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noonemonitorsmyscreentime · 2 years

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I don't need season 2 of Good Omens to have any kind of plot. I require none whatsoever. I am perfectly fine with six episode where Michael Sheen and David Tennant Michael Sheen and David Tennant the hell (and heaven) out of Aziraphale and Crowley.

Michael Sheen as Aziraphale eating a doughnut: visionary.

David Tennant as Crowley doing his hair: revolutionary.

Six hours of awkard flirting, fancy dinners at fancy restaurants and longing looks: uncomparable masterpiece.

#good omens #crowly x aziraphale #aziraphale #good omens season 2 #michael sheen #david tennant #cinnamoroll #no plot only vibes

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entropii · 1 year

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Recycling Paragon for this setting

(they/she/he)

#no plot only vibes #gods' descent #my art #oc #paragon hollow #still keeping key points from their backstory #mercenary killed by an unknown force #a god revives them and takes the wound that killed them #turns it into a bloody jewel that serves as a reminder of the divine entity that descended upon them #whose will and terrible power now inhabits their body

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ssunkissedsunflowerss · 1 year

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“Nice and toasty”

no plot, no direction whatsoever. i cannot sleep, i cannot get the hush scene out of my head, i have much love for shuri, there is a sara x shinobu fanart (genshin) that i saw and has been stuck in my head ever since, simply wanted to blow off some steam. ***needless to say, it’s smutty towards the end.***

“I’m coming back. I’m coming back for you.”

“Liar.” You mutter, voice soft and shaky, small tendrils of clouds escaping out of your mouth as warm breath collides with the icy cold air.

Around you, fluttering from the sky with such beauty and elegance are a flurry of fluffy white snow. Some of the tiny ice blossoms softly kisses you on your cherry suffused cheeks while others keep making their descend until they grace the ground with their velveteen presence.

Meanwhile, you walk the white carpet, drenched to the bone like a drowned rat, swaying and wobbly on your feet like a sickly leaf precariously hanging onto its branch. It has been amidst creating snow angels on a thick blanket of snow, giggling like toddlers and savouring the little flavourful bits of your shared moment together, that your fun has been rudely spoiled. After all, your girlfriend has left her nation not to have a date with you but to attend an important conference.

Going out tonight with you has been a risk she is willing to take, and you, having been missing her sorely after being apart for quite a spell, have had no reasons to say no. However, walking back to your apartment snow soaked and alone is definitely not how you have pictured the grand finale of your date. You have been having such great time, stealing sweet kisses and drenching each other in saccharine words. Making the most out of your little time together, you have been squeezing it for all its worth. Not a dot is to leave unspared. How anticlimatic that it has to end the way it is.

As your mind has been plagued with rampant thoughts, it is no surprise that you fail to notice the presence of another until a hand is tightly pressed over your mouth. Startled, you struggle. Nothing but foolish attempts that bear no fruits as an arm slithers across your waist. It maintains a strong, unyielding grip, as you are pulled into a body, and being pulled further still into a dark alleyway. Your struggles, however, do not cease, writhing and kicking your feet with all your might.

“Shhh, it’s me, love.”

The warmth of her breath softly caresses the tip of your ear. Her voice, husky and hushed, is a tranquilliser, dissolving in you ear like warm cocoa. Only then do you calm.

Caged in her arms and sandwiched between her body and the wall is you, and suddenly, you find the cold no longer a bother. You watch a finger finding home on her lips, a silent hint for you to keep quiet. As she peeks her head out from your hiding place to survey the vicinity, all you can feel is your heart throbbing giddily. How she can make but a plain gesture, something as mundane as hushing, ridiculously, arrestingly captivating is beyond you.

“I think I’ve lost them.”

She looks mighty fine simply standing before you. So, finding your fingers wandering towards her waist, too, is beyond your control.

She welcomes you eagerly, unclasping your fingers on her waist only to reposition them behind her back. “Come here.” Her arms then find home across your back, gathering you into her chest and keeping your bodies firmly pressed together.

It feels as if a thick, cosy blanket has been settled over you. Her body heat alone seems to instantly thaw the chill in your very bones as you feel pleasantly warm all over. Your face has found sanctuary in the little nook of her neck where you nuzzles her like an affectionate kitten.

“Hmm, you’re so warm.” When you hum, she counters. “You’re so cold.”

