he’s hit by an illegal love-spell though, Harry finds he has more to worry about than whether or not Blaise Zabini actually wants to be his friend. For if everyone affected has been blessed – or cursed, by the look on Malfoy’s face – with a magical tattoo revealing the name of their soulmate, what does it mean that Harry’s skin remains completely bare?

#drarry #drarry fic #drarry fic rec #drarry reclist #draco malfoy #drarry fic recs #my recs #fic recs #hpdm #harry potter #amortentia #love potion

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bug-decal-kissing · 6 months

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Hey friends!

All the works I've found for today are NSFW; they will all be below the cut :].

A new work, A Nightmare Is A Wish Left Unsaid by Rachar was published today, with 1/2 Chapters released! It has a rating of Explicit and Rape/Non-Con, with additional tags "Rape/Non-con Elements, Extremely Dubious Consent, Breeding, Cunnilingus, Cum Inflation, self destructive behavior, Mindbreak, Vaginal Gaping, Double Penetration, Vaginal Sex. Size Difference, Bottom Scarab, Biting, Angst, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat"

You can read it here:

Prohibited Wish Oneshots (Pt-Br), by Blue_Fujoshi, was updated today, with 2/? Chapters released! It has a rating of Teen And Up Audiences and No Archive Warnings Apply, with additional tags "ProhibitedWish, Priscrab, Scrabby, I love this nickname, Fanfic, Fanfiction"

You can read it here:

A new work, Wasting Company Time by sparklinggrapesoda, was published today, with 1/1 Chapters released! It has a rating Explicit and No Archive Warnings Apply, with additional tags "Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe - Office, Office Sex, power bottom scarab, Light Dom/sub, Dirty Talk, Established Relationship, Consensual Sex, Trans Scarab, mild spit play, Orgasm Control, not much aftercare, just because i dont usually feel like writing it haha, Semi-Public Sex, Begging, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, light degredation, cock stepping"

You can read it here:

#i woke up today #i went 'time to start on my fic scrounging :]'#and THEY'RE ALL SMUT/nm #my poor little apothiaroace heart is quivering/j #but they're all so wonderfully written that I enjoy reading them :]/lh #prohibitedwish #prohibitedwish fics #a nightmare is a wish left unsaid #prohibited wish oneshots (pt-br)#wasting company time

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henryloverman · 1 year

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I have an idea for a Au/Promt, The Stanley Parable is only one place, with only one Stanley and Narrator, but what if there were multiple Parables, the same Stanley Parable but with different outcomes and characters.

Like all of those Parables are different timelines, with endless possibilities, and all of those timelines are controlled by one single person, Stanley the Time keeper, I got this idea from a YouTube comment, where Stanley and the Settings were the same person, but I have a bit of a twist to it, Stanley the Time keeper came from the future, he knows the truth about the Parable, he saw all the endings, and the epilogue, he remembers everything, unlike the Stanley from the different timelines, he knows they exist.

Stanley the Time keeper or TK-Stanley, he was seen walking from inside Employee 425, the mysterious Stanley look alike. I know some of you might ask, does the Narrator know his existence? Well no, TK-Stanley hides himself from the Narrator, because if he knew TK-Stanley was there, TK-Stanley would have mostly been deleted.

Stanley the Time keeper intervenes with the timelines only a little bit, he mostly observes them, his biggest goal is to end the parable, to kill the Narrator once and for all, but how? You can't exactly kill someone that is only a voice with no body, right? Well, TK-Stanley has been hunting down where the Narrator's hideout is at, he knows that the Narrator has a physical body, but it's quite hard to find where he is, that is why TK-Stanley goes to each timeline, trying to find clues to where the Narrator could possibly be at.

TK-Stanley can't find the Narrator when the Player is around, the Player's existence is unknown, but it is easy to know when they're online, when the Player is online, all places outside the Parable will be prohibited, making it hard to finish TK-Stanley's goal, the only way for the Player to go offline is to let them finish the game, but that doesn't guarantee that they will leave.

So there's 4 main characters here.

Narrator

Stanley

Player

Stanley the Time keeper

The Player's goal is unknown since they don't communicate with anyone except for TK-Stanley, I won't exactly call it communicating since it's just TK-Stanley giving questions and the Player just answering it. The player is from the Real world, the same as the Narrator, but the Player isn't exactly in the Parable, they're using Stanley's body as a puppet, but the Player could not talk. The player stayed inside the Parable for just one person, the Narrator, i could say that the Player is amused by the Narrator's dialogue, which had kept them interested in the game for a long time.

The Player is not one person but multiple people at the same time, they are voices, but only one could move the body, they want to see all the choices they could make before the game is over, but what is stopping them, is it the body they're using not following their orders? Or is it the fact that the game is already over?

Four people with different goals, one is a voice that wants to continue his story, two is an employee who wants to escape, three is an observer who wants to kill one, and four who wants to play the game forever, will the four of them ever meet? will the Narrator find out who the Player is? Will Stanley get his body back??? Will the time keeper get his revenge???

This Prompt/Au is called "Time Parable Au"

Edit: If anybody wants to use this concept, I'm fine with it, not only I'm fine with it, I encourage you to ^^

In this Au, The Player could be in love with the Narrator, but the Narrator loves Stanley, but Stanley loves the bucket >:)

I'm sorry I haven't uploaded for awhile, i'm almost done with my school which means there's a lot of activities and exams to do.

Btw I'm surprised theres no Bucket x Stanley fanfics out there, even Narrator x Narrator lol, I might write one myself ;)

Thank you for reading, and I wish you a nice day ^^

Also THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR 142 FOLLOWERS, I appreciate it so much, thank you :)

#stanley parable #tsp #tspud #the stanley parable narrator #tsp stanley #au #idea #a prompt or au #writing promt #tsp timekeeper #tsp bucket #but its only mentioned #thank you for reading ^^#i wish you a nice day

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captainmeitanteibullet · 5 days

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Okay… so I have an update considering my fanfiction; Power Rangers Neo Savages (Detective Conan/Magic Kaito/Power Rangers Crossover):

I said I’ll update weekly as usual, but my exams schedule changed and my upcoming weeks will be hectic because of studying. So this fic won’t be updating weekly, and I won’t update next week nor the week after. It’s gonna be temporary on hiatus.

Am I abandoning it? No. This fic means a lot to me, because it gave me a chance to express my love to the series with my own hands, and the success of it made me write the one shots. And after receiving nice kudos and comments, I’ve written down ideas I would like to write as a fanfic in the future including DCMK and other fandoms (but I’ll check if it’s prohibited in Islam or not before), getting encouraged to write more. Heck, it gave my maladaptive dreaming a purpose, and I don’t procrastinate with it as before because now my brain knows that this situation is useful for writing only.

During these days, I’ll be editing the chapters for any spelling mistakes, post the notes on AO3 on Wattpad and FFN too. Posting the Tumblr images on Wattpad, and reorganizing the story.

When the idea came to me, it was just the beginning and fights. When I started writing, I had the main ideas of the first 11 chapters. Ch 1-6 were simple to write and they are meant to be simple because it’s just the beginning. And I thought Sunflowers of inferno was gonna be simple, but during planning, I realized, that in order for certain events to happen and characters appear later on, the start must be in Sunflowers chapters such as Ryu x Shiho backstory, Furuya x Masumi Building, Black Organization, and FAUSD.

Also, the chapters will take long because fight scenes aren’t easy to describe, nor is writing from a movie nor an episode directly, that’s why Sunflowers took time.

So in short, I won’t be updating the next two weeks because of the exams (Faculty of Pharmacy is killing me…), and I’ll be updating really slow (or maybe not at all) until mid to end of June (Sorry, Pharmacy Sucks).

Anyways, I’ll leave you with my book cover and AI images of the remaining parents of the Rangers; Hideoyashi Kyogoku, Masaki Kyogoku, Mamuro Hakuba (Yes I changed his appearance, why does everyone in DC get a cool father but Hakuba?), and Serena Hakuba.

Until then, Wish me luck in my exams, and I’ll do my best in writing and editing. If things go well and when a change happens, I’ll inform everyone here on Tumblr.

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crystal13unny · 1 year

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Look, long post here, but I'm really ticked off over this.

We all have our faves, and we all love a well written fanfic. It gives life to characters in multiple ways outside of the normal medium they are presented in. However, not everyone is going to perceive your favorite in the same way you do. They are multifaceted in order to be more real. This is normal and acceptable because not everyone perceives you in the same way. You change and grow and backslide and are different at different stages as well as moments. The you who is having a good day and well fed is not the same you who is tired and hungry and having just watched several people die (By no means wish that experience on anyone).

