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cullenakingirog · 2 years

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Ever since I drew Benedicta, Anders and Fenris I have been dying to know more about them.

Because I'm a Leandra whore I want to know about your All That Remains moment. I would love to know the dynamic of how they comfort Benedicta and just how those three get along in general. I can see Benedicta having to corral a lot of fights lol but in that moment I definitely see Anders and Fenris setting their differences aside to help Benedicta through that.

udfgviudfg thanks for wanting to know about how the ship works more??? hhh

So here's the thing about Leandra and Benedicta's relationship. It's horribly complicated and a bit of a big mess. I don't think Leandra hates Benedicta but she favours Bethany over Benedicta and it is very obvious. (Some of my Leandras aren't the best mothers while some of my Leandras have great relationships with my other WS Hawkes)

So like, Benedicta grew up having to understand this weird expectation of being a caregiver, a parent, a breadwinner, a protector and so many things that if they don't succeed in doing that it makes them feel ill and anxious. Like they weren't physically hurtful but Benedicta was hurt and for years they just thought it was normal.

When she blamed Benedicta for not saving Bethany it was really because she expects Benedicta to since Benedicta's been shouldering everything for the family post-Malcolm death and it just kinda normalised this expectation for Benedicta to do these sorts of things. Then the Deep Roads Expedition happened and Leandra chooses Carver over Benedicta. "You, I could understand but leave your brother out of this." When Benedicta returned from the expedition without Carver, they got struck by Leandra hard enough to make them fall to the floor and have bruising on their face. Benedicta ended up leaving Gamlen's home to stay over at Fenris', Anders' and Varric's places. (Merrill wanted to offer her home but she realised it was too close to Gamlen's place so she chose to just constantly visit Benedicta instead)

Anyway, come Act 2 and we have Leandra proposing various suitors to Benedicta who had politely turned each of them down until Benedicta ended up sleeping with Fenris and Leandra decided that that meant Benedicta and Fenris were gonna get married now that Benedicta slept with someone. Of course, we know how the song and dance went with Fenris leaving after having sex. Benedicta respected his need for space and would only call on him or ask for his help when absolutely necessary. A few weeks later, Benedicta starts getting sick and a week later, Bodahn decides to call Anders over since Anders had been taking care of Benedicta ever since they formed a very close friendship in the later parts of Act 1 (especially thanks to the Deep Roads where Anders got exposed to Benedicta's side that involves them singing lullabies to Carver or singing a nonsense song they learned to sing as a child). Anyway, Anders finds out from Benedicta about the sleeping with Fenris things and adds two and two to find out they're pregnant. He gives them the option of keeping it or not and Benedicta chooses to keep it so Anders went into doctor mode (I HC him as someone who had helped care for pregnant mages back in Kinloch Hold as well as someone who helped deliver the babies). Benedicta swore Anders into secrecy tho into keeping their pregnancy from Fenris, at least until they have to tell him since they don't want Fenris to feel obligated to stay with them and they refuse to give Fenris another crisis over anything.

So we have Anders who stays with Benedicta to make sure they're taking care of themself - or taking care of them when they're unable to - and we have Fenris pining. Fenris actually assumed that Benedicta and Anders got together and was lowkey jealous anytime Anders would shield Benedicta from anything he suddenly considered was dangerous or whenever Anders would send Benedicta off to safety when they get ambushed.

Then All That Remains happened and Anders almost slipped into allowing Justice to take over too many times, Fenris watched as Benedicta's normally calm and warm and gentle face crumpled into grief and anguish as they held Leandra and they cried over Leandra after telling them how proud she was of them. But that wasn't even the worst of it all. On the day of Leandra's funeral, Bodahn sent two letters. One to an abandoned Hightown estate, another to a drab clinic in Darktown. Fenris arrived first and Bodahn was escorting Orana and Sandal out, smoke was coming out of the window of Benedicta's room and Fenris panicked. He ran to Benedicta's room and saw it in flames and there, in one corner was Benedicta sobbing. Fenris ran in and didn't care if the fire touched him, he noticed that Benedicta's fire spells never harmed anyone they called friend, and when he got to Benedicta, he pulled her close.

"I loved her, Fenris, I loved her and it was unfair. It was unfair of her to make me into who I am now."

Those were the words she sobbed as he held her because, at that moment, it finally sank in that all their life, what they were raised to be was wrong. Was unfair for a child and unfair for even an adult to feel this responsibility over the fate of their family, of their home, or perhaps even the world. Benedicta mourned Leandra but they were also finally, finally angry about what they experienced. They wanted to shout at their mother but it was too late. So all they could do was cry in both grief and frustration.

Anders' arrival ended the fire with him filling the room with frost to end the inferno caused by Benedicta's emotions.

"Let me, Fenris, I know how to help."

Fenris didn't want to let go since Benedicta was still holding onto him tightly but he did, choosing to trust Anders in this. He watched as Anders spoke to Benedicta in hushed words and allowed Benedicta to lean on him as they calmed down, he was chanting "Forgive yourself." to them like a prayer and a spell. It took a very mild sleeping spell from Anders to help Benedicta calm down completely. Anders offered to take Benedicta to his clinic and Fenris agreed, adding that he will drop by to make sure they were safe.

After ensuring that Bodahn, Orana and Sandal were safe, Fenris and Anders worked together to fix Benedicta's burned room. Bodahn helped and Orana dropped by with new things to replace the broken and burned ones. Fenris and Anders set aside their differences in that instance though neither will admit it or the fact that they grew to even like the other's help and presence and when Benedicta woke up, the two were also there to help. (Merrill helped Benedicta with processing their sense of responsibility being fucked up but Anders and Fenris were the ones that started them opening up about what they went through growing up.)

This ask got rather sad but uidxgidxufv it's All That Remains ogvdxfuv

#dragon age 2 #fenris x hawke #anders x hawke #anders x fenris #fenhanders #fenhawke #fenders #jonzen #ask #benedicta hawke #ship: blessed wolf #ship: grateful reverence #tw abuse #tw grief #all that remains

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warwidcw · 6 months

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tag dump

#━━ ❛ chernaya vdova ❜ ◤ visage ◢#━━ ❛ not the kind who needs saving ❜ ◤ musings ◢#━━ ❛ a truth so loud you can’t ignore ❜ ◤ music ◢#━━ ❛ the wolf queen is howling ❜ ◤ answered ◢#━━ ❛ repeat it until you don’t know the facts ❜ ◤ threads ◢#━━ ❛ mini-skirts & off-shoulder tops ❜ ◤ wardrobe ◢#━━ ❛ war has learned to fear me ❜ ◤ abilities ◢#━━ ❛ i am mine before anyone else’s ❜ ◤ hc ◢#━━ ❛ blessed with beauty and rage ❜ ◤ aes ◢#ooc.#━━ ❛ the people i’ve left & the ones that i kept ❜ ◤ ships ◢#edits.#━━ ❛ raised by wolves ❜ ◤ about ◢#wanted opposite.

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bestfictionalplant · 2 months

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Round 2 Group 4

Blessed Eternal artwork by @bortmcjorts

Propaganda and spoilers under cut

The Blessed Eternal:

it is there to ruin douglas eiffel's life personally. it is a failed experiment or perhaps if you think about it a successful one from dr hilbert and i'm not sure if it really deserves to be here since it has an eyeball and teeth but we get a little silly with it. can build nightlights and plays a mean game of backgammon and has hypnotic abilities and was possibly on the ship for the entirety of the show Previous Propaganda: Round 1 and additions

Morbuzakh:

bionicle lore gets weird so i'll do my best to simplify. okay. so first things first, the little meat robot mayor has been replaced by a power-hungry ex-protector whose job is to make fucked-up animals and shit. he's called makuta. he makes this semi-sentient plant, promises it that it can rule the city once it's done what he wants it to, and plants it in a fucking furnace. its job is to round up all the little meat robot civilians so they can be put into amnesia-inducing orbs. incidentally, its efforts result in some of them dying. six little meat-robot civilians get picked out by the local superhero and turned into big meat-robot superheroes. they go on a quest to find a bunch of magic frisbees in order to defeat the giant evil plant. the frisbees destroy the king root, and it dies this plant is notable because, though it was mostly cut from the animated movie adaptation of that arc, it appeared in one brief scene that led to many bionicle fans developing a bondage kink

#round 2 #wolf 359 #bionicle

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callilysto · 1 year

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𝗢𝗣 𝗕𝗢𝗬𝗦 𝗫 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗦𝗠𝗔𝗡/𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗖!/𝗗𝗢𝗠!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥 (pt. 2): op boys with a dominant (s/o)

characters: law (💛; pt. 1), zoro (💚; pt. 2), & sanji (💙; pt. 3)

warnings & tags: mdni!, fluff, semi-suggestive undertones, misunderstandings, jealousy, implied taller reader, getting together, established relationship, slight dom/sub dynamics (both nonsexual and sexual aspects) if you squint.

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💚 ⌦ 𝗥𝗢𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗢𝗔 𝗭𝗢𝗥𝗢

What better way to win this man's heart faster than free unlimited drinks? You were a simple bartender in a shady rowdy pirate-infested town, and immediately recognized the Strawhats’ renowned swordsman.

You both hit it off quite fast, Zoro telling vague stories about the crew and you sharing rumors and events in town. You later admitted you quite owed your life to the Strawhats, hearing that the crew was responsible for defeating Moria 2 years ago and your shadow returning to you after almost a full decade without it.

You graciously offered them all a free stay by the inn above the bar, as the island and town was being slowly taken back under the Marine's control from the pirates, and you didn't want the crew to run into trouble when they're just having a quick stop before their log resets.

Zoro, who's ever alert of danger, hesitantly took the offer once confiding it with Luffy and the rest. Suspicion kind of rose seeing your demeanor change into even more friendly after meeting Luffy and retelling your gratitude.. Like he gets it, and there's nothing wrong about being nice, but there's something off about you, like a wolf in sheep's wool.

The next morning, one of the bar customers tipped off to the Navy about yours and the crew's location, and they all rushed to get back to Sunny after Franky reunited with them and confirmed she was fully repaired. Inevitable fight to escape broke out, but nothing too serious that they couldn't handle.

As they continued to be chased by warships, Ussop pointed out the commander was shouting not only the arrest warrants for them.. but another: you—and they all were flabbergasted as you were chilling by the back of Sunny watching it all unfold as a stowaway. Zoro's danger senses had enough and drew his blade against you as he interrogated who you really were. You kept insisting you were just stowing away at the ship until the next stop, but Zoro said he’s seen you before, in a list of wanted criminals in a Marine file he quickly glanced through when raiding a Navy ship once, but never had a public wanted poster. Especially since you had quite a bounty of 400M berries.

Not wanting to sour your relationship with the crew who once again, saved your life, you admitted they saved it for the third time: first was Moria's defeat, the latest one is stowing on Sunny, but the second one was when Luffy broke in and out of Impel Down. You were one of the Level 6 prisoners, classified criminals not published in the news or known to the mass public–a shinobi assassin capable of reading poneglyphs.

Now, you're just wandering around with no goal in mind, just wanting to survive and start a new life, but that can't be the case for you, as you're unable to escape from the ties of your past. Luffy (bless this man) had the bright idea to invite you to the crew as a fresh start, some protesting about the abrupt invitation due to his compulsiveness to invite any weirdos in the crew because Luffy finds them cool. And what's cooler than having a pirate ninja assassin as a member?

Months go by, your adventure with the crew was the best thing that ever happened in your life despite all the obstacles, you found them exciting and for the first time in a long time, you found your purpose as one of the crew's protectors, and Zoro respects that. You were quite different from the rest who had grand dreams, and so keeping the crew safe was the one goal you have for yourself, the only achievable thing you can do with your lifelong polished skill in killing.

Your relationship with Zoro developed as well.. in more ways than one, banter was borderline flirting (teasing sexual innuendos and suggestive jokes), but you were both dancing around the subject, tension building high enough that others were starting to see how much it bothered you both.

It all started because he never knows when you arrive, footsteps light as ever and presence trained well kept even from Observation Haki, so you kept accidentally and/or intentionally spooking him and even the others (Brook swears you’re a ghost as he screams. How ironic.) You let out a small remark somewhere between the lines of “I’m just better than you, that’s all.” sparking yet another rivalry on the ship against Zoro. Banter turned to annoying one-sided flirting (in your part), which differentiates it from Sanji’s and Zoro’s. Whatever it was, it’s just an additional headache for the crew to tolerate, although you gladly have never been subject to Nami’s loving punches.

Your routine was 90% of the time synced with the swordsman, mostly tucked away up in the crow's nest training and sparring, Zoro didn't mind one bit as you were a nice presence to be around. You however, were slowly losing your mind.

Having to train with him every time you can means seeing him all shirtless, panting and sweaty, and you might as well not be any better man than Sanji because goddamn this man has tits. Anyone who doesn't recognize Zoro's attractiveness would be lying to themselves–solid muscular build, sharp jaw, prominent temples, veiny hands, huge knockers, and the adorable rare dimples you see whenever you get him to laugh or smile–you were down bad.

You first brushed it off as just sexual frustration and lust, but noticing Zoro's softer sides whenever he syncs his shower schedule with Chopper to help him wash his fur, the small smile he has whenever he finishes maintaining his swords like they're his own children, his unyielding ambition to become stronger not only for his dream, but to protect his friends–all these were just the things you could list on the top of your head because you can go on for hours talking about him like a lovestruck teen even as a grown adult.

However, unlike you, Zoro has no concept of knowing his limits even when he's severely injured, and it drives both you and Chopper mad just to keep him in place and rest. He's lifting weights the following day like nothing happened, and only ever complied after your pissed ass lift and dragged him away from his make-shift gym, demanding to be placed down, face red with embarrassment. Zoro learns not to test your patience whenever you are looking out for him despite his protests.

You entered the infirmary with a basin and washcloth in one hand. You told Chopper you could handle disinfecting him and he could change Zoro's bandages after. The little doctor was exhausted managing everyone's injuries, so you told him to have his supposed shower day today to relax.

