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Did some writing and Idk if I'll finish this anytime soon but I was pretty happy with it so far so I thought I'd share
TW for the beginnings of / an almost panic/anxiety attack?? Idk I think it'd probably count as an anxiety attack
Also just general aquaphobia stuff from being a ghost
This is a scene for my Morro lives au, set directly after Master of the Mountain.
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Morro couldn't sleep. He came close—his sheer exhaustion saw to that—but every time he began to nod off he'd jerk back awake in a panic. The beds in Shintaro were exceedingly soft, the blankets were large and engulfing and the mattress sunk more and more the longer he laid on it. Half conscious and in the dark it was a little too similar to being swallowed up in a black expanse of watery nothingness.
Every time he jerked back to wakefulness his anxiety only increased, dread pooling in his gut and causing his every muscle to tense—which only served to awake all the aches and bruises acquired in the past few days. Everything in the room seemed to be shifting and moving but all he could hear was his own strained breaths and the distant trickle of water that he tried to remind himself was only from the streams in the gardens outside.
It didn't help much.
He was too jittery at this point to start to fall back asleep again, and he was nearing a full on panic attack the longer he laid there. So he forced his stiff and achy limbs to move and slipped out of the bed.
He swore he could still feel the water running off of him as he was pulled out of the pool in Rock Bottom.
He'd made so much progress overcoming his fear of water since getting his body back. He had little problem anymore drinking enough to stay hydrated, perhaps with the occasional reminder. And he could manage a full shower without panicking most days—he still didn't like it, but he could manage—and usually a partial shower or at least a scrub down with a wet rag on bad days. He'd even managed to venture into a shallow, makeshift hot tub with the other ninja a few times without having a complete meltdown. (The first few times it had been more the sheer heat than the water itself that had gotten to him. It had been a little too similar to the burning sensation he was used to water inflicting while he was still a ghost.)
But now it felt as though all that hard work had been undone. He didn't know how he'd react if he tried to drink something, or showered. Yeah, he didn't think he'd be showering again for a while, just the thought of it set him shivering and he rubbed his hands up and down his arms to remind himself that he was perfectly dry. He was fine.
He flinched a little too hard at a sudden wetness on his cheeks a minute later.
He was not fine.
On slightly shaky legs Morro hurried out of his assigned room and down the ridiculously big hall of the castle's guest wing. Within moments he was standing in the doorway to Cole's room, peeking around the door to stare at the lump on the bed that was the master of earth. He hesitated, uncertainty and doubt freezing him in place. Cole was, he'd been through a lot the past few days, had to be exhausted, and would need all the rest he could get before they set out tomorrow.
But Morro, he just, out of all the ninja and besides Sensai Wu, Cole was the only one who'd been there, at Rock Bottom and in the water. He'd get it, why Morro was upset. And besides that he understood Morro's fear, had experienced it himself first hand, even if briefly and not as drastically in comparison to Morro.
Morro could easily slip back to his room, try again to fall asleep. Or just, find something else to do, maybe walk around the castle to clear his head. He didn't need to sleep right now, not really. They'd be on the bounty tomorrow and he could sleep then.
But Morro was tired and sore and the pressure behind his eyes was building into a headache and his skin was crawling and he just—he just wanted to be held. Even if he didn't sleep.
He pushed forward into the room with a small gust of wind, not bothering to keep his footsteps quiet, because if there were two things he could be it was annoying and clingy. And maybe it was easier to disturb Cole's sleep if he pretended it was just an average morning on The Bounty or at the Monastery and not the middle of the night immediately after defeating a big villain.
He managed not to chicken out, at the very least.
Cole was a heavy sleeper, but the last few days had left them all on edge, and with all the noise Morro made the master of earth began to stir as he reached the bed.
Cole had barely opened his eyes when Morro flopped onto the bed with another gust of wind, practically on top of Cole. In hindsight he probably should have been a bit less abrupt, because Cole stiffened and his breathing hitched and sped up and it was a few moments before he started to calm again.
"Morro?" he murmured, and Morro just burrowed closer with a grumble, refusing to feel guilty.
Cole huffed, and he probably meant for it to sound amused, but it came out more relieved and shaky.