You won't be perceived the same nor respond the same way each time. There are so many other situations that change up how you respond and allow others to see different facets of you.

You are not the same person you were 5 years ago. There are bits and characteristics of that person there, but you are not the exact same even if you think you are. Self reflection and examination will better allow you to see this, and sometimes you may not see this truly until you are much older. The experiences you go through shape you and make you different from others, but the human connection is there for everyone. We all change, and we all identify different and relatable things to the characters we like or don't like because of our humanity and our experiences.

Writing is an art, and writers are going to showcase things in different ways based upon their own experiences. As an art, not everyone is going to write at the same level, which does not mean they should be prohibited from writing or discouraged. Being mad at someone for not writing a character exactly in the way you perceive them is a shit move. Simply take the moment to appreciate the story they are trying to write, or if you lack that ability, ignore it and move on. Being belligerent towards other writers' interpretation of a character is only going to discourage them and others from attempting to write. It's a dick move and is going to destroy and kill your Fandom faster than any lack of merch, or episodes, books, manga, or other cannon information may come about. It is gate keeping. It is nasty and elitist and ignorant. If you don't enjoy something, don't read it, write your own. Respect the other person's efforts and time, but go on, recognize that you may not see the character from their perspective, but you don't have to because other experiences have brought them to see them in that way. You don't have to enjoy everything, but you also don't have to be a dick and shit on them for their opinion and interpretation. If you insist on doing so, you are part of the problem, and one day, you can look back at an empty Fandom and can thank yourself and others like you for cutting people out. Call out toxic behaviors such as misogynistic or Anti LGBTQ+ or other such horrendous actions. That is holding someone responsible for the right reasons, but not because they portray a character in a way that is OOC. That is just ignorant.

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ivy-arikel · 3 years

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On the Kiasyd

Originally, "Kiasyd" was a term used to describe “any faerie-blooded vampire, whether they had successfully survived the trauma of the Embrace or otherwise been transformed by the touch of faerie”.

From the definition of what constitutes a Kiasyd, a changeling who was Embraced by a vampire would be considered to be a Kiasyd. However, what about its vampire sire? I would argue that should a changeling be Embraced, the Kiasyd would be a mixture of fae and whatever clan its sire belonged to. The reason Kiasyd are considered Kiasyd and not a Kindred from its sire’s clan is because of the social stigma.

These vampires instinctively knew that they did not belong, and most sires immediately disposed of their "freak accidents".

A Kiasyd is unwelcomed in most Kindred society not just because the strangeness of their fae heritage, but because they are of mixed blood– a half-breed, a mongrel. They belong neither in the world of the Kindred nor the Dreaming, the Elphame, the Elfland or whatever one may call the Land of the Fairies. They are liminal creatures who I headcanoned to be fairy-souled and vampire-blooded. Should their sire be tolerant, the childer can both be Kiasyd and a Kindred from their sire’s clan.

Truth to be told, if one look at folklore around the world, there is often an overlap between fairies and vampires. Take, for example, the Baobhan sith of Scottish folklore. If I understand correctly, sith is a term akin to sidhe or aos sí, referring to the fae. Yet, the Baobhan sith can appear as beautiful women who seduce their victims before attacking them and draining their blood, much like traditional vampires.

Moreover, there are certain beliefs in Scottish folklore that blood can act as a substitute for water to the fae. The quote below is from Superstitions of the Highlands and Islands of Scotland by John Gregorson Campbell

“The reason assigned for taking water into the house at night was that the Fairies would suck the sleeper's blood if they found no water in to quench their thirst.”

There is a large overlap between what is vampiric and what is fae. Although fae in Changeling: the Dreaming feed upon the “glamour”, the dreams of mankind, the fae in folklore worldwide have been known to eat human, devour them body and soul no different to what the Kindred are capable of.

Hence, if taking account of real life folklore, I see no reason to separate the Kiasyd from other Kindred of other clans. The majority of the stigma surrounds them is born out of prejudice.

If anything, the Kiasyd are just like any other Kindred from their sire’s clan plus some additional abilities. Whether they can access the disciplines of their sire’s clan depends on how much their sire is willing to teach them (or in the more likely case that their sire abandons them, how much they are able to self-study their disciplines). The additional abilities related to the fae and the Otherworld tends to be innate, although if the Kiasyd have earned the disfavor of Queen of the Fairies or any major local fae then it is possible that they may lose their fae-related boons (much like folklore where those who faces the displeasure of the Queen of the Elphame often find themselves stripped of whatever blessings the Queen may have given them).

And what could the Kiasyd do? Their canon clan discipline is the discipline of Mytherceria. Let’s look at some standard and advanced powers.

Fey Sight (2nd and revised): Sense changelings and fae glamours

Folderol (V20): Determine whether a statement was a lie

Darkling Trickery (2nd): create all sorts of effects that are normally associated with faeries

Fae Sight (V20): Sense any form of magic unrelated to ghosts and undead

Goblinism (2nd): Intuitive direction sense underground; summon goblins to help warp and reshape stone

Aura Absorption (V20): Remove the resonance from an object

Chanjelin Ward: Place symbols that confuse and disorient people

Riddle Phantastique: Speak riddles that make people do nothing but sit and ponder it

These aren’t bad but, in my opinion, they’re very generic.

I agree with Fey Sight (especially the one where it’s not just sensing fae glamours but any magic to do with ghosts because in irl folklore, there is a large overlap between what is fae and what is dead). I agree with being able to tell if a statement was a lie, but what about preventing someone from lying? Something akin to the Zone of Truth spell in D&D? Chanjelin Ward makes sense (look up stories of people being piskie led... not fun). Riddle Phantastique feels random, and so does Goblinism and Aura Absorption.

I propose a few more abilities:

1. Blessings

“ In a tale of one of the seventeenth century women poets of the Hebrides, Nic Iain Fhinn’s faery lover was the source of her poetic skill [...] Poetic talent – imbas – was transferred to her through a kiss before they parted. He had promised to give her song, as well, if she would put her tongue in his mouth. Afraid that he would bite it off, she refused, and so she was able to compose poetry, but not to set it to music.”

— Burying the Poet by Erynn Rowan Laurie

A fairy (lover) can bestow blessings through a kiss. In game mechanics, this can be perhaps an extra dice roll but in my fanfic, I mixed this little bit of folklore with another ability fairies are said to be capable of: healing. To heal with a kiss, to kiss the pain away.

2. Healing

There has been various tales of fairies teaching certain lucky individuals, or witches or cunning women, how to heal. This is why tales of fairy doctors exist.

“The fairy doctors are generally females [...] the women were taught all the fairy secrets and the magical mystery that lies in herbs, and the strange power they have over diseases. So by this means the women became all-powerful, and by their charms or spells or potions could kill or save as they chose ”

— Ancient Charms, Mystic Legends, and Superstitions of Ireland

To harm and to heal, to kill and to save. This is why in my own headcanon, the Salubri loves to Embrace those who are on the way to becoming fairy doctors.

3. Vows and Curses

Those familiar with Celtic folklore may have heard of the geas / geasa. In Liminal Borderlands in Irish Literature and Culture, a gaes has been described as

“an ancient injunction, prohibition or taboo against performing an act, or an obligation to do an act. The breaking of gaesa often results in death."

A rose in the mouth. A thorn in the tongue. Think of the unbreakable curse from Harry Potter. Someone have once described an oath as a self-inflicted curse, and that is what I feel a gaes to be. People may have heard of folklore warning individuals against saying thank you to the Fair Folk (which would lead to us being indebted to them, an unintended obligation) or making a promise with them. A gaes is an oath that can result in death if broken. This fae ability to make promises, sealed with a kiss, plays an important part in my fanfiction.

I have more thoughts I wish to say but this is the gist of it. Fae are awe-inspiring. They are beautiful beyond moral comprehension. They are mercurial, and value their treasures dearly (are you a treasure, my dear?). I find the Kiasyd to be vastly underdeveloped despite the potential they hold.

#vtm headcanon #vampire: the masquerade #kiasyd

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estra-xii · 2 years

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鎖せ ; because of the heart. . . .

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imdreaminadream · 3 years

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The results pt 2 ~ what about it makes you cringe?” Category 3

( - prologue. - part 1 - category 1 - category 2 )

Okay so this is the results to the question in the quiz, What about it makes you cringe. In reference to the questionnaires core subject about smut fanfics.