You take in the sight of Zoro's sleeping, bandaged figure and internally debated if you had to wake him up to do what you need to do, or just wait until he wakes up, then you catch Zoro's eye peeking through his eyelids, grumbles, and turns away from you onto his side. You roll your eyes, scoffing at the pettiness. Zoro's reddening ears didn't go unnoticed, a smile forming on your lips.

"Aw, don't tell me you're actually still mad, tiger?" You teased, setting down the basin on the bedside table and sat on the mattress.

Zoro hides his face into the pillows. "Go away."

You tugged his ear lightly, earning a flinch and he finally faces you with a frustrated look. Before he can cuss you out, you interrupted.

"Sit up. I'm cleaning you, then Chopper rewraps you with new bandages. He's out relaxing in the shower to destress.. he's got quite a difficult patient." You gave him a chiding look, something he's never going to get used to even if it's something you've always done to him and some others.

At first, he didn't like it even if he knew you had kind intentions, for it stings his ego a little that you felt obligated to take care of him outside of battle situations. He wanted to stop you, but seeing how you seemed genuinely happy caring for him and the others in your acts of service made him unable to reject you. This time was no different, but that doesn't mean he hasn't moved on from feeling.. babied?

"..Later." Zoro managed, turning away once more, trying to calm his mind. He's feeling weird flips in his gut again, heart racing. Your pampering nature needs to be held back sometimes, because he's always got to catch himself from completely succumbing to your advances. (He's willfully dense from your affection.. The man cannot handle it.)

"Roronoa." You warned.

A beat later, Zoro reluctantly sits up and half-heartedly glares at you. You shoot him the 'I-wouldn't-be-doing-this-if-you-weren't-stubborn-as-hell' look, eyebrow raised. He grumbles under his breath, and looks away.

You unwrap his soiled bandages, concern surfacing in your expression despite trying your best to look unphased. Zoro had reopened some of his wounds because of his persistence to move around, especially the one along his collar bone. It was quite deep, and Zoro, as usual, trained like it didn't hurt. Men had pride, an ego to build and defend, especially Zoro, who only ever wanted to be undefeatable for his ambition and the crew's reliable protector, so you didn't actually enjoy chiding him when it resulted in him being aggressively defensive ("I can take it." "I need to get stronger.").

The bleeding reopened wound got the best of your patience as you wiped the dried blood off, so you said something in the calmest possible tone.

"Endurance is strength, but there's more strength to be built in resting. You know that well, Zoro."

Zoro stays quiet, watching your hands clean his wounds, but you sensed his tensed jaw. You knew he didn't like confrontation with feelings or concerns, but you continued to press your observations on him. You can't stand it.

"Do you immediately go back to training after being injured to be stronger? Or is it to punish yourself?"

Zoro's whole stature tensed, freezing in place like he was caught sneaking into the kitchen for booze. He snaps a glare at you, no intended malice behind them but a warning.

"Mind your business, (Name)." He managed through his gritted teeth.

You return the glare with an unwaveringly persistent stare. "No."

Zoro was about to remove his arm from your touch, but you held him in place.

"You're so damn nosy when you don't need to be—"

"And so I'll just watch you punish yourself by making your wounds worse? If you take it upon yourself to protect everyone from everything attacking them, there's no problem with that, but who's taking care of you when you don't realize you're hurting too? So yes, it's my business."

You meant that as something more than physical hurt, but Zoro is slow. He didn't think of it that way, but he does understand you to a certain extent. What he can't comprehend is your overly caring nature, something very similar to Chopper's, but he only assumed it was because the reindeer is a doctor and is obligated to. Why him? It set something off in his chest that he didn't want to acknowledge.

You knew you had no place telling him what or what not to do, but it didn't stop you from caring. You wish he could listen and understand that. You knew he felt hurt after being unable to protect Chopper in time when his opponent redirected his attack towards the unsuspecting reindeer.

If you weren't there to save Chopper, Zoro would be feeling a lot more worse if the doctor got hurt. He finished his fight in victory, yet the thought of being unable to see that sly attack going for Chopper (he was exhausted at that point, but he holds no excuses for himself) bothered him greatly. It brought him back to the time Kuma was slowly going after his friends and him being unable to move because of his pain. He was weak—a burden. They were all lucky Kuma was not as bad as the person they thought he was.

He didn't say any of this to you, but he didn't need to. You hardly knew anything about the Saobody incident, but you saw the panic in his eyes at that moment with Chopper, and understood his coping mechanism.

"I can take care of myself." Zoro stated, tone firmly saying there's no argument against that.

You scoffed, annoyance festering inside you was growing unbearable by the day because this man doesn't get it. You didn't want to explode in a horrible immature way.

"Sure, tiger. Bleeding yourself to exhaustion lifting thousand ton weights to 'train' doesn't sound like taking care." You mumble the next part, "..It's bottled up insecurities."

Zoro's teeth clenched. "Insecure?" He snapped back, not liking the implications. Before he could completely go off and push you away, you beat him to it and clutched his arm in place with a well-known vise strength. Today was the last straw, taking a deep breath and narrowing your gaze to his.

"Yes, insecurities. But I didn't say that to make you feel less of a man or weak because I'm not stupid and I know you're strong. But if you think I don't see your little self-deprecating ‘training’, then think again. I know I have no place to tell anyone here what to do, but I do have a place here to care—especially for a hard headed dumbass who thinks unnecessarily hurting himself constantly equates to being stronger."

You grab his hand into your own, and stare at his disbelieving eyes widening by the moment. He didn't dare look away.

"I care for you, and I get worried because you're hurting more than just these goddamn wounds. I want to take care of you. Let me care for you when you need it.."

You pull his hand closer to your lips, lowering your head that it almost looks like you would kiss it, but didn't. You were lucky the man didn't pull away yet, so you looked back up to him.

"Please."

"You—.." Zoro's face was reddening worse by the moment, eye twitching. The hand in your grasp was growing clammy but he didn't want to pull away. His mind was going haywire thinking what the fuck are you doing and what do you mean, heart pounding hard against his chest. You kept looking at him with that pleading look, making it more difficult for him to resist.

'I care for you'

'Let me take care of you'

When was the last time Zoro ever heard someone talking to him like that? Never, he thinks.

"What..? Why?" he asks dumbly, still unsure of how to respond from a semi-confession. You mentally curse yourself for word-puking like that, and hope and beg for any god if there is one that you won't regret.

"Because.." you cleared your throat, and squeezed his hand. "I like you. A lot."

Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m chickening out now–shit!

Zoro was looking more and more like a ripe tomato by the second, and you could feel your cheeks growing warm. What the fuck did you mean? Like him? In.. that way?

You study his flustered expression, nervousness eating you alive and you wanted the earth to swallow you whole. You compose yourself, setting down his hand but not really letting go yet.

"As a friend! Haha!" You nervously laughed, looking away and setting the towel in the basin.

REAL smooth, (Name)... real fucking smooth.

You let him go, not bothering to look back at him anymore and stood up quickly. Remorse was eating you alive slowly.

"I'll go now since I'm done. You better get back to sleep." You turned to leave with the basin in hand, snapping Zoro out of his shocked trance.

"Wait!" Zoro grabbed the hem of your shirt, catching your attention. You slowly turned to look him straight in the face again. His flushed face was slowly calming into fainter hues. Damn, he's cute. You chide yourself internally to focus on the situation at hand.

"Yes?" You ask, searching his eyes, hoping the subject was dropped.

"I uh.. Don't mind." He whispered, swallowing the lump in his throat.

"Don't mind me taking care of you?" You smiled, grateful he's accepting help, the fucked up confession leaving your mind instantly.

"Yes—I mean no, not that—"

You raise your brow, smile pulling into a light-hearted snark of annoyance due to his hardheadedness.

"Fuck, I mean yes I'm okay with you um.. doing this for me." He said, letting go of your shirt. You smiled fully again, delivering blooming sensations under his skin.

"Great! I'll train with you once you're actually better." You beamed, turning again to leave Zoro alone to handle the heart hammering in his chest.

A week passed, Zoro was officially fully healed thanks to Chopper's (and your) care. He felt ridiculously nervous yet elated climbing up to the crow's nest, the implied shared space between you two. You were already there with your usual yoga stretches to maintain your flexibility, greeting him with a teasing smug yet caring smile.

He notices his equipment is cleaned, and realizes it's always been cleaned after use thanks to you and your slight cleaning obsession. The thought bothered him, but not unpleasantly.. which was more bothering because he never stopped thinking about your confession.

He started noticing every little hidden thing you do to care for him, and even others. It made him wonder how long you have been doing this, and appreciated it immensely more than he would ever admit. You sneak in little items others might need into their space, like for him, his towels and water bottle. He was more flustered than usual, especially when it comes to directly taking care of him or showing forms of affection he's only ever noticed now.

The lingering touches you have when slinging your arm around his shoulders as you laugh at Luffy's shenanigans, sliding down to his lower back, or when you hold his hand a second longer after you pull him up to stand. You sneak alcohol on the rooftop of the nest to share, and he's always happy to oblige.

You both go on to tell stories of your adventures as you drink the night away, and whenever he would be the one to share his experiences in whatever story (he was sharing Alabasta), he would catch you gazing affectionately at him, studying him with a dumb small smile and it makes him stutter out of his sentence, face flushing.

"Stop that." He groans, cheeks burning from both alcohol and embarrassment.

"Sorry, you're cute." You chuckle to yourself.

"Hah?!" He gives you an incredulous look, eye wide. You laugh aloud, waving your hand to brush it off.

"Sorry, sorry. 'M tipsy as fuck now." You set your mug down, looking down to ground yourself. You meant it all fully.

"I'm not cute." He huffed, taking a swig and glared at you, not knowing if he's feeling irritated or affected with other feelings.

"Sure, sorry handsome." You grin at him.

"Shut up."

"Though I would say cute fits better on Luffy." You rested your chin on your palm, elbow at knee as you continued to think into the distance. Zoro rolled his eye.

"Actually no, handsome fits Sanji better."

Zoro's attention snapped at you, a furrow in his face.

"What? That shitty cook?" He sounds a little too mad from just a comment.

"No, no, wait, probably sexy? His waist can be somewhat considered petite—Aha! He's fits pretty boy more—"

"Will you stop that?" Zoro snapped, more upset that he should be as he glared at your grinning side profile. You looked at him, eyes questioning and surprised and Zoro can't discern if you're faking it or not.

"Woah, okay!" You laughed, palms up in mock surrender and defense. "I'm simply giving silly comments! Besides, it's not like they can hear us, no?"

"That's not—I can hear you!"

"It's just you, man! Are you gonna go up to Sanji and tell him I think he's a pretty boy?"

"No!"

"Then there's no issue, yes?" You grinned, slowly realizing where you had incidentally led this. God, him and his stupid rivalry with Sanji is borderline homoerotic tension you sometimes feel slightly jealous of.

Wait.. jealous?

"Just—Why is he—He's not even that pretty." Zoro countered , like a goddamn toddler and you can't stop your fit of laughter as you both argued. Zoro was taking this a little too seriously.

"What?! Okay then fine, he's sexy and Luffy's cute—"

"Can you shut the fuck up." Zoro groans into his hands, wiping the grogginess off his face.

"Actually, I'd say Torao-san fits more as sexy than Sanji."

"Stop—"

"Oh, he's definitely the sexy one because his tattoos are just so hot, though Sanji does have the sexy suave vibe, with the full suit and all—"

"(Name), please." Zoro grabbed your forearm, eyebrows still furrowed but eyes pleading and irritated with something more than just annoyance.

Is he jealous..? No way.

"What's wrong?" You asked, wanting to see if he's ever going to admit to anything. There was the smug grin in your face that Zoro wanted to wipe off as you kept chuckling, but then it suddenly pulled into a serious expression as you placed your hand atop the one he was grabbing you with. Zoro’s heart stuttered, sensing the change in mood.

“Be straight up with me, man.. Do you like Sanji?”

He looked at you like you just grew an extra head. “WHAT?! No!” He yelled, snatching his hand away, fuming. You were laughing again, even slapping your knee.

“Ohoho? Is that why you’re mad when I compliment him? I mean you both always look like you’re about to kiss when you argue sooo unnecessarily close face to face!”

“What the fuck are you talking about?!”

You gave him a teasing look up and down, slapping his shoulder as you continued your fit of laughter. Zoro wanted to punch you right now, jealousy turned frustration.

“Don’t worry, Zo. I don’t like him in that way–He’s all yours-”

“Fuck no! I like you!”

A beat. You’re both frozen in your places, surprise reigning your face followed with a blush. Zoro was once again growing red as hell, eyes wide and lips quivering from realization of what the fuck he just said, cursing himself. Your heart rate picked up fast, nerves alive as liquid courage coursed through your blood and the taste still on your tongue. You don’t know what to fucking do, but you did know one thing: you want to kiss him.

So you place your hand around his nape, brushing through his three earrings with your thumb, and pulled him to a rushed yet soft one.

Zoro sucked his breath in, melting into your touch instantly after a second as you fiddled with his base hairs on the back of his head, and leaned back to the kiss. His hands found their way on your shoulders, and you sighed, sucking on his bottom lip making him groan and then pulled away despite not wanting to.

You searched his eyes for any sort of more confirmation or uncertainty, and smiled when you saw he was just staring at your lips, wanting to kiss again.

“Cute.”

He frowned slightly again, pouting.

You pulled him on your lap and kissed him one more, long and full of all the affection you have ever wanted to give him and more.

That make out session lasted in what felt like eternity, from soft and longing to rough and all tongue, hands wandering all the places you ever wanted to touch him (Ah yes, the tits). Needless to say, you and him were together officially after your cheesy full confession of how he is in fact the love of your life and asking him out. He agreed, of course.

Although you both never told anyone, it was so obvious to others (except Luffy) that you were finally dating. Mostly because you can’t get your hands off Zoro despite his protests, and even showered together..? That’s a lot to say for Zoro and your persistence.

Of course, the first to ever bug Zoro was Sanji, the cook never letting him live it down how the swordsman was swept off his feet. There became a huge argument that started after Nami insisted you to tell her who confessed first for a bet they all had, which drew commotion that everyone joined in, even Zoro, who wanted to disappear and kick your ass for even telling it to Nami for fuck’s sake. You two had a debate on who really did confess first, whether your first chickened out “I like you as a friend” counts or not. Chaotic day, but a happy one as everyone congratulated you both.