#ninjago#morro ninjago#cole ninjago#ninjago master of the mountain#morro lives au#cradle's fics#cradle writes
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another one that I'm not super happy with, but continuing to mess with it isn't going to help! so here he is! 🦇 there was a lot I was trying to get across in this one, so uhhhhh hopefully it reads.
we're almost out of unique magics now...just Ace (and maybe Grim?) left!
#art#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland spoilers#twisted wonderland episode 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers#unique magic posters#drawing lilia slightly more on-model than i usually do feels so wrong#i just want to draw the tallest spikes#lilia: (writing down his height) 5'6“...5'2” in a hat#(actually i'm pretty sure he would just write 'fun-size' but i digress)#anyway lilia. hey lilia. your magic is not cradle-specific so WHY is it called that#did it come in like 'so in like 500-ish years we're going to have a significant moment with a cradle. just trust me bro.'#'in the meantime enjoy having the weirdest magic name ever'#probably came in useful for raising kids though#don't put that in your mouth don't you know where it's BEEN#because i do#(long stare off into middle distance) i know where it's been
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"simon is emotionless" "ghost is cold" this that—
MF HE WAS CALLING HOSTAGES SWEETHEART IN THE COMICS
#he'd rescue you and cradle your head#stranger or not; he's more nurturing than he thinks#especially towards women/children !!#simon ghost riley#simon riley#ghost mw2#ghost mwii#ghost comics#mw2#call of duty#task force 141#rachel speaks#not writing
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If this hasn't been Warriors lately
#also how I write him#especially in brethren in a cradle#linkeduniverse#linked universe#lu warriors#rambles from the floor#mostly because of the warrior part#maybe this doesn't make sense idk bsbdsbskjfsg
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y’all i cannot stop fucking thinking about it. will with his big blue eyes, youngest of them all, completely musically untalented and rhythmically challenged but by the gods does he understand the human body. following lee around holding his quiver and rattling off whatever he just learned from watching michael in the infirmary. doted on by his big siblings. talking for hours about a galaxy far far away with heroes who choose to save the world, aren’t forced to, hey, they’re heroes, just like you, lee! and his siblings have dreams, they know the prophecies, they look at their little brother and they know he will be alone. they don’t know why or how yet but they can feel in their very soul that he will be out in the stupid world with all its hatred and violence and he will have to defend himself. and he can’t shoot straight and he cries when he hurts someone in training, and all he wants to do is help, and he doesn’t understand that people can be cruel and they will take his kindness and bleed him dry. and a war is coming. they can feel it. do you think they would be desperate? for themselves as much as will? i don’t know how long i will live. i don’t know how long i have left. but you will be there, son of phobos. i know you will. remember me, okay? remember how i loved you. remember how we loved each other, remember how we healed and fought and cared. please. please, will, remember us. and remember how we loved you.
#I AM FUCKING SOBBING ON THE GROUND#WHY DID I WRITE THAT 😭😭😭😭😭 WHY DID I OPEN THE CAN OF WORMS#all i can think of is lee!!#with his brothers and sisters and his gift of prophecy!!!#KNOWING he is going to die!!!!#knowing will is the only one who is going to survive!!!!#what do you do with that!!!#how do you deal with that!!!!#how do you put armour around his heart???#how do you protect him when you know you won’t be there#when you know he’ll have NOBODY???#HOW?????? HOW DO YOU LIVE WITH YOURSELF#WITH THE GODS????#and knowing how he finally goes…..#do you think it haunts him in elysium#or do you think for once the gods we merciful#and let him die before he saw the look in wills eyes#as he cradled the pieces of his skull#and sobbed#and sobbed and sobbed and sobbed#gods help me.#will solace#lee fletcher#will solace & lee fletcher#will solace angst
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satoru cracks a smile at you, his blue eyes scrunching over the rim of his glasses. you laugh. it comes from your gut where your deepest joy lives. rich and genuine, it crawls its way through your chest and up your throat until you are wide-mouthed with a smile.
something heavy settles over you as you look at him. satoru is beautiful, no doubt. he almost looks like an angel, with expressive features and a brightness to his visual qualities. there's so much to admire. such vibrant, cutting beauty. you swell and feel as your laughter takes on a dull edge.
the feeling—akin to grief—comes like a wave. it overtakes you all at once and before you know it, you are standing with your hands at your side and your head down. a single sob cuts through your laughter, then another, and another until you are unable to hold back the overwhelming rush of tears.
satoru stops laughing and steps close to you, placing a wide palm on the side of your arm. you struggle to wipes your eyes, hiding behind the backs of your hands.
