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wiz-writes · 10 months

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Magic comes with a price. That is an inevitability every mage has to face. But when you lose your powers in a freak accident, you are certain that the price has been paid in full. You settle down in the peaceful countryside, far away from any conflicts or conspiracies, all the while focusing on your recovery. And for two years, your life is quiet. Until an untimely visit thrusts your fate into a stranger’s hands and you are forced to embark on one last journey to save yourself and your family. Yet the secrets you uncover might very well bring about your downfall, as well as the undoing of everyone in Waledria. The Withering approaches. Will you make it before you lose yourself?

Aesemyr: The Withering (previously named A Rhapsody in Blue) is a fantasy IF game with a focus on story and characters, with some elements of romance and adventure. It’s planned to be a two-part series.

Play as a man, woman or non-binary.

Customise your appearance and shape your personality.

Follow the teachings of a specialised Way and gain access to different skill sets.

Find romance with one of the five ROs; or choose to stay as friends.

Set off on a journey that will bring you closer to the truth about the accident that nearly cost you your life.

Unearth a secret that might mean the end of the kingdom you call home.

Be devoured from within; or fight till the last breath.

Welcome to Lyyra, a kingdom where magic means innovation. As the leading force in the acquisition of Ruun - a natural source of magical energy - Lyyra has thrived for almost a century now. Being the foundation upon which the kingdom continues to build, it comes as a great honour to be born as Ruun-touched. These so-called mages are able to manipulate and shape the magical energies that criss-cross the world around them. You are one such person. Trained by the prestigious Academy, a place of wisdom and learning, you are part of one of many teams tasked with protecting the citizens, as well as Lyyra's interests. However, when you find yourself caught in a devastating explosion, your old life is torn away from you as you are stripped of the very essence of your being - your magic. For two years, you stay in a small town called Helys, focusing on recovery and figuring out your life; that is, until the peace and quiet is interrupted by an unexpected visitor. What follows is a series of events that no one could have predicted. Your life hangs in the balance once more as you struggle on the path you were set upon by others. The secrets that come to light bring nothing but ill tidings, both for yourself and the kingdom; and as tensions rise to a boiling point, you are caught in the middle of it all with only a few trusted allies by your side. However, the worst is yet to come.

DEMO

COG FORUMS | KO-FI

Romance Options

There are altogether 5 ROs so far: one female, one male, two gender-selectable and the last one is unfortunately a bit spoilery ;)

Valia Kainen (F, 28)

You’ve known Valia for more than a decade now. Having met while studying at the Academy, she has always been a quick study and a diligent learner. Hence it is no surprise that she has risen through the ranks to the position of the Academy’s Headmistress at a much younger age than most of her predecessors. This is often attributed to both her exceptional skills and ruthlessness - her cold exterior only adding to her reputation. In spite of all that, she is mainly driven by her love for her friends and family and she makes quick work of anyone who dares hurt them.

While she’s no longer the girl you used to know, some things still remain the same; her dislike of you being one of them.

Appearance: Average height and athletic build. Shorter light brown hair that barely touches her chin. Light green eyes. Permanently set jaw and furrowed brows. A small scar across the left eyebrow. Tanned skin.

Lucenis Yu Jie Veldari (M, 32)

A popular poet and the younger brother of the current king of Lyyra, Lucenis tends to keep his distance from the affairs of the royal court. In the past year, he has seemingly withdrawn from the public eye as well, though that doesn’t appear to dim the love the general populace has for him. He is well-known for his gentle nature, soothing voice and willingness to help those in need - be it an unfortunate soul or a struggling researcher. Throughout the years, numerous rumours have emerged, about both him and his mother; none have ever been proven true.

He is a good friend of your brother and Valia, the three of them often seen together in the city.

Appearance: Tall and lean build. Long dark brown hair that reaches to his mid-back and that usually frames his face as he keeps it loose. Black eyes and warm beige skin with a sickly pallor.

Tevshedi “Tev” Zanue (F/M, 36)

Tev has been a mercenary since a young age. They have travelled around the world in search of work for many years and that has not only hardened them, but also turned them into a fierce warrior. Not too long ago, however, they left that life behind, instead applying for the position of Lucenis’ personal bodyguard. Good humoured and loyal to a fault, they often joke that they are not paid enough for keeping the man safe, especially from himself. But even so, they seem to be enjoying their new life in the royal palace, as adaptability and being able to handle unexpected situations is something they excel at.

Their amiable personality has helped them in establishing various connections among both the common folk and nobility. This has allowed them to build a vast information-gathering network without any interference.

Appearance: On the taller side with a muscular build. Short black hair, coiled. Brown eyes. Dark brown skin. Has a rather nasty scar travelling from their collarbone to their chin.

Cerin Melista (F/M, 25)

Cerin is a part-time librarian in one of the capital’s largest public libraries. At the same time, they are also finishing up their studies to officially become a professor of history at the most prestigious university in Lyyra. They are a passionate collector of ancient tomes and relics, often going to great lengths to acquire them. Despite their popularity among their students, they are usually feared or shunned by the more superstitious folk - their heterochromatic eyes being seen as an ill omen in many places. However, that doesn’t seem to dampen their spirit, their outgoing personality and boundless enthusiasm being the proof of that.

