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calamitysshatteredson · 9 months

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What if someone who was older, wiser and caring, like Lazard or Vincent, had been there in Nibelheim when Sephiroth discovered the truth and gave him all the empathy and support he needed?

What If..? Scenarios | accepting but forever slow

I very much played fast and loose with... every way in which this is set up, but you know, canon is but a suggestion over here. Just gonna say Vincent was trapped/sleeping/whatever for a much shorter time, alright.

Vincent had spent a much longer time being aware of Sephiroth than directly observing him. Even while he was out on missions, it was a difficult thing to watch him without attracting attention, suspicion, or simply catching him acting on his own. Battle was one thing, certainly, and he knew all of the rumors of the man's ruthlessness and efficiency were likely rooted in truth, but there were other curiosities.

He knew how Shinra worked. "The truth" lived under the surface of a great many other partial-truths and little white lies, with layers of secrecy between. Despite everything he knew, and every piece of information given to the public to make it seem as if something so much more than mortal represented SOLDIER... Sephiroth had started as a baby. A human child. He was human, before...

Before. Something in him had driven Vincent to remain close to the mansion. He had other places to stay, a great many other locations he preferred to spend his time, but he did observe quite often. Which lead him to see Sephiroth entering--

And not leaving. For days. There was another SOLDIER with him who did do a good deal of leaving and entering the mansion himself, and a cadet in rare cases, but as for Sephiroth, there was no movement. The dark-haired SOLDIER's visits became more frequent, the man looking more and more concerned as he left.

Vincent hadn't needed to be told where Sephiroth had likely wound up. Immediately after the dark-haired SOLDIER left on the third night, the former Turk quite easily made his silent way to the library. Shame, really; the once perfectly organized tomes and records were in disarray, pulled from shelves, left open on every available flat surface... and there was Sephiroth surrounded by shelves, pacing, muttering to himself obsessively.

Oh. To recognize that look in foreign eyes with a distinct pang of empathy. A discovery had been made, a truth found that crumbled him apart. Though, if he was only reading the records documented there with Hojo's very single-minded writing...

"It's not the whole truth." Vincent interrupted the pacing. The surprise more than the words stilled the SOLDIER before him, but he could tell that he wasn't quite being acknowledged. Not listened to. "Part of what you are might be here, but not who you are."

Some light of understanding glinted in Sephiroth's gaze, clouded though it was. "What would you know?"

"Look at me." There was nothing to hide, nothing to defend; and he wanted that gaze to clear. For Sephiroth to see him; another of Hojo's own personal obsessions. "I might have some more pertinent information to share than any of the notes found here. Somewhere to stay to keep you out of Shinra's view. Colleagues too, if you choose."

Something about that got the shadowy gaze to clear somewhat, hand holding tightly enough to the book in his hand to begin tearing the binding. Sephiroth looked at him, saw him, played his words over again in his head. He wasn't fully backed away from the metaphorical cliff he'd been standing on, but he did feel a bit more... present. "Friends. At least-- Similar enough."

As far as Vincent was concerned, if there was anyone Shinra's most precious pet SOLDIER considered a friend, then he wasn't too far gone to listen.

#drabble #kinda #snowbanshee #unknown verse #((I have written so much about Seph and Lazard being gay and doing crimes together))#((so I wanted to write a little more with Seph and Vincent since that's a rarity for me))#((...but this kind of wandered off on it own so... welp... it's kind of what you asked for..? ;fk;lkd))#((aside: nice to see you around it must be said!))#offline queue

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sapphire-strikes · 2 years

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If I may make a request. Could you maybe write something about Boris, and maybe Kamal too if you'd like, helping out a fk that just had a really bad day at work. It could be some headcanons or a drabble, either way is awesome.

It's short and sweet but I hope you enjoy!

It took a lot to shake you, but you couldn't help but wonder if everyone thought you were dramatic for getting as upset as you had.

Maybe upset wasn't the right word. Angry was much more accurate. Very, very angry. The kind of anger that leaves you feeling indignant and exposed. And once more, what could be more embarrassing than desperately searching for a way to express your justified rage only for it to come out in the form of messy sobs.

You weren't oversensitive, you weren't being childish, you were just overwhelmed and your body decided that would be the best way to regulate those emotions, no matter how much it contrasted with how you were feeling inside. So you walked out. With an apology to those you knew whose fault it wasn't, you clocked out and left.

By the time you got home, the boiling in your blood had slowed to a simmer, but even though you'd finally gotten the tears to stop, they'd left you with a terrible headache. And while you would have liked to tell yourself you had finally gotten ahold of your emotions, when you began to stagnate on the thoughts of your day again, you found yourself fighting hiccuped breaths all over again.

Splashing yourself with water helped ease the discomfort your tired face was wracked with. It wasn't a pretty cry in the slightest. Your face was unevenly blotched with a red that matched your eyes, but staring yourself down in the mirror, it seemed you were finally out of tears. Another splash of water and a slow sigh and you felt your breathing even out again. You were fine.

Another side effect of crying so forcefully was the exhaustion that followed, and you wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and let unconsciousness claim you. You wouldn't even set an alarm. If you overslept tomorrow you overslept. They'd have to make do without you because going back to work was the last thing on your mind right now.

Your tired stare was interrupted by a loud banging on your front door and you froze. After a few seconds without your response, another flurry of knocks sounded and your gut twisted at the thought of who it could be. Somebody from work? You couldn't deal with that right now. Who else would be here at this time of day? The last rather strong knocking that followed and the voice that called you by name soon gave you your answer.

"Y/n? Y/n! Are you in there?!"

Boris? What was he doing here? Whatever his reason, his tone of voice was frantic, so forgetting your appearance, you rushed to the door to make sure everything was okay.

Quickly unlocking it and pulling it open, he seemed to have already resorted to using his spare key to get in, and when you opened the door it was pulled inside with the knob and out of his hand before he could turn it.

"Boris?!" You questioned as he nearly stumbled forward, a relieved look spreading over his previously anxious face when he looked you over.

"Flower! You are okay! Слава Богу..."

Was it possible he knew somehow about what just happened? How was that possible? You were about to ask but he continued first.

"I wanted to bring you these!" Your eyes fell to the flower in his arms. They were some kind of orange lilies in a medium-sized, decorative vase. "I thought they were quite nice and there were more than enough for multiple clippings. I was just going to leave them on your doorstep, but I saw your car and you are never here at this time of day, so I was concerned....".

How long had he been knocking for you to scare him like that? "Thank you." You responded quickly. You were simply going to take them from him but his intentions seemed to be to carry them inside himself, so when he stepped forward you stepped out of the way without much thought.

"You are very welcome! It was actually Kamal's idea! We have quite a few in our house already so he proposed that I share some!" He stopped in front of your couch, a wide grin on his face as he turned on his heels to face you. "So of course, you are thee first person I..." You hadn't even noticed you'd been avoiding eye contact, the exhaustion you'd been feeling successful making it hard for you to keep from spacing out as you stood by the still-open door "....Y/n?"

Your name was enough to snap you out of it and when you looked at him you could see the moment he finally took notice of your "condition".

"Flower," The lilies were quickly set on the coffee table and he closed the distance between you, going right to cupping your cheeks in his hands and inspecting your face before you could stop him. "My goodness, are you okay? What is wrong?" He asked, voice filled with worry as one of his thumbs brushed gently under your eye. You'd thought yourself done shedding tears but perhaps the remnants were still visible.

You gripped his wrists, managing to coax his hands down and stepping around him with a deep breath. "I'm okay. I'm sorry, you just kind of walked in at a bad time." You placed your hands on your own cheeks, attempting to rub out some of the redness

"It is not okay, you are upset!" He reasoned following right along behind you. You could tell he was desperately looking for something to do to help, almost reaching out to cup your cheeks again but stopping himself. "What happened?!"

"I'm not..." You paused, thinking about your words before continuing. "I'm not upset. I was just mad, and sometimes I just..." You vaguely motioned to your face. "So yeah...I'm fine, I promise." You tried to laugh it off but it didn't seem like he was buying into it, his expression turning much more contemplative.