“woah, woah, what’s wrong?” his voice is gentle. it’s soothing. it’s a voice you didn’t want to believe satoru could use.
“i just…" you deflate a little, finally voicing what this feeling is," i want to love you so badly."
satoru stands in front of you, his hand dropping from your arm. you inhale again, almost startled by your sudden and somewhat mortifying confession. you've still more to say though and you have no mind to stop it. the words come before thought.
"and I can’t because you’re wrong for me and I’m wrong for you and we can’t be happy because you’re a psychopath,” you take a breath and quiet your voice. “I’ve built my whole identity around hating you. and I’m realizing now what a mistake that was.”
you’re grieving, you realize. grieving the loss of this part of your identity. the hatred, the competition, the fierce feeling of needing to be better than gojo satoru. you realize that there’s nothing left of it.
he blinks at you for a moment and you wipe your eyes, steeling yourself for the fall. you wait for ridicule that never comes.
satoru’s shoes are black. you stare at them while you feel him stare at you. then, you hear him inhale and you dread the most humiliating possibility of all— that he’s going to let you down easy. no competition, no fanfare, just pity for a silly girl he’d never feel the same about. you steel yourself to become another victim.
“then love me,” he says firmly.
“what?” you snap your gaze up to meet his.
“love me.”
“i can’t,” you breathe. “i don’t.”
“love me,” satoru says again.
it’s like he’s calling to you, his silver tongue rolling off of the back of his front teeth with the heavy word.
“i won’t.”
“love me,” he repeats.
then, satoru calls your name. it drips with affection and it is so jarring—so different—that your breath is stolen from you. he treats the word as if it's glass, simply because it belongs to you. if anything is to be called love, it’s this. you know it. you feel it. it had crept up into your chest long before you'd had the mind to realize it.
“okay,” you say on a breath.
satoru steps towards you, closing the distance. in one motion, he tilts your head up and presses his mouth to yours.
it’s warm. his mouth is warm. it feels nothing like his infinity. satoru’s lips are soft and pliable and human. you deflate on an exhale and he uses the momentum to pull you closer.
“i love you,” he speaks into your mouth, against the press of your lips. “i love you,” he smears it into your cheek. “i love you,” into your throat.
you melt. the world gives way. satoru presses his mouth to yours and you find yourself saying it back.
#gojo x reader#satoru gojo x reader#BRO HE MAKES ME SICK#IM SO SICKLY IN LOVE WITH HIM#I NEED TO CRADLE HIM I NEED TO LOVE HIM#GOD.#angst#[ 📕 – writing ]#GOOOOORDDD I LOVE HIM
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hug so nice you gotta do it twice...
#i could write a whole thesis about the way they hug#the way luca always shoves his face right in adam's neck#and how he's always TALKING to him like that#and the way his hands move#anyways#luca fantilli#adam fantilli#cbj#umich hockey#jessgifs#also yes i did purposely leave in the frames of papa fantilli's hand cradling adam's neck dont worry about it 😤
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i felt you at the beginning but needed you at the end
#i need to talk to pete i need to speakdirectly to him j need to beat him up for writing this#and also cry w him abt it i need. him to know how this song peers into my soul and cradles it#i need. to tear something apart w my bare teeth .#txt
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I promised @krizariel that I would transcribe this one next, so here we go for older JayTim schmoop.
Bruce's funeral takes place on a sunny June day. It's early, too early, but living life the way he did and getting exposed to so many harmful substances and radiation has consequences. Everyone in the Batfamily shows up, no matter how strained their relationship with the Wayne name. Some of them come accompanied by their partner and/or children, and some alone.
Tim is on the cusp of forty, settled in his career, and happy with where he is. He doesn't wear capes anymore, instead he helps train younger heroes. He loves knowing that he's doing what he can to protect them and to help them stay alive to help others.