Also quick psa there will be a part for the results for the other question - “In kpop fics, Korean words i.e. jagiya, seem to be a no no, would you like to elaborate why?”

Now note these particular results are going to be split into 3 posts because I decided to split the results into 3 categories. 1 - Writing Aspects. 2 - Personal Preferences. 3 - Genuine Problems. >This post is category 3<

TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR MENTIONS OF - rape, minors engaging in sex, child pornography, childhood trauma, unsafe bdsm/kinky sex, misogyny?, toxic masculinity? anything else that needs to be tagged message me so I can add them.

DISCLAIMER BELOW. (please read that before continuing)

This is going to be a long post. The responses were very enlightening but please don’t take this as an attack. Consider this more as constructive cheat sheet to good smut writing or just ignore it if you don’t agree with it. Some of this did a bit deep apricate trigger warnings will be put on the appropriate posts but I’m not sorry it got deep fics can also affect real life as much as we wish it were something that didn’t mix in with real life, it does. I’m no official like sex guru or big-time writer, or what ever BUT I did add little advice underneath each answer, which are just a reflection of the people’s answers. Again if you don’t like the sounds of this don’t take it personal and click off.

Genuine problems

Rape territory - There was a common theme of people commenting about what is essentially edging into rape territory. This was talked about with both sexes, where one expresses, they’re not in the mood but the other just continues to make advances on them until they end up having sex. Everyone who spoke about it mentioned it comes across as coercive or forceful (which would be dubious consent, but I personally know how no one tags it as that because they don’t realize.) something that makes them immediately stop reading and knocks an author’s credit in their eyes. When a character is crying as though they’re not enjoying it, but the sex doesn’t stop and there is not safe word that is used.

No advice for this just use common sense.

Lack of tags which indicate trigger/content warnings - This only came up a handful of times but considering its importance I added it in here to talk about. The comments about it were straight forward as is the topic. Some authors aren’t tagging their work appropriately and it’s actually quite dangerous. You tag your work for a reason to let people know what is involved in it before they read, tagging everything is crucial. If something isn’t tagged you risk the reader, at the very least, the reading but then feeling discontent because it had something in they don’t like to read. Then at the worst you risk people’s mental health, you risk them having panic attacks, anxiety attacks because their trigger was in your fic but they didn’t know because it wasn’t tagged for them to see and know not to read because it could trigger them.

Advice for this is to bold things which you know for sure are sensitive topics, and make sure to tag everything in your damn fucking tag section. You risk people having panic attacks when you don’t tag your work right and they read your work only to find out it has their trigger included in it being blindsided because after reading your shitty tags they didn’t know but you put it in there. Also please don’t just tag smut, tag everything included in that smut because something works are tagged smut and then next thing you know person b is being choked, clothes cut by a knife, restrained with rope, told they’re a slut/whore.

They’re a minor - This also only came up a handful of times, not because people don’t care but probably because they don’t commonly come across it enough however this is incredibly important topic even outside of what about smut makes you cringe. This shouldn’t be a problem, as in it shouldn’t be happening as the people who commented, me and all of you know. They’re a minor, under 18, they’re technically still considered child in the law’s eyes anything sexual about them, like writing smut about them would be considered child pornography. “Things that persons under 18 are prohibited from doing - being depicted in pornographic materials.” No one even cares about “but I’m the same age as them uwu.” It still doesn’t make it right so don’t try and use excuses. Also, the minute a person turns 18 if your first thought is oh, I can write smut about them or request someone to write it for me please just leave that’s like preying on them as though you counted down till they were 18 and now the only value you see in them is for sex.

Mine and everyone else’s advice DON’T FUCKING DO IT.

Also, to note I don’t know what the official rules are for age swapping so like writing an adult person as a minor and depicting them in smut materials, to cope with your trauma, would anyone be open to talking to me about it, like educating me? There has just been this sudden wave more fics being, it’s okay to write adult that I made a child in my fic engaging in sexual content because it helps me cope with my trauma. It just seems everyone’s started saying that and I don’t know how many are being genuine or using it as an excuse or gone with the flow treated it like a trend. Not to be rude just genuinely how legit is this? How many people who write it have genuinely experienced that trauma? P.s if you have experienced that trauma, I am genuinely so sorry and know I am not disrespecting or invalidating your trauma I promise.

Female Characters/misogyny? - Now what this means is everyone expressed how they hate the constant portrayal that it only takes seconds for a female to reach an orgasm and she already wet to go like some kind of tap. They also highlighted a big problem with constantly painting the female as this innocent, dainty, dumb, naïve, shy, small, little girl. Women have brains too; women can give as good as they get and aren’t these shy naïve little playthings. All women have different personalities, the stereotypes about women in fics I’ve seen through the answers, and myself in fics, to my questionnaire is upsetting everyone. And you can see why, is it not bad enough we are subjected to misogyny and stereotyped in real life but now we have to see it in fics too. It genuinely does make people stop reading, it makes them cringe as the answers have suggested. One person mentioned this in their response, and I feel it should also be included, “y/n is absolutely okay with everything being done to her.” This isn’t something we should ever hear. This category feels like the right category to mention it so just consider their words, consider why that makes them cringe at smut writing that includes that.

To everyone the advice is a no brainer when you look at the responses. Make sure that the female character is actually getting turned on like into the mood before even thinking about mentioning that she is wet. And consider that a lot of statistics and personal experiences of other women stating it’s not all that easy to orgasm during sex, and not typical for her to come before the male, so make it sound like it’s worth the female characters while not that they do it for 3 minutes and suddenly she is coming.

Please also STOP with the constant bullshit of stereotyping of women as exampled above. If you like to feel small or submissive or whatever in the bedroom and you express that in your fics I get you but that does not mean you have to portray the female character as dumb, naïve, small, weak like for the love of god spice it up a bit, make her powerful, clever, with personality etc.… being in charge of her own body, knowing about her body, and what she wants and how to get it.

Btw no one is saying it’s not okay to be shy and that before you come in here like “why are you shaming shy, or small girls or dd/lg kink,” it’s not that I can assure you. We’re talking about the stereotype of it that is used to make the women seem more pliable for the man to control essentially not the genuine personalities/kinks people have.

Very passive sub female reader and overly dom male - Now many people spoke how an over macho dom male, and a passive - made out like they’re dumb, submissive female is a dynamic that is making them cringe now. It’s not a dynamic they care for anymore, and I agree with them especially considering the issues it brings about. “ Whenever the female reader is extremely passive and shy/flustered whereas the idol/character is extremely assertive/condescending/dominating/leading everything in comparison.” There is a personal preference to this yes# people acknowledged this, however when talking about this dynamic they further explained the issues with it. Overly passive female has already been touched on but to reiterate the replies insinuated they’re sick of seeing women in fics treated how they are in real life essentially – like some dumb little girl. One person said, “I like when the girl can give as good as she gets, though that’s just my preference.” So, like what has been discussed before this portrayal of females it absolute bullshit and needs to fucking stop being such a constant portrayal. (mind break is different so don’t start)

Then for the male side of things it’s enforcing the stereotype men are macho an alpha male, they don’t have feelings they just think with their dick and have all grr I’m super toxically manly do you ever lift bro, I’m so strong, I get all the bitches, fuck all the girls, the have control over the passive female and not in a consenting way, in an entitled way. Which no, they can have feelings, they can be softer more feminine all whilst still identifying as a man. They can be submissive just as much as a anyone else, they can be a switch or just a dom that isn’t this macho, macho, man. They can be needy, loving, caring, in touch with themselves, their feelings and everything the female character is made out to be, apart from dumb, naïve and weak of course, yano all those negative things any gender and non-gender people want to be associated with. If the guy wants to get railed by the female and be the sub in the dynamic of male x female, then fair enough let it happen there isn’t nothing wrong with it.

All in all, it’s okay for males to be more feminine than masculine and females more masculine than feminine. It’s okay to portray that in fics genuinely. I wouldn’t say I have any advice for this other than the obvious no more macho man and passive females.

Use of Korean words. - If you’re not a Korean person don’t think you’re in the right to argue about this. The Korean people have spoken up and you will listen and respect them. Know this is an important topic, however there will be a separate post for this, so I’ll keep this bit short to then expand on more in the separate post. Just wanted to make you the reader aware that this is an issue. It’s not okay to be treating noona, unnie and oppa like a kink if you are not Korean, or have Korean heritage. The people who are Korean so kindly explained, it was a normal word for them like just another part of their culture until bad egg kpop fans got their hands on it and they have now sexualized it to the point where some Korean people do not feel comfortable to even use it without thinking of the sexual connotation it has now been given.