"Here!" He reached out and gripped your hands, leading you to the couch and sitting down beside you, keeping your hands in his even as he rested them back on your lap. "Tell me what is wrong. I am sure I can help!"

You couldn't help but roll your eyes, pushing your feeling down even further to try to save face. "Boris, I told you, I'm okay. Sometimes when I get really angry...I cry. It's dumb but I can't help it. It wasn't a big deal, I promise. I just needed some time to cool off."

"You were crying!" He squeezed your hands raising them to your chest. "It is a big deal! Is...is that why you are home? Did something happen?" Losing the battle against his overly coddling nature, he reached toward your face again and slowly brushed some hair behind your ear, using that same hand to ever so slight motion you to tilt your head up in the process so he could look at you.

"Yeah...but...I'm done now, see?" You blinked at him. "No more tears, I promise."

The unsatisfied pout that crossed his face was a little amusing and you couldn't help but manage a small smile at it. The expression that followed after he noticed it was near unreadable but it morphed into something very determined. "Hmph...no I am not satisfied." He huffed and you tilted your head questioningly. "You are upset. You do not need to tell me why but I am not going to leave until I know you are feeling better." He finally released your other hand, looking down at you with a resolved grin. "The smile doctor is on the case!"

"Boris...." You sighed. Of all the days for him to drop by.

"Here!" Before you could say anything else, you blinked in surprise as a flower was held up to your face. Boris cupped the head of one of those orange lilies gently in his hand, the stem hanging down through his fingers as he brought it up to your nose. "What do you think? I just clipped them this morning so they are very sweet."

"Uh..." A small, surprised sound left your throat but you gradually reached up and took the flower from him. Raising it to your face, this time on your own, you responded quietly. "Yeah, they are," you agreed. You didn't even have to raise it to your nose to smell the fresh scent clear in the air.

Boris' smile widened proudly, very happy with even your quiet response. "I am glad you think so! Here, " He looked to the vase, standing up and picking it up off the table. "I will get them some more water!"

You responded with a small hum, continuing to gaze down at the flower in your hand. After a moment, you lowered it slowly and glanced at the rustling in your kitchen to watch him turn on the sink and add water to the bouquet's vase. Reaching up, you felt your cheek with one hand. You probably still looked like a mess, no wonder he was so concerned.

"Flower?" His voice called out and you looked to him again. "Are you hungry? Have you eaten yet today?" He asked, now standing by the sink with his phone in his hand.

"Eh...I-I'm good!" You hesitated before giving him a thumbs up from the couch. "Yeah, I'm good, I'll get something later."

Boris squinted at you, wordlessly typing something out on his phone before tucking it back into his pocket, his smile returning. "Okee!" He nodded, returning a moment later with the vase of flowers as well as something else.

Sitting back down beside you, he held out a glass of water. "Here you go~ Flowers need water but so do you!!"

"Boris..."

"It is very important to stay hydrated you know. Regardless of your reason, crying is hard work." He held it out to you a little closer and you tucked your flower back into the now filled vase on the coffee table before slowly taking the glass.

"Thank you, Boris..."

"You can thank me by taking a biiig sip!"

You practically snorted but followed his instructions. What a dweeb. Perhaps reinforcing your own dweebness, you clinked your glass against the flower's vase. "Cheers then, but I told you, you're making way too big a deal about this." You took a big sip, resting it on the coffee table and leaning back on the couch. "If I promise I'll take good care of myself will you go home?" Your tone was lighthearted, but you really didn't want him to think he had to stick around on your account.

"Mmmmm, no, I do not think so!" He shook his head, mimicking your posture. "I would like to be here with you! But if you'd prefer, we can both go back to my home!"

"Yeah, no, I'm good." You chuckled with a sigh, closing your eyes.

"Would you like to watch something? Or perhaps you are sleepy?" You cracked an eye back open to watch as he searched for the remote.

"You can put something on, I don't mind. I don't think I'm gonna be able to sleep anytime soon." You heard him cheer when he finally found it and began searching for something to play.

Despite your previous statement, you felt yourself beginning to doze off, or at least zone out. That was until the sound of a car pulling in made you throw your head up.

"Ooh, he is here!" Boris paused whatever was playing on TV and stood up with a happy clap.

"Who's here." You sat up straight, looking towards the door as Boris ran to open it. "Boris, who's here?" You asked again, but you could guess the answer before he even enthusiastically threw the door open. "Oh my gosh..." You slapped an exasperated hand over your face as Boris happily welcomed them into your home.

"Heya, kid, how's the weather." Your hair was, unceremoniously ruffled by Kamal as he made his way inside, passing behind the couch and heading towards the kitchen with two large, handled paper bags.

"Boris, what did you tell him?" You groaned and Boris sat back down beside you on the couch with a hefty plop, bouncing you upwards.

"Hmm? Oh, not much!" He replied and scooted closer to your side, resting his hands on his knees and tapping his feet as he too watched Kamal from beside you.

"Kamal, what did he tell you?" You yelled to Kamal this time. He'd set his bags on your counter briefly to dig out some forks before picking everything back up and coming back your way.

"Eh, not much honestly." Kamal responded casually with shrug, returning to the living room and taking a seat on the floor beside your coffee table. Of course, they were in cahoots.

"You guys...I'm fine."

"Hey, I believe ya."

"I do not! :-)"

"So anyway, that means you won't mind us hanging out a while then, right?" Kamal followed up with a grin, beginning to unpack the contents of his bags onto the coffee table. Take-out boxes galore covered it by the time he was done and the smell of savory food was obvious even if you couldn't yet see the contents. "Pick your, poison, kiddo. I brought plenty." He tossed a fork your way then reached over to hand one to Boris before flipping one of the styrofoam containers open himself and digging in. "What're we watchin'?" He asked, casually taking a bite and scooting back to sit criss-cross applesauce on the floor beside your spot on the couch.

"I have not picked anything yet, but we can now that everyone is here! Would you like to pick, Y/n?

"Guys...I-"

"I'm good with whatever."

"Guys-"

"Ooh, definitely something with a happy ending!"

"Guys!" You finally yelled, jumping to your feet and immediately regretting the stares that followed. "Guys..." You began letting out a long breath to calm yourself down. "I.am.fine. You two can go home." You spoke each word with emphasis, clapping your hands together in front of your face and lowering them slowly as you searched for the words that would convince them. "I know what you're trying to do and it's appreciated but not necessary." They'd both stopped mid-bite, either waiting for you to continue or thinking of what to say themselves.

Kamal was the first to react, shoving his fork into his food and resting the container back on the coffee table. "You know what we're trying to do, huh?" He questioned, narrowing his eyes at you slyly and you could tell right away by the tone of his voice he was up to something, but before you could react, he did first. "They're on to us, Boris, sick em!" Kamal yelled, and on queue with whatever little joke he was setting up, Boris set his food to the side in a flash and did the first thing that came to his mind; jump to his feet and pull you into a big hug.

There were a few moments of silence that followed right after as you remained securely wrapped in his arms, dangling a few inches off the ground until Kamal's laughter helped your mind catch up and you shot him a half annoyed glare.

"Alright alright..." He held his hands out in surrender as he heaved himself off the floor. You were set back down by Boris and Kamal took a place at your other side on the couch, motioning you to sit back down as well. You rolled your eyes again but did so. "You've made your point. We're here with just one objective in mind, and that's to de-stress one, count 'em, one!-" He poked you in the forehead, "particularly overworked flower-shmoe, but if we gotta leave for that to happen then so be it." Kamal nodded with determination, and you looked to Boris who had resumed eating and was currently giving you the puppy dog eyes around a mouth full of noodles, clearly not as at peace with that idea as Kamal was.

With a humorous huff, your rested your elbow on your knee and propped your head in your hand, looking to the myriad of take-out containers Kamal had brought, finally picking up and using your fork to lift open the lid of one of them to get a peek inside. "What did you say you brought?" You asked, glancing at Kamal.

"Chinese." Kamal responded slyly, reaching forward to reclaim his own fork and food and start eating again.

You hummed to yourself thoughtfully, flipping back the lid of the container and pulling it onto your lap. "Okay, you guys can stay." You decided with a nod.

"Goodie! :-D" Boris gasped happily, and you were once again pulled into a squeeze. "You will not regret this!"