Jason will blow his forty-second candles in a few months. He still runs a criminal empire, but he's gone to university and gotten a degree. He now has a network of charities that are absolutely fronts, but he runs them in legitimate, ethical ways that enact good in the community. He also has two daughters, one in middle school and the other starting high school, and he has kept a good relationship with his now ex-wife with whom he shares custody.
Tim and Jason haven't exactly worked together or kept contact in over a decade. For all intents and purposes, they're now strangers. They have, however, both had the opportunity to work through their issues. Tim, because it was that or dying, Jason because he wanted to do the work for his daughters.
On the day of Bruce's funeral, they sit together and catch breakfast. They're the first ones awake in the Manor after they all spent the night sitting shiva, and their old enmity feels so far away. They actually get up and reintroduce themselves to each other with strong handshakes all around.
They spend the rest of the morning quietly chatting until the rest of the house awakens. Then the day truly starts, and Tim gets to see how soft Jason has turned out to be because… Well. His daughters are here and, as fraught as Jason and Bruce's relationship was, Bruce definitely showed up to be as good a grandpa as he could be for the girls. His passing devastated them, and Jason is doing everything he can to manage his own grief while being as much of a pillar of support for them as he can be.
It's intriguing and bittersweet for Tim because it makes him realize everything he missed when he decided to keep his distance from the family outside of cape work.
Anyway, eventually the girls need a break, and so Jason offers to drive them to their favorite bookshop for a spot of shopping and ice cream. On an impulse, Tim asks if he can tag along, and Jason agrees.
The "new" face helps get the girls' minds off their grief more than the bookshop does. Jason is incredibly relieved when Tim plays into it and lets them ask their questions. Still, everyone definitely has misty eyes when Jason's youngest picks a new edition of her favorite childhood book, because Bruce used to read it to her all the time, and she wants to read it with him one last time.
Having these interactions opens things up between Tim and Jason. When the girls join their other cousins back at the Manor, the two of them abscond to the patio and share their memories of their own fathers. The conversation goes from there to happier memories—childhood foods, shenanigans, broken vases and finger painting—and they find themselves smiling despite their shared grief.
They enjoy each other's company so much that they share phone numbers and make a promise to just... Catch up again. In happier circumstances.
As the weeks go by, their texting history lengthens. They chat every time they have a minute, and it takes a while but they eventually find a shared free spot in their schedules to grab a beer together. It's not a date—not in any of their minds at least, not yet—but they both sense the potential there when they're looking each other in the eye, feeling light and happy.
Eventually, after many months of meetings, they end one of their evenings with a spur-of-the-moment kiss, and they finally put words on the dating they've been doing.
They keep seeing each other for a while after that, now as romantic partners, and they do try out the bedroom when the girls are at their mum's place.
Then, Jason asks Tim if he'd be willing to have dinner with him and his daughters.
(He kept things on the down low at first, and he didn't really advertise his recurring meetings/dates with Tim, but the girls could see the way he smiled at his phone sometimes... and how he actually went shopping for more than his usual boring suits. They're not surprised when he tells them he's seeing someone.)
The girls absolutely hoot when Tim shows up with flowers for them, and wine for Jason and him. They then proceed to grill him over dinner while roasting the absolute hell out of Jason. Jason retaliates with the worst dad jokes and the threat of baby pictures.
Tim has an absolute blast, and that's when he realizes that Oh, it's more than just casual dating. He's falling in love with Jason. And obviously Jason is serious about this too, or he never would have introduced him to his daughters as more than a distant uncle.
The evening keeps going despite Tim's momentous realization. Jason and him start reminiscing about their younger days and the girls give each other a commiserating look of "ugh" at the dinosaurs and abscond to their bedrooms. Tim and Jason end up curled up together on the couch for one last coffee, then Tim heads back home, feeling warm down to his bones.
After that first dinner, the girls keep asking Jason if Tim will be there whenever their dad offers to take them somewhere. They insist on inviting him if Jason doesn't, because he obviously makes their dad happy, and eventually it becomes natural to include Tim in the family activities from the get-go.
The girls know they've won and gotten their dad to stop pussyfooting around his feelings when Jason shows up to his eldest's hockey match hand-in-hand with Tim and introduces him to their mom.
(She's very amused and tells him she's heard so much about him from the girls she already feels like they're friends.)