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a/n: this one is longer than the first part which was law.. the zoro brainrot is real asf. last of the part is sanji! if you all have requests to continue or any other feel free to comment hre :D pls be nice.

#𝕃𝕐𝕊 𝕀𝕄𝔸𝔾𝕀ℕ𝔼𝕊 #one piece x male reader #one piece x reader #one piece x dom reader #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #roronoa zoro #roronoa zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x you #roronoa zoro x y/n #zoro #one piece #one piece zoro #one piece scenario #roronoa zoro imagines #zoro imagines #roronoa zoro x dom reader #roronoa zoro x male reader

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20 questions for fic writers

Tagged by @the-real-azalea-scroggs! Had to wait until I was of my phone because doing these is a nightmare on mobile lmao

1. How many works do you have on A03?

18 as of a few days ago!

2. What's your total A03 word count?

157,937! Which is. Only a fraction of the word count in my Docs folder. Be prepared.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I mainly write for The Legend of Zelda; specifically Linked Universe! In fact, that's all that's posted on my Ao3 currently, since my fall into that fandom began with me uploading there! Pre-Ao3 I wrote for Black Cat (Anime/Manga), Megaman NT Warrior, various Pokémon things, Assassin's Creed, Yugioh, Final Fantasy XIV and Octopath Traveler! Some of these I still write privately, but I haven't gotten around to re-posting any.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Whistling on Deaf Ears - My longest fic on Ao3, focusing on Wild and Twilight's friendship and how good intentions can lead to disaster.

Iconoclasm - Warriors deals with the room full of portraits in Cia's palace. The Chain also deals with it, but with a bit more fire.

Deserving - Twilight finally tells Rusl that he was the wolf in the village during TP, but that also means dealing with some heavier topics. Colin half overhears them and forms his own conclusions.

Something Greater - The start of the "Hyrule can see magical auras" series! In this one we deal with Legend and his many rings.

Ocean Magic - Mermaid Legend and Zora Time have a race and then fight one of the Big Octos from WW! Fun times.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Every single one!! I love comments, they give me an excuse to ramble about my fic more!! I am always down to ramble about every single insignificant detail of any line and/or section. If you ever want more background info about one of my fics, look to the comments!

So please, I adore comments, I treat them like treasures, not responding to them would be a CRIME.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

There's no contest; Inevitable, my (so far) only MCD fic.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Hmmm, that's hard to quantify. I usually try to end fics on a hopeful note regardless. I'd say possibly either Deserving, where Twilight reconnects with his family, or Shimmering Blue, Striking White, where Time meets the Fierce Deity settled down on Satori Mountain and they both get closure.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Thankfully, no! I've been blessed with mostly amazing and patient readers, even when my upload schedule isn't the best.

9. Do you write smut?

No, not really. I've attempted it, but I'm too asexual for it lol

10. Do you write crossovers?

Very, very rarely. Mostly privately, and only very specific ones. Only a single one has had an actual plot, so far (more on that one in question 15!).

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Also a nope! I tend to write for smaller fandoms, where these things don't tend to happen a lot!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have! But it's been a while. Over a decade, in fact! I tried to find the fic to link it here, but it was on the German fanfic website fanfiktion.de, and my friend who posted it back then must have deactivated her account, because it's nowhere to be seen (I still have the Word file though!). It was a Multi-Crossover that started as an RP in a forum, and we took turns turning the RP into prose one chapter each. "If a Hero Turns to Dark" was its title. We were edgy teenagers.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Hissssss. Bad question. Shoo. They are all equally important!!

But it's probably TenRose from Doctor Who.

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

One of the very few crossovers I've ever worked on; a crossover fic between Assassin's Creed and Doctor Who, that I have mapped out in both chronological and timeline order, and yes, those are different. I only ever wrote about a quarter of it, since my primary audience of it disappeared when we graduated. I doubt I'll ever pick it back up properly, and if I do it'll probably go through heavy rewrites first since it's so old. Finishing it is a nice thought, but realistically, after 9 years it'll never be high priority enough for it to actually happen.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue, especially arguments, and emotional impact. I've been told I do really well making characters feel alive and believable! Also I like to believe I'm decent at setting a scene and giving it the vibe I want it to have!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I struggle with dialogue tags when nothing much is happening besides the talking. I always feel it's too bland, and fall back on the same phrases. My scene transitions could use some work too.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I've done this with Japanese phrases, because I was a massive weeb. Usually I followed them up with their own translations, though; I'm not the biggest fan of footnote translations, unless they are properly linked to. Simple dialogue tags are my favourite way of indicating a language switch.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Black Cat the Manga/Anime! It's a series about an assassin turned bounty hunter trying to live a life separate from his murdery past, but getting dragged back into things by still wanting to avenge his best friend's death. The series has a special place in my heart and my bookshelf, it left an imprint on 13-year-old me that will never leave.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Probably Jailbreak, uncharacteristically enough! It's one of the only fics I never got stuck in once. Writing it was a great feeling from start to finish. I love writing all of my fics, but that was a special few days.

Tagging @ahrva @nowhere-to-go-but-down @silvercaptain24 and @aeghina! And anyone who wants to do it, really, go wild

#rav rambles #rav writes #ask game #linked universe #thank you Aza I rambled a lot lmao #rambling is cathartic sometimes #I had a good time!

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Top 25 Fics of 2023

1. whatever you want by Wildehack (tyleet) | Wolf 359 | Kepler/Jacobi | 5k

Kepler doesn't fuck him that first day, when Daniel swallows his pride like it's a hot coal he can feel boiling down to the pit of his stomach and dials the number left on the card. Heather Says: Back in 2017, Wolf 359 changed my life. I relisten to it every year. I reread fic. I sometimes write it. And THIS year, I was blessed with one of my favorites writing my favorites from Wolf 359. It's honestly exactly what I wanted out of a Wolf 359 fix it/coda.

2. god was a dog-man by @andthepeople | Teen Wolf | Derek/Stiles | 13k

“Do you have a secret teenage son?” Stiles demands, as soon as Derek opens the door. Heather Says: I did NOT watch the Teen Wolf movie this year. I did, however, relentlessly stalk reaction posts and (very select) gifsets. I also read this fantastic fic, which is now the movie in my brain because since I didn't see it, I'll never know.

3. then out of nowhere, somebody comes and hits you with an ooh la la la, ooh la la la, ooh la la la, ooh by @calciseptine | Deadpool | Peter/Wade | 49k

A man with spider-themed superpowers accidentally breaks into Wade's apartment. Heather Says: Deadpool is one of those fandoms that I'm technically a part of because I like it and I think Spiderman and Deadpool is both hilarious and hot, but it's always just on the edge of my peripherals. But sometimes Steve's fic just kind of creeps on me and demands my attention. This was my feel good fic this spring.

4. By the Laws of Magic by Lenore | The Sandman | Dream/Hob | 32k

It’s 1959, and Hob Gadling is working at a London auction house, amazing his colleagues with his uncanny knowledge of art and artifacts from the 14th century on. When he gets the assignment to catalogue a family library at a place called Fawney Rig, he looks forward to a working vacation in the country. What he finds is a house with a preternatural chill where odd disturbances happen daily, an ornate carved door with a secret clearly hidden behind it, and visions of his mysterious stranger every time he turns around. Heather Says: I honestly love this ship. The fairy tale elements combined with the very compelling idea that in another universe much like this one, Hob Gadling ends up saving Dream from his glass prison made for some truly great fiction.

5. Dawnshot Through the Heart by @sirnotappearinginthisblog | Wax&Wayne series | Wax/Wayne | WIP | 80k

Ten years ago, Wayne fled instead of letting himself get arrested for murder. He’s been an outlaw ever since, keeping one step ahead of the lawkeepers who want him dead or alive—especially Dawnshot. But his luck was bound to run out eventually, and he knows how it always ends for the Bad Guys in stories. Heather Says: I think that this is the only WIP on here but I cannot rightfully leave it off because I LOVED this fic this year. I love the Mistborn series, but I've never really sought out fic for it before. This one though, this one found me. The writing is SUPERB and I wish it was a bigger fandom because it deserves so much love, you guys. It's so so so good. I love Wax and Wayne's dynamic in the series. They're great. But also- what if they had an enemies to lovers thing going on that turned poly? WHAT IF?!

6. One Size Fits All by @entanglednow | Stranger Things | Eddie/Steve | 65k

Steve just wanted to do something nice for a friend, he doesn't mean to get Eddie's ring stuck on his finger, and it's definitely not his fault that everyone he knows is jumping to conclusions. Heather Says: This is not the last time that you will see this author or this ship on this list. I really would have thought that Steddie would have crept out of my brain right now, but NOPE. And part of that is because every couple weeks entanglednow drops an absolute BANGER of a fic that obliterates my brain for anything else.

7. you are spring by @wildehacked | Supernatural | Castiel/Dean | 20k

God makes a wish. His parents work some things out. Heather Says: I got very close to leaving this one off the list, not because it wasn't good or that it wasn't one of my top 25 but purely because I've been out of the Supernatural fandom for so many years. I mean, c'mon. I didn't watch the last FIVE seasons. However, getting to follow along wildehacked's rewatch journey on twitter was a blast from the past and then THIS lovely shining fic that they churned out lured me back in for one last nibble at this ship that took over my life for the better part of a decade. It is so incredibly amazing and since I never finished the series, I will happily go on pretending that this is how it ended.

8. Interim by starkraving | BotW/TOtK | Ganondorf/Link/Zelda | 95k

She has no throne. Girls without thrones should not have knights, but hers won’t go. Princess Zelda – the girl who killed Calamity – would love to fade into legend, but Link’s bought a house, he’s fighting off monsters, and he’s selling giant horses to strangely familiar Gerudo men. She'll never have any peace now. Heather Says: This fic. THIS FIC. Is so richly built. Is so intoxicating. It leans into found family. You spend chapter after chapter watching Zelda and Link traverse Hyrule with the hot Gerudo that they met along the way after the events of the first game. And it is so fucking compelling. Honestly, while I'm happy that they smooched, I would have been completely fine reading another 100k of just these three wandering Hyrule together, being absolute goblins. 10 out 10, will read again.

9. one hundred years past by tciddaemina | BotW/TotK | Ganondorf/Link | 38k

Link wakes up a century early. It changes everything. Heather Says: Can you tell that playing Tears of the Kingdom left me desperately thirsty for any and all Ganondorf content this summer? I'm a sucker for all sides of the poly triforce but I'll admit that Ganondorf and Link scratches that enemies to lovers itch PERFECTLY if it's done well. And this one is done well.

10. Step Right Up by entanglednow | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 3k

Steve had mostly given up on trying to meet anyone new after everything, but it's been six months and his friends had started giving him pointed nudges to get out there again. Heather Says: Told you it wouldn't be the last you saw of entanglednow. I actually think that this might be my favorite fic that they've written? Which is saying a lot because I will scream it to the rafters that any Steddie fan should read their fic. But this is FUN HOUSE MIRROR MAZE and MISTAKEN IDENTITY KISSING. Guys, I have no chill about this fic. I have no chill about Steve's hands in Eddie's hair, or the sounds that he makes, or the smell of strawberry. It is just so so good.

11. the most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway is that it’s you by @greatunironic | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 35k

Sixteen years after the world didn't end for the last time, Max Mayfield showed up on Steve’s doorstep and said, “You gonna walk me down the aisle in May or what?” Or, it’s 2002 and Steve Harrington attends a wedding, a funeral, and a birth. Heather Says: I genuinely do not think that I have words for this one. It is one of those all encompassing fics that sucks you in and just won't spit you out again. It hurts, an ache just under the breastbone. But god, it's so beautiful.

12. Fight Night by @rlnerdgirl | Teen Wolf | Derek/Stiles | 12k

Stiles starts fighting in college. He doesn't tell anyone. Heather Says: There are three...? Yeah, three Teen Wolf fics on this list. Three. Like it's 2015 again. Like my brain broke and time went ticking all the way back to when I was ridiculously invested in these characters. But honestly? All three Teen Wolf fics on this list are incredibly therapeutic. They get to be the ending for me instead of whatever clusterfuck good ole Jeff tried to pull. This one in particular is fantastic because it's canon-divergence after SEASON one. Yes, we have Erica and Boyd. Yes, Stiles is BAMF. It's a good read.

13. strange fear i ain’t felt for years by Sister | Batman | Tim/Jason | 31k

“Can’t believe a pretty thing like you has to come begging to the Red Hood,” he says against Tim’s neck. “Thought they’d be lining up down the block for you. Thought Daddy would need to get the shotgun.” Heather Says: Oh look, another ship and fandom that I was only peripherally aware of that had me in a chokehold for a good month and a half. I don't even like DC that much.

14. Silver-Tongue by starkraving | Baldur's Gate 3 | Astarion/Karlach | 9k

Astarion fast-talks an abnormal number of enemies into killing themselves in the shadow-cursed lands and the team makes idle (then less idle) conversation about it. Heather Says: Okay, so I STILL have not finished this game. I have however very carefully consumed as much content as I can get my hands on without being completely and totally spoiled. This was the first fic that I really loved in this fandom. It's no surprise that I ship Astarion happily with everyone, but damn is he good with Karlach in this one. Their characterization is perfect.

15. A Sign of The Morning by ToEdenandBackAgain | Stranger Things | Eddie/Steve | 86k

Vecna is dead. The Upside Down is cut off from Hawkins yet again. Steve is trying to go back to normal, whatever that is. He's also trying to figure out exactly how Eddie Munson has managed to fit so easily into his life. Heather Says: Honestly? What can I say about this one? It has 19,000 kudos despite being published last June. It's on a ridiculous number of collection/rec lists. The tension is exquisite. The found family? Even better.

16. Phantom of Truth by Haiju | Danny Phantom | Maddie Fenton & Danny Fenton | 58k

Locked away in a secret government lab with Phantom as her sole object of study, nothing stands between Maddie and the truth... except, perhaps, herself. Heather Says: Oh look, another fandom that I have never ever been a part of. I saw this REALLY NEAT and angsty tiktok (tw for ghosty gore) and basically immediately was sucked into a show that I've never even watched before. The comments lead me to this fic which is perfectly gen, angsty, and honestly absolutely perfect. I cannot get over how much I loved this.