Her hands leave you. They are instead brought over to her mouth where she blows warm air into the little cocoon, rubs them against each other. Once satisfied, she settles them atop your cheeks, gingerly cradling the frozen cherries in the warm palms of her hands.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t come back sooner, my love.”

Her forehead descends onto yours, her lips whisper-soft as she kisses the lovely, little arch of your nose.

“But, I know just the thing to make you warmer.” You feel her smile on your lips when she presses a kiss that, to your disappointment, do not linger. “Come. Let’s quickly get ourselves out of here.”

And that is how you find yourself back in your apartment, straddling your girlfriend’s thighs as the mighty panther feasts on the succulent swells of your breasts.

Her eyes are a mesmerising dark, two black holes pulling you in as wicked lips leave nebulae in their wake. Like a starved man, she suckles your tender flesh with frenzied desperation. Stars burst beneath her mouth. Fireworks explode behind your eyelids. Your waist is a home to her hands, and her nape, a home to yours. A harsh suckle coupled with a flick of her twisted tongue has you mewling wantonly, back curving and fitting flawlessly into your lover’s front. Two puzzle pieces coming together.

By the time her warm mouth detaches from your soft mounds, she is as salacious a mess as you are. A thin glistening line of saliva bridging the two of you, your breasts are dewy with drool, as well as her face for there are little rivulets of spit raining tantalisingly down her chin. Your lover looks every bit the portrait of a majestic panther, ravenously devouring you as though you are her little morsel. In fact, you are, and the realisation has liquid lava pooling in your gut.

Greatly galvanised and irrevocably aching, you are but a moth to a flame, diving down for her mouth like a madman. She receives you all too eagerly, careful yet determined digits digging into your ribcage as your fingers venture into her healthy curls. They hold her there, grip white-knuckled tight.

“There. I’ve thawed my sweet little meal and made her nice and toasty. Ready for the taking.”

As she fuels your needs with her sinful remarks, all you can think in your hazy head is that there is no better way to end the night than being undone by your mighty panther’s cleverly wicked mouth. After all, you can confirm from experience that they are capable of unimaginable crafts that will have your eyes rolling to the back of your skull.

#shuri x reader #mcu shuri #shuri #shuri smut #shuri imagine #shuri fluff #shuri fic #wakanda forever #black panther #letitia wright #fluffy #fluff #character x reader #smutty #no plot whatsoever #no plot just vibes #no plot only vibes

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fayelynnee · 1 year

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Doting | Dabi

Happy Sunday xoxo

sum: scoping some sketchy areas had its perks, especially if it meant getting your back blown out by a villain in an abandoned building.

warnings: no real stuff, just smut xx. they/them pronouns, but reader has a vagina and is a pro hero. it’s just nasty 😩😩. not proof read

wc: 800

The earpiece that once fit snugly into ttheir ear was gone, cracked into two just a few mere feet away. Stray rubble laid across the cemented ground, a glimpse of the moon could be seen through the open, busted windows. With their back pressed against the brick wall, stray whimpers and whines escaping their parted lips as they’d let the villain sink his warm fingers deep into their heat. Petty crimes really paid off for moments such as this. A menace to society is what he was, the lost son of Endeavor. They could feel the warmth of his quirk spread amongst their body as his chapped, pierced lips nipped and sucked at the nape of their neck.

“Careful” Dabi purred, angling his fingers upward, grinning widely as they’d muffled their noises. “Wouldn't want your little sidekick to know how much of a whore you are, would we?.”

It was an easy job, in and out, to report anything suspicious to their agency. Simple task, right?

That was the original thought, before he caught them at a great time.

His words filled with false lust, and a need to corrupt something as innocent as you flooded his mind the moment he saw them trotting around the abandoned lot. They were just as eager as he was, mumbling out soft ‘yes’s, and even spreading their legs so easily for him. His thumb pawed at their clit harshly as their cunt clamped against his digits. Their neck was littered with bruising and bites, something that won't be easy to hide. Your shaking hand gripped at his wrist, begging and pleading for him to keep going, to chase the high he’d given her so easily. He saw how your legs trembled and threatened to close around his hand.

“Easy there, pretty thing. I’ll touch you how I want, okay?”