"Ha, you're way too easy, kid."

#smile for me #smile for me game #boris habit #kamal bora #fk/reader #I keep defaulting to drabble but I should really do some more headcanon type posts #they're in YOUR house now #Good luck getting them to leave now that you've taken the bait #You think Boris is gonna pass up the chance to have a sleep over at your house this time?

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drjacobkelly · 1 year

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"Magni-I'm stealing your wife!" Jacob called out from the kitchen, not really sure where the big guy was, but he heard his voice somewhere in the house. "Come on-the car's running."

JJ was on the other side of the kitchen table and narrowed her eyes as her brother started toward her. She didn't have time for this. "The hell you are, Jacob. I have things I need to do today. And I'm sure you have work and Amelia and tons of other things to-" She was cut off when Jacob darted around the left side of the big wooden table.

"You promised." He said, charging toward her and dodging the chair she pulled out in self-defense. "-that when you came back from Germany you'd come into the office to get checked out."

"Eeeeyyy!" she screeched and scrambled into the living room. "I'm fine! Stay away you goon!" She hopped over a few of the baby's toys and around the coffee table, but Jacob was faster and cornered her by the end of the couch. "Jacob! Stop! Come on." She knew she was losing ground, but frantically looked about for an escape. "Let me...let me meet you there tomorrow. I'll even take you out to lunch." "Nope. Already cleared my schedule." She had nowhere to go as far as he could see, and she was already winded.

He didn't expect her to shove him with her bony elbow, shoulder low enough to catch him off balance and she awkwardly jumped onto the couch to get away from him. "Dammit JJ!" He hissed, righting his footing and catching up to her with his longer strides before she could get back onto the ground.

"Don't make me sit on you like when we were little! You don't still bite do you?" He went to wrap a thick arm around her waist but she slipped past him. Before he could spin around, she let out a squeak and was on the floor, a plastic stacking ring flying out from under her foot as she landed hard on the floor.

"You're a prat, you know that?" she wheezed, face set in a sour grimace and she sniffed. Her head was pounding and she was out of breath. And now her butt hurt. "Aww-come on. I'm just worried. You've not been yourself and there's something going on." He crouched down next to her. "You alright? You landed pretty hard. Oh-Jay you've got a little blood right..." He brushed his finger under her nose where a little bit of blood had started running. "Does this happen often? Come on, let's get you sorted out." He scooped her up and set her on her feet.

"I hate you." "No, you don't. You love me. I'm your favorite and you know it."

#drabble #t: my undoing #mangithorson #mention #agentjjkelly #I should probably edit this but fk it #blood tw

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humanitys-strongest-bamf · 1 year

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asdjf l;aksjf i wrote like the majority of an outline for a drabble but apparently forgot to save it before i switched computers after leaving for work :')

i hate my life

#kat rambles #im not amused #luckily its a short drabble so i think i can redo it #but fk

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sea-and-storm · 2 years

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FFXIV Write 2022 Prompt #8: Tepid (Arukh)

"Elder Unegen," Baidu announced as they had reached the mouth of the Cloister. "Arukh Kharlu answers your summons, if you would kindly receive him."

The winding natural pathways that Arukh had been led through by the Shuurga's khan had been almost claustrophobic at times, but they now opened up wide before his eyes. The cavernous cove boasted a high, craggy ceiling dotted with salt-crusted stalagtites. At their tips gathered heavy droplets of briny moisture borne of the humid sea breeze that blew in from the cove's cliffside opening along its back wall. It gave birth to a ceaseless symphony of dripping as they fell to the seawater lapping at the stone below where it pooled in the Cloister's center.

He assumed the sound might have been meditative to the udgan whose summons he was now answering, but it did little else but grate on Arukh's nerves. Then again, it just as easily could have been the place in which he now stood. Even more likely, it was simply the sight of the elderly woman sitting by the water's edge alighting a long-simmering grudge within him.

Elder Stormcaller Unegen of the Whispering Winds looked up from the seat of stone that she was perched upon at water’s edge at Baidu’s words, though her gray, clouded gaze never quite focused steadily upon them. She looked different from the figure of Arukh’s memory, once proud form withered and worn with the ravages of age and possessed of an undeniable air of frailty at odds with the image of stern strength that he had long associated with her. Though her braided hair had always been gray of color, the hue had shifted now to the stark white of sun-bleached bone and seemed every bit as brittle.

Using the gnarled driftwood staff resting beside her as a cane, the udgan slowly and unsteadily rose to her feet to greet both her khan and her guest. Behind her, another woman seemingly closer in age to Arukh’s own forty-odd summers quickly stepped forward at her obvious wavering, gently reaching out to take her arm for support.

"Please, Elder," she implored quietly, her brow drawn and voice heavy with obvious concern. "Do take care. You shouldn't push yourself.."

"You worry overmuch, Yesui," the elderly Xaela chided in nary more than an exasperated whisper, but made no move to push her or pull away from her assistance. “I am but old, not ill.. And it would be unforgivably rude of me to ask an honored guest to join me yet not even show such respect as to rise for their arrival.”

With her own sigh, the dark-haired woman at the Elder’s side seemed not wont to argue a point that would clearly fall only upon deaf ears. Only once she was certain that Unegen was steady on her feet did Yesui release her gentle hold upon her and step back, remaining close but allowing the woman her independence with a deferential nod.

If her talk of respect and honor was meant to please Arukh, it had fallen woefully short of its mark. He felt now the telltale flicking of his tail behind him, betraying his steadily mounting irritation. It wasn’t that Unegen’s choice of words itself had offended him, but that she uttered them with the same tepid deference in her tone that all of the Shuurga had entreated him with since his return. It was bad enough coming from Baidu Khan and those old friends and acquaintances whom he had spotted as he made his way through the same. Coming from Unegen, it was nigh unbearable for even the normally cool-headed warrior.

But as Yesui stepped back and Unegen refocused her attention upon him, he found himself put squarely on the backfoot as the Elder’s thin lips pulled into a smile to regard him.

“Welcome home, Young Arukh,” she greeted, paused, then let out a breathy chuckle with a shake of her head. “Ah, but forgive me. I do suppose you are not young yourself any longer, but a man grown. Still.. you are ever a child of the Shuurga, and the gods smile at your return to Their bosom.”

His lips parted to answer, but no words bubbled up from between them. Instead, his brow and jaw both set in a look of conflicted confusion at having been taken so thoroughly off guard.

This was not the manner of reception that he had at all envisioned within his mind’s eye. Not from the woman who had come to their home spirit away his sister when he was still but a child himself. Not the woman who had answered his protestations then with condescending placations about how this was a great honor. As if he should be grateful to her for shattering their family into innumerable, irreparable pieces.

His tongue passed over his lips as he bit back a far less gracious, unbecoming answer. Instead, he straightened, his posture rigid with tension as he fouggt to control the sharpness of his words.

“I must speak with you alone,” he answered, pointedly side-stepping her warmth.

“Elder..” Yesui began from behind her, once more the concern rising to her voice but with greater urgency.

Arukh wondered if she had picked up on his barely contained temper simmering under his skin. As if he would lay the first hand of harm upon this frail woman, regardless of his own misgivings towards her.. But it was clear that despite Unegen’s words of warmth and welcome, the others yet viewed him as Kharlu now. So he bitterly supposed it was only natural that they worry what capriciousness and cruelties of which he was capable with the Elder at his mercy.

This time, however, Unegen stopped the other udgan's protests short by raising a wrinkled, gnarled hand.

“Very well,” she answered him with a nod, then glanced back to the other woman behind her. “Yesui, escort Baidu Khan to the storeroom and inform him of which herbs and reagents we’ve need of restocking and how much we should be grateful to receive from the gatherers. We've much work to do ere the next migration and it would be prudent to start now."

With no shortage of reluctance, the other woman left the Elder’s side and started towards them. Her bright blue eyes met Arukh's own as she approached the Khan beside him, fixing him with an appraising stare. He raised no protest to the manner in which she scrutinized him for signs of ill intent.

“I will not keep the Elder overlong,” he offered by way of reassurance. “I’ve simply a message to relay. Nothing more.”