17. Manacled by senlinyu | Harry Potter | Draco/Hermione | 370k

Harry Potter is dead. In the aftermath of the war, in order to strengthen the might of the magical world, Voldemort enacts a repopulation effort. Heather Says: I did the thing. I read the incredibly dark fic that I've been avoiding since 2018. I typically steer-clear of anything that is overly bleak and I do not tiptoe into non-con waters often. But one of our groomsmen who isn't even involved with fandom read this so that his girlfriend would watch Star Wars with him and then spent a good portion of a Halloween party talking it up. So I gave it a shot. Over all, it is too bleak for me. That said, I finished it in a weekend. I loved it. I hated it. I wish I'd broken it up over a longer period of time because the emotional bleed off of it was intense.

18. Ready for Love by @idiopathicsmile | Singin in the Rain | Cosmo/Kathy/Don | 12k

Don and Kathy would move in together. They would have a dog or two and then inevitably, a small parade of adorable little brats who would call him Uncle Cosmo, and they would spend less and less time with him, not on purpose but busy with the rest of their lives, and ultimately Cosmo would learn to make his peace with it because he’d have no other choice and he would have to try to move on and not live too much in his memories. He could picture it so clearly, he figured if the songwriting gig with Monumental didn’t pan out, he could always return to the backwater circuit with a new act: The Amazing Cosmo of the Cosmos—ladies and gentlemen, he sees the future, he reads the stars, he silently pines for his best married pal and all the while tap dancing! Don and Kathy inviting him along on their honeymoon, though—that part was a surprise. Heather Says: I LOVE this movie. It is one of my biggest comfort movies. I watch it to feel happy. I watch it when I'm sad. And I have always shipped these three but NEVER read fic for it. And honestly? I'm glad I waited for a good fic to find me because this one was perfect.

19. A Series of Forgettable Events by @trensu | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 27k

Steve wanted to be a dad more than anything. Unfortunately, he was a single dude in his thirties which meant no adoption agency in the world was willing to give him a chance. Or at least no human adoption agency. Heather Says: Honestly just a delightful little jaunt in a world where Steve wants to be a dad, Eddie is a very overprotective siren, and the kids are, well. Little horrors. I love it. There's a sequel now which I am very patiently waiting to read it until I am less busy in RL.

20. the dry sand of daylight by @andthepeople | Inception | Arthur/Eames | 15k

Arthur is married to Eames for the better part of a decade. Then he wakes up. Heather Says: This fic left me ACHING for the Inception fandom circa 2010-2012. When livejournal was still a thing and the fandom community was alive and thriving. It is so achingly tender and perfect. I had forgotten how much I loved them.

21. brutalist masterpieces by @greatunironic | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 12k

Ten years on, in a town in Nova Scotia, on the edge of the Atlantic, Eddie finds Steve again, and also maybe himself. Heather Says: Maybe that's my thing this year. Achingly sweet tender pieces that leave you reeling in the aftermath. This fic is SO incredibly beautiful.

22. What Made Milwaukee Famous by synthetica | Danny Phantom | Vlad/Danny | 30k

Ten years after establishing a tenuous truce, Danny crash-lands at Vlad's Milwaukee lakehouse with a particularly nasty wound, three days recovery time, and absolutely nothing to do but talk to his long-lost archnemesis. Heather Says: I'm told that this is something of a rarepair. However, from the limited information that I have from the series I can say with full certainty that two ghostly beings locked for years as enemies growing up and meeting in the middle? Fully my thing.

23. then now and always by @raisesomehale | Teen Wolf | Derek/Stiles | 13k

Stiles is stuck. Stiles is stuck in the fucking snow in the middle of bum-fuck-nowhere at night with a broken down car three days before Christmas, and the nearest tow truck company—over fifty miles away—doesn’t open until morning. Heather Says: And here we have the promised third Teen Wolf fic, the most cathartic of the bunch. I am so so sweet on future fic particularly in this fandom with missed chances. And this one is just so syrupy sweet. It's winter! There's horses! Derek's an alpha! They smooch. Anyway, this is how I cope with a series finale that didn't happen and a movie that doesn't exist.

24. Terminus by @rcmclachlan | Loki | Loki/Mobius | 4k

"Keep me here," he begs against Mobius's lips. "You must keep me here." Heather Says: What do you mean you didn't spend all three replays of the Loki series finale weeping into a pillow? What do you mean you didn't spend the next few days trying to find the perfect coda? What do you mean that you didn't find this fic and positively expire from the sheer fucking tenderness in Mobius' voice? What do you mean? What. do you. mean? Anyway, I know I'm not supposed to have number one favorites. This list exists because I cannot condense it further than 25. But guys, this was my favorite fic this year.

25. Eye Of The Beholder by @entanglednow | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 22k

Eddie works himself up to ask Steve if he can borrow his instant camera, because the type of pictures he wants to take are…not the kind he can get developed in town. Heather Says: And to round it out, another Steddie. This one with sexy photos. The tension is killer.

#heather says what #top 25 #year in review #fic recs #recommendations #2023 #new year's memes #teen wolf #stranger things #loki #inception #supernatural #danny phantom #dc #harry potter

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Dark Necessities [Part 3]

Steven Grant/Marc Spector/Jake Lockley X F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged?•Dark Necessities Masterlist

Summary: “I,” Marc swallowed, just about managing to pull his lips away from yours. He cupped your face with his right hand, pressing ever so gently as he ran his thumb over your cheek. “I’m sorry, it’s Marc, I didn’t- I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have.”

Marc manages to get you both passage over the Caspian Sea in a fishing trawler.

A/N: I am so sorry this has taken me so long. Me writing this: I’m not going to write Marc subby, I’m not going to write Marc subby, I’m not going to.

I wrote him subby.

Warnings: blow jobs, fingering, p in v sex, typos, swearing, please let me know if I’ve missed a warning

Word Count: 2901

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The journey so far had been difficult. Time-consuming in the vague fragments of clues Khonshu would give, leaving the majority, if not all the work to Jake and Marc and their contacts.

As frustration festered along your spine you began to seriously entertain the idea of eating the moon god. Would he taste brittle and dry like the old bones he inhabited? Or sweeter, greater, like some forbidden ambrosia?

He was obviously playing some kind of game here, one that you were simply a pawn of.

A blessing, however, was the gentle ease that seemed to be growing between Jake, Marc, and Steven. Their communication had continued to stay effortless, with Jake no longer forced to listen and scream without the other two hearing.

The ship Marc had managed to secure your passage on was a factory fishing trawler. You were staying with it across the Caspian Sea to Kazakhstan.

Nearly all of the cabins were taken up by staff who either maintained the ship, fished, or canned - or most who did a combination of the three.

Which is why you both were crammed into a tiny cabin on the ship, a room so small you weren’t sure how it was meant to fit one person, let alone two.

It had an odd layout, a fractionally larger than hospital sized bed bolted to the wall bunk bed style, with a single metal ladder leading up to it. Underneath was a metal toilet and sink with an old folding door contraption that you still hadn’t managed to work out.

It was a good job that none of you had brought a lot of luggage.

You had squeezed into the small bed with Jake around 11pm, thankful for the metal guards on the open side of the bed that would stop anyone falling the second someone turned over. Jake had still insisted that you take the side closest to the wall, refusing to even entertain the idea of you getting hurt.

“Jake, you know I can turn into a massive wolf thing, right?” You said as you settled into the bed.

“Massive wolf things still get injured.” He mumbled, his eyes already closed.

You laughed softly.

There was a pause before Jake spoke again, “Steven says it’s not just a wolf.”

You laughed louder as you lay down next to him.

“How is Steven?”

“Talking when we should be sleeping.”

You lean a little closer. “Hi, Steven.”

Jake opens one eye at you, mock glaring. “It’s time to sleep.”

“If Steven wants to talk,” you giggle, “then I think-”

Jake leaned up quickly, pressing his lips to yours and lightly holding your cheek. He kissed you deeply for a moment before pulling back and urging you to lay down on your side. “Time for sleep.”

He snuggles close, wrapping his arms around you, his chest to your back.

“You’re very demanding Jake Lockley.” You tease, unable to keep your smile out of your voice.

“Good.” He paused for a moment. “Do you know how many times I used to have to front just so that Steven or Marc wouldn’t run our body into the ground? Left up to them we’d collapse from exhaustion.”

“Oh, I see, so when you want to talk, it’s fine,” you teased. “But when I do,” you let out a little yelp as Jake moved his hand to tickle you.

“Shh, let’s sleep.”

You tutted, but it was in jest. “Bossy.”

“Someone needs to be.” He whispered, this time you could hear the smile in his voice.

You shifted a little and then settled, an odd lightness in your chest. The pull of Set’s Hunger far from your mind.

Unsurprisingly at some point in the night, you had managed to get tangled up in each other.

You had turned to face him, his head buried in your neck while your thigh rested between his legs.

It wasn’t quite clear who had partially awoken first, whether it was you shifting and coincidentally brushing your thigh against his semi-hard cock that caused him to moan and mouth at your neck or vice versa.

But whoever started it didn’t matter.

You let out a shuddered breath as he sucks a love bite into your skin, his fingers digging into your waist at the sound and dragging you closer. Eroding the tiny slither of space between you and pressing your leg more firmly against his length.

He moans again, the sound shifting the sleep from your eyes. And you can’t help but thread your fingers through his hair and pull lightly, yanking his lips away from your skin so that you can press your mouth to his.

He whines as you lick into his mouth, eagerly accepting your tongue and happily moving onto his back when you press against his shoulder.

Hunger spikes, low and deep in your stomach and throat. Electrifying through your veins as it burned like acid into every cell. You wanted him, you needed him.

The small space is awkward, making it impossible for you to fully sit up. But you still climb on top of him, pressing your needy core against his length and grinding down. You swallow his little moans and sighs of content as you rock, his chest firmly against yours as he runs his hands down your ribs. The tips of his fingers sneaking under your top.

The little gasp of pleasure you let out brings Marc to his senses. A sharp sting of panic momentarily ringing out louder than his arousal. It didn’t stop him from kissing you back, however.

Shitshitshitshit-

You okay? Marc’s seeming panic raising their heartbeat to near-catastrophic levels had been more than enough to wake Jake.

I-

I don’t mind, you know. Not if they’re okay with it.

So-

Just ask. There was a smile in Jake’s voice before he purposefully faded back, making sure that Marc could feel him leave.

“I,” Marc swallowed, just about managing to pull his lips away from yours. He cupped your face with his right hand, pressing ever so gently as he ran his thumb over your cheek. “I’m sorry, it’s Marc, I didn’t- I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have.”

The ‘I’ had been enough to tip you off that it wasn’t Jake who was fronting. The pause before he spoke again, the accent, how his face twisted under his own emotions.

“I, Jake said it was okay, that he didn’t mind if you didn’t, but I thought I should-”

“Jake doesn’t mind?” You ask, just about managing to contain yourself. Set’s form wiggles under your skin, drawing its claws along your bones. The snap of its teeth rumbled deep in your chest. Needed him, needed him, needed him.

Marc shook his head, misunderstanding your bluntness for annoyance. “He didn’t mea-”

You kiss him again, deep and desperate as you nip softly on his lower lip. And Marc just melts into you.

Straight away his hands go back to your waist, inching upwards and under your top. You break the kiss only to help him pull it off you, your lips quickly going back to his.

He groans again, bucking upwards against you when he runs his hands over your breasts, pinching at your nipples and smiling as you squirm above him.

His dick rubs against you deliciously, the fiction of your clothing suddenly too much for you to bear.

You pull yourself away from him, enjoying the little whine of protest that escapes his throat at the loss and quickly shuffle down towards the end of the bed.

With little ceremony, you bite softly at his hip before hooking your fingers under his pyjama bottoms and pulling them down his legs. In your haste, you just notice the small patch of wetness on the clothing as precome soaks into the fabric.

His cock springs free, forcefully slapping against his lower stomach. And you don’t wait, can’t wait. You don’t even bother to finish pulling his trousers down before your mouth is on him. Kissing and licking all over the length of him before sucking his tip into your mouth with a satisfied moan.

He tastes so good, rich and salty and you take him deeper and deeper. The weight of him on your tongue easing that burn along your veins, that desperate need.

You press your left hand against his hip, your fingernails just on the edge of digging in too much, as you relax your throat and try to take him as deeply as you can.

Marc lets out a sob, one hand grabbing hold of yours, squeezing it until you squeeze back, the other fisting in his own hair as he bucks and moans out praises.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, thank you, I just-ah, oh god, that feels so good, taking me so well, fuckfuckfuck, please just, I,” the rest of his words are drowned out by gasps and groans.

All those pretty little sounds he made sent sparks of excitement along your spine, the sensation rushing straight to your core.

You pulled your mouth off him slowly, dragging your lips to the very tip and letting go with an obscene pop, before running the flat of your tongue up his cock. You traced the outline of a large vein before swirling around his head and lapping at his slit.

Marc gasped, his stomach muscles clenching at the sight of you alone. He arched upwards, eagerly following your mouth and sighing in gratitude as you took him deeply yet again. Pleasure was drumming deep in his lower stomach causing the muscles in his thighs to twitch and jump.

He squirmed a little, trying to free his legs from the twisted up confines of his pyjamas, but your body and the combined angle kept him trapped so he could only pull and wriggle in a vain attempt. There was a deep down part of him that liked it.

Liked being held at your mercy, wanted you to just take, and take, and take until there was nothing of him left.

He choked out your name. You were nearly so lost in the moment that you didn’t hear him, but the string of “wait, wait, wait,” that fell out of his mouth hit you clearly.

Quickly you pulled away from him, his hand still squeezing yours.

You breathed deeply, anxiety beginning to bubble along your skin. “You okay?”

Marc nodded, forcing his head back on the pillow, eyes closed and the droplets of tears in his lashes. “Really okay, I just,” he took a large breath, “I didn’t want to… you know.” He leans up and gives you a small smile.