Now like I said I will talk further about that and more, to do with the use of Korean words in fics, in another post, I don’t already have that post drafted so it might take a while to get out and post. However in that time I’m gladly open to hearing more people who are Korean and have Korean heritage, views on this. Or if you too have experience with a word from your language having been taken from being an innocent word to now having a sexual connotation as well because of people not from your country/culture having given it that sexual meaning. It could be helpful to further emphasis the point about the Korean words but also show overall no matter the language/country that it’s making the people of that country/culture uncomfortable.

Also I hope it doesn’t come across like I’m trying to speak over Koreans. If anything i want to be helpful more than a hinderance. This was something that was spoken about on the questionnaire so I’m just writing what the Korean people have expressed about it in the questionnaire. I want to be able to give their voices from the questionnaire a platform and shed light on this situation, with them.

Also can I ask if gender is a factor in this as well? I’ve seen on tiktok where some Korean guys like being called oppa but I’m not sure if that's in a respectful light or a sexual light, if they were being sarcastic for the Korea-boos or? but i have never seen women say they like being called noona in a way that comes across as a turn on? So can anyone comment on that? send me anons pls.

Too much degradation - Of course everyone who has mentioned this has said it is quite a personal preference thing, the acknowledge that it’s a kink not for everyone. Although on the flip side them relentlessly mentioning it give the feel that it’s becoming more of a problem and less of it’s okay it’s not everyone’s cup of tea. You see they exampled “bitch, slut, whore.” It’s so commonly used, and they even said how they’re finding it not tagged majority of the time, so seeing that surprisingly in the fics constantly it makes them cringe but it’s not a type of thing one can get over it’s apparent it’s becoming a slight problem. It begs the question how much degradation is too much, why is it constantly being used in fics? Does everyone love labeling the female y/n a bitch, whore, slut? Why is the male y/n never called a slut as much as female y/n? Do females have more of a degradation kink than men?

I can’t think of any advice to give based on the feedback, apart from obviously add it to your tags that there is a lot of degradation but it there is anything anyone else wants to add on this topic feel free to re-blog with your take or send me anons.

Describing features on a y/n fic - A few people have mentioned this, and I categorized it as a problem because well it is because not only does it make them cringe in smut fics but also in normal fics and poc feel oppressed in yet another way. When it’s written as y/n it’s supposed to allow the reader to insert themselves into the fic to imagine themselves in there, yet it’s not always done like that. As one of the responses said, it seems authors like that tend to project themselves or their ideal selves onto y/n physical feature wise. More often than not as the responses have indicated y/n is portrayed as cis female, white, blonde, blue eyes, other physical traits such as breast size, dick size body type, height and hair length are portrayed too, which pulls the readers out of imagining because they’re being told they have features they don’t. It’s especially bad for poc because their race never gets portrayed in fics, so it gives the message white race is the most favorable and we already know how racist the world is no need to bring it into fics either unknowingly or purposely.

Moral of the story, stop racism, end it. Go educate yourself.

Moral of the story, in regard to fics, well don’t describe y/n thoroughly. Instead leave it as vague as possible, I mean it’s not even needed to know what eye colour y/n has when they’re in the middle of getting railed.

Quick intermission to just say make sure you tag what gender and pronouns y/n has for your fic, so people are fully aware what y/n they’re getting in this fic.

Nor do we need to know what skin colour they have, it can easily be mentioned that a character is touching y/n’s body without saying they have milky skin indicating they’re white. It is very possible to not give y/n a race. Also, height, keep height out of it don’t describe it because not everyone is 5’2. (hello yes, I’m 5’10 so imagine me reading character a of height 5’8 towering over me, I mean maybe if they wear heels yes but otherwise no.) Similarly, don’t ever describe body types, you can say an outfit flatters a person’s figure without describing it, people can have sex without their body being specifically described i.e., slim figure, toned shapely legs. Please understand that by not describing y/n you’re helping to contribute to racism, and these wacky beauty standards that are already being forced onto us in the real world never mind the fictional world.

Lack of safe word - Following on from kinks not being portrayed correctly there is the issue of lack of safe word. Now this is something that again didn’t come up quite a lot but that doesn’t mean it’s not an issue. Some are writing fics where one of the people involved, are being railed to high hell and it’s kinky as fuck or you’re writing a BDSM specific fic. Which is okay we are not judging or shaming but it’s concerning how with all this type of sex being had there is no even slight mention of the pairing having a safe word which is has the name would imply really important. It is there to keep the people participating in this kinky sex safe, without that it’s really harmful. Now if you think oh but writing in the discussion of safe words is really unsexy, especially when I’m just trying to make the characters fuck really kinky, then please go educate yourself. Safe words are incredibly sexy when you know it means you get to have bomb ass kinky sex but know that you can also have boundaries that should and will be respected, and a word or system i.e. traffic light system, to pause or stop when ever you need to in order to keep the kinky sexy safe.

The obvious advice is to incorporate consent and knowledge of safe word in your fic. It can be as simple as writing that the characters stop a minute for person a saying to person b you know your safe word. And then writing a small mini paragraph of person b feeling even more in love and/or turned on because their boundaries are being respected. Then you just carry on with writing the smut. You can imply easily that they have a safe word, that it’s been discussed, therefore they’re gong to be safe, respected and made to feel good.

Also, I know there are some people out there who are, a bit unsure on writing a fic in which one person uses their safe word. This is your friendly supportive message to just do it, don’t be afraid of what others think, do it for you it’s something great to write. There are many different ways you can go with it, so you do it if you want to 😊.

Honorable mentions of things that make the people cringe.

(Not a problem just as we are at the end of this category I figured I’d put honorable mentions. disclaimer again, these are other people’s comments from the questionnaire. You are entitled not to agree with them however do not attack me as some have been doing.)

fetishize people’s gender or race/ethnicity

uneducated use of other cultures to make it look authentic

Use of the word plum when they mean plump. One’s a fruit/colour, the other means having a full rounded shape.

PICK ME Y/N (we all know the type)

Stereotypes of all kinds. Of people, phrases, troupes etc.….

Written in a way it sounds monotone. i.e., “He did this, he did that, I did this.”

When all y/n does during a smut scene is whine. There are other synonyms people.

infantilization of y/n. stop making me feel like the person who the fic is about, is a nonce.

y/n is constantly oh so innocent. Like they can be a virgin don’t get it wrong. BUT we all know 9 times out of 10 y/n reads fanfic so they ain’t innocent.·

no refractory period.

try hard humour in the middle of smut.

terrible euphemisms

proper unrealistic dick sizes

adding in smut into a plot where it doesn’t fit

try hard

more to come potentially?

END OF CATERGORY 3

(Feel free to discuss in comments, in my messages or send anons or anything like that if you want.)

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camuslittlesister · 2 years

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‘Tis the Season for Smut 2.0 Content Creation Challenge II

Dec 3rd

Hello hello. I’m not too happy with today's fic but I’m trying to hold myself accountable to self-imposed deadlines and this was the prompt I picked for everyone’s favourite kuudere (OK, mine).

To recap for those who didn't read fanfic no 1 (which is here if you want it), we are in the Hakuoki AU of Sweet School Life with my dream of Hijikata x Iba about to come true even if it’s 300 years and a gender swap later *_____* The teachers of Hakuo Academy are all on a paid holiday in a Kazama-owned ski resort in Hokkaido (my headcanon for that family is the Sohma in Furuba, basically), 4 parallel universes Amnesia-style. The irony of the location is not lost on me, in fact it was on purpose.

Prompt: “Kiss me under the mistletoe.”