Whether or not she was satisfied by what she found in his eyes and his words, Yesui’s gaze finally broke from his in silence as she looked instead to Baidu. Without acknowledgement, she guestured for the khan to follow as she departed the Cloister and left them to their talk.

Once they were out of sight and the reverberating echo of their footsteps had faded into silence once more, Unegen lowered herself back into the seat she had just risen from with a groan. It was clear the movement gave her no shortage of grief. Little wonder it was that she scarcely left this cove these days if even something so simple gave her such obvious discomfort.

“Pray pay no heed to Yesui’s protectiveness,” she sighed once she was settled again. “I’ve but recently informed her that I intend for her to succeed me as Elder.. and I suspect that she is intent on delaying the passage of that mantle as long as she can manage it.” She let out a soft huff. “A more skilled healer than Yesui of the Calm Waters I have not met, but.. her confidence could withstand a measure of tempering yet if she is to lead one day.”

“With all due respect, Elder–” Arukh interjected suddenly, having little intent to entertain such conversation of a way of life that clearly no longer welcomed him. “I would relay my message to you and be on my way, if it is all the same to you. Yours is not the only message I come bearing.”

Unegen’s pale brows rose as she regarded the stiff-lipped warrior, but she showed no sign of offense at his impatience. She only offered an understanding, silent nod.

"Very well."

“It was Ghoa that bade me seek you out,” Arukh began, but paused when he saw the faint hint of concern begin to arise upon the elderly Xaela’s face. His head shook softly. “Though our paths did cross once again upon Steppe soil, rest assured that she is hale, whole, and well looked after. The Kharlu do not know of her interlude here and keeping it as such is the reason for my request of privacy for our talk."

He couldn’t help but let his words trail then, if only for a moment, to watch how they were received. At first, the chief emotion that took over Unegen’s countenance was that of surprise, followed quickly by concern. But with Arukh’s reassurance, that too faded away – into a look of peaceful knowing.

“I see..” she murmured, a small smile pulling at her lips as she cast her cloudy eyes back out to the sea beyond the Cloister. “The sea has been unseasonably restless of late, I had noticed, but I had yet to surmise its meaning. Now it becomes clearer.”

Once more Arukh felt the irritation rising up the spine as she spoke of signs and their meanings. Unegen of the Whispering Winds had always been revered and respected amongst the rest of the Shuurga for the keen ear she kept to the gods’ will. However, Arukh had only ever viewed it with bitter, if not sacriligious skepticism.

“She wishes for me to relay to you that ‘she understands now’,” he continued, having to work to keep his tone measured but unable to keep the tension from sneaking its way in entirely. “She no longer blames you for the decision that you made not to intercede on her behalf when she was Chosen, and.. she feels that she owes you an apology for her doubting of you.”

Clearly, from how he was simply unable to keep from spitting those last words out as if they were bitter upon his tongue, Arukh did not share his sister’s sentiment.

“So, then.. I take it that you revealed yourself to her? Who you were to her, in truth?” Unegen spoke up suddenly, but surprisingly.. there was no judgment there in her voice. Only curiosity. Once again, she had caught him off-guard.

“..Yes,” he answered, but not without the tone of a person suspicious that they were about to step into an awaiting trap. “She knows now that we are blood.” A pause, then he continued with perhaps a touch more venom underlying his words than even he had meant. “And she knows now of the rest of her true family.”

He had been expecting the words to meet Unegen’s disapproval.. He had been hoping for it, in truth. Though he did not wish to inflict any physical harm upon the woman in front of him, there was still a part of himself deep down that wished to cut her in the same way as she had cut them so many years ago. By stealing back the sister that had been taken from him.

So when the Elder’s expression turned to relief rather than rancor, Arukh was not rightly sure how to feel about it. Disappointed? Angry? He settled instead upon bewilderment, and she smiled knowingly when she saw how plainly it marked his scarred features.

“You are surprised that it brings me peace to hear this?” she asked with a soft cant of her head. "But I suppose your surprise should neither surprise me. It is clear that while Ghoa has extended her forgiveness, your heart still harbors much resentment when you look upon me.”

There it was, the open acknowledgement of his anger and discomfort. And now that Unegen herself had opened that door, Arukh made no move to slam it back shut again. Rather, he gladly stepped right through its threshold.

“I considered not relaying the message at all,” he admitted in a huff, eyes narrowing upon her. “Ghoa owes you no apology. By my figuring, you are the one who ought be apologizing. To her. To our parents. To the other families from whom you’ve stolen loved ones.”

There was a long pause after the heavy accusations fell from his lips while Unegen’s gaze drifted off, her mind clearly turning with thought on how to answer him. Was she going to once again patronize him with her talk of the gods’ will as she had when he was a child? Chide him for his own sacreligious selfishness? Make excuses to justify what she had done?

“You speak a truth that has weighed heavily upon my heart now for years,” she sighed. Once again, the Elder Stormcaller had defied his expectations in the most unexpected of ways with the admission. “But lest you think I say so simply to pander to you without sincerity, I ask that you permit me to tell a tale from our clan’s long history.”

#ffxivwrite2022 #arukh mankhad #unegen mankhad #baidu mankhad #yesui mankhad #hhhhh i'm not super happy with this one #couldn't quite find the right stride with it #but decided to say fk it and post it anyway #especially since i needed to finish churning it out for future drabble purposes anyhoo #oh well #hecc u perfectionism

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lovejosephquinn · 2 years

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1am Dom!Joe Blurb

FaceTime Fun

Under The Autograph Table

Late Night Smut Rambling

Underwear Masturbation Blurb

A Massage With A Happy Ending

Under The Dining Table

Slow To Hard In Seconds

Just Another Dom!Joe Blurb

A Jealous Dominant Boyfriend

Joe Or Eddie?

Feral Thoughts Tuesday

Birthday Head For The Birthday Boy

Sitting On Joes Face

What Would Joe Be Like In Bed?

Drunken Sex

Up Against A Wall

Late Night Thoughts Of You Lead To…

Coming Home To You

A Dangerous Encounter

Fk It I’ll Breed You Here

Smutty Drabble Time

Smutty Drabble Time 2

Friends With Benefits

Hours Of Intimacy After Months Away

Top Kinks

NSFW Alphabet

Submitting To You Is His Fantasy

The Ex Boyfriend

Leather & Lace

Thigh Grinding Can Be Hot Too

Balcony Sex

Have A Seat…On My Face

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oonajaeadira · 1 year

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For the Love of Fic: January 29

I may have started my busytimes, but this was technically my last week of freedom, so I made the most of it!

Here’s what I enjoyed this week!

🪐 = Year of Themed Creations work!

MARCUS PIKE

The Saltwater Room (iii) and (iv) by @chaoticgeminate 🪐 This brings Kells’ January fic to a close. This is a fun fic that makes me want to check out the game Raft now and I’ve enjoyed the open-water adventure of sailing a flooded world with Marcus and making what we can of it. I’m so excited to see what the February fic holds in store!!!

The Wedding Planner by @toomanystoriessolittletime 🪐 I just loved this. I love a good romcom. Steph puts Marcus in the role of the wedding planner and everyone gets to own their own corner of yearntown here. Just so much fluff, so much fun, I absolutely adore Marcus getting what his heart desires and the reader getting the wedding of her dreams.

PERO TOVAR

The Herbalist: Part 2: The Lies Were More Appealing Than the Truth by @blueeyesatnight No Tovar yet, but we’re getting close. Instead, we get a very good study of Kitty and her brother, as well as a really good feel for the town where the story takes place. Blue is doing a wonderful job at setting the character and tone and I really can’t wait to see this girl get Pero all tongue-tied...

JACK DANIELS

Shaken Not Stirred by @haylzcyon Hoh my gods. This is the kind of smut that gets me going. The kind where our cowboy isn’t a hard dom or a mouthy fool...Whiskey here is... adoring. Content. Reverent. And Haylz’ beautiful style plays beautifully in that zone between hot and soft, emotions and mechanics, folding in on itself over and over into something silky and smooth. This is a sequel to Over Ice, but it does stand on its own. But if you want the sweet before the spice, you can start there with the heart and work your way down.