You can’t help but grin back. Straightforward, quick thinking Marc didn’t want to say the word. “What?” You ask innocently, though your smile betrays your intentions as anything but. “You don’t want to finish? Orgasm?” You inch higher up his body until you can take his face in your hands, your lips inches from his. “Cum?”

He bites his lip and nods, his eyes dream like and glazed over. “Not yet.” He whispers.

You kiss him softly, slowly, dragging your lips over his and just dipping the tip of your tongue into his mouth, only sliding inside when he moans frustratedly and presses his hands against your lower back.

His cock skims against your thigh and he shivers at the feeling, the drag of your pyjamas over his sensitive skin.

You break the kiss briefly to pull off his top before you go back to kissing him, revelling in the warmth of his skin against yours.

He runs his left hand up your side, taking hold of your breast and groaning as he touches the soft skin before rolling your nipple between his fingers.

With a heady glee, he drinks down your moans of pleasure, repeating the action until you writhe against him and run your hand through his hair, pulling lightly.

He hums against your lips, savouring the sensation as he pressed his forefinger against your clothed pussy. You jump a little, arching towards him as he rubs little circles around your clit.

“Can I?” He mutters, kissing down your jaw and to your neck.

You nod, barely finishing the movement before Marc slips his fingers under your waistband and glides through your folds. He groans deeply against your neck at the feel of your click coating his fingers before pushing two fingers inside and curling them slowly.

You gasp loudly, arching into his touch. It’s too much, not enough as he presses into you and strokes gently.

“Marc,” you growl against him, his sweet careful movements driving you to insanity.

The next movements are a blur. You force his hand away from you, pushing him back to laying flat, and kick off your trousers before climbing on top of him and straddling his waist.

Your chests are flush, pressed close at this angle, as you reach down and move his dick against your core.

He lets out a little gasp of surprise that turns into a groan as you start to sink down, pressing his head into the pillows and exposing his neck.

“Please, I need to feel you,” you murmur, unsure if you’ll be able to stop yourself if he denies you.

Marc nods rapidly, hands on your hips and pulling you back, down onto him. He swears loudly as he fills you, moaning as your tight, wet heat completely envelopes him.

His moans only get louder as you start to move.

The angle is difficult in the cramped space, not enough room to bounce so you roll your hips against him, rising up and down lightly. Swirling them in a figure of eight.

You barely manage two rotations before Marc plants his feet, changing the position of where you meet slightly as he presses his lower back into the mattress and pushes down on your hips.

And it’s perfect.

You cry out, grabbing hold of his shoulders and writhing against him as he keeps dragging the head of his cock over and over that devastating spot inside. Stroking you carefully as he moves within you, echoing the maddening gentleness of his fingers from before.

You moan his name, pulling his hair and rolling with his movements as every deep stroke builds you higher and higher.

He bites his lip, hard. Groaning, and cursing and whimpering out little choked breaths of, “please, please, please,” with every lungful of air. He’s so painfully close, but he needs you to feel good, craves it more than breathing.

A fresh wave of wetness leaks out of you, sticking your thighs to his, and with a gasp somehow he slips in impossibly deeper. Grinding against you relentlessly, your orgasm builds dizzyingly fast. So close you can taste its sweetness.

You want to warn him, tell him how good he’s making you feel, but the air catches in your lungs and the words won’t come.

Your nails dig into his shoulders, the bed creaking relentlessly with the force of your thrusts.

The urge to bite overwhelms you and you sink your teeth into his neck. Hard. But not enough to break the skin.

Marc sobs out a cry of pleasure, his eyes fluttering closed as his back arches off the bed and you cum against him as he hits unthinkingly deep. Pleasure shakes along your every nerve as he keeps grinding, keeps hitting that same spot and you moan against his skin desperately as you keep cuming, as he relentlessly fucks you through your orgasm and into his own.

He cums deep, your pussy clenching around him as he pulses and thrusts. Pushing his release further into you.

It takes you both a good few minutes to recover, simply breathing heavily and holding each other tight.

It’s Marc who moves first, nuzzling into you and kissing your forehead. His arms wrapped tightly around you, your combined sweat sticking you to each other.

You press a kiss to his shoulder. “Sorry,” your voice is weak, tired. “You’re probably warm.” Part of you is unsure why that is seemingly your first concern.

Marc smiles. “I’m okay. Jake told us that your body temperature’s a bit higher because of Set.”

You chuckle lightly.

The Hunger had faded back to nothing. Blissful calmness.

“At least we don’t have far to go to clean up.” Marc looked down at you, a large, dopey love sick grin on his face. A look you are very much mirroring with your own expression.

“That’s true… Probably gonna make a mess getting off you though.”

Marc laughs. “Good.” He kisses you lightly, soft and sweet. “I don’t mean to get all, sorry, I mean, if you want this just to be a one time thing, I don’t min-”

“I would prefer it not to be.” You answer a little too quickly.

But Marc’s smile just widens. “Me too.” He hugs you tighter, relaxing into your embrace.

For a moment you both just stay like that, his hands on your back as you run your fingers over his chest and shoulder.

That’s when you catch sight of the bite you’d left on his neck.

Marc feels you grimace. “What is it?”

“I, erm,” you trace the outline and he shivers. “Left a bit of a mark there.”

He chuckles. “Good, maybe you can bite me harder next time.”

“Yeah?”

He hums a yes. “And in more places.

“Oh, I can definitely do that.”

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sgiandubh · 9 months

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Imma need an in-depth breakdown of Puff please! And I’m not being sarcastic either. Puff pre-dates my time in the outlander fandom.

Regards,

Your curious anon.

Dear Puffy Curious Anon,

If my cantankerous boss would have summoned me at 03:03 pm EEST (when your request landed in my inbox), just to tell me "Imma need an in-depth breakdown of the Greek trade unions' position on the current critical understaffing of the HoReCa sector", I would have politely answered "yes, ma'am, when is the deadline". I would have then turned on my heels, rolled my eyes, sworn like a drunk sailor under my breath (fuck my life comes to mind, pardon my French) and quickly be done with it.

You, bless your Anon heart, wrote: "Imma need an in-depth breakdown of Puff, please". Wee difference, Curious Anon: you are not my cantankerous boss. That being said, since the question has been asked by several people in the comment threads of the day's posts, I am gonna give you my two cents on Queen Pufflander, even if you've been around before I even knew this weird place existed. And hopefully put to rest this nonsense forever (wishful thinking, doubt it will happen).

Once upon a time, when S&C's bantering was the plat du jour on Twitter and this fandom a considerably less toxic place, Puff the Magic Dragon of the US East Coast was one of the Queen Bees of Shipperville. Her blog was witty and no-nonsense (if a tad verbose) and, as *urv, she quickly earned her fair share of side performers: Stella and Deep Throat (SOURCES) or the tarot reader(s) immediately come to mind. People loved Puff and that is only fair, to be honest: I bet the farm she was great fun. Little by little, information traded in DMs started to pile up in her famed Vault, from which she was generously sharing, from time to time, sibylline rants ("maybe they did or maybe they didn't, but don't worry, something happened and all shall soon be revealed"). I can critique that forever and a day and tell you that all this sent people's expectations up the roof and beyond, of course. But, again: I was not here. It is unfairly easy to judge all these things with a historian's eye, and people who lived to tell the tale are far more entitled than me to comment their fandom experience, circa 2015.

When the whole Shatner/Watchtower baliverne started (early 2016, if memory serves) things ugly escalated and rather quickly so. People started jumping ship. With McSideburns already in the house (EIFF comes to mind and a certain poignant S&C penguin picture, too), enter Flukenzie Floozy. Thus, after IFH, Puffy decided to pack her crystal ball & tent and move to greener pastures on Wordpress. There, she held court with a keen eye for the Byzantine politicking of this fandom, not unlike what Perfidious Albion did with regard to the Thirteen Rebelling Colonies, after that Boston Tea Party. Her main moments of intersection with the rest of the shipper community are Covfefe Pics (of course) and Remarkable Week-end (of course). With regard to Covfefe, she quickly cried wolf, but by the time Remarkable Week-end happened, she pulled off a mighty witty breakdown of The Nuptial Charade of the Century. Blaze of glory was Quarantein Ha-wa-wee (of course), when she blamed S for all the world's evils and then some more. After that, she concentrated on her Neverending Feud with *urv (a Private Investigator was, at some point, hired and paid for via crowdfunding), which somehow managed to end (nevertheless) with a Report she might or might not have sent to S, "for further consideration".

As all good prophets, Puffy finally went into Occultation circa 2021, not without warning us that she was torn between Gay Sam & SamCait intellectual traditions, with a wee penchant for the first (reason why I completely ditched her peddling, because IYKYK).

I can understand why people might think I could be Puffy. I am, however, very sure about my own identity, whereabouts and creed: to state the opposite would really, really be mental. I fully assumed my responsibility and went ahead to actually prove you, this morning, I wasn't. Reading her rants was useful, but also taxing. I doubt Stella and Deep Throat were anything else but narrative helpers in a sophisticated Greimas actantial model. Something I would never do, for example: I am confident enough not to need any crutches. And I am very, very sorry for this word vomit: it should come, perhaps, as solace its length could never compete with Puff's storytelling marathons.

To wash my sins (not really: because I really love that picture), here's S,C, a penguin and a cakebox (?), at EIFF 2015. This is, you can be certain, the purest thing on this page, Anon:

#Anon

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toweroftickles · 6 months

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Genshin Impact: Quiet in the Library

(Jean/Lisa Tickling Fic)

This was a request for @artistgirl20 that, like always, took longer than anticipated. ^^;

**a crash of thunder, overdramatic violin music** "I surrendered my crown for you, Chien! Everything that was mine, I gave to you!" Antoinette stood on the starboard rail of the mighty ship, tears streaming down her cheeks. The stars cried out to her from above, begging "Jump!" Chien faced her, his black locks slick with ocean spray. Frigid were his wolf-like eyes. "You knew what I was...my responsibilities! My family! My duty to my country surpasses any love I have for man!" Antoinette's lip trembled. "...or woman?" she whispered. Their lips crashed together in a tempest of passion and agony, and the thunderous sea waves, for all their sound and fury and majesty, could only stare with jealous eyes at the rapture before them. Oh, that Antoinette could summon their frigid depths to her and cool her trembling loins! The straps of her blouse unbuckled, seemingly on their own. Her back was against the wall. It was happening. And as Chien reached for her, their eyes magnetically locked, she felt a surge of tender embers stirring in her silken -

"Uh, Jean? What are you doing?"

**cymbal crash**

A startled yelp escaped Jean's mouth. The chair rocked and squeaked beneath her, nearly collapsing onto the floor until steadied at the last second. Who was…?!

…oh. Lisa. Duh.

The snug little cottage of Jean's imagination came crashing down around her ears, and in its place sprung up cool white plaster walls, columns upon columns of endless books, and a chessboard floor. Once again, she was sitting at one of the long tables in the Knights of Favonius Library, her fantasies interrupted by gubernatorial tedium.

After the surprise subsided, pangs of guilt rippled her brow. Her face buried itself in her palm. She was supposed to be out helping the local populace, not goofing around, but preparing everything for the Weinlesefest always tired her out. Too many business owners to corral, too many casks to brew, too many guards to train, too many windowpanes to decorate...

Blessed Barbatos; she could use a coffee.

"Hee-Hee. You look tired. What are you worried about now?"

"Nothing...nothing!" Jean scrambled to conceal the small purple novella in her lap. "Just brushing up on some vineyard history before I....Hey!"

Just like that the book was out of her hands. Lisa playfully yanked it away from her and began to leaf through the pages before she had a chance to object, much to the former's dismay. The cover's title, embossed in silver letters, read Above The Ebbing Waves, and underneath it was a woodcut illustration of two embracing figures on the edge of a cliff. The bookkeeper grinned broadly.

"Why Jean…sitting here with a romance novel instead of performing your knightly duties?! How saucy!” Lisa, hand on her heart, looked as if she might pretend to swoon. "And after all those lectures about my productivity..."

Jean grimaced. Ugh...That gleeful sarcasm was just killing her. She wasn't gonna hear the end of this one for a while. Embarrassed, she watched Lisa's fingertip trace across the book's inner cover, until it found the small ink stamp peeking out from behind the dog-eared pages.

"And wow...I never thought you'd be the type to keep a book checked out late."

That one stung. It was true...Jean had, knowingly and with malice of forethought, broken a rule. The world was officially ending.

"Right, I...I know! I'm sorry, it's not like that!" she broke out into nervous babbles. "You see, I hadn't quite had enough time to reach the ending, and I thought that if I sat in here and finished it quickly then you might..."

The truth was that she simply didn't want to part with the book's sensual, overwritten cheese. But amidst all of that nervous excuse-making, Lisa merely chuckled. It was almost offensive, how nonchalant she was. In fact, Jean wasn't sure what bothered her more...that she was caught reading spicy love stories on the job, or the fact that Lisa didn't seem to care in the slightest about her despicable crime.

The spellcaster leaned forward on the table, right into Jean's face, putting on her most comforting smile.

"Jean...this library is entrusted to me, is it not?"

"Well...yes, of course it is." Their noses were almost touching.

"Mm-hm. And what's my first rule here?"

Jean immediately sat at attention and spoke like a student taking a quiz. "Seventh Edition Rules section 1: Please be quiet in the library."

She looked up, expecting approval, and saw that Lisa was instead rolling her bright green eyes...with a twinkle of playful affection in them, sure, but rolling nonetheless. (Was that a rhetorical question?) Lisa walked around behind her back, her heels slowly clicking on stone floor.

“Noooo…the first rule in my library is: while you're here, you have to relax.”

Black-gloved hands suddenly clasped Jean's shoulders. She let out a soft gasp. A rubbing sensation spread across her back and her neck.

“Oh....Mmf…now, Lisa…”

“Shhhh. Shh. Just relax.”

Jean shuddered. Lisa's hands felt warm and soft as they massaged her tense muscles into butter.

"You're so high-strung. It's cute, but it's not all that good for you."