To which they whined, feeling how easy he went with his fingers. The exact opposite of what they wanted, surprisingly. Soon enough, he let his hand fall from their heat. Moving to lift them up, pressing them further against the wall. Their hero costume felt tight, etched against their curves so nicely. He’d ripped it just enough for his own access. Ignoring their protests and snaps on how they’d have to pay for its repairs. He breathed so harshly, hungrily as the click came from his belt. He listened as they begged, pleading for him to touch them. To finish the job he started so harshly. Letting his cock sink deep inside of them, he let out a soft breath, listening to their gasps and whimpers.

“Dabi-” They muttered, breathless and sputtering amongst their words. “Touch me, please, Need it..”

They’d been so desperate, and so was he.

Out of all the heroes he had access to. They were surely his favorite. With how easy they accepted his touch, his eagerness to fuck them rough and how he wanted. And their need to keep him close, enveloped in their cunt and gripping at their achy heartstrings.

No one touched them like he did, and that's how it was going to stay.

Dabi moved their arms to link around him, gripping tightly against his back as he rutted his hips upwards into their dripping heat. He listened, golly it was a symphony to him. Their breathless moans and begging could make him cum on sight if he didnt enable his sense of his own self control. The way his cock had fit inside of them perfectly every time, as if they were made just for him. It reminded him of how needy he was for them. Weeks, months would pass before he’d be able to experience their velvety walls once more. Each moment he cherished like it was a gift from the gods.

He could have a hooker in a second, but none of them could fuck like they did. He’d burn up millions just to have a taste of their precious heat again.

As much as he enjoyed how his name fell from their lips like honey, they needed to keep cover. Pressing his fingers past their plush lips, their tongue ran along the digits, sucking on them eagerly as they tasted the reminiscence of their orgasm. Their eyes rolled up, thighs pressed against their stomach as he fucked her hungrily.

Nothing beats the feeling of their tight cunt and the sound of their muffled sounds of pleasure. The way they let their head fall back, mouth agape as they came around his cock. How they begged and pleaded for him to cum inside of their plush heat and breed them against the brick wall.

A thick spurt of white painted their walls messily as he let out a huff.

It was a feeling he’d always miss. Until next time.

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floralembarrassment · 1 year

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Part and Parcel (1/1) (jegulus | wolfstar)

James can't think of anything else as he sips his tea, listening to his Regulus, his Sirius, his Remus. Listening to them chatter and joke and watch as each rolls their eyes bigger than the last. Listening to the life he always wanted and would protect with all of his might.

James loved nothing more than Regulus. He wouldn't tell that to Sirius of course, but it was true. Remus understood in the same way that Regulus was his best friend but Sirius, well Sirius is his reason for being. All four of them belonged together, the sun and moon amongst the stars. But the moon waxed and waned, making room for the brightest star shine, where the sun warmed the cold space surrounding the star and set to give it time to be free.

Sirius and Regulus end up with two brothers and another half. Enough people to love and care and challenge them.

Regulus can't think of anything else as he sips his tea, listening to his James, his Remus, his Sirius. Listening to them talk and laugh and watch as each jumps from their seat higher than the last. Listening to the life he never thought he deserved and would fight tooth and nail for.

Regulus needed nothing more than Remus. He wouldn't tell that to James of course, but it was true. Sirius understood in the same that Remus was the love of his life but James, well James is the air in his lungs. All four of them belonged together, a brotherhood of water and wine. But as blood spilled and poured, water cleansed the wound, where wine shared after numbed the pain of a wound unseen and gave a second heart to bear any weight.

James and Remus end up with two brothers and another half. Enough people to hold and scold and swat at them.

And maybe there are those that we love and maybe there are those that we need, but in the end, after all this time, in every universe, that might just be the same thing. Loved and needed, given and chosen, water and wine, moon and sun and stars... all pieces of each of us.

And maybe, just maybe all parts fit.

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green-eyedfirework · 6 months

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Trick or treat!! 🎃🎃

Robin frowned as Slade hummed noncommittedly and then reached inside a pocket to take out--

No.

"Those are mine," Robin tried to shout, but it came out a hoarse whisper, gaze stuck to the Poke Balls in Slade's hand. "You can't--you can't--"

Except Slade so clearly could, rolling them between his fingers and smirking at Robin. So careless, so casual, like those weren't Robin's Pokemon he was handling, like it meant nothing at all that they were in Slade's grasp, Slade's control.

Slade's control.