But… Jason isn't the only one with kids who care about him. Tim, as The Only Cool and Reliable Adult in most of his superhero protégés' lives, ends up being a surrogate father to quite a few of them. It's not rare for him to get random visits from young vigilantes in need of advice/a hug/someone to tell them they're proud of them and doing good.
Jason: "This isn't fair."
Tim: "What."
Jason: "My girls barely threatened you, meanwhile Wonder Girl 13 dangled me off a building because she thought I'd brainwashed you."
Tim: "Don't tell me you're scared of my students."
Jason: "Well, I can't exactly SHOOT them, can I?"
Tim: "I'd be very cross with you if you did."
Jason: "No shit. At least that explains why you were so good with the girls."
Tim: "Hmm?"
Jason: "You're a father of twelve, Tim."
Tim: "... I guess, I am. Though.... More like fourteen now, I hope?"
Jason: "You'll have to sort it out with the girls, but considering they keep sending me links to jewellers, I think it's safe to assume so."
Tim: "Nic— Wait. What?? They want us to get married?!"
Jason: "No, they think you need a new watch. Of course, they want us to get married."
Tim: "...I've never been married."
Jason: "I have."
Tim: "...Would you be opposed to doing it again?"
Jason, putting down his reading to look into Tim's eyes: "Why, are you interested?"
Tim: "...Maybe."
Jason: "..."
Tim: "..."
Jason: "..."
Tim: "...Nevermind this was s—"
Jason, interrupting him: "What's your band size?"
#jaytim#kieran writes#tim drake#jason todd#rip bruce wayne#they get married in Fall with all the shades of red on the trees cradling them in their embrace
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HIIII :3 ITS ME... the 🐓!!!!!!!!
So we've had brainror abt reader turning into a cat but what about Dottore?? and his segments?
Reader walks in one day to see a big blue puff cloud and when it disapears theres a bunch of blue cats roaming around and meowing (As soon as they see reader its on sight and they WILL be begging for affection)
Reader sitting on a counch while a bunch of cats surround and suffocate them (it reminds them of Foxttore and the pufflings)
I NEED TO BE SURROUDNED BY A BUNCH OF CATTORES NOWWW Auauuuug
all the cats BITING reader affectionately (they are so MEAN even though reader is so nice to them 😔) AND OMGGG ZANDY AS A TINY LIL KITTEN AUUUUGGG MY HEART IM EXPLODING. ZANDY KITTY 3 SAUCES TALL!!!!!!! his lil meows..... 😭😭
I am ill..... I need doctor..... - 🐓
DOTTOCATS!!! CATTORES!!! <3 It would be the result of a failed experiment of course, just like all the other mishaps that always happen in the lab. Only that this is a lot worse than all the other ones. For them, at least. For you, you could die happily, surrounded by all of this kitty cuteness. Cattores are not amused by your lack of seriousness at the situation. No, they are not cute. Wait, is that a Kamera you have? Don't you dare.
Unfortunately for them, despite all the words they try to spew out, it only comes out as 'meow meow, meow meow meow! meow!' much to their dismay. You don't take their kitty anger too seriously, until they quickly learn how to utilize their new body (biting and repeatedly clawing your leg for attention). (Funnily enough somehow the masks shrunk down to the same size too?)
You will have the tall task of creating the cure to turn them back to normal humans but it won't be too much of a problem, they already have the ingredients in their mouth and are impatiently waiting for you to hurry up. You take your sweet time and take lots of breaks petting Zandy kitty, the only one who doesn't bite you and always brushes against your leg.
Just please cancel that meeting he has with Pantalone today. Please. And then be prepared for when he turns back. At least a cat his biting power isn't that much. As a human, however, well, you already know how that goes. (Isn't he much better to cuddle like this, Dottore asks, as you are trapped for a long time in his arms.)
#smooches talks#🐓 anon#dottore love notes <3#i still need to write that dottore catboy fic... sigh#i still love the way u speak “ZANDY KITTY 3 SAUCES TALL!!!!!!!” makes me laugh too hard#cradling him very gently... ouh#WAIT I JUST REALIZED UR PROBABLY REFERENCING THAT MEME OF THE KITTEN NEXT TO THE SAUCES#HELPPPP READER WOULD!!#meanwhile omega and prime kitty is like... idk a lot more
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Here have a snippet of Kit being very stressed and Fox also being very stressed but holding it together for Kit's sake :)
Warning for a brief panic attack.