She couldn't help but smile at the remark. This felt nice; nicer than she wanted to admit. Spindly velvet claws tip-toed their way down her neck as graceful as a ballerina, smoothing over her capelet and up and down her shoulder blades, until at last they came to rest, right on the lip of her collarbone.

Those long nails…the light touch sent an embarrassed quiver down her body, and she exhaled quickly through her nose. Half-shy and half-elated, she took Lisa's hand, holding it at bay.

“Heh…hey, watch your hands; that tickles…” she sighed.

Uh-oh. Her eyes reflexively dilated. As soon as the words slipped out, Jean knew she’d made a mistake. Lisa's flirtatious chuckle pricked her ears. She could feel that evil "Wicked Witch of the West" grin staring down at her.

“Oh REALLY?”

“…No. Lisa, don’t.” Her pretty smile, relaxed for the first time all day, twitched conspicuously in the corners. Jean was giggling already, and no finger-wagging authority could hide it.

“Oh, sweetie, you should NOT have told me that.”

The sound of cracking knuckles rang out. Jean tried to hop up, but before she could stand, ten fingers reached down to her waist, held her still in her chair, and skittered all along her belly.

“Mmfff…Mm Hm-Hm! Hmhm! D-hon't do that!" The blonde knight struggled to keep her lips sealed and barricade the soft, sweet sputters with her hand. She didn't hate being tickled, but in public? This was embarrassing!

"You can't giggle in my library, Jean. Rule number 1, seventh edition." Oh, why did Lisa have to tease her so much?

"Hn-Hee! C-come on, cut it out; someone'll seehee us!"

"Then hush."

Those fingers...they were marching like little soldiers all over her torso. They played the drums down her lats, squeezing and plying so gently between every muscle; even her corset couldn’t protect her. She wriggled in her squeaky chair, desperately hoping that the nearby knight (who was in the midst of perusing a book titled The Handmaiden's Swan, and Other Dirty Jokes Overheard in Djafar Tavern) wouldn't meet her gaze. One girl a few tables down did notice the pair, but then quickly turned away with a playful smile. That was the worst part for Jean. Not the tickling...not the jittery nerves inside her tummy...but the possibility that another Mondstater might see this display of affection.

Gossip, you see, was quite the force of nature in this town.

“Ah Hn-Hn! Hn! It t-hickles!”

“Goodness; you’re even more ticklish than I imagined!”

Wait… ‘imagined?’ Had Lisa thought about this before? No, don’t be silly; she wouldn’t, Jean told herself. Why won’t she stop?!

"Hey...you want to see something fun I can do with my detection magic?"

"Lisa, don't you dahahare..." Jean tittered nervously, her snickers dancing on the end of her tongue. Her words resisted, but her tone, her smile, her eyes...those surrendered.

"Hm-Hm...I can find out exactly where you're most ticklish," Lisa purred. "Right........

.....abooouuuuut......."

"D-hon't; dohohon't..." Jean was about to erupt.

Her ribs...the right side, smack in the middle. The lower left side of her smooth tummy…a soft, squeezable handle just above the hipbone.

“….HERE!”

Both spots felt a sharp pinch. Fingertips dug in and wiggled firmly, kneading into those nerve clusters with skill and aggression, sucking Jean's breath right out of her...

...and that was it. She laughed. She laughed, and no matter how she struggled, she couldn’t stop.

But this was no ordinary tickling. Daggers of crackling static burrowed down through her clothes...Electro magic?!....and kissed her tingly skin in all those innumerable secret places that made her want to squeak. She was lighter than air, practically floating. Her hair stood on end, her arms and legs broke out in chilly goosebumps.

"Ahhh Ha-Ha Ha-Ha Ha-Ha! H-Heh-Heh Ha! *gasp* L-hee...Lisaaaa, Ha-Ha Ha! *gasp* Oh my g-hosh!"

“Oh, here’s a weak spot! And another…and another…”

“Ha-Ha Hee!”

Were any students in the library watching? It no longer mattered. Those thoughts were far away now. All that mattered to Jean was how apple-red her cheeks were glowing, the delirious dreamlike warmth she felt, how much Lisa clearly relished touching her this way, how every playful jab made her want to curl into a little ball on her bedroom floor and yet never escape the arms that nestled her...

She descended from her hazy fog, breathing softly, her cheek flat against the cool wood of the desk. The tickling had stopped, leaving behind little teardrops that hung from her eyelashes and ghostly tingles all over her body.

"Hn......*sigh*....Hn-Hn....Lisa....th-hat's nohot funny...Hn-Hn Hn..."

“Now how does that feel?”

Jean’s pulse steadied. Her breath slowed. She hadn’t noticed at first, but to her surprise, she wasn't worn out. On the contrary: every muscle in her body was alive, coursing with a current of renewed vigor, like pure distilled caffeine had been injected into her bloodstream. Electricity made the hair on the back of her neck buzz.

Better than tea. Better than coffee. Better than…Get your mind out of the gutter, Jean; you’re a knight.

“O-oh....Wow, I…I feel so…energetic!” she gasped.

"Hmm, yes, that's my very special 'Electro-Tickle.' Heh-Heh." Lisa wiggled her fingers devilishly in the air. "Gives you a wonderful little jolt of energy, huh? I just love doing it. You know…some people even seem to really enjoy the process..."

Jean stood and snapped her book shut...uncharacteristically hard.

“Yes, well…*cough* thank you very much for bringing this new skill to my attention. I appreciate the help in getting me back to work. Ahem...Now, um, if you'll excuse me..."

"Hey, wait a minute, where are you...?"

Jean was already halfway across the room and at the front desk. The romance novel clunked inconspicuously into the return drawer. She didn't know why it worked, but her sunny disposition was back. That Lisa...she always knew how to get Jean excited to serve her community again. Just for a brief instant, she looked back.

"See you later tonight?"

Lisa smiled. There's the Jean she knew. "Yep. Tonight."

********

***The Next Day***

Knights of Favonius did not seek vengeance. Such dishonorable behavior was beneath the guardian factions of Mondstadt. But there were limits to chivalry, and surely Grand Master Varka would understand. Just this once.

Lisa was somewhere in the library...the witch had been in absentia all morning, but never strayed far from her den. Jean knew that much for sure. She’d catch that lackadaisical librarian shirking chores again and make her pay. It was justice, after all. Up the stairs she traipsed, creeping like a ninja. Nothing out of the ordinary…not at first. A quick scan of the second floor got no results. But then, behind the shelves and against the wall, something caught her eye. There was a small light glowing from beneath a desk…a candle, most likely. Worth investigating.

There, in a quiet back corner, she finally found Lisa, wedged underneath the table and in the midst of a nap, surrounded by a crude box-fort of novels. The witch's head was propped up on a red leather-bound cooking manual. Not much of a pillow. Her chest moved with gentle, placid breaths. Her wide-brimmed hat lay limp on her forehead.

Jean couldn't believe this - sleeping on the floor now? Really? Slacking off was perhaps Lisa's favorite pastime, but this was a whole new level of frivolity. But this time, Jean wasn’t even frustrated. No, it was the perfect opportunity. And even more perfect: a mango-sized lavender pot resting atop the short bookcase nearby, that she herself had left there a few days earlier. Its bouquet of dandelions had only just begun scattering seeds.

Perfect.

She quickly plucked one of the blooming flowers from the dirt and resumed her stealth mission toward Lisa. The lioness crouched low until she was down on all fours, beneath the long desk, eyes level with her prey...still asleep. Her heart was beating fast. Crawling up to the dozing librarian, her left hand closed slowly around Lisa's stilettos, she pulled, and the high heels slid off with a satisfying shuffling sound.

Lisa's feet, like the rest of her, were long and shapely…at least a size 10, her very high arches accentuated by the sheer pearl-grey nylon sheathes they wore. They were pretty, statuesque even, and it made Jean strangely jealous. (She'd always wanted to gift Lisa a really lovely pair of shoes for her birthday, something that her feet would look nice in, perhaps adorned with some petrified Sumeru roses and lacework etching...but never found the right pair, nor the time to custom-craft them.)

Shoving that thought down inside her for the moment, Jean reached out slowly with her fragile flower…quick, make sure she hasn’t stirred…and let its delicate little filaments brush gently against Lisa’s soles.

Tickle tickle tickle.

"DAH; Hnhn-Hnhn Hnhn!!"

At the softest touch of dandelion fuzz, the sorceress snapped awake with a start, and her knees buckled and pulled sharply into her breasts. Her sudden burst of giggles was smooth and husky, like a rich oaky bourbon, melting in Jean’s ears as a drink on the tongue. Jean struggled to grab Lisa’s ankles and hold them still, but the librarian’s big, ticklish feet were already nestled safe underneath her. She sat up, adjusting her honey-cinnamon curls, and giggled some more.

“Good morning to you too, Jeanie…little bit early for that sort of thing, isn’t it?” Her lips flashed a knowing smile.

“*sigh* Lisa, it’s 2:30 in the afternoon.”

Jean then realized that the dandelion was still in her hand, and quickly blew its seeds to freedom out of the side of her mouth. Lisa brushed her hat aside.

"Heheh...Oops. Let's hope nobody came by to return any books today." Immediately she hopped to her feet, making a stop to grab her discarded heels. “What do you need? Anything I can do to help, I’m there.”

Jean almost laughed. It never ceased to amaze her, how quickly her lazy confidant transformed into a buzzing worker bee whenever she was around.

“Good. I don't want to have to write you up again. Now, if you don't mind, there's something I'd like you to do with me, if you aren't too busy with your beauty sleep."

“Oh! Jean, I'm scandalized....I could never forget about our afternoon tea! You woke me up just in time.”

Jean blushed.

“N-no, that’s not it. But...actually, yes, it is about that time, if you're interested. And you do have a list of duties to perform after that. It’s just…well….you see, I’ve got a very full itinerary for the next few days preparing for the festival. And, um…I'm feeling a little bit drained right now, and…”

The Grand Master looked down at her ivory boots. Why couldn’t she get the words out? It wasn’t that embarrassing; it hadn’t been the day prior. But something was holding her back. Was it weird now? Was she making it weird? Her arm reached out into space, grasping for a distraction…any distraction…and began to fiddle with some of the hardcovers on a nearby shelf. That smug smirk of Lisa's was making her nervous.

“…yes? Heheh. Go on, spit it out.”

Whew. Ok. Here it goes.

“I wanted to ask…

…would you please practice that...'Electro-Tickle' technique again?”

For a second, she was worried at what Lisa would think. And then the giggles started.

"I was hoping you'd ask."

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wh0refornikolailantsov · 1 year

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Prompt: “You’ve never been too much for me.”

Song: Iris - The Goo Goo Dolls

For Tolya x Reader please!!

Saints Or High Water - Tolya x Reader

Yes. Happy to oblige.

Content Warnings: Canon Compliant Threat and Fear Related To Targeted Violence and Execution, Not Beta or Proof Read, Suggestions Of A Difficult Family Life and Upbringing, Anxiety, Self Doubt, Negative Self View And The Terrifying Fear Of Being Known Loved And Seen.

Does it count as hurt/comfort if you're just being mean to yourself until the very kind shapely man tells you you're worth something?

Just another drabble I guess.

There is good and bad in everything, the universe finds a way to create balance. The Small Science is no exception to that rule. Being Grisha is an extraordinary thing, there's deep beauty in the power The Saints give. But that doesn't mean being Grisha is always easy, and those in the parts less forgiving to Grisha, less understanding, less inclined to see gifts as blessings but as signs of witchcraft or sin, this was ever clear. But even the quieter ways, within oneself being Grisha isn't always easy. A talent is a talent for as long as you nurture it, as you learn it, keep it close and well maintained, but these kinds of talents aren't always easy to tether. They try to teach Grisha young for a reason.

You're sitting on the edge of the deck, and it's one of those days, where being so many miles from shore feels like a blessing, because distancing yourself from land makes everything feel less real. On the Volkvolny the ability to practice The Small Science is admired, under the operation of Sturmhond, on this ship with a crew he had collected, it was usually far more easy to forget the harshness that waits on land. But not today.

Today the waves are not big enough to swallow all the feelings that are raging just underneath the surface, keeping you a safe distance from anyone else on the ship. The wind rushing over the sails, and the all the crashing of water against The Wolf could not drown out the thoughts echoing so loudly within your mind, determined to be heard, demanding to be seen. Thoughts that are taking up more space than you ever would dare to take up at all.

A Heartrender like any Corporalki worth their salt as a Grisha would be able to sense the mood from this distance, and almost all would know when sadness runs this deep and this quiet, that nothing would really help, and likely that help would not be welcomed. At sea, it is generally accepted to let people be with their feelings, the ocean more forgiving than the land. More accepting too.

But Tolya Yul Bataar was not just any Heartrender, and you had long come to know that about him. Not only was the strong giant as poetic as he was stoic, which was a lot, but he was also persistent, in that quiet, gentle way that you had come to know. Never had you known a man who's honour was more evident than his strength and yet stood quite as tall and strong as Tolya.

His approach is slow, gentle, arms crossed as he leans into the post, as if he had no other reason to be there. He probably doesn't, but you don't linger on that thought.

"Come to share some poetry have you Tolya?" You ask against the wind. Maybe he won't hear you, and he will leave you to this quiet sadness once more.

"That wasn't my intention but I am happy to oblige," he smiles and for a moment you forget why you wanted to be alone. Tolya has this way with you, of making you forget even if just for small moments just how cruel the world can be.

You glance as he unfolds his arms, to reach for a small book in his pocket, and you have long forsaken asking him how he managed to keep his skin exposed in such cold conditions as you watch some of the salt spray hit his upper arm and he leans away from the waves to shield the book.

"O the opal and the sapphire of that wandering sea,

And the woman riding high above with bright hair fluttering free,

The woman whom I loved so, and who loyally loved me."

You let him read to you a while, as you watch the way the water turns white as it hits the sides of the ship, wondering if the water wants to be different, something else to what it is and that is why it endlessly tries to throw itself against whatever it passes, desiring to be changed by the impact.

"Those are new," you comment after a while and Tolya smiles and it reaches into those golden eyes and you try not to look too closely. Tolya is something else, and you wonder if you would've stayed here on this ship, with this crew for as long as you have had it not been for him. Never had you known anyone like Tolya, and you doubt you would again, and it was with such certainty of that you held onto his presence and his companionship as deeply as you could, while trying to spare him the overwhelming closeness of knowing you.