JOEL MILLER

Symmetry by @words-are-fireproof 🪐 This is a look at Joel Miller, a man with loss and a lot of anger in the world. It hurts that Tommy’s the one who wants to look out for him and the only family he has left, but he just keeps pushing him away and sinking into survival mode. This one’s tough, but really nicely written.

Invitation by @beecastle 🪐 Bee’s doing a Year of Mary Oliver challenge where she uses lines from the poet as inspiration and prompts. This sweet little drabble’s line is “it is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in the broken world” and Bee uses it to wonderful effect for a moment of noticing something simple and beautiful that the world still has to offer.

Always Thought That I’d See You Again by @ezrasbirdie Twenty years since high school and running into the Miller boys again? Tommy coming into your bar to drink and be friendly and Joel coming by to take care of Tommy. Maybe. Maybe he remembers you from high school. Maybe he helps you close up the bar one night. Maybe he walks you to your car. Maybe I had a swoon reading this. Maybe. I’ll never tell.

EZRA

Ribbons & Wings by @insomniamamma I will never, ever tire of J’s Prickle stories and am always happy to see her drop another. Ezra and Cee post-film, traveling with their hired third, an amazing found family scraping it together on distant and interesting worlds. J’s extention of the Prospect worldbuilding is top-tier and even here, on a world much like our own, she still manages to make it feel alien and wondrous. You don’t need to read the Prickle ‘verse in order--she doesn’t write them in order--to enjoy these stories. But if you haven’t looked into her very rich worlds, I really suggest you do.

DIETER BRAVO

The Worst Fic Ever by @beskarberry Y’all just get on your knees now, because this fic was just crowned king. Like, print this out and put it in your pocket for your worst days and it will cure all. I don’t really do this, but this fic gave me so much giddy joy that I’m gonna give it stars. Five. All of them solid gold. 🌟⭐️🌟⭐️🌟 Fk. How about five more. 🌟⭐️🌟⭐️🌟 And a raccoon. 🦝

The Roles We Play by @missredherring I love the double-entendre of this title. Rachel reframes Dieter as a man with a pouty little boy inside him, one that needs to be handled gently and told no. One that wants comfort but has to learn to do it by himself. And there’s no spice involved, this is a sweet story...and the reader has way more resolve than I would...

FRANKIE MORALES

I Need A Pilot by @all-the-things-2020 🪐 Putting Frankie--I mean, Franki--into the Star Wars universe and teaming up with Finn and Poe to fly over the mountains in a Resistance run? Yes please! Funny how Poe kind of looks like his friend San-Ti and Franki’s hopper isn’t really built to fly that high, but they’ll make it, right?

You Walk By And I Fall To Pieces by @lesbianhotch This is exactly my speed of being picked up at a bar by someone with as much shy DNA as we all imagine Frankie has. It’s sweet and pretty, and Santi deserves a little peck on the cheek for being a little shit.

MARCUS MORENO

Birthday Party by @dawn-petrichor-world 🪐 Look. You shouldn’t get involved with anyone related to your students. But when it’s Marcus, do you really have a choice?

JAVIER PEÑA

untitled by @unhinged-summer-fun So this self-proclaimed thirsty bitch won’t stop it with the alpha!Javier and I DON’T WANT HER TO. Why does there have to be yearning in the darkness? Why does the timing have to be off? Why can’t we all just have nice alphas?

DIN DJARIN

Year of Small Joys 1 - Hot meal by @keldabe-kriff 🪐 I love the thought of Din learning step by step how to parent and doing his best to get it right. A hot meal can go a long way for a growing little boy... This is super sweet.

GUEST CHARACTER SPOTLIGHT

TESS SERVOPOULOS

To Have and To Hold by @miraclesabound In six short paragraphs, Katie explains the motivation behind the runner that comes for Tess in episode 2 (spoilers, yo) and the calling of like to like. It’s really beautiful and builds on Craig’s sentiments about the kiss...

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nana1000night · 2 years

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STARDUST REBLOG CHALLENGE Masterlist

September 🍂

Week 1 (9.7~9.11)

9/7、9/8

Diplomatic Negotiations drabble by @oh-my-damn

were-creature Wednesday: werewolf Ari and Luna by @imaginedreamwrite

Dark Tony Stark x Reader by @mrsdarkandyandere7

Avengers Game Night Headcanon by @marvel-sambuckyvibes

Steven Grant x Fem!Reader by @angelltheninth

Dennis Baker drabbles by @ littlelioncub43

Bucky Barnes | B&B SFW Alphabet by @rookthorne

One Night Stand by @caplanbuckybarnes

Dennis Baker married life by @ littlelioncub43

Whumptember 2022 prompt:sick pairing:Frank Adler /little!reader by @comfortcap

Tell him you’re mine(Curtis Everett /fem!reader) by @vivianandherlily

Forgot by @royalwriteroftheuniverse

Bring me to life part 1 by @nekoannie-chan

Love poison (Steve Rogers /fem!reader) by @empyreanwritings

9/9

‘Cause I can’t help if you look like an angel by @wildestdreamsblog

Andy Barber (Mr.Freezy) x reader by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

For You I’ll Fight || Bruce Wayne Imagine by @holymultiplefandomsbatman

Forgot - but then Steve Remembers by @royalwriteroftheuniverse

Clubs and Things by @samwilsonsbabymama

AU!Buckys and their readers by @angrythingstarlight

Fluff and nsfw (fluff part) by @ronearoundblindly

Stars and Stripes | s.w. by @sweetascanbee

There's still time (Eddie Brock x Reader) by @raincoffeeandfandoms

in layman's terms by @sweetdreamsbuck

Beautifully Unfinished by @kayteewritessteve

Midnight Stroll by @drabblewithfrannybarnes

The Feeling’s Mutual by @thenhewaswrongaboutme

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞: 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 by @buckycuddlebuddy

CE characters react when their girls withhold sex..just to tease him hc by @royalsweetteaa

9/10

The maid of Mr. Barnes - Part 6 (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @disasterofastory

Gotcha Day | s.r. by @sweetascanbee

Summer Wedding by @royalwriteroftheuniverse

Vampire reader x steve by @ronearoundblindly

deep sea mermaid reader x steve by @ronearoundblindly

art - bucky barnes x reader by @onceuponastory

college bruce banner x g/n! reader by @fluffyprettykitty

9/11

mob boss! Steve x reader by @angrythingstarlight

Andy Barber x reader (3k wheels of filth drabble celebration) by @ the-iceni-bitch

Royal Flush-Part 5* by @ilovefandoms102

steve rogers x trench mermaid pt.2 by @ronearoundblindly

fluffy Friday (Ari x Luna) by @imaginedreamwrite

Steve x fem!reader by @sanguineterrain

once in a lifetime by @ classicalmarvel

Blanket Monster by @drabblewithfrannybarnes

Give Me a Hand? by @the-iceni-bitch

Week 2

The One in Charge by @raincoffeeandfandoms

boyfriend!Ari Levinson x student! Reader by @junipermuses

FK!Ari x reader by @onsunnyside

Jake Jensen x reader by @littlelioncub43

𝐌𝐀𝐏𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐍-𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒 by @vivianandherlily

Mixed Signals - Part I: A Chris Evans Mini Fic (Three Parts) by @chris-evans-fics