Ship: Toshizo Hijikata x OC

CW: Just Hijikata being Hijikata, it couldn’t get more vanilla than that

"So...Miss Iba...you were raised abroad, right? Is Christmas really different there?" Hijikata asked the young woman next to him. She turned away from the plane window towards him, the morning sun making her glow almost like a vision of a supernatural being, at least in his poetic imagination: "It's more family-oriented...people don't really do Christmas dates, although they have this tradition that if you find yourself under the mistletoe with someone you have to kiss them..." he couldn't see the expression in her eyes behind the sunglasses, but the hint of a smirk on her lips was almost a challenge. It was like she was saying "Kiss me under the mistletoe". Hijikata had no doubt his feelings were reciprocated: she had never hidden them, although she had never made them known openly either. It was like she knew what was on his mind and didn't want to push him. Her consideration was something he loved about her. The pilot announcing the imminent landing saved him from the rest of that conversation, as the group moved on to planning the day ahead. They wouldn't be alone until that evening at the resort's Christmas party. Harada, Sanan, and Nagakura had soon vanished to try and chat up a group of young women on holiday together, and Hijikata guessed they might have known he wasn't going to try and pick up another woman when Miss Iba was there. He excused himself to head for the bar as a way to stall having to hold a conversation with her outside of school, knowing she'd say he needed to live a little if he ever fell back on a teacher's topic, but he knew he couldn't avoid her forever. He returned to her side, she was grinning like the Cheshire cat: "Look what I've found". She tilted her head and he knew even without looking that she had schemed to be under the mistletoe. He blushed and took a sip of his drink to calm his nerves, looking around to see if any of their colleagues were able to see them, before wrapping his arms around her waist. "Those heels look painful but I can see the point" he commented, as he broke the kiss sooner than he wished to because he feared being seen. "They are totally worth it" she smiled and, with a final peck on his lips, broke the embrace, going back to acting like such a passionate moment had never happened. Dinner was served, and they rejoined the group at their table, no one any wiser about Hijikata's inner turmoil. Before that kiss it was easy enough to push down his feelings because they worked together and, even if there was no outright prohibition to school romances, the standard to which he held himself did not allow him to date a colleague, but now he just wanted to swallow her whole and just be one with her. He couldn't sleep when, later that night, they returned to their chalet. "The stars sure look beautiful tonight" he had been so lost in his thoughts he didn't notice her approaching him until she spoke up. She was leaning backwards on the rail of the terrace, a thick knit cardigan loosely draped on a nightgown that left little to the imagination. "You're not playing fair", he thought to himself, swallowing hard. "You should go back inside, you'll catch your death of cold wearing just that" he told her once he collected himself. "Or you could share half of that blanket with me..." she replied, pushing herself up as if to go back to her room "we're not at school for 10 more days, we're just Toshizo and Kikuzuki here..." she walked away."Wait" he nearly shouted, grabbing her wrist with a sense of urgency he had never known before "It's just...I'm not like that...I can't just go back to being colleagues if we cross any more lines...""I'd hate to transfer schools but if that's what it'd take to be with you then consider my resignation letter written already" her smile was tinted with bitterness and, finally, she walked away. Neither knew how much time had passed when he knocked on her door, capturing her in his arms as soon as she appeared in the gap. He kissed her fervently, closing the door behind him and pushing her all the way to the bed without once breaking their contact. She wasted no time unbuttoning his shirt, the rest of their clothes following like they both knew they had wasted months worth of time already. "Are you sure you're OK with this?" he asked her, looking down at her with a soft smile hiding just how nervous he was. She swept his hair away from his face: "You look like I should be asking you. I'm yours, no regrets."He thrust himself in her, taking a moment to process the feeling of her clenching around him like she was scared he'd change his mind and didn't want to let him go. He lowered himself on his forearms like he was trying to tell her he was going nowhere, and she laced her fingers in his to let him know she understood. It was like a gentle dance, as if they were stalling for as long as possible to make up for how long it took them to get there, but in the end the hunger for each other became overwhelming. He kept holding her even long after they were both satisfied, doting on her almost as much as he did while pleasing her: "For the records, your resignation was not accepted." "I can live with that" she replied, sealing the deal with a kiss that ignited the fire in them once more.

#’tis the season for smut #’tis the season for smut content creation challenge

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sooibian · 3 years

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content creator year in review

tagged by my babies @j-pping and @sooghostwriter !! 💗

first creation and most recent creation of 2020:

they’re both bobohu fluffy one shots smh Like Father, Like Daughter and Trespassing is Prohibited! though dad!baek is not my first creation of 2020, it is the first long-ish fic of the year, i think. the most recent one was for exo-l secret santa and i absolutely looooved writing it!

one of your favorite creations from 2020:

hands down Flambé! there’s this inexplicable connection i feel with the characters. the writing process made me feel their emotions and..lol this may sound weird but i want the people in this fictional world to always be happy!! chef!Soo will always hold a special place in my heart.

a creation you’re really proud of:

Dittany. it’s my first ever long oneshot..it was something that i never thought i could write. very grateful to the friends who helped me out with the process!!

a new style you tried this year and a gifset/fic that uses it :

i’m a 90% crack-fluff writer haha but with The Spy Who Loved Me i explored darker themes of thriller and drama and the whole spy x assassin dynamic. Twist of Fate allowed me to dive into the suspense genre. i was really wary of writing something that dreary and explicit but it was, thankfully, well received.

a creation that took you forever:

the romani au that i’m working on now..i tear it apart little by little everyday and Dittany...Dittany was this whole process of pushing boundaries, really.

your creation from 2020 that received the most notes:

Like Father, Like Daughter

a creation you think deserved more notes:

it’s always been more about reader-writer interaction than a number at the bottom of the creation. i wish to do better in terms of reaching out to my readers in 2021 :)

a new fandom you joined and a creation you made for it:

still exu <3 we are one!

a creation you made that breaks your heart:

that would be Forget Me (Not). i wrote it for bbh and it deals with grief and loss. i also cried after finishing Flambé because i knew how i’d miss that world :<<<

a ‘simple’ creation that you really love:

‘simple creations’ is my entire masterlist but there’s hardly anything that i love on there eeeeek. the answer would be...uhhh...lets see.. Little Miss Byun? i've always been close to my father and this dad!baek is kinda inspired by him :D

a creation that was inspired by another one:

there was a comment on AFF actually which sparked some ideas so there might be a continuation to Twist of Fate in the offing!

a favorite creation created by someone else:

there are SO many amazing fanarts and fanfics that blew me away! when time permits i’ll rb this post with links to some of my absolute faves!

some of your favorite content creators from the year:

i followed a bunch of new people this year and they’re all insanely talented. thank you, thank you, thank you for making my 2020 brighter. you all inspire me to do better everyday and i’m so glad to have met you! i hope we get to interact more in 2021 and continue to celebrate exo for a long, long time to come 💗💖💕💗💞💓💘

much love to all of you ~ @vampwrrr @xui-n-soowillbethedeathofme @leewalberg @changshapatrol @his-mochi-cheeks @j-pping @kyungseokie @jenmyeons @sooghostwriter @thedeviousdo @riajae @shaalk @byuls-stuff @you-did-well-moon @jaeyoonurl @mel-loves-kdramas @is-that-baekhyuns-shirt @ninibears-erigom @yeolville @amyeonzing @bikeryeollie @rosetvler @xiusoomygod @saintloey @diveinthebluewithyou @hanguangjunmyeon @bacon-notbaekhyun-jaehyun-mingyu @xiuminscheeks @heartcravings @werejusttouchingeachother @exosmuttytalk @smooshdelia @yeagerluvr @mmmhs @bbyunz @ohsenhun @heartcravings @pororodks

and for good measure, a couple more creations of yours that you love:

Homebodies for the warm fuzzies, Freed BUT you must first read Sweet Lies, come and scream with @changshapatrol and me about it Heal for soft angst Nini and Quiet Like Love because we love an angsty Soo :<

tagging: everyone mentioned in this post✨

#tag games #this is a far better year end review than the one i'm working on irl lol

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kickingitwithkirk · 3 years

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Greetings From Austin

Pairing: Alpha!Jensen Ackles x Alpha!Jared Padalecki x Omega!OFC

Summary: Jensen and Jared are at odds over a monumental decision that changes their lives in a way they couldn’t have envisioned.

Word Count: 2616

Warnings: a/b/o, homophobia, bisexuality, biphobia, angst, cursing, self doubt, depression/anxiety, medical stuff, sexual dysfunction, infertility

*additional warnings to be added in future parts.

A/N: Here we go again with one my weird as hell dreams, series Inspired by this art.

A/N II: There is no intentional hate or malevolence intended towards any of the Ackles or Padalecki families. This is a purely fictional piece containing real and created persons/names/events set in the fictional A/B/O verse. Some dates/events altered to fit story.

*no beta-all mistakes are mine

*divider by @writeyourmindaway

*images found online

Prologue

Austin, TX

Mid July

“Babe,” Jensen softly says in a low voice to the person seated next to him in the waiting room, “Babe,” he says a bit louder, still getting no response. Leaning close, he blows into their ear.

Jared starts, his “what” muffled by the finger he’s been chewing on.

“You know you can’t do that, don’t want you getting sick.” Taking his hand Jensen pulls it away from his pretty pink lips, gently caressing the finger. Jared had finally stopped chewing on his hands when Covid-19 became widespread.