"As much as I enjoy you indulging me, I sense that maybe it's less about my passion today and more about what you wish not to say," he says.

For all the time, and all the practice, and all the attempts to keep him far enough away that your mistakes could never end up being his burden, he still sees straight through you like you were glass.

"Today I am the ocean, unreadable and entirely too much," you admit.

You feel the warmth of his presence before you notice him moving closer, his shoulder now pressed to yours as he leans forward on the edge of the gunwale.

“You’ve never been too much for me.”

"And I intend to keep it that way," you say without thinking. Tolya is honest, honest and true in a way that makes you want to be so back. Tolya stands so tall and yet does not cast a conceited shadow, his shade is nothing but comforting. A Grisha, a Heartrender, who would rather use the weapons he practiced and learned to fight with than his blessings. Probably because of his faith, but Saints you'd never stopped to ask.

"You cannot be do much for me," he says quietly. You expect a joke to follow, a comment such as 'you've met Tamar,' but in the absence of his twin, Sturmhond or any other member of crew to joke to, his sentiment is more important than the shielding of it.

You remain silent and that tells him exactly what he thought you might say: you do not know me enough to say that.

"I understand why you do this," he says quietly, "after years of being called a monster, it is easy to believe yourself to be one, and it takes much more to undo such damage than it does to create it. But you are not what those for fear you speak you to be."

His kindness always brings a warmth that no fire could ever come close to bringing. You drag your eyes from the waves and he is watching you, gentle and consistent.

/And I don't want the world to see me/

"I do not always feel that I was gifted, not when I was told I was cursed," you admit. "But it is not me that I am quiet for. I am more concerned about those who must be around me. Those who could be hurt by my monster."

"You are no monster," he says, reaching forward and placing his hand over your own. You expect his hand on yours to feel more rough, more calloused, but all you can feel is the softness of his expression and the tenderness of his words, with the grounding weight of all he means to you. /'Cause I don't think that they'd understand/

"And I know I cannot make this storm pass, but I will wait with you, until it does, we can stand here, and we can say nothing," he says. "And we will wait until it passes, and I will stay here, right beside you."

/When everything's made to be broken/

You lean into him and he wraps an arm around your shoulder and holds you close and for a short moment it all goes quiet.

/I just want you to know who I am/

"What if it doesn't pass?"

"It will, but if it doesn't, I will stay right here."

#tolya yul bataar #tolya x reader #tolya #shadow and bone #six of crows #tamar kir bataar #tolya and tamar #nikolai lantsov #no beta we die like matthias

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occasionallyprosie · 3 months

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"Too Much Like Hell"

Link was more well-acquainted with death than anyone else, and it was not because he witnessed it so many times. It was because he experienced it more than any other and he still came back.

Febuwhump 2024 | Alt Prompt 6: Immortality

Read on AO3 Warnings: None (Barely even counts as angst tbh...)

He had been eight and wielding his uncle's blade naturally. He had been trained since he could walk to be a warrior after all. It didn't matter much against the lynels on Death Mountain though, he still was burned alive.

He had been twelve and drained of all life by Onyx. Din had nothing to do with his survival.

He had been fifteen when he drowned.

That was the last time he died.

He was nineteen when he met the heroes of past, adjacent, and future, and he was twenty when he said his goodbyes to them and went back to his era.

He had lost track of his age when he saw them again.

"Hey! Pikango!"

He looked over and saw a large group of warriors--men and boys--approaching his vantage point, one waving at him.

"Ah, Link," he slid his paintbrush behind his ear, "welcome back to Hyrule."

"Back--I'm not even asking how you know," Link laughed.

"Who's this, Champion?" Asked one of the men.

"Oh--This is Pikango, an artist from Kakariko. He's a great artist, better than the vet even!"

"Oh," one of the boys breathed.

'Pikango' met the boy's eyes and he just smiled.

As the heroes chattered and moved to go on, Link waving back at 'Pikango' as they did, the hero in red lingered.

"So old age isn't an option?" He asked. There was a ripple around the other and there stood what had to be a copy of the hero, only in traditional Sheikah garb.

"No," the Sheikah said.

"Goddesses." The Hero of Legend looked exhausted as he raised his eyes to the bright sky. "Why? I don’t want to be immortal."

The Kakariko painter just smiled. "Nobody does. It's a far more terrible fate than any I've seen before… and there is a certain point when they will deem your journey as finished but you'll still be here… just to watch the world go by."

"That sounds like hell."

"It is, in a way, but we're always meeting new people, making new friends, and exploring new lands."

"And watching them die, losing them, and seeing it be destroyed?"

"More often than I'd prefer. Once, Ganondorf came back, and there was no hero. I tried to step up, but they were clear." Two sets of crimson eyes met again. "I'm a story now, little more than a legend, but so long as that story is told I remain and so will you."

"Hey Veteran!" One of the other heroes called back. "Leave the elder alone!"

"Jump off a bridge, Captain!" the hero yelled back. He turned back to the painter. "No rest for the wicked then?"

The painter chuckled. "I'd say that the idiom 'Legends never die' is a tad more accurate."

He hummed, then looked back at the other heroes. "Do you want to talk to them? Drop the illusion?"

"I'll be alright." A ripple accompanied him retaking the form of a Sheikah elder. "It was good enough just to see them again."

The hero nodded before jogging after the group.

"What was that, collector?" Wild asked.

Legend shook his head. "Nothing. Just seeing if art changed over history, Nayru knows I can't talk to any of you about that."

Wild laughed. "Fair enough. Pikango is the best artist in all of Hyrule, no offense. He just is."

"If you say so," Legend hummed.

He glanced back and saw an old wolf joining the painter at the setting sun. The painter pet the old wolf and continued painting the sunset behind Satori Mountain.

"Hey Rancher," he called forward and Twilight looked back. "What's your thoughts on immortality? A blessing or a curse?"

The topic drew the attention of the group, confusing Twilight as well, but he thought about it.

"I don' think I'd like t'a outlive everyone," the rancher decided. "It sounds like an awful thing, t'be honest wit'ya, Vet."

"But you'd live forever!" Wind argued. "What if someday there were ships that could fly without magic?"

"Doubt it," Hyrule teased.

Legend looked up at the colorful sky and could see one of Wild's dragons flying overhead, the electric one. "I agree," he said, partially to Twilight, partially to all of them, and partially to the goddesses who made him. "It sounds just a little too much like hell."

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#linked universe #lu legend #linkeduniverse #legend lu #fanfic #lu wild #lu twilight #immortality #febuwhump 2024 #light angst #at best #does it count as whump?#only if youre empathetic tbh #prosie writes

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juneviews · 7 months

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a ranking & summary of my thoughts on gmmtv 2024 part 1

pluto: this is my everything already. A GL??? with two of my fave actresses film & namtan??? AND a complex, interesting plot??? I'm obsessed already!!! this looks so good I'm so happy it's happening & it will become my whole personality once it airs!!!

the trainee: I genuinely believed, even with the rumors that off, gun, view, kapook & sea would be in a show together, that we wouldn't get an offgun show this year. AND I WAS WRONG!!! is this what it's like to always fucking win??? like genuinely, my ship is THAT ship, I'm so lucky & happy and I love them so much <3

peaceful property on sale: duuuude, this looks so fun??? I was already hooked when I saw new's over the top character, but a ghost haunting show with taynew, jan & mook??? absolutely incredible! this looks ridiculous & I know I'm gonna love every second of it!

my golden blood: bruh, thank goodness I was warned about jossgawin in advance or I might have had a heart attack, but honestly????? THEY ATE THAT! and mond playing the villain????? babe, that casting is incredible & perfect, I'm obsessed!!! I usually don't like supernatural stuff but I was also a teen wolf fan bruh so atp I'm gonna EAT that shit UP!!!

wandee goodday: you might not know it, but I have a super power. every time I start being a fan of someone who hasn't done bl, they do bl the following year. this year it was nonkul, and next year it's gonna be great sapol. AND I LOVE THAT FOR ME!!! this looks really good & fun, the characters are interesting and the story not too crazy or too basic. I can feel that it's gonna be good!

ploy's yearbook: a female-led show & the return of mond as a main??? BLESS!!! I love most of this cast, this looks fun as hell, I adore my gmmtv girlies... gotta watch this for sure! love seeing earth in more roles outside of his ship too!

enigma 2: I still haven't watched season one, am planning on watching it very soon, but I've heard great things so I'll be sure to catch season two as well! especially since I really liked toey jarinporn in the recent lakorn to the moon and back so I'm excited to see how she does!

my precious the series: as you know I've watched the movie in theaters, but I'm excited for it to be out as a series too, especially since there's extra scenes! seems like it might be even more lovable, and also if it's on gmmtv's youtube channel I'll finally be able to gif the iconic scenes :')

high school frenemy: this looks interesting & I like sky, but I feel like the plot doesn't make sense if it's not a love story... idk I feel like since this is adapted from a kdrama it's just gonna be a frustrating story that should be a romance but is reduced to bromance instead... I might still watch though :')

only boo: this looks kinda cute though basic. I don't know both main leads but might watch it.

we are: this has all ships I like, especially marcpawin & aouboom who deserve more spotlight, so I will be watching, but the plot seems really basic so I'm not expecting anything out of this world...

kidnap: this plot seems interesting but the cast isn't so... yeah.

summer night: I was so confused by who is supposed to be with who in the show lol, honestly I was down for dunkphuwin lmao, but this looks too messy for me :')

my love mix-up: I absolutely despise remakes even though I enjoyed kieta hatsukoi & like geminifourth, and although I'm certain this version will fix the chemistry issues of the original, I'm not gonna be watching it.

ossan's love thailand: same thing as for the previous show but even more so bc ossan's love is such a product of its time & shouldn't be remade in 2024 imo...

#axelle rants #gmmtv 2024 #pluto the series #the trainee #the trainee the series #peaceful property on sale the series #my golden blood #wandee goodday #ploy's yearbook #enigma 2 #my precious the series #high school frenemy #only boo #we are the series #kidnap the series #summer night the series #my love mix up #ossan's love thailand

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peachpety · 5 months

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Upon reflecting this past year, I’m reminded of one area as a fandom citizen that i am lacking - reading fic. And so was born an idea to canvas my fandom family and friends to share with me a fic they've written, art they've created, a podfic they've recorded in 2023 of which they are most proud.

This two part 'rec yourself' list is the result.

Part One features Drarry creations (heavily featured since that's my OTP). Part Two (here) includes a kick-ass mix of various HP ships and ships from other fandoms, including Carry On, Check Please!, Good Omens, Teen Wolf, and Stranger Things. Also, and most importantly, each entry presents a smol blurb from the creator about why they chose their particular piece as their 2023 favorite.

For ease in reading, I've also placed all submitted works posted to AO3 into a filterable bookmark collection, Rec Yourself 2023. Be aware that there's a range of ratings and archive/creator tags, so please, take appropriate responsibility for your personal consumption. And please also be sure to shower the creators with kudos and lovely comments.

Y'all. This endeavor has been a fucking blast. One thing's for sure, I am blessed, humbled and honored to know a whole bunch of fantastic, brilliant, fun folks. Big love to you all, and thank you for participating.

So go forth. Indulge and enjoy! xo peach

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✩ @pato-roldnart ✩ Quiet as a mouse HP | Viktor Krum x Ron Weasely | ART | G rating | Unleashed!Fest 2023 I'm quite proud of this one, I don't know how I made it, I had never drawn them before! My mind went full "oh yeah ronvik " Also, I like the idea of them bonding over their pets and Ron seeing that Viktor cares about something else that is not Quidditch.

✩ @tontonguetonks ✩ Coffee and a Croissant HP Next Gen | Scorpius x Albus | 903 FIC | G rating There are parts of myself and my lived experience in every story and character I write—how I socialize, how I take my coffee… I can’t help it. In *Coffee and a Croissant*, I put a lot of myself in my ace and autistic Albus. He is very dear to me in this story, and in my Fizzy Lifting Drinks drabble. The fic is just a toe-dip in the Soulmate waters where Albus grapples with what to do if he is someone’s Soulmate, but they’re not his. Parts 2 and 3 are in the works, but there is no timeline on either of them. Maybe in 2024?

✩ @crazybutgood ✩ I Bloom Pink For You HP | Narcissa Malfoy x Pansy Parkinson | 993 FIC + ORIGAMI COMIC | M rating | HP Bodice Ripper Fest 2023 This whole idea came about because I got so excited to fold a corset for hp bodice ripper fest, realised I couldn't just submit that one thing, and started brainstorming more loose ideas. It all clicked together when I was inspired by a fic by @schmem14, whose writing I adore. I was so grateful and even more excited when Em gave permission to make this. From there started the self-indulgent process of folding fancy things with fancier papers for this origami comic, and I couldn't have done it without Em and my lovely support team.

✩ @seekercass ✩ Something Cosmic HP | Cedric x Draco x Harry | 1.7k FIC | M rating | Polyship Week 2022 A self-rec that I am still extremely proud of is a short fic written for Polyshipping Week 2022 called Something Cosmic. It's a small coda to Something Good to Always Keep, another fic that I wrote for Quidditch Fest 2021 that I cherish very much. Even though writing is still hard for me these days, I often think about this 'verse and what life is like for Harry, Draco and Cedric after they graduated from Oxford. These three and slice of life bring me such joy. I hope to write more of them.

✩ @roseharpermaxwell ✩ Sounds Worth It HP | Hermione x Draco | 5k FIC | T rating | D/Hr Advent 2023 Being nominated for d/hr advent was a sweet surprise. It gave me a good excuse to remember how to write and the nudge I needed to create something this year.

✩ @basicallyahedgehog ✩ (They) Keep Me Warm HP | Hermione x Harry x Ron | 5.8k FIC | E rating | HP Trans Fest 2023 This was my transfest fic - I wrote it as a love letter to all my trans and Enby friends and as a way of processing some of my own feelings. It’s my first (and so far only) foray into poly golden trio and I loved playing with their dynamics with that added layer to their relationship.