Happy Father's Day - Jake Jensen by @justalonelyslytherin

HAPPY FATHER’S DAY - COLIN SHEA by @justalonelyslytherin

Hey, Kitty Kitty by @royalsweetteaa

Sprinkle by @buckyalpine

Heavenly Touch by @straywords

bucky barnes x reader by @annab-nana

bucky barnes x reader quote by @incorrectanything

Ari x Reader: won't you whisper soft and slow? (One Shot) by @cruelfvkingsummer

adopted a puppy CE x reader by @imyourbratzdoll

Hot Tubs and Bubs by @f10werfae

Escape by @golden-ariess

whats-it-like-being-tall-yn-is-it by @hannibals-favourite-meal

Sox (Chris Evans x Reader Headcannon) by @cevansgoatee

CE x reader 3 parts by @classicalmarvel

HONEYMOON WITH ARI by @classicalmarvel

safe in your arms by @classicalmarvel

winter things by @classicalmarvel

you make me feel like a teenager in loveee! by @classicalmarvel

3 headcanons by @classicalmarvel

Mob Bucky x F reader by @buckyalpine

Well-deserved throne by @sinner-as-saint

A morning with Stevie- questions and answers by @royalwriteroftheuniverse

Sleepy by @comfortcap

steve rogers x reader quote by @incorrectcapsicle

Fresh Fallen Snow, Part 6 by @georgiapeach30513

Civil war Bucky + overstimulation (light fic) by @buckgasms

A simple mission by @nekoannie-chan

steve rogers x reader quote by @incorrectcapsicle

40s Bucky + Virginity by @buckgasms

Summer Wedding Part 4 by @royalwriteroftheuniverse

Happy ending by @nekoannie-chan

fluffy smut steve rogers x reader by @the-iceni-bitch

Silverfox Johnny drunk rambling to his baby by @imaginedreamwrite

𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 by @buckycuddlebuddy

Like Braille by @thenhewaswrongaboutme

Smut Dialogue: “Is that a thong?” with Ari Levinson by @the-iceni-bitch

October 🎃

S IS FOR SMOOTH by @peternoonewantsthat

Plushie Problem by @thenhewaswrongaboutme

SOMEBODY ELSE by @shedobewritingalittle

𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓 by @vivianandherlily

Time For A Break- Chris Evans xreader fic by @sarahrogersevans

DAY 21 — THIGH FUCKING by @bucky-barnes-diaries

Flashed a Tit by @f10werfae

Summer wedding Part 6 by @royalwriteroftheuniverse

Part 5

Part 4

Part 3

Part 2

Part 1

Mafia!Bucky x Reader by @angrythingstarlight

OVER AND OVER - ARI LEVINSON SMUT by @frostironfudge

Misreaders by @royalesweetteaa

DAY 20 — THIGH RIDING by @bucky-barnes-diaries

A PLACE TO COME HOME TO by @justalonelyslytherin

I WANT YOU- CHRIS EVANS XREADER FAN FIC by @sarahrogersevans

Slice of Life by @fluffycutecevans

HEAVEN FOR YOU: PART 4 by @imaginedreamwrite

KITCHEN DISASTER by @nekoannie-chan

𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐞 𝟒 by @buckyhoney

POSTCARDS MASTERLIST by @sebbytrash

𝗖𝘂𝗽𝗶𝗱𝘀 𝗕𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸𝗳𝗮𝘀𝘁- 𝗔𝗿𝗶 𝗟𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗼𝗻 by @gutflorizt

FOOLS RUSH IN (OCT 20TH) by @ronearoundblindly

TWO OF US by @lovebittenbyevans

Drabble 1

Drabble 2

Drabble 3

Drabble 4

Drabble 5

IG Posted ｜Part 2 ｜ Part 3 ｜

Aesthetic au

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

I know heaven’s a thing, I go there when you touch me by @wildestdreamsblog

SHORT STUFF - BUCKY BARNES X READER by @youlightmeupfinn

Ransom/daycare! reader by @imaginedreamwrite

A TOUCH OF DESIRE by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

UNTITLED DRABBLE by @joannaliceevans-fanficblog

HIS BRIDE by @joannaliceevans-fanficblog

TICKLETOBER DAY 18: CHASE by @supermarvel-fics

A DAY FULL OF SURPRISES- STEVE ROGERS XREADER FIC by @sarahrogersevans

A TEASE by @lokiandbuckysdoll

MOVING DAY by @fortheloveoffanfic

CAT-SITTING by @youre-amazing-say-it

NASTY NAUGHTY BOY || STEVE ROGERS X FEM!READER by @ro-is-struggling

college fuckboy buck x f reader by @buckyalpine

Kiss it Better by @straywords

A DATE WITH THE BOSS by @lokiandbuckysdoll

BUCKY BARNES | ONE SHOT | OKAY by @adrinktostopyourthirst

HIDE AND SEEK | STEVE ROGERS BY @earth616variant

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Your Protector, Forever BY @wildestdreamsblog

Nursing Our Hearts Back to Health BY @justalonelyslytherin

THE DAY STEVE ROGERS SAVED ME FROM A FIRE- STEVE ROGERS XREADER FIC BY @sarahrogersevans

innocent crybaby reader: bodyguard ari BY @onsunnyside

corruption kink by @holylulusworld

Writers Block by @royalwriteroftheuniverse

kinktober masterlist by @bubblessunshinehoney

Steven/Marc/Jake x F!Reader by @soonknight

Kinktober bingo by @nomadicpixel

Shorty McLovin by @f10werfae

Timeless lovin’ by @royalsweetteaa

Part 1

FARM BOY STEVE by @onsunnyside

IT’S FUN BEING BAD by @sunshinebuckybarnes

Loud Thoughts & Hot Cocoa- Chris Evans xreader fan fic by @sarahrogersevans

LOVERS IN THE ORCHARD by @vintagestarlight

Kinktober Masterlist by @luxeavenger

kinktober masterlist by @imyourbratzdoll

kinktober masterlist by @traitorjoelite

STARTING GATE by @navybrat817

werewolf Curtis x Luna by @imaginedreamwrite

The Fitness Pack masterlist by @holylulusworld

JUST A LITTLE TASTE | B. BARNES by @buckspumpkin

Kissing + Wakanda Bucky by @buckgasms

FRESH FALLEN SNOW by @georgiapeach30513

Nothing I Won’t Do- Chris Evans xreader fan fic by @sarahrogersevans

TAME by @buckyalpine

CE CHARACTERS PODCAST HEADCANNON AND WHAT THEY WOULD LISTEN TO XREADER by @sarahrogersevans

PHIL’S BIRTHDAY by @anotherfuckingmarvelfanaccount

𝙪𝙣𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 (1) ₊˚ପ⊹ 𝙗.𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙨 • 𝙨.𝙧𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 by @hellsbarnes

CALL IT DREAMING by @helios-writes

SAM WILSON X GN!READER (FLUFF) by @rodrikstark

BATHTIME | B.B. by @intrepidacious

HARD TO HANDLE by @rubynationwins

ok maybe not a good guy but at least a dateable guy? by @angrythingstarlight

HAPPINESS GREED? by @ace-of-gay

kinktober masterlist by @ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused

BOUND BY THE NIGHT by @jobean12-blog

SHE’S NOT YOU by @alisonsfics

Title: One Night Only by @jessybarnes

Bucky craving pumpkins with reader by @foreverindreamlandd

FRIENDLY COMPETITION by @hannibals-favourite-meal

Angrydaddy Andy forcing kitten reader to hump on his leather shoes while he is in a meeting by @onsunnyside

TOGETHER FOREVER by @syntheticavenger

EARPIECE STEVE ROGERS X GN!READER (FLUFF) by @rodrikstark

Kinktober Masterlist by @bucky-barnes-diaries

512 - B.B by @the-canary

HOMECOMINGSTEVE ROGERS X F!READER (FLUFF) by @rodrikstark

Always Enough by @jobean12-blog

Ned；bucky barnes x reader by @buckyalpine

SWEET DREAMS by @buckyalpine

WHAT YOUR HONEYMOON WITH STEVE ROGERS WOULD INCLUDE... by @alloftheimaginesblog

PRETTY GIRL by @jewels2876

JUMP WITH ME by @writercole

best friend Bucky by @buckyalpine

chris x foreigner reader by @imyourbratzdoll

andy barber x reader x steve rogers(past relationship) by @imyourbratzdoll

STAY by @librariesandcastles

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬, 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐬. by @imyourbratzdoll

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑨𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑 by @imyourbratzdoll