He slid out of the booth, and Kit took the opening to escape. He pushed out of the booth and paced to the far end of the room. The medic wrapped his arms tightly around himself, and didn't turn back to face the rest of them.
Fox watched through narrowed eyes as Kit's shoulders rose and fell with shuddering breaths. He jolted forward when Kit started gasping, approaching at an angle so he could see him coming. He was vaguely aware of Kix following closely behind him.
Fox gently grasped Kit's shoulders. "Breath vod'ika," he said quietly. "Breath."
"I'm trying," Kit gasped out. "I'm trying."
Fox pressed his forehead to Kit's as his little brother squeezed his eyes shut. In the corner of his eye, Fox could see Kix hovering—clearly concerned, but giving them space.
"So many vode," Kit forced out between breaths as he wrestled his breathing back under control.
"I've watched so many vode suffer because of this, Fox. So many who were frightened and scared because they didn't know what was happening and I didn't know what was happening and all I could do was—was hold them and promise that they w–weren't going crazy. I spent so many days worrying about t–them and—and you and Thorn 'n Stone and Thire and—and everyone."
"I know," Fox murmured. "I know."
"And all this time we—we could have done something b–because it–it's a chip."
"I know."
"It—it has to be the chip, right? What else—it just—it has to be."
"It has to be," Fox agreed, pulling his brother close.
#last time i had a bad panic attack i kept having to gasp for air despite my attempts to take slow deep breaths :/ it was not fun#but at least now i can write more from experience >:3#anyways ive pretty much given up on spoilers for the immortal fives au#cradle talks#fox#kit#kix#cradle writes#immortal fives au#if you would like further context just ask and i will explain :3#cradle stuff#cradle aus#cradle ocs
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Cries in peak fiction over Lilia telling Malleus that he wants to learn more about humans through Silver and he wants to see if he can truly love humans from the bottom of his heart
And Malleus asks, “but what if you cannot love him?”
To which Lilia replies “don’t jump to conclusions so quickly, there’s still plenty of time”
What’s the answer Lilia??? Can you truly love him??
#dont even get me started on ‘have you been sleeping in this cradle for 400 years waiting for someone to love you?’#PEAK FAIRYTALE!!!#i hope the answer is yes#i know it is but i also dont know you know#I’m sorry but the writing of chapter 7.5 is literally the best#twst#twst spoilers#twisted wonderland#twst chapter 7#twst silver#lilia vanrouge#malleus draconia
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Sometimes when I read the comments about Arthur being... not how people wanted/pictured him to be I feel very briefly a bit of doubt. But then I remember the gender euphoria that writing a non traditionally masculine man/husband gives me and I get back to my soft soft king.
#cradling him to my chest#the more straight webtoons i read with arranged marriage tropes the more i think the world deserves my arthur#it makes me so happy writing them💞#i feel so satisfied so validated#same for very affectionate very adorable saraah
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❀ ﾟ. ༄ ┊ 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐔𝐒 𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ! ( 𝐩𝐭. 𝐢𝐯 ) ;
characters : cyno / alhaitham / kaveh
a/n : hiii welcome back campus encounters where everyone is a clown
pt. i / ii / iii
↬ cyno ࿐ ࿔
you don't know what to expect in law school. you really don't. you expect high stakes, tension in the air. you expect competition, harsh professors who purposely try to weed out the "weak" and make the class excruciatingly difficult. you're not entirely wrong, you suppose, but the last thing you would imagine is-- well, cyno.
your first impression is entirely wrong. however, you have also known him for-- you glance at the clock-- two minutes.
a sharp gaze, head held high. he radiates an intimidating aura, holds himself to something more grand. you don't have intentions to make small talk; you're too tired for an 8:30am class, anyway, and you hate to admit that he almost frightens you. the professor runs out for a moment. brief technical issue-- something like that. you're already zoning out.
in that small frame of time, the lecture hall comes to life, fills with a thousand conversations at once. you ignore them all, absentmindedly skimming the syllabus. you fail to see cyno's eyes trained on you. intent. focused.