✩ @lumosatnight ✩ For I Have Found Salvation HP | Harry x Severus | 7.1k FIC | E rating | Snarry AUctoberfest 2023 Although this is a smut fic at its core, I tried really hard to make the pacing flow, bringing in background characters, and creating memorable imagery. I am very proud of how it turned out. However, this is probably my favorite fic from 2023 simply for the fact that I had the most fun writing it!

✩ @sugareey-makes-stuff ✩ Feel You Breathing Teen Wolf | Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski | 8.4k TEXTING FIC | E rating | 2023 Year of the OTP This is my fav 2023 piece because I learned how to create a custom text message AO3 skin, stylize things for plain text reading, and I wrote a whole story that had some plot that was told through text messages. Also, I did not know I could achieve so much spiciness and throw in so many bad pick-up lines through this medium, but hey, the more you know! XD

✩ @schmem14 ✩ Mastermind HP | Harry x Ron; Draco x Harry; Ron x Draco | 10.7k FIC | E rating | Dronarry Fest 2023 This is one of the few times a story just flew out of me. Possessive stalker Draco sets out to win over Ron in this creepy thriller, but there’s a catch: Ron is already in love with Draco’s boyfriend, Harry.

✩ @drwhoisginnyholmes & @fledglinger ✩ Not Bad, For A 6000 Year Old Classic! Good Omens | Aziraphale x Crowley | 11.8k FIC + ART | E rating | DIWS Reverse! Reverse! Mini Bang

✩ @sniperjade ✩ The Sounds of Us HP Marauders | Regulus x Remus | 20.4k FIC | M rating | Remus Lupin Fest 2023; HPFC Spring Fling 2023 I've been thinking about this for a couple of days and whilst I would really love to say it was the drarry I wrote for this fest last year my favourite would have to be this moonseeker I wrote for Remus Lupin Fest last year. It's my favourite because I lived this fic. It became the entirety of my personality for a whole month because I desperately needed to get to the chapter where Regulus was riding on Padfoots back, through the forbidden forest, with only the light of the full moon to guide them, just to try and help Remus. It's also just because it's very musical and I'm very musical so that makes me love it all the more.

✩ @ghaniblue ✩ Sleeping With Ghosts HP | Regulus x Draco x Harry | 21.9k FIC | M rating | Harry Potter Rare Pair Fest IV I posted a Regulus/Harry/Draco fic last month that I'm very fond of. I started writing it more than 1 1/2 years ago, before I ever read a single Regulus fic. It's triad fic, and I'm pretty proud of the way the individual relationships develop. That was important to me, and I think I succeeded. Posting the first fic on ao3 with this triad tag doesn't hurt either.

✩ @celilasart & @wolfspurr ✩ Shifted Teen Wolf | Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski | 25k FIC + ART | T rating | Sterek Reverse Bang This work was created for sterek reverse bang, a collaboration fest where the artists create first and the writers write second. wolfspurr and I just clicked when we talked about my art and the things that it inspired in their writer brain ;D the result is just an amazingly sweet and wholesome fic, that is still set in the teenwolf universe as we know it. but unlike many other fics which are full of violence and danger, this one starts with a bang and then it is a beautifully woven story of two people who just complete each other. also... the working title for my art was: tiny fox & sour wolf.

✩ @orange-peony ✩ At the speed of light Carry On | Basilton Pitch x Simon Snow | 26.3k FIC | E rating I picked [this fic] because I had a lot of fun writing it! It started off as a drabble and ended up 26k because I just had a blast writing it and the fandom support was so lovely. Last but not least, Pato made an absolutely stunning art piece for this fic, and it was the best present ever.

✩ @wynnyfryd ✩ i don’t know, you figure it out Stranger Things | Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson | 35.4k WIP FIC | E rating bragging about yourself is difficult, but i’ll just say it’s my favorite because i’m proud of myself for sticking to one project for this long, i love all the artwork the fic has inspired, and i just think the line “the river styx must taste like pennies” fucks severely lmao.

✩ @decaflondonfog ✩ growing pains Check Please! | Eric Bittle x Kent Parson | 50k FIC | T rating i am not usually a long fic gal, which i think is in part lack of patience, but also how attached i get to a universe if i’m working on it for a longer period of time. i finished writing this back in june but this fic felt very “me” in many ways and i think about them so often still so it’s definitely my 2023 creation i’m proudest of!

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nobodysdaydreams · 2 months

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@mahpotatoequeen thank you for tagging me!

How many works do you have on AO3? only 11, but I make up for it in word count.

What’s your total AO3 word count? 468,908 words (sorry)

How many fandoms have you written for, and what are they? Only three fandoms. TMBS (show and books, idk if these count as separate) and wolf 359.

Top five fics by kudos:

So...I'm in some pretty small fandoms and only started writing last year so I don't have a lot of high kudos fics. But this is what I got so far:

S.O.S

The Oldest Siblings

Who You Were Meant To Be / Treat Them With(out) Mercy (tied)

It Should Have Been Us

A Joy To Obey

Honorable mention: The highest Wolf 359 fic I have since I only started writing for that fandom like a week ago (it's a nice fic about Renee and Dominik for anyone interested): For Better or For Worse

Do you respond to comments?

Of course! I love hearing from you guys and discuss my work, fandom theories and ideas.

What’s the fic with the angstiest ending you’ve ever written?

My tmbs followers know the answer to that question. Sorry S.O.S. fans (but also: not sorry at all).

Edit: Also, how did I forget, but my tmbs fic The Boys Who Waited, has a super angsty ending. It's one of my lesser known fics, but I do really like how it comes full circle in the end and you don't realize the implications of what's happening until the fic is over.

As for my Wolf 359 fics, I'd say the one with the angstiest ending is my most recent fic about Jacobi dealing with the loss of Kepler. The fic received positive critical review from the esteemed @sophieswundergarten, but the last chapter does end on a slightly ominous note/cliff hanger. Here it is if you want to check it out: The Legacy of the Artist Formerly Known As Warren Kepler (or An Ode to Whiskey Boy)

Do you write crossovers?

Not really. Some of my fics blend the show and book elements of tmbs, or reference the other, but not to the point of what I'd call a "cross over"

Have you ever gotten hate on a fic?

Not on my fics. I think a few times on my blog, but I don't have time to think about or deal with that. I'm also neurodivergent, so sometimes I have trouble knowing whether people are actually insulting me or doing or saying something "as part of a joke". I tend to give people the benefit of the doubt.

Do you write smut?

Nope, it's not for me.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I hope not, and I don't think so. I write for really small fandoms. It would be pretty obvious if someone did.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but @sophieswundergarten recently made a podfic of the first chapter of my fic Who You Were Meant To Be and that made my whole day! 🥰 The link to the podfic is in the chapter notes if you want to listen.

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

I don't do a lot of shipping. I wrote a few things about Renee Minkowski/Dominik Koudelka, but they're married in canon so a lot of that wrote itself. (Works are here if you're interested: For Better or For Worse / The Return of the Blessed)

What’s a WIP that you want to finish, but don’t think you ever will?

All of my SOS sequels. I'm going to try though. We'll see what happens.

What are your writing strengths?

Long fic. I can take an idea and run with it. I'm also good a picking up where I series left things off or when a show gets cancelled and leaves a cliff hanger.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Short fic. I wrote around 7k-8k words for a Wolf 359 fic and someone commented how happy they were that they "finally got a long fic about this". And I was flattered, but like. 7-8k words???? LONG????

...who's gonna tell them?

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fics?

I've only done this a few times. I try my best and do as much research as I can. I want it to be accurate though, so if you're a native speaker, and I got something wrong, feel free to (politely) lmk so I can fix it.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written so far?

For the tmbs fandom S.O.S. since it's what I'm known for, but also Who You Were Meant To Be because I love a good redemption story and I've gonna a lot of really nice feedback on it.

For the Wolf359 fandom, weirdly enough, The Return of the Blessed, which is based on my own unhinged crack theory, but I love writing it.

Tagging: @itsgoghtime @oflightningandstars @myfairkatiecat @mysteriouseggsbenedict @heyitsthatonesmolgay and anyone else who wants to participate!

#Wolf 359 #tmbs #the mysterious benedict society #w359 #mysterious benedict society #ao3 fanfic #wolf359

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nerdy-and-dedicated · 1 year

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Please Say Yes (The Proposal)

This ship leave rent free in my head but I love them too much to kick them out. I appreciate all the love you shown for my other two one shots and hope you love this one just as much. This one is a little longer cause I couldn’t figure out how to end it XD.

Tagging: @thor-is-trans-and-pan-he-told-me @royallydivinelesbian

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Love wasn’t something Death fully understood. It made turned people stupid and always led to heartbreak. Love was uncertain, unpredictable, and cruel. The wolf often witnessed the pain and misery mortals experience when their loved ones die. He was so confused as to why they would put themselves through that. It seemed like a barbaric punishment and one they were willing to suffer through. Death never understood why until he found it himself. He never expected to find love, let alone with the cat he intended to hunt down. What turned out to be a simple job turned into a two and six-month relationship with his target. He loved Puss In Boots with all his heart. Death couldn’t imagine a life without his fearless feline; hopefully, he wouldn’t have to. The wolf wanted the rest of their lives together and beyond. He wanted to travel with their perfect little family and return to their beautiful Spanish home. Death just hoped that everything went according to plan on Puss’ birthday. Goldie and Arthur had planned the celebratory ball for the occasion, ensuring everything was just right. It had to be. Not only did the cat deserve it, but the wolf also planned to propose during the event. Even though he began extremely close to Puss’ friends and family, he was still nervous about getting their blessing. Death wanted reinsurance that he was doing the right thing and had no intentions of taking the fearless hero away from them. Mama Imelda was overjoyed when hearing the news, even more so when the wolf stated he wanted her and the orphans there. The three diablos were even more so, especially when they were officially getting a new parent out of it. Not that it mattered since they already called him Dad.

The only issue that arose from the plan was the engagement ring. Everyone wanted to help out, and it just added stress to the whole ordeal. It wasn’t until he went with Kitty and his future mother-in-law that things seemed to calm down. It took Death four days, but he finally found the perfect ring. It had a silver wrap-around band with a wolf head on one end and the tail on the other. The eyes and the inside of the ears were rubies, making it even more perfect. Now it was just a matter of popping Puss the question. The closer it got, the more nervous Death became, and he could tell Puss suspected something. He attempted to put the beautiful feline at ease, but it didn’t work. Making it harder to keep the proposal a surprise. The wolf always kept the ring on himself, fearing the cat would find it. Then the day finally arrived, and the wolf was a wreck. Especially when waiting for the guest of honour to arrive. He felt like he was suffocating in a black regency tailcoat and downed half a bottle of champagne before Imelda confiscated it.

“Por el amor de Dios, I won’t have you wasted before he arrives.” Imelda scolded

“I’m just nervous…What if he says no?”

“He won’t, Lobo. Puss loves you with all his heart.”

“I don’t even know why most of the time.”

Imelda hit him in the back of the head. “You listen here; there’s no room for such negativity. He will say yes, and the two will have your happy ending.”

“You think so?”

“I know so. He adores you and couldn’t ask for a better son-in-law.”

Death wagged his tail happily. As an immortal, the wolf never had a mother. Sure, he had creators, but that’s precisely what they were. Death never saw them as parental figures, not that they even tried to be. They created him and just left him with no guidance or purpose. The wolf never knew the feeling of motherly love until Puss introduced him to Imelda. She was a compassionate, no-nonsense woman who welcomed him with open arms. She was the mother Death didn’t realise he needed. The wolf hugged Imelda tightly before the trumpets announced Puss’ arrival. He found himself staring in awe at his boyfriend. Puss was dressed in a pastel green poet blouse, beige dress pants and, of course, his signature boots. The cat looked so gorgeous and happy that it made the wolf nervous. Death drifted into the shadows as the party commenced, watching Puss from afar. Whenever the wolf worked up the courage, the cat was dragged away by one of the children or his friends. He was tempted to postpone the proposal when Puss climbed onto the table and kissed him.

“Are you alright, Estimado?”

“Yes, gato. Just didn’t want to interrupt you with your friends.”

“As sweet as that is, I would love to spend some more time with my boyfriend.”

Death smiled nervously at Puss. “Well, if that’s what you want...follow me birthday boy.”

Puss smiled back as the wolf led them to the palace’s rose garden. They sat on a stone bench and looked up at the night sky. This was it; no turning back now. He knew Puss loved him and knew the chances of him saying yes were high. Still, Death’s panic increased. He hated how his anxiety was making him second-guess everything.

“Muerte, talk to me. I’ve never seen you like this.”

The wolf looked at his boyfriend and took his tiny paws in his large ones. He took a few deep breaths, only speaking when his anxiety managed to calm down a little.

“Puss, mi amor. Words can’t express how much I adore you, care about you. You are my everything.”

“Wolfie, where are you going with this? Not that I mind your public declaration.”

“I’m getting there.” Death chuckled. “I love you and our little diablos so much. I can’t imagine my life without you, and I don’t want to. I want to be with you forever, Puss. I want to settle in a cottage and raise our kittens there.”

Puss just stared at him. “Wait, are you…”

Death got down on one knee and put out the ring. “Puss in Boots, will you do me the honour of becoming my husband?”

The wolf watched as the cat broke down. Tears and eyeliner dripped down his face as a large smile formed on the feline’s face. The expression on Puss’ face was all the confirmation Death needed.

“So, is that a yes, Gatitio?”

“YES, MI AMOR!! A MILLION TIMES, YES!!” Puss exclaimed as he snatched the ring and put it on his finger.

Death soon became tearful as he grabbed Puss and spun them around happily. He then pulled the cat close and smothered him in kisses. Looking deeply into Puss’ emerald eyes, Death still couldn’t believe he was engaged to the love of his life. Still couldn’t believe such a heavenly creature would want to be with someone like him.

“This is the best gift ever Muerte. I love it so much.”

“You mean it?”

“Of course!! I got a beautiful ring and a even more beautiful fiance. I couldn’t ask for anything more.”

“That’s all I want to hear. I love you Mi dulce gatito.”

“I love you too Lobo.”

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