Growing Pains Series by @cevansbrat0007

Kinktober 2022 by @holylulusworld

COCKTAIL by @jobean12-blog

KINKTOBER DAY 12: MOMMY KINK W/ STEVE ROGERS by @marvelouscharlie24

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist by LATE-TO-THE-PARTY-81

SECRET FAMILY RECIPE - STEVE ROGERS by JUSTALONELYSLYTHERIN

DON’T SAY ANYTHING (PART 3) by CUMONBUCKY

DON’T SAY ANYTHING (PART 2) by CUMONBUCKY

animal shifter au by SARGENTBARXES

boss!vampire!bucky x PA plus size reader by SEBASTIANSLUTS

SHOW ME by SPECTRE-POSTS

DO YOU WANT TO HAVE AN ALPHA? by WELLDONEBECA

THIRD WHEEL by HANNIBALS-FAVOURITE-MEAL

"YOU KEPT THIS?" by JUSTALONELYSLYTHERIN

SAME SIDE by NEKOANNIE-CHAN

KINKTOBER DAY 10: BITING W/ LLOYD HANSEN by MARVELOUSCHARLIE24

Second Chance- Steve Rogers xreader fan fic by SARAHROGERSEVANS

THE MAID OF MR. BARNES + LONG NIGHT (BUCKY BARNES X READER) by DISASTEROFASTORY

AUTUMN IS HEALING by RONEAROUNDBLINDLY

𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬: Ari Levinson and Nomad Steve Rogers by LILACEVANS

what each of the guys' dicks look like and i need to know your opinion now by VALLEYFAE

I Will Never Forget. He Never Did Either by ROYALWRITERSOFTHEUNIVERSES

November ❄️

Week 1

Week 2

Week 3

Week 4

December ☃️

Week 1

Week 2

Week 3

Week 4𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞: 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝

#stardust reblog challenge #nana's reblog challenge

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onlyswan · 1 year

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Ok, memorable bit, when JK helping her with her period...: you feel the wet wipes slide across the soft skin of your thighs, and you try to take over cleaning yourself but his quiet ‘let me’ leaves your heart feeling weaker. your eyes gloss over his hunched figure lovingly, wondering when the intimacy between the two of you started running this deep.

😭 there's so many 'he helps u when y're on yr period' fics out there that are like 'he buys you choc/tampons and rubs yr belly' but I've never read one where he cleans you up and that got me right in the feels bro And also (I can't find it...) where she was worried about meeting his parents due to her past (#relatable), and he says something like she did such a good job of raising herself and becoming who she is 😭 never has a girl felt so validated 😔 I love the fun moments too (spontaneous trip to Japan fk yes) but I felt these two moments in my heart 💗

not me going 🥹🥹🥹 thinking about these moments as if i wasn’t the one who wrote them. he’s just the sweetest thing ever i want to cry

AND OMGHSJDHFD it’s from this drabble !! eeekkk i’m so surprised you thought of that too 😭 i truly poured out my heart there it makes me so happy that you found it memorable as well :"))) 🤍🫂 THANK YOU THANK YOU

#art’s mailbox #ask 🎮

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onsunnyside · 1 year

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Here it is !! Flamingo King snippet for part 7, originally from part 6 but moved to the epilogue/bonus chapter 🦩❤️‍🔥 I’ve never loved a fic this much and am so thankful for all of your support !! I hope you all enjoy 🥰🫶

“Hey, sugar, you know you don’t gotta knock.”

“I just thought it would only be fair for tonight.” You shyly hold out a bouquet of flowers, vibrant red and yellow tulips from the best florist in the city. “These are for you. I was thinkin’ we could stop by the bakery after dinner? They brought back your favourite pie and I told them to save us a good one.”

Ari stands there for a moment, looking between you and the flowers. Then, he slaps the door, “awh shit, that was today? I thought—” he groans, “I thought it was tomorrow, Friday right?”

“Today is Friday.”

“Shit.” He curses, “The Den has been a fuckin’ zoo with all the college kids being back in town, my brain is fried and my eyes fuckin’ hurt from staring at a screen all day. Aside from bartending, Curtis has us doing all this paperwork and—” he shoulders sag, “nevermind. No need to be standing out there, come in, baby.”

The light flickers on and you can finally see him properly.

Eyeglasses are on the tip of his nose, his hair is messy and pulled out of his face with a small clip, one you recognize from your small vanity at home. His normally glowy skin is dull and tired, and dark bags make his eyes appear sunken into his face.

You’ve seen him dishevelled, but nothing this exhausted.

He’s still as pretty as ever, but just so terribly tired.

“Give me a few minutes, I’ll get ready quickly.” Then he’s off to his bedroom, abandoning his laptop and coffee table cluttered with dirty dishes, and plenty of papers.

A blanket and pillow that used to occupy his big, comfy bed are on the couch, along with a spare t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. His record player is off, no slow rock song filling his trailer like usually.

You hear several slams and bangs before peeking into his bedroom and it’s a mess, far worse than the living room. Clothes skewed over his bed, the laundry bin overflowing and more stacks of empty dishes on his nightstands, although outnumbered by takeout containers.

Ever since you met Ari, he took pride in his spotless home and kept his things organized. He was diligent with weekly cleans, and often reminded you of laundry day so you could do your chores together.

It’s been quite wild for you too from sports season and the rush of people coming in after school or work. Even Andy had to hire new staff just to keep up with the hoard of customers.

Despite being busy, you’ve still made time for each other, going out for late night ice cream, or hanging out in your trailer watching movies on the laptop that you got for a massive discount (from a particular blond cutie with a goatee). But you haven’t been over in a few days, a week at most, and you didn’t know it was this bad.

“Ari.”

“Hold on!” he calls out, digging through his dressers as clothes fall to the floor.

“Ari.”

“Where the fuck are my jeans?” He sweeps through the hangers again, squinting behind his glasses, “Why do I have so many flannels?”

You step behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso. Pressing your cheek against his bare back, you can feel his rigid muscles under his skin. Poor baby, he’s so overworked and drained, yet he was still trying to put you first.

“We don’t have to go tonight.”

“We do. You got all dolled up and bought me flowers. You were gonna wine and dine me, and you can’t do that if we’re stuck in this pigsty.”

You squeeze him tighter, refusing to let go. You know he could easily overpower you, throw you on the bed and continue getting ready. But instead, he just sinks into your touch, slumping over and bracing himself on the dresser.

“I’m so fuckin’ sorry, sugar.”

“Don’t be.”

He always took care of you. Making sure you ate during the day, stayed hydrated and out of the harsh sun. He wouldn’t eat until you took a first bite, and always put snacks and water in your bag before you went to work. Sometimes on his days off, he’d get into your trailer by using the key you gave him and tidy up, wanting you to come home and be able to relax.

Ari has done so much for you.

It takes a few more kisses, some affectionate squeezing and running your hands up and down his chest for him to turn around.

His eyebrows are knotted tight, and a deep solemn frown plays on his lips. You notice his beard is thicker too, a smidge longer than his usual trim.

“I’m so tired—I don’t know what the hell is happening.” He sags forward, slinging his arms over your shoulders and tugging you closer.

You turn your head, kissing his bicep. “Wanna talk about it?”

He shrugs. “It’s work, work and work. That’s all I fuckin’ do now. I love The Den and working with my friends, and it always gets busy this time of year but shit…” he huffs, squeezing his eyes shut. “It was fine before because I had nothin’ else to do but now I have you.” He leans down, pressing his forehead to yours, “You're my girl—how the hell can I give you the attention, time and love that you deserve if I can’t even remember what day it is?”

Your heart aches as you stare into his disappointed blue eyes. Framed by thick lashes, they blink so slowly and sleepily.

“I don’t—I refuse to lose you because of something stupid like this.”

“You’re not going to lose me over one missed date.” You promise, meaning every word.

He chuckles dryly and turns back around to search through the closet again. “It starts like that. Then it’s another and another, and soon we aren’t even seeing each other for days at a time and resort to texts and five minute calls.” He rambles, “And then we’re just two strangers who had something great and you’re gonna get swept off your feet by some douchebag who can’t even remember your favourite colour. While you’re off with him in a big and bright city, I’m gonna be an old man still at The Den, talking about how I lost the girl of my dreams to drunk guys who have a million better things to do—”

“—would you be quiet!”

He looks over his shoulder with wide eyes.

“We aren’t going, so put down those jeans and sit on your bed.” You cross your arms.

Ari doesn’t move, his long fingers still clutching the denim. “Uh—”

“Shush.” You snatch the jeans from his hands and toss it on the dresser, and point to the unmade bed. “Go. Now.”

“Yes ma’am.” He mutters under his breath, cautiously walking around you to his bedroom. With a heavy breath, he plops on the mattress, leaning back with his legs spread wide.