"Please," Robin managed, hands clenched tight in the sheets, desperately afraid to look away. He hadn't figured out what HIVE did to the Pokemon they stole, and he didn't want to learn through experience. "Please don't hurt them."

"Oh, Robin," Slade said soothingly. "That depends entirely on you."

#green answers #trick or treat #pokemon au #sladick #hostage #no plot only vibes #my snippets

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bnnywngs · 2 years

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"the road ahead is difficult, with boulders and deep rivers with powerful currents." lan wangji said seriously, holding wei wuxian's hands "wei ying must take care of himself." his golden eyes were full of feelings, intense and heated like the sun itself.

"i will." wei wuxian nodded "but you too, take care of yourself, alright?" he smiled "you're a immortal, but you still can be wounded and die. i can't lose you."

"neither can i." lan wangji's voice shook with it's intensity "wei ying can't die."

"oh, lan zhan..." wei wuxian sighed heavily, eyes clouding with unshed tears "i am but a mere mortal. human, while you're not. i'll die someday, in battle or of old age, and you'll still be here."

"no." lan wangji looked certain, unhesitating.

"lan zhan." wei wuxian scolded him lightly "you can't."

taking a discreet deep breath, lan wangji closed his eyes "ridiculous." he said, pulling out of their grip and starting to undo his forehead ribbon.

"lan zhan?" wei wuxian sounded confused and alarmed "lan zhan, you can't do this."

with one last tug, the ribbon was undone and, with a soft, tiny smile, lan wangji offered to his lover.

"no. it's yours." wei wuxian shook his head, closing lan wangji's hand "it's your life, you can't give me that."

"it is mine to give." lan wangji frowned "as it is my heart."

wei wuxian had to bite his lower lip to hold a whine.

"don't say that." he pleaded.

"wei ying." lan wangji called again, opening his lover's hand and putting his ribbon on it "it is yours, as it is my heart. as it is my life."

"lan zhan..."

"i choose a mortal life." lan wangji nodded to no one but himself and wei wuxian shook his head again.

"but i'm just... me."

"wei ying is not just wei ying." he sighed softly "wei ying is light. happiness. hope. wei ying is the true heir of yiling, the one who's saving us all from the evil. wei ying is the owner of my heart."

the human hiccuped, not holding back his emotions anymore, tears running down his face "i love you."

lan zhan gasped.

"i love you, i fancy you, i whatever you. lan zhan, i want to live and die by your side. i want to sleep beside you until my last breath. i don't want to walk alone anymore."

"never alone again." lan wangji nodded, cleaning wei wuxian's tears with his thumbs, even if new ones came down "always by wei ying's side."

wei wuxian nodded back, hiccuping again "by your side."

"i want to live by your side. die by your side." lan wangji smiled "i love wei ying, i fancy wei ying."

without waiting for a answer, lan wangji pulled wei wuxian against his chest and kisses him deeply, sealing their fate and their hearts.

part 2

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firstfandomfangirl · 6 months

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m. romance

#rambling #i have a new fic idea #which is basically size diff couple #No plot only vibes #Also idk how to make them fall in love

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smolalienbee · 2 years

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bestie you know what song and you know what relationship I'm requesting 😔

omg hiii you are so right, i sure do know

yennskier // inspired by Her Sweet Kiss (The Witcher OST)

(send me a character/pairing and a prompt and i’ll write you a ficlet!)

It starts with a kiss.

Worse yet, it starts with a fake kiss.

(Well, no, the kiss is as real as it can be, it's the reasons behind it that make it a play pretend, a performance, fiction.)

In the same way as she had become his wife for the sake of his safety, Yennefer presses her lips against his to protect him. And suddenly, Jaskier gets it.

The strength of her current, the electric charge of her skin against his. Gods, no wonder Geralt had fallen so hard. She pushes him against an alley wall and he can’t help the way he leans into her, presses further into the kiss. He hopes it will go on longer, that it won’t stop, that her warmth will stay with him like this.

But the danger is gone as soon as it appeared and so she pulls away. They both linger in this strange space, breathing in each other’s air. Purple eyes, gorgeous eyes, blink up at him and Jaskier feels like he’s lost a part of himself to her the second their lips touched.

In that moment, the words of his own song bubble onto his tongue, unwarranted, though the more he thinks about it, the more he wants to laugh - because he was wrong. This realization is sudden, but accurate, he knows, he knows, that he was wrong, that there is no destruction to be found in her touch. Nothing to fear in the wake of her kiss, only warmth and longing and safety.