“Where’s your gum?” Jared bite his lip not answering.

Sighing, Jensen shifts retrieving his pack and hands a piece to him. “What’s got you masticating again?” He inquires as Jared pops the stick in his mouth.

Jared chews the gum nervously weighing how to answer the question knowing Jensen won’t accept anything less than the whole truth. “What if something goes wrong again because of me.”

Jensen’s brow furrowed. He learned years ago that while their relationship is one of equals, he had to be lead Alpha when Jared’s mental state overwhelmed him as it had the last few weeks.

***

After the public announcement in March 2019 that season fifteen would be Supernaturals last, they had agreed when finished with the pickups they would take an extended break, return to Austin and concentrate on their marriage.

Jared intended to stop acting indefinitely, pursuing other interests and Jensen wanted to concentrate on his music.

Of course, things didn’t quite end up how they planned.

Jared entered negotiations to star in the Walker, Texas Ranger reboot, along with being an executive producer. Jensen got a call from Kripke wanting him for the role of Soldier Boy in The Boys third season.

But by March of 2020, everything came to a halt thanks to the Corona-virus.

The shutdowns left Supernaturals final two episodes with no definitive filming date and their seemingly never ending last season put their other projects on hold.

For the first time in years they had the luxury of a leisurely schedule, not having to be somewhere on a timetable, they could communicate with friends and family uninterrupted, deal with their other businesses, charities, etc, leaving most days free to enjoy being together without constraint.

But even amazing, awesome, vigorous sex on every horizontal/vertical surface that could support the two big Alphas only filled so many hours and like many couples, they started getting each others nerves and looked for other ways to stay occupied.

By late May, Jared was unable to sleep or eat, even going out of the house became a chore. When he hit a consecutive fourth day in bed, Jensen bodily dragged him into the bath for a desperately needed shower and loaded him in his truck driving to his doctor's.

Upon checking in they were told patients only allowed in the facility. Jared started panicking, saying he was having chest pains and couldn’t breath. He was rushed in with Jensen hot on their heels after morphing into an overprotective Alpha mate no one was stopping.

Jared’s doctor deduced with the lock-downs prohibiting him from his routine checkups and periodic adjustments needed to his medications triggered this episode.

The first step was to wean him off his current prescriptions and change to a newly approved, alternative regime. He was checked in a facility for ten days under observation while detoxing off his meds.

His therapist switched his twice weekly tele-counseling sessions to daily for the foreseeable future and Kodas certification as an emotional support animal was approved. His progress was slow but he was returning back to his sweet natured, big hearted, exceptionally tactical, overgrown puppy self.

When the surprise call from the clinic came a few days ago about an appointment opening, Jensen initially didn’t want it, still in his overly excessive protective Alpha mode. Jared’s outburst made him relent, fearing they were on a collision course for a major setback if he didn’t.

And Jensen, being Jensen, went overboard to ensure the appointment was absolutely private.

Part I

Jared was about to speak when a woman in scrubs called out, “Mr. Bonham and Mr. Page.” they got up crossing over to her, “Hello, I’m Sissy, Dr. Rodgers nurse, please follow me.”

They pass through the doorway leading through a maze of halls like that of any other medical clinic except this one specialized in a very specific service.

The nurse opens a door near the back of the clinic gesturing for them to enter the spacious office, “Please have a seat, the doctor will be with you shortly.” She closed the door and they sat down in the pair of chairs directly in front of the large, dark mahogany desk.

Jensen, scenting Jared’s nervousness, lifts his right hand kissing his palm, making him chuckle at the tickle of Jen’s soft beard before twining their fingers together and setting them on his left thigh, smiling reassuringly.

There was a brief knock before the door opened and an older, silver haired Beta entered. “Hello, I’m Dr. Rodgers, how are we doing today?” He asks, moving to his chair behind the desk.

Jared gave him a tight smile and Jensen remained placid.

The doctor raises an eyebrow, “Relax Mr. Page, this is just a visit to go over the paperwork before deciding about how we proceed, not the Spanish Inquisition.” Jared releases his held breath but couldn’t completely calm himself.

“I know the process can be overwhelming but I must ask, is there something we’ve done to make you uncomfortable?” Dr. Rodgers inquires.

“No, everyone’s been really nice, very professional. It’s just we..we had issues the first time we attempted to do this.” Jared finished his sentence quietly, in the recess of his mind; something bad is gonna happen and it’ll be my fault.

Jensen squeezes his hand tighter, instinctively sensing Jared’s mind was trying to spiral again, “When tried this before someone leaked our plans to the media. It wasn't ever proven the clinic was involved but...”

“We do everything possible to keep our clients anonymity protected here. All of our staff have been thoroughly vetted and sign NDA, given your professions, you're familiar with how they work. Your real identities will remain completely confidential, even if you choose to not proceed. It is why you chose this particular clinic, yes?”

“Yes, it is.” Jensen replied.

“How about we get this bit of paperwork out of the way, then we can have a more relaxed visit. I’ve gone over the applications you both submitted and have noted a few discrepancies in the medical section that need clarification before we proceed,” He opens the top file, “Mr. Bonham, why did you omit Genu Varum from your medical history?”

Jensen kept his expression neutral as he felt his stomach automatically clench. He had been mercilessly teased throughout his childhood about his bowed legs by his older brother Josh and later his buddies from school when they’d come over to hang out. By the time he was in high school Jensen’s extraordinary looks and personality were what got people’s attention first. Nowadays, many a fanfic waxed poetic about those bowed legs.

“The questionnaire inquired about inherited genetic medical conditions and since mine isn’t, I didn’t think it was necessarily applicable.” Jared hears an edge creeping into Jensen’s voice and gives their tangled fingers a quick squeeze.

“Did you see an orthopedist and were they able to determine what caused the condition? Did they suggest any surgical procedures or therapies to straighten your legs?”

“I was born a preemie, the orthopedists my parents consulted decided my condition was attributable to that.” Jensen replies tersely, dropping his vocal range. Jared gripped his hand harder, telling him to cool the attitude. “The doctor didn’t recommend surgery but sent me to physical therapy, thought it would help them straighten as I grew.”

“So no others in your immediate family have this issue?”

“Everyone my family has straight legs, including my three children.”

Jared piped in, “He hates it but he does have an exercise regimen; stretching, strength training. Oh, he also takes several different vitamins, omega oils, turmeric and extra vitamin D to support his joints.” They watched the doctor scribble a few more notes in the file before closing it.

“Mr. Page,” Jared sits up straighter in his chair, “I appreciate that you went into detail about your mental health status. I see you’ve recently been hospitalized, your medications have been changed to an alternative regiment and you’ve also increased your therapy sessions?”

Jared’s interview continued for another twenty minutes as Dr. Rodgers questioned him in depth about his depression and anxiety, feeling said anxiety ratcheting up so he focused on Jensen’s thumb rhythmically moving over his hand and used every ounce of his acting skills to appear confident and in control.

Dr. Rodgers closed his file, “I only have a few general questions left then we can discuss how you wish to proceed.”

After a more relaxed, genial conversation with the doctor, Sissy took them to a couple private rooms with paraphernalia to help stimulate them into producing a couple semen samples.