His thin shorts ride up his thick thighs, displaying the built muscle and coarse hair. Quickly glancing over his shameless bulge, you admire his cute tummy and the chain dangling between his pecs.

You step towards him, cupping his bearded face in your hands and squishing his cheeks, making his lips pucker. “You have to take a break or else you’re gonna burn out.”

His eyes close peacefully, your touch silencing all of those pesky worries and looming fears. He was normally very reflective about his thoughts, and kept those stupid, useless, noisy ones to himself.

One of your hands moves to his hair, taking out the clip and running your fingers through the dark strands. “You always take care of me. You’re always so sweet and attentive, the best daddy I could’ve ever asked for.” You say softly and lean down, gently pulling his head back to kiss his cheek, trailing closer to his pink, plump lips. “Now I wanna take care of you.”

A low groan rumbles from his chest, “yeah, baby? You gonna take care of daddy tonight?”

“Mhm.” You hum with a chaste kiss. “Work out all those knots in your back, clear your head…” Your hands fall to his shoulders, tenderly pressing into the tense muscles. “Tonight is all about you, daddy. You deserve it.”

It’s about time we get back to the hot and steamy Flamingo Trailer Park !! The posting date would be earlier but your girl has exams 🥸 I hope you’re all as excited as me 🤩 pls feel free to share your thoughts !!

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stay-midnight · 1 year

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when are you going to post againnn ???

I’ve been waiting for another fanfic to read 😭😭

IM SORRY--- This week has been insane as fk and i havent had the time to properly write much less sleep- but I hope I could pump out something by this week (hopefully...) if not then I'll go make a quick drabble to compensate for the posting fic oh and im also going to announce something important later huiheu

#midnight asks #mystery anonnie

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chawarin-panich · 1 year

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First off, glad that one ask wasn't eaten! And aww! You don't need to give me a fic gift (though I won't say no), that's so nice of you! <3 And I'm happy to help with any and all fine ideas around you need them! (Though mainly AK and FK) I like being a sounding board for ideas and if that means the sequel for the OG AK fic comes faster even better! I'm super duper excited to read it! =D And omg 10 wips!? Thats amazing! Im excited for every single one of them!!

I read your BDSM FK fic and it was so yummy! I'm not always the best when it comes with angst but you seem to hit a good balance that's not overbearing. I bet the offgun meddlesome fic would so filled with so much mutual pining and misunderstandings it would be hair pulling ridiculous! So amazing! ;)

Honestly anything you written that I've read is *chef's kiss* so continue to do the great work at your own pace. It will definitely be worth the wait!

anon...there are now 12 wips RIP and one of those is just a brainstorming doc for fk fics i havent started writing aksjdhskjhdj

im going through this phase where i am very motivated to write so i write whatever i want to when I can which isn't the most conducive to finishing so everything is unpublished LOL. The one called AK Drabble is the one for you and it's about Kaipa finding Alan after his confrontation with Jim to call him out on being a classist piece of shit (for his you dumped me for this chicken rice vendor comment) - love is a mirror, a challenge, a chance to get better and so on and so forth god alan and kaipa make me so cheesy.

I hope I can write the offgun meddling fic soon. But actually I've been thinking about...about their romantic beginning asfkjaghj and this idea of like when does you liking someone even begin? When you first realize it or since the first time you remember liking something about them. Isn't every moment a little drop that ultimately makes this boundless cup overflow. The day Khaotung kissed First for the first time as Ayan is as precious as the day when Khaotung saw First for the first time though he doesn't really remember, as the first glass of water that First poured for him, as the first text First had sent him as the second and the third etc. what alan and kaipa just firstkhao makes me so cheesy. They really make me lose my mind, their love transcends the need for definition and that i really believe to be true asdajsfhkdjgh As always many 😍😘 for your praising my fics - I am an abyss of needing attention LOL so I will read these asks/comments when I'm down and I'm so happy you decided to talk to me :D :D

#nani answers #alankaipa anon #nice anons #nani's writing shenanigans

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chateautae · 1 year

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been out of the loop with everything lately but my girls have been keeping me updated like we’re all besties lmfao. haven’t read a fic in a hot min but read the drabble, super cute as per usual but jks one feels like it’s gonna be a fk tonne of banter and i (should say we bc my girls are still shy to drop a message on their own) can’t wait to read it. sending you big love from teacher anon and her cutie lil now ex students xx

TEACHER ANON hello!! ah it's so good to hear from you and your girls, and hehe yES to anyone who's read my hotter than hell series, lemme tell y'all that to turn a bad thing good!jungkook and his reader are literally going to be worse when it comes to banter. honestly, i don't even know if calling them 'enemies' to lovers is enough, they literally go from 'haters' to lovers because they absolutely can't stand each other 😭 WAHH i look forward to your support and i hope you and the girls are doing well <33

#anon #sammy's inbox #fic: to turn a bad thing good

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humanitys-strongest-bamf · 1 year

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Hi!

We have a lot of shared mutuals, and I also see you’re a fellow angst lover. ☺️

For the Drabble challenge, how about 19: I haven’t moved on

Thanks!

so i know i said that i'm done with the drabbles but there are two sitting in my inbox that got me all giddy to write so fk it

19: I haven't moved on | Drabble Event

✧ word count ➼ 591 ✧ notes ➼ post-war!levi, all hurt no comfort, i am in pain someone write me fluff :(

This world was cruel.

Although Levi couldn't deny that the world and society around him was currently moving in a direction of peace and prosperity, he couldn't get himself to accept this new, uneventful life. It wasn't that he missed the fighting or the deaths around him. He missed the people that used to be around him—those that had been forced to move on to the afterlife. On top of that, he especially missed your presence that brought him what little joy he allowed himself to experience.

It had been a year since the end of the Rumbling at this point. Levi had made it a habit to come to the docks of Marley that faced the direction of where Paradis Island was—his home, and where your body was laid to rest.

His mind wandered as he recalled the few good memories he let himself experience and they nearly all involved your presence. He remembered you dragging him out to the beach once it was finally safe enough to venture outside the walls, even though he provided more than enough resistance. He remembered you sneaking into his quarters or his tent during or after a failed expedition, needing that comfort over seeing so many of your comrades fall. He remembered you getting frustrated over trying to learn how to make his tea the way he does, but subtly chuckling to himself at how frazzled you found yourself to be over such a trivial thing.

He remembered holding your body as life faded from your eyes. He had knelt there for hours, desperately hoping that it was a dream that he would eventually wake up from—but it wasn't.

Are you watching? he thought to himself. Was it worth it? Was my survival worth it?

He clutched at a pendant in his hand that he had given you when you first began your relationship. He had to go off on an expedition without you and he gave it to you as a source of comfort while he was gone. Ironically, he was now the one that was desperate to draw comfort from it in your absence after having to take it off your body after you passed.

Are you—and the rest of the scouts that were sacrificed—watching?

Through his grief, guilt appeared. It wasn't just guilt over surviving while no one else did. He felt guilty because he knew that he was disappointing you by bathing in his own misery. He was alone and he couldn't find a way to let go. He didn't want to let go and he knew that would be breaking your heart if you really were watching.

Everything hurt. His physical wounds had long healed, but with every passing day, he felt like any emotional wounds that began healing simply began to open again. It hurt to breathe. It hurt to move. It hurt to think. It hurt to feel.

He looked up at the sky with an empty look in his eyes as he twirled the pendent around in his left hand. He let out a shaky exhale as he felt that heavy feeling in his heart expand into his stomach before radiating into the rest of his body.

He whispered underneath his breath, hoping that in you'd hear it from wherever you were.

"I haven't moved on."

He looked down towards the ground, feeling an unbearable pressure within him that made him want to explode.

I can't move on—not from these fading memories of you by my side.

A/N: my heart hurts. tagging @chaotic-on-main for cheering me on as i was sad from writing this

#i am in a world of hurt #my heart is literally throbbing #i cant #drabble challenge #kats oneshots #levi ackerman #levi ackermann #levi heichou #levi x reader #kats levi angst #levi ackerman x reader #levi heichou x reader #levi ackermann x reader #aot reader insert #levi x you #levi ackerman x you #levi ackermann x you #levi heichou x you #levi angst

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