“Yennefer?” he croaks out because she still hasn’t let go of him and he needs - he needs to bring himself back to reality before he loses himself in her eyes completely.

She licks her lips, her gaze flickers to his mouth - but then with a nod, she steps away.

“We should go. Quickly.”

“Or else you’re going to have to press me up another wall?”

She smacks his arm, laughs, and his heart aches with longing.

(The story is this - it starts with her kiss.)

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superpixie42 · 1 year

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Sacrifice

A Sango "Circle Drable" (360 words) for @sometimes-icanstillhear-sitboy InuPrompts Day 2.

Sango wasn’t sure she wanted to be a mother.

Her own had died giving birth to Kohaku, and that death had taken her years to grieve and process. Instead, as eldest, she chose to focus on demon slayer training and learning how to run her village. She might not have children of her own, but she could be a motherly head woman for her people when the time came.

But life has a habit of not going according to plan.

Sometimes that’s horrific.

Other times it’s a blessing.

Carrying her twins had been an experience unlike anything Sango had ever encountered. She’d been tired before, she’d been wounded, she’d been frustrated, she’d been scared– but never like this. As she sat nursing her daughters for what felt like the hundredth time that day, looking out the window and watching the other women of Musashi chasing after not just two but four or five or, heaven forbid, six children she couldn’t see the light at the end of the tunnel that would make her want to ever go through this all again.

Yet she did. Eventually.

But also intentionally, willingly, and gladly.

Just the once more.

And now, as she watched her son blatantly steal yet another piece of fish from her plate to fill the wind tunnel in his stomach, she simply rolled her eyes and pretended not to notice his “sneaky” little hand groping around her bowl.

Sango had always been told that parenting was about sacrifice. And while it was - less sleep, less alone time, less resources, less space, less time to focus on anything that required more than forty-five minutes of dedicated brain power- it didn’t mean sacrificing herself.

She was still Sango.

She was still a leader, still a slayer, still found time for Kirara, and Miroku, and Shippo. Sure it looked different now, but so did she. And if today’s biggest sacrifice was losing a few extra pieces of fish (and a few hours sleep) in exchange for seeing the satisfied smile on her son’s face as he rushed to share his pilfered snack with his conspirators, then she would do it every day.

#between you me and the cattree im not entirely sure where i was going with this #i just kinda ran with it and edited it to meet the word count and decided that i guess im doing dialogue free character portraits this week #no plot only vibes

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dashthebee · 1 year

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Crush: Chapter Two

They are stupid and I love them.

#kantony #kanthony fic #bridgerton #kate sharma #anthony bridgerton #no plot only vibes #wip

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consulaaris · 2 years

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10 or 16 for Rhia (or Rhia/Red? if it works lol)

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16. in dreams

~ 560 words. nsfw briefly implied. red antiqua / f! MC (@shepherds-of-haven)

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It’s times like this, when she finds herself in Red’s arms in the late hours of the night, that Rhiannon thinks happiness is so close she can almost taste it.

Red’s halfway propped up on a pillow, curled protectively towards her, and absentmindedly twirls a lock of Rhia’s dark hair with his finger-- a little grin creeping across his face like he can’t quite help it. She leans closer, peering at him searchingly, although for what she’s not yet sure. Something in the way Red looks at her makes her feel like there’s a light at the end of the tunnel from this mess that’s been made of her life. Hope is a strange feeling, fluttering in her stomach, and she’s not entirely certain what to make of it.

And when he kisses her, she burns.

Thin white sheets hang low around Red’s hips, his scarlet hair ruffled from her own fingers dragging through it time and time again. She can’t help but feel a small glimmer of satisfaction at the fact that she’s left her mark; both there, and in other places he’ll have to hide come morning.

“You know, I saw you in my dreams, when we were apart. Here and there over the years,” Red whispers as he kisses down the curve of her neck, the arch of her collarbone. He pauses, a pained expression flitting across his face. “I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.”

Rhia’s throat tightens with emotion, and she finds herself looking away. There’s so much she’d like to say and so little she’s able, and her chest is all tied in knots with the secrets she’s forced herself to keep.

(Her feelings for Red, at least, are no longer one of them.)