"i guess there's been a...law-l in this class."
you freeze. something in your fight or flight instinct activates. the voice came from your right. cyno is also on your right. surely that wasn't him, right?
right?
you swallow hard, slowly turn your head to look at him.
god. you hope that wasn't him. 8:32 am and you are subjected to inhumane crimes in your introduction to law class. red eyes bore into your soul. his face is blank. you don't know what to make of this.
"you know. like lull. law-l."
it doesn't work that way, you think, and the exasperation almost meets your visage, but you keep it at bay. can't hurt this stranger's feelings, after all. there's something akin to hope in those crimson hues, barely on the surface, but ever so present.
you purse your lips, unable to figure out this delicate situation. you could change this man's life forever. what if you make this future lawyer feel like a clown? what if he dropped out? you are not being dramatic, by the way.
you purse your lips, tight, utterly amused and defeated by the ridiculous predicament. you stare at each other, dead silent.
you laugh. you don't know why, but you do, and maybe it's because of the way he comes off so serious, maybe it's the way you can practically see the hope that his pun will get a reaction.
you may also be delirious. maybe.
"oh, you are hilarious."
cyno smiles. somewhere, he feels tighnari's soul shrivel in the depths of despair.
"no, i'm cyno."
↬ alhaitham ࿐ ࿔
"oh my god." you do not know how many times you have said this in the past ten seconds. twice? three times? a hundred? ( that wouldn't be logically possible, alhaitham says, so you say it again ). "i'm dying. it's coming. i feel it in my bones."
"what is?"
"death."
alhaitham stares at you, deadpan.
"you are being dramatic."
"i'm sorry. i will do it again."
you don't mind literature analysis, not really. it's fascinating-- the way you piece concepts together, discover hidden meaning in seemingly superficial words. it's much easier when you enjoy said literature itself, but when you don't? you may as well throw yourself into the void. suddenly you cannot read.
metaphor to metaphor, symbolism in the strangest of things ( okay, so the kitchen cupboards were pastel yellow and not white in this house, so what? ), you grow frustrated as a nearing deadline approaches, brain absolutely fried from finals. you have ten pages to write. you have two done ( those two are the title page and reference page. so no, they do not count ).
you're not sure how it came to this-- 4am and you're huddled up with alhaitham in the corner of the library, your forehead against the desk, your fellow classmate casually drinking his fifth coffee as if caffeine has no impact on him. he's much better at writing papers than you are, and in all his glory, decided to help you. kind of.
it's been about two hours since you've been working together, and while you appreciate the help, the lack of sleep is finally getting to you. you're burned out, tired, and truthfully, you know this is worth 30% of your grade, but you're about to calculate what your grade would drop to if you simply did not turn it in.
you close your eyes. wooden desk or not, red imprint on your forehead or not, you're about to pass out, right here and right now, except--
the feeling of his hand against your back, gentle. he leans forward, just the slightest bit, speaks in that quiet yet firm tone.
"if you finish this, i'll ask you out on a date."
you sit up at an alarmingly fast rate, throw alhaitham the most horrified look you can fathom. his expression doesn't change much, but you see that slight curl of the lips.
"disgusting. i can't believe you would pull such things on me."
"because it'll work."
you roll your eyes, pinch his cheek before redirecting your attention to the laptop before you.
what an arrogant fool. absolute annoyance. menace. idiot. you hate him, truly.
"i didn't say it wouldn't work."
( fine. it works. funny how you're suddenly awake and how everything suddenly seems to make sense after he proposes that offer. )
↬ kaveh ࿐ ࿔
there are three things you first notice about kaveh.
one. he is pretty. very pretty.
two. oh my god. look at his back. hello.
three. he's sleeping in the library. he's also drooling on his ... sketches?
four. wait. too many things to notice. whatever. maybe you should wake him?
you consider the thought, unsure. you'd hate to be woken by a stranger in the campus library-- it'd be off-putting, you think. you glance at the sketches, take in the sights of the blueprints. intricate designs. gorgeous, really, even if you don't have the slightest clue about anything related to said field.
you'd hate to work so hard on such a thing and have it ruined by...well, drool. you place your hand on his shoulder, touch light and hesitant, and shake him gently. once. twice. five times?
he's not waking. surely you're not going to shake the life out of this stranger, right? it's about another ten seconds before you almost give up, letting out a long sigh of defeat before leaning down the slightest bit.
you're gonna speak to him, speak in very soft tones-- slowly ease him from slumber. he's gonna wake up, you'll back away, smile in hopes of establishing your friendly intentions, and that'll be it. done. boom.
that's the plan, anyway, but when your face gets a little closer to his, his eyes open suddenly. two seconds of eye contact. shock twists into utmost fear.
kaveh screams, shoots right out of his seat. you also scream. your life flashes before your eyes when you see him instinctively grab his suitcase.