Jensen was getting close to finishing with his favorite spank-bank fantasy when he felt Jared’s frustration across their bond.

~~~

Jared couldn’t get aroused.

He felt as useless as his flaccid cock.

His doctor warned him that loss of sex drive could be a possible side effect of his new regiment until his body adjusted to it. He had struggled with temporary impotence a few times on his old meds, always fearful Jensen would finally see him as undesirable, no longer a satisfactory mate.

Rationally, he knew it was his illness causing these exceptionally hard to deal thoughts recently and the nagging idea this wasn’t the right thing for them to attempt again continually kept creeping in.

Jensen’s unspoken reluctance about having more children at his age was also weighing on his conscience, warring against his own biological longings.

They had a humongous argument when he told Jensen about taking the appointment. Jen thought this was the wrong time to attempt it again, pointing out he was just getting his equilibrium back setting Jared went off on a rant about how he no longer wanted him and would leave him like Genevieve had because he was too broken to deal with anymore.

Unmitigated anguish was written across Jensen’s beautiful features, the very notion that Jared could conceivably believe that he’d ever abandon him made his soul hurt in such a way no verbal language on earth could ever express his devastated feelings traveling across their bond.

***

Everything they’d been through; from that bar fight solidifying their friendship, Jared’s first breakdown, the years of living as roommates while secretly a couple to finding wives who understood their unique relationship and still married them both in 2010.

The joyous arrival of JJ three years later that unfortunately exacerbated Genevieve's frustration of not being able to conceive coming out with a vengeance at Jared. His unexpected breakdown in Switzerland was the final nail in their marriage. Gen was there for him but in the end it was all too much and she filed for divorce.

Shortly after, Jared’s iCloud account was hacked. It was believed, but never conclusively proven, that Gen was behind it since her lawyer was trying to break their prenuptial agreement, the videos documenting his private and explicit sexual relationship with Jensen were legally considered adulterous. In the end, the court upheld the legal document but the ramifications...

They were summoned to L.A. for the meeting from hell with WB executives, both convinced it was the end of Supernatural and their careers.

After the reaming out, they each received a weeks pay suspension to cover some of what it was gonna cost PR in time and money to deal with the inevitable repercussions and placate the show's sponsors.

How would the show’s fans react? Would they still be able to accept them as brothers only on TV while in real life they were involved in a highly stigmatized relationship?

When they returned to work there was an atmosphere of tension that hadn’t existed before. It was an open secret that all shows had their share of bitchiness and backstabbing behind the scenes. Jensen may have the thicker skin, keeping tighter control on his emotions, but Jared knew it hurt him just as deeply the loss of some of their friends because of prejudicial, social beliefs that two Alpha males shouldn’t be involved.

Jensen’s parents showed up unexpectedly in Vancouver a few weeks later. What started out as a not quite comfortable visit quickly deteriorated with his religiously conservative parents. They had not raised him like this and blamed Jared, saying he had corrupted him, leading him into a sinful lifestyle. He needed to repent and return to his wife to whom he had made a commitment before god.

Jensen blew up, replying it was none of their business, it was between them and oh, yeah, Danneel knew about them before marrying him and they better not say anything to her. Without another word his parents left. When he later called them to make amends, his mother coolly stated that he was no longer part of their family and to never contact them again.

Three months after the twins were born in 2016 came the finalization of Jensen’s divorce from Danneel, painful but congenial. They easily agreed on joint custody and still spent most holidays together. Jensen gave Dani financial security in their settlement, he wanted to make sure she didn’t have to worry about working again unless she wanted to.

All these years later, Jared continually has nagging thoughts that they had let everybody down. They received support when they publicly came out as bisexual then lost some of it when they married, being mocked for not coming out as gay.

***

There was another knock at the door and Jared ignored it, it was that nurse checking on his lack of progress again. The knock turned into pounding, “Jared, open this door now dammit!” He flinched realizing Jensen knew what was going on with him. Releasing the privacy latch and opening the door a crack he saw concerned green eyes only.

“Sorry, I thought you were that nurse,” he stepped away and sat back down as Jensen came in and re-latching it behind him. “She came to get me when you stopped answering,” Jensen said, walking over to him and started running his thick fingers through his husband’s long hair, “what’s going on babe?”

He glances up knowing that Jensen already knew, “It’s okay Jay, take as long as you need.” He paused at the unpleasant scent wafting around him. “If you’d be more comfortable we could do this at home…” Jared shakes his head, “There’s the risk of damage, contamination and or not able to get it back in time that could make the semen unusable.” Jared quotes from a website.

Jensen softly chuckled, “Nerd.”

Jared notices the bulge in his jeans, “You didn’t...”

“Drain the snake..choke the chicken..spank the monkey.”

“Fuck, okay, you didn’t! Stop using old man slang.” He shook his head smiling at Jensen intentionally goading him.

Jared reached up for the hand playing in his hair, grasping it to draw Jensen down next to him.

“Jack, I don’t want to wait any longer on doing this. I love JJ and the twins, you know I do, but they'll always be yours and Danneels. I know the timing could be better... but I'm almost thirty-eight and I want my..our own pups running around the house driving us crazy.”

“For the next eighteen years?”

“Minimum.”

tbc

Part II

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To Vavandeveresfan

@vavandeveresfan

Mini-Fic Reply To An Ask.

@arianatheangelworld, thank you for sending an Ask that gave me something to do while I can’t walk!

The Ask function won’t allow me to post this 6-page, 1500 word reply, so I have to do it here. Sorry this isn’t polished, I just kinda coughed it up right now, this is the first draft, and I’m going to leave it at that.. It’s not part of Baby, Mine, but it takes place just after Chapter 6, sort of. Things don’t progress too far with VA and Milly because, well, I gotta save that for my fanfic! ;-)

Somewhat inspired by actual events, like falling down in the bathroom.

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“He refuses to see anyone else.” Sotheby’s voice was dry, with an edge. Milly had the impression he’d been called out of bed earlier than he’d have liked, and wasn’t keen on having to come to the Colosseum before breakfast.

“Why Milly?” Holt said it as an aside, hiding his irritation by fiddling with the straps of his saddle on the new stallion for the new act. Circus folk began work before daybreak; he had no patience with those who didn’t.

“He’s of the opinion that ‘his little scientist’–” Vandevere’s personal assistant lifted his hand to Holt’s frown – “his words, not mine – is the best judge for the situation.”

“Which is?” asked Milly, trying to conceal her eagerness.

“You’ll discover, soon enough. If you’ll follow me…” Sotheby stopped, noticing a small parade of the girl’s father, brother, and Miss Marchant trailing behind him. “He only wishes to see Miss Farrier.”

“And that’s fine,” said Holt, “I just want to know where my daughter’s going to be.”

“Dad, I’m eighteen, for heaven’s sake.”

“Just barely.”

“Is it the Tower? I want to see the Tower again!” cried Joe.

Colette gave the butler a look that she was coming along to deal with the extra Farriers. Sotheby’s lips tightened and he led them all off.

Skellig rarely showed annoyance, but the most minute of lines formed between where his eyebrows would have been as the group stepped from the elevator into his boss’ office. He always sized up a situation before reacting, so he smoothly stepped away from the secret door to the Emperor of Entertainment’s private rooms, and hoped the unwanted extras wouldn’t notice it was open just a sliver.

Holt looked around as Joe ran to look out the great window. “Vandevere’s not here.”

“No, he’s in a conference room.” Sotheby lied as smoothly and unobtrusively as a cold mountain brook passing over stones.

“It’s a regular rabbit warren up here,” Holt muttered. “Fella could get lost.”

Milly alone noticed the tiny crack in the wall to the left of the desk and Skellig. So..he’s in there. I guess I will see it, at last. She quickly put her attention on the door to the short hallway that led to Sotheby’s office, pretending the conference room was that way, when it was actually one floor below. “Joe, don’t touch anything!”

Joe was behind the wet bar, examining the huge, circular brass clock that indicated times in Dreamland and Los Angeles. With a hushed voice he said, “Dad, there’s alcohol back here.”

“Step away, please.” A please from Skellig was never a courtesy. It was a warning.

“Joe, you know better than to snoop in people’s things.” Holt eyed the tycoon’s enforcer as his son came to his side. He chuckled darkly. “Just another lesson how some people can have things that’d put another person in jail.”

“Dad, so now you know where I’ll be. OK?” said Milly. “I think I should probably find out what he wants to know.”

“Be honest,” said Colette to Holt with a wink, who’d only come along knowing she’d need to lighten a mood at some point, “you only came with the hope he would offer you a morning shot, oui?”

“I don’t drink,” Holt snapped, reddening.

“Only because of Prohibition,” said Joe. “You used to drink, what was it, Dad?”