“I thought you’d forget me, to be honest.” She admits with a laugh, shaking her head a little. It takes every inch of effort to keep her tone even and light, but she suspects Red notices the tremor all the same. No one’s ever quite known her as well as he does.

The silence between them hangs for a moment, poignant and thick with the weight of years they won’t ever get back, and part of Rhia aches for them as much as she clings to the time they have now-- however long that may be. Her mouth tugs into a frown, but Red reaches up to cup her face with one hand. His thumb grazes her bottom lip, resting there a moment, and when Rhia’s finally able to meet those lovely green eyes she thinks she could drown in the sheer depth of the affection she sees there.

Red’s lips curve into a crooked smile. “Forget you? The great Rhiannon Vasi? Never.”

She snorts, the brief spell broken, and Red laughs-- probably as much at Rhia’s incredulous expression as anything-- but his brows furrows, voice shifting into something more serious. “I mean it, though.”

“I know.”

In an instant the boyish grin is back, as well as the spark of quiet mischief in Red’s eyes.

“Besides,” he says, leaning closer to whisper into her ear in words meant for her and her alone. “You’re far more beautiful here than in a dream.”

Rhia shivers instinctively. You’re such a flirt, she wants to say, but the low laugh that escapes Red as she moves to kiss him again is more than enough to distract her for the moment.

#shepherds of haven #shoh #rae writes #oc: rhiannon vasi #otp: rhiannon/red #i've been so exhausted from life stuff that i've barely written anything recently #but i've missed these two sm #no plot only vibes #my writing is so rusty but it's fine JSKJSGSK #catch me finishing this instead of sleeping before my early ass shift tomorrow morning lmao

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tozettastone · 2 years

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I am gonna write a stupid naruto si/oc fic I think? I'm gonna do it.

I have to go to the store because I used my last covid test proving I'm negative today but everyone and their dog is sick and i have to keep testing so i don't accidentally make more people sick so I'm going to do that first

But when I come back I'm going to sit in my blanket nest and write the start of a silly little Modern Character In Naruto fic on my phone

nostalgia...........

#NO PLOT? NO PROBLEM #tozette.txt #no plot only vibes

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aneiria-writes · 2 years

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A Soft Light Rising

A Hades / Persephone AU, written for @kanejweek 2022 - prompt: Kings and Queens

Read on AO3 here, or keep on reading below...

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There were rumours, around the Barrel, that Dirtyhands had tricked his Wraith into becoming his queen. Had offered her false, tempting lies, or promises to expand her fleet of ships, or reassurances she would keep her freedom, despite being chained to him.

Others claimed he’d lured her with a perfect, ripe pomegranate, plump with ruby seeds, and signed her life over to him while she was distracted by the taste, lips pink with juice and eyes closed in bliss.

Whatever the truth, the Wraith of Ketterdam spent half the year in the city, the deadly shadow by Dirtyhands’ side, and the king and queen of the Barrel stalked the streets they ruled, two pairs of dark, dangerous eyes keeping watch over each other.

The other half of the year, the Wraith left Ketterdam and her king behind, sailing away on her ship, never once looking back.

Of course, there had always been rumours floating around the Barrel, and not often were they entirely true.

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‘Meja! Oh, my Inej, it has been too long!’

Inej’s mother already had tears streaking down her cheeks as she ran towards her daughter, flinging her arms around Inej as she walked into the circle of caravans. From behind her, Inej’s father smiled fondly, waiting patiently for his wife to release their child.

‘Mama, please,’ Inej murmured, allowing herself to be stroked, held, wept upon. ‘It has only been half a year.’

It was the same every spring, when the ice thawed and she set off from Ketterdam and across the True Sea once again.

Inej’s mother huffed indignantly. ‘And if it were not for that Brekker, clouding your good sense with his dark trickery, you would be back safe in your caravan all year long, with your parents, where you belong.’

‘Cara, my love.’ Inej’s father moved close then, gently pulling her mother back. His voice was gentle, but held just a hint of warning. ‘Kaz is who Inej has chosen. Ketterdam is where she has chosen. Be grateful she is able to spend even half a year with us, ov?’ He smiled at Inej as her mother tutted. ‘Welcome back, meja.’

Kaz had never joined Inej on her trips to Ravka. It had been made clear, back in Ketterdam when her parents arrived at the docks that first time, that although they were infinitely grateful for him reuniting them with their daughter, the Ghafas considered him a demon, a devil, and not someone worthy of their bright, happy, precious only daughter.