"before you get the wrong idea-- you were drooling all over your sketches, so--"
you don't think this really helps. he's blushing furiously, from embarrassment or anger, you don't know, but now he's glancing at his sketches, mostly unharmed, and oh, the panic sets in so much more. you watch, baffled, as kaveh throws caution to the wind, frantically cleans the desk and recovers what he can.
it's about five minutes of this. you keep silent, watch in awe and more-so of shock at how this all played out until he turns towards you. he takes a deep breath. you can tell he's tired, weariness on his features. you almost feel bad.
"did you manage to salvage it?"
there's a flicker of curiosity at your words, though the fatigue almost swallows it entirely.
"it'll be okay, i think." his shoulders drop. he smiles, slightly forced. "thank you for waking me-- uh, even if it happened that way."
you'd normally say sorry ( as much as you can say it in this situation, anyway ) and go your separate ways, but there's something almost bittersweet about him that brings a heaviness to the heart.
"sorry. i really didn't mean to scare you like that." you swallow your courage, offer a hopeful smile. "do you want to go get coffee? i'll buy. consider it another apology."
and there is something-- a shift, a lightening, an ease, and kaveh's expression seems to relax at your offer.
( yes, you do go out for coffee. it's one of many future caffeine runs, you both call it, and it's the beginning of a chaotic friendship of sorts. )
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Chapter 10!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/35830534/chapters/139387765#workskin
Summary:
“What’s with the blanket?” asked Legend suspiciously, an eyebrow raised.
Wind suddenly gasped, darting over to Twilight. “Is that a baby?”
The group went silent at the last question, and Twilight nodded with a small sigh.
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An unknown time period, a ruined town, and a baby who only raises more questions then answers.
Wild did not sign up to be father when he came on this quest but by Hylia he’ll try his hardest.
We’re back, folks! Enjoy chapter 10!
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Saw the prompts post and I'm very curious about the 'pulling them on their lap' one. I feel like Buddie barely does that in fics unless it's sexual meanwhile I love it when ships casually sit on each other's laps :)
Doesn't matter if they're established or pre-relationship
Only if it sparks joy of course! No pressure ❤️
HI! Thanks for your ask!!! <3
So yeah this made me actually feral because you are so right we need more casual lap sitting!!!
I wrote over 1000 words thinking it would work for my No-Nut-November fic but it just doesn't work -which I would have realised if I just read my notes- anyways so it's now a one-shot!
let me cradle your body (be a safe place to rest)
“Seat theif,” Buck pouts, “Where am I supposed to sit?” He asks and look, if he purposely makes his eyes all big and puts a little whine in his voice in a deadly combination that usually has Eddie folding to his whims that it’s between him and the universe okay?
“Here,” Eddie says, patting his thigh and it shortcircuits Buck’s brain for longer than it probably should’ve. Eddie doesn’t actually mean that, he’s just messing with Buck right? Because as much as they’ve been accused of practically sitting on each other, they’ve never actually sat in each other’s laps.
Buck opens and closes his mouth a few times before deciding that if Eddie is pulling his chain then he’s going to regret it and if it’s being earnest then it probably is comfier than the floor and better than being squeezed into a too-tight spot.
“Okay,” Buck says, Eddie offers him a smile and his hand, as if daring him to do it. Buck takes the offered hand and Eddie pulls Buck onto his lap.
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#so I got distracted from my secret fic but its so close to being done- so finger crossed it will be done this week#I also wrote like 1500 words for another fic so that one is almost done too- this ones filthy and I can't wait for you to read it#9-1-1#buddie#eddie diaz#thewolvesof1998 writes#buddie fic#ao3#fic: let me cradle your body (be a safe place to rest)#seven sentence sunday
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