“Joe, hush.”

“That stuff your uncles made in the hills back in Kentucky? What’d they call it?”

“We’ll see you later, sugarplum.” With Colette’s assistance Holt herded Joe back into the elevator. “Don’t take too long! We got rehearsal!”

When the elevator closed Sotheby sighed, then gestured to the secret door. Milly thanked him and went in.

Skellig closed it after her.

The room was, as she expected, magnificent. The rounded ceiling was high. The huge round window let in light to a round room. The outer part had a desk, a bar, a few bookcases stuffed with leather-bound books, paintings, sculptures and objet d’art on shelves, with stained glass wall scones. At the far left was a short hall that appeared to lead to two rooms.

The central part of the room was sunken, two-steps lower, to a large bed with a short, two-shelved bookcase headboard and small bed tables on either side. A goose-neck lamp sat on the top of the headboard and hung over the bed’s right side. The sheets and blanket were taut, perfectly flat and tucked under the thick mattress with an expert touch, with four pillows against the bookcase.

This was the bed he meant when we almost came in here, Milly thought, catching a breath.

“Over here.” He voice was raw and brusque.

“Here where?” Milly walked around the lower-level bed area.

V.A. Vandevere was flat on his back on the floor in front of the entrance way to what Milly could now see went to a luxurious bathroom and, on the other side of the short hall, a walk-in dressing room. His silver silk robe was tied closed over what Milly could tell were BVDs. One white slipper was on his right foot, but the left lay upside-down several feet away.

His hands were clasped on top of his stomach and he glared at the ceiling with a scowl that could melt lacquer.

Milly bit her upper lip, but that didn’t prevent the corners of her mouth from disobediently twitching upward.

“Good morning,” she said, looking directly down at him.

His flaming blue eyes avoided her. “Said without sarcasm. Amazing.”

“I guess this wasn’t intentional?”

“Ah, there it is. Brava for restraining it that long. Use your powers of reason to deduce how this came about, my dear.”

“Well….The floor’s well waxed, and your slippers don’t have much texture for traction on the bottom, so, you stepped out of the shower, dripped on the floor, stepped in the water, and slipped.”

“Look again.”

“Oh.” Unable to resist, the girl slowly knelt down and brushed the hair from the man’s eyes. “Your hair’s dry. You were on your way to the shower.”

V.A. quickly grabbed her wrist before her hand pulled away. She didn’t resist as he finally looked at her. “Close. But why did I slip?” He softly kissed the back of her hand.

“Oh.” Milly looked around, nostrils opening as she breathed deeper. “There’s no rug you could have tripped over….”

“I didn’t trip.” He kissed her palm. “Look for evidence.”

Reluctantly, but needing some distance because things were moving too fast, Milly pulled free and moved down to look at his legs. “Your left ankle’s swollen!” Softly, she placed her fingers on his foot. She’d never seen such perfectly shaped and clean toenails on a man or boy, ever. She heard his breath catch. From pain, or something else? “This is an fresh bruise, but not from this morning. How’d you get it?”

“A charity function last night. Perhaps there was gossip?”

Of course he knows. “Just something about a lot of film stars from Los Angeles came to town. It was for the Widows and Orphans Fund?”

“Mm.” Reaching down, he only just manage to touch her back as she squatted beside him. He stroked her. “That asshole –uh –”

“Don’t worry, I’m not some delicate blossom. Circus child, remember?”

“Yes, yes. That asshole Douglas Fairbanks was, as usual, stewed to the gills. He took offense at my dancing with Mary Pickford, who he’s keen on, and tried to push me. I side-stepped and threw him into the pool, but not until after the drunken sod stomped on my ankle trying to get between myself and Pickford. Tore one of my best spats, as well.” He snarled. “Christ, I hate actors.”

“Didn’t you take care of your injury last night?”

“It was nothing! Just a tad sore. It didn’t start to ache until very early this morning, and… Well, when I got up it’s as you see now. I can’t put any weight on it. I tried, and…”

Milly snorted, recalling Colette’s remarks about V.A.’s vanity and stubbornness. “Of course you didn’t call a doctor.”

“What do you mean, of course?”

“Because a doctor might let slip that you were found on the floor.”

“Not any doctor who worked for me and wanted to keep his reputation and his clientele.”

Milly applied pressure, feeling around.

“AA! What in god’s name are you doing?”

“Checking to see if you broke a bone! You really need to see a doctor, you might have ripped a tendon.”

“Not now! OW!”

Taking three pillows from the bed, Milly came over to the prone man. “Lift your head.”

“Lift it for me,” he whined.

She bent over, sliding her hand under his head. His hand reached for her face. Milly deftly dodged it, grinning slyly back at him as he settled for rubbing her back. She carefully raised his left leg.

“AA!”

“Sorry,” she said, as she scooted the two pillows under his ankle.

“Jesus fuck!” he yelped, sitting up partially.

“it’s all swollen.” Milly got up and crossed to the bar. “Do you have cold water?”

Truly feeling the pain, V.A. grimaced and lay back down. “I have ice.”

“Really?”

VA waved. Milly saw a standing white box. “An electric refrigerator!” She hurried to it and opened the top door. Cold air wafted out. “With ice! Ive read about these!”

“Only the best in Dreamland,” he groaned, sarcastically.

Milly took a linen towel from the wet bar, wrapped several ice cubes in it, threw another towel over her shoulder, and knelt next to Vandevere. Wincing in sympathy, she warned, “It needs compression. This is going to hurt.”

“Go ahead,” Vandevere muttered grimly. “You love torturing me. Enjoy yourself.”

Milly applied the ice pack to the swelling. The shriek the man let out surprised her. She quickly wrapped the second towel around the pack to hold it in place.

“I’m surprised Skellig didn’t come in after hearing that,” said the girl, pressing the pack on his ankle.

Vandevere covered his face with his right hand while his left gripped Milly’s back. “This room’s sound proof,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “You could murder me and he wouldn’t hear it.”

“Don’t tempt me.” Realizing she was leaning into his hand, Milly took it and put it on his chest. “The only reason you didn’t call the doctor is because you wanted an excuse for me to come. Isn’t it?”

“Do I need an excuse?” He gazed up at her sadly. “Why do you insist on pulling away?”

There was a loud rap on the door.

Milly looked at him miserably. “Stop it. Just…stop. We can’t. Ever.” She hurried to the door and opened it.

Sotheby stepped in quickly. “He has a meeting in half an hour.”

“I can hear you,” snarled V.A.

“It’s with the Board of Directors.”

“I know.”

“You might want to be dressed in your characteristic flair and charisma. Or shall I escort them in here and set up a circle of chairs around you?”

“Who isn’t being sarcastic with me this morning? Show me one person. I’ll be ready! Put them in the A1 room. And ply them with drinks.”

“Sir, it’s seven A.M.”

“So?”

Sotheyby sighed. “Thy will be done.” To Milly he whispered, “Can you get him together in twenty minutes?”

“Unless I have to punch him in the nose, yes.”

“Miss Farrier!” Smirking, the personal assistant said, “If it comes to that, call me so I can watch.”

“I’ll need a hand getting him upright. I’m not quite tall enough.”

“I know just the thing.”

Sotheby and Skellig swapped places.

As if dealing with a dog capable to biting, Milly said, “Sir, if you could help support him to the bathroom, I’ll bring a chair.”

“What?” Vandevere lifted his head off the pillow, all the better to glare at the two. “I do not need any help! I’m not a cripple!”

“Time is short, boss.” Effortlessly, Skellig swept his arm under the other man and lifted him upright. He paused while his employer loosened a barrage of expletives as he ankle bumped into Skellig’s elephant-hide boot. Half-melted ice cubes slipped across the floor.

Milly gathered the ice, dumped it in the bathroom sink, and placed a swivel chair in front of it. V.A. sat in it with a growl. “I think Mr. Skellig and Mr. Sotheby can take it from here.”

Skellig stared at her. It made Milly freeze in place, until she finally realized that it was very unlikely he’d ever heard the term “Mr.” before his surname.

“Sotheby’s purview, not mine,” said Skellig. He walked away with long strides.

V.A. glared at his reflection, his hair standing up in all directions, his chin covered with stubble, his teeth unbrushed. “So now you’ve seen me at my worst.”

“Not your worst. Just…a man.”

His arm grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to him. He grinned hungrily, wickedly, up at her. “You could have lathered up my face and shaved me. Hmm?” He swiveled toward her and parted his legs so she stood between them. Her hands pressed against his shoulders in feeble protest. “Think of how wonderful the shaving cream would have felt between your perfect fingers, going everywhere.”

Slowly, Milly traced her forefinger along his jawline. “Your chin hair’s brown.”

“Mmm.” V.A. pulled until she knelt on the chair between his knees. His hands stroked her hips. “Would you like me in a beard?”

“Ugh. No.” Losing herself, Milly’s finger gently played over his parted lips. “It’d hide this.” She sighed longingly as he hands moved to her buttocks.

“Ah hem.” Sotheby intentionally closed the door loudly. “I’ll take it from there, Miss Farrier.”

“I rather hope not,” V.A. whispered, giving Milly’s ass a good clench. She covered her laugh with her hand and caressed his stubbled cheek.

Milly squeezed his shoulders, hard, to imprint the memory of their strength and width and how very much she wanted to tear off his robe and kiss them. V.A. caught and squeezed her hand, and she returned the pressure before morosely turning away.

“I don’t believe in never, Miss Farrier,” Vandevere called after her. “Dreamland wouldn’t exist if I did!”

“Ill see you later,” Milly promised, sincerely.

THE END.

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