Even after five years’ of marriage, Inej’s mother acted as if Kaz had tricked her into loving him, had stolen Inej away from the safety of her caravan’s embrace — as if he were no different to the slavers who first snatched her away, no different from Tante Heleen herself.

Inej had cut her first visit home short, when her mother refused to stop making snide, hurtful comments about Kaz, and ever since her mother had managed to keep to the minimum of insults when Inej made her yearly visit.

And as much as Inej loved her parents, her family, the life she’d long lost, she knew she loved her husband more. She missed him desperately, ached for his tender touch, his bitter-coffee eyes, the single-minded devotion he held for her.

She’d been thinking, more and more: six months was not enough for her, anymore.

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The deal had been the deal.

Kaz asked her to stay, but Inej knew she had to be free to sail the seas, to bring some form of justice to the dark, cruel world. To see her parents, and try to rebuild their relationship. The compromise had been half a year with Kaz, and half a year to herself.

And no matter how much he missed her, the gentle touch of his wife, her brilliant eyes and kind smile and wicked tongue, Kaz knew he could never deny her anything. Besides, six months with his queen at his side in Ketterdam felt far more than he’d ever deserved.

Still, he missed her, in the months she sailed away from him. Missed her with a longing, an intensity, that no-one would believe was possible from the Bastard of the Barrel.

In her absence, Kaz haunted the Barrel, kept the city under control, ran his Dregs’ with an iron fist. He visited the Van Eck mansion, had supper with Jesper and Wylan, ran his schemes and heists and plays as usual.

And he waited, with every beat of his darkened heart, for his love to return to him.

In the week before she was due back into her berth at Fifth Harbour, Kaz started preparing for her return. He opened up their house on Zelverstraat, airing the rooms, laundering the musty sheets and towels until everything smelled as bright and flowery as Inej herself. He stocked the kitchen with the ingredients for her favourite pan bread and dhal, as well as hutspot, and of course, fruits of every kind.

Inej loved all fruit indiscriminately, from the crispy apples and fat, sweet peaches that were Kerch’s speciality, to gold-fleshed mangoes, tiny purple blueberries, sharp, juicy oranges the size of her fist. And always, ripe, blush-coloured pomegranates, her favourite. From the first one she’d ever tasted, on the eve of their wedding, Inej had declared them the most delicious food, and Kaz had ensured that their house was laden with pomegranates each time she returned to him.

Now, he waited on the docks of Fifth Harbour, ignoring the chill in the air, his hands clasped on the crows-head of his cane. He almost smiled when the Wraith appeared on the hazy horizon, perfectly on time, and stayed standing, silent, watchful, until the sprightly warship swept into berth twenty-two, and her captain leapt up onto the brow of the boat. Kaz barely had time to raise a hand in greeting before Captain Ghafa grabbed onto a sheet and swung down onto the dock and into his waiting arms with a golden laugh.

‘My darling Inej,’ Kaz crooned, kissing her greedily, stroking her silken hair, breathing in the sunshine smell of her as he buried his face into her neck. ‘My queen, my love. I have missed you.’

I have missed you: such mundane words, for the depth of feeling they portrayed. He’d missed her, of course, but in a way so much more than just missing. He’d missed her, like the winter missed the flowers, like the summer missed the rains.

He’d missed her, and now she was in his arms, his, again, for the next six months.

‘I missed you too, Kaz,’ she murmured, her breath as sweet as spring air against his cheek. She kissed him again, and for a moment he imagines blossoms flowering in his hair as her lips breathe life into him.

xxx

‘They say I stole you away,’ Kaz whispers into her hair, as she pushes his shirt from his shoulders.

‘I ate the fruit willingly,’ Inej gasps, as his soft lips kiss the tender skin of her neck.

‘They think I have chained you to me,’ Kaz murmurs, arms tensed, as she pushes him back onto their bed with a sharp smile.

‘It is I who have chained you, my love,’ she smiles in return, trailing a long, steady finger down the muscles of his stomach.

‘They think you are my Queen of Hell.’

‘They don’t realise you’re my King of Flowers.’

Kaz groans as she sinks onto him, her back arched, her hair loose, her skin glowing in the light of the oil lamp. ‘I love you, Inej,’ he manages, before she wipes his mind clean with her voice, her body, her very being.

Her eyes are bright with adoration and wicked with intent as she smiles down at him, straddled across his hips, holding him hostage to her heart. ‘And I love you, Kaz.’

xxx

A soft light rising above the level meadow, behind the bed. He takes her in his arms. He wants to say I love you, nothing can hurt you

but he thinks this is a lie, so he says in the end you're dead, nothing can hurt you which seems to him a more promising beginning, more true.

- A Myth of Devotion, by Louise Glück

#kanejweek #kanej week #kanejweek2022 #kanej #kaz x inej #oneshot #hades / persephone au #prompt: kings and queens #theme: royalty #rated m below the cut #six of crows #soc #fanfic #my writing #no plot only vibes #inspired by mythology #established relationship

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pyramis-family-official · 1 year

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Apostles of the Witness AU but they are Fatui Harbingers

#i know the apostles are 13 and the fatui are 11 #we could consider the weirdcore twins as one and savathûn either as a traitor or as the latest addiction #i will not actually develop this further but i like the vibes #destiny 2 #pyramis family #the witness #apostles of the witness #fatui harbingers #genshin au #destiny au #destiny x genshin #genshin impact #crossover au #no plot only vibes

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luvvmae · 1 year

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Strawberry Milk

Pairing: Nishinoya Yuu x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Note: Cross posted from ao3! I decided to swap my OC to a female reader so it’ll be easier to insert yourself or your own OC if preferred.

Word Count: 599

"NOYAAAA~!"

A soft body threw itself at the boy's back, and scrawny arms flew around to wrap themselves around his neck.

Who could this person be? There wasn't a doubt in his mind that it was his favorite girl in the whole world; you.

The two attended different schools, what with you attending an all-girls school. You first met four months ago when attending the fourth of July festival, and immediately clicked.

With your ever growing friendship sparked romantic feelings to slowly blossom. Nishinoya was so cute, after all. It was a wonder to the (color) haired girl that he was so unpopular as he was. But supposedly it all worked out in your favor anyhow.

"Noyaaa~ Look what I brought for you today!"

In your hands were two tall cans labeled 'strawberry milk', and his cheeks reddened notably. It was his favorite, and only you knew that. After all, if any of the guys from Karasuna found out how much he liked such a sweet, feminine beverage they'd never let him hear the end of it. He couldn't have that!!

"O-Oh!" Nishinoya looked over his shoulder to make sure they were still alone, before smiling up at the you. "Thank you, (Y/N)."

You beamed at his words and plopped yourself down on the space beside him on the bench, popping open your can of strawberry milk and inserting your straw in. From the corner of your eye you watched as the cute volleyball player took a big gulp from his share, both his hands adorably wrapped around the cold can.

"Is it that good, Noya?" You leaned towards the boy, your shoulders touching, as you swung your legs back and forth giddily.

Finishing his strawberry milk in a matter of seconds, Nishinoya blushed bright red in embarrassment and looked away. Though there was hardly reason to, he started to feel shy, and became tongue tied. It wasn't as though he was thirsty either, and the redness of his cheeks wasn't only due to his timidness.

"Yeah.. "

It was good. He crushed the pink can in his hands and stood up from where he sat on the bench. Tossing the can in the air, Nishinoya delivered a right kick unsuccessfully kicking it next to the trash can in front of them. With a small laugh and a shrug, he returned to his seat beside you.

"I'm glad! You practiced so hard today, huh?" Proving your point, you reached out to wipe some sweat from his forehead with her spare handkerchief. It was late in the afternoon, and it was a tad chilly. You knew he had several extra hours practicing again today.

Nishinoya only hummed in response, acknowledging you and proving your point. After a moment, he slowly sat back and laid his head gently on your shoulder. Heavily a soft sigh through his nose, Nishinoya shut his eyes and basked in your warm presence.

"Ah.. "

Carefully snaking your arm around his shoulder, you gently stroked his silk hair, moving closer to his side.

Hiding your intertwining hands under your sweater, then you slowly leaned your face forward to plant a chaste kiss on Nishinoya's lips as he slept. Smiling contently before you, too, fell asleep beside him under the orange dusted sky.

' It tasted like.. Strawberry Milk. '

#haikyuu!!#nishinoya yuu #one shot #strawberry milk #short and sweet #kinda cute #ao3fic #ao3 writer #no plot only vibes

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