Yet there is an unsettling presence about them, something in the sharpness of their gaze, as if they can see straight into your soul.

Appearance: Average height and slim build. Shoulder-length red hair kept in a messy ponytail. Heterochromatic eyes – one is a striking blue, one hazel. A smattering of freckles across the cheeks. Fair skin.

Other characters & teammates:

MC’s twin brother (28)

Your younger twin brother, by two minutes. Raised by your father, you both joined the Academy at the age of fourteen when your magic manifested. Since then, you started growing apart as you decided to pursue different fields of study. Unlike you, he chose the path of research, rather than combat; he is quite well known in his circles, mainly for his study of Ruun in connection to translocation.

Appearance: Similar to the MC. Short hair, brushing his ears. Very dark circles underneath his eyes. Faint smile lines around his mouth.

Captain Kal Poita (42)

The captain of your team and someone you could always depend on. Your group is like a family to him and he is very protective of you all, even if it doesn’t feel like it sometimes.

Appearance: Average height, broad shouldered. Close-cropped brown hair. Light brown eyes. Tanned skin. Various small scars on his hands and arms, a scar across the corner of his mouth.

Vera Harwe (29)

Charismatic and always up to no good, Vera liked you from the moment she met you. While she regrets choosing this path in her life and often talks about retiring, she would never abandon any of you.

Appearance: Average height, lean build. Short blond hair, falling into her eyes. Light blue eyes. Fair skin.

Ash Riven (30)

Reckless and seemingly without any regard for their own life, the fun-loving Ash participates in most of Vera’s escapades; except for those that involve too many people, as they tend to shy away from larger crowds and strangers.

Appearance: Tall and lanky. Shoulder-length white hair, kept in a ponytail when needed. Stormy grey eyes. Sharp cheekbones. Very pale skin.

Delos Kyysta (29)

Delos, or “Del” as everyone calls him, is the quiet conscience of the group, with a careful and contemplative nature. Often at odds with Vera, he is all but fed up with the shenanigans his teammates think of.

Appearance: Average height, athletic build. Short curly black hair. Dark brown eyes. Olive skin.

#aesemyr: the withering #interactive fiction #interactive story #interactive novel #if #if wip #choice of games #choicescript #cog wip #dashingdon

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bluberimufim · 6 months

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Heads Up 7 Up

I was tagged by @mister-writes for this, so here's some DoS I wrote last night:

[...] A big library would be her best shot at finding answers. But even the library in the town, which she went to every once in a while, was too small for something like that. Her house occupied more space than the entire library. There was only one library she knew that was big enough for something like that: the capital's main library. She'd been there once or twice, many years ago, and she could barely recall what it was like inside, but she remembered that it was huge and that it contained books and documents about any possible subject. At least that's what she'd been told, the last time she'd gone there. It could be a lie or a form of embellishment, but it was her best chance and she didn't want to waste it.

(Forgive the mess, this is a first draft)

So, now, I'd like to tag: @writeblr-of-my-own, @rbbess110, and @sithbelle. Have fun!

#the Struggles of living in a literal village i suppose #help your public libraries kids #this WIP would wither be much shorter or incredibly longer without libraries #writing #writeblr #my wips #heads up seven up #devourer of souls wip #tag game

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toms-cherry-trees · 6 months

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Don't Hold My Hand (I'll Break Your Heart) || Tommy Shelby x Fem OC ~ Ch. 2

Summary: A doctor's visit changes Charlotte's perspective of things, and she begins to worry about her patient

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Talks of medical injury, talks of cuts and headwounds, talk of blood and medical procedures. No beta readig we die like John

Author's note: Once more sorry for the delay but I am writing so many WIPS at the same time things slip through the cracks, but I am really hyped for all the things I have planned

Requested taglist: @call-sign-shark @zablife

《 PREV PART - NEXT PART 》

Steam rose from the kettle’s spout, the high pitched whistle indicating the water had boiled. The teapot had been filled with fragrant tea leaves and two slices of lemon. Sugar and milk side by side in the tray, alongside a plate with homemade biscuits and a platter of elegant tea sandwiches. Two white teacups with golden rims and matching saucers, one of them prefilled with a shot of white rum. Linen napkins embroidered with an S, silverware from Italy and a touch of affection from the hands that prepared the tray.

Charlotte picked it up carefully, carrying it close to her body to bear the weight easier as she took it to Thomas’ rooms, where he currently sat with his main physician for his monthly evaluation. Doctor Foster rarely had anything new to say or any glimmer of hope to offer them; he only came the first week of every month to tell them what they already knew and collect his payment. One of the very few visitors whom Thomas didn’t welcome with a scowl, perhaps because he secretly harboured the hope of one day getting the words that he wanted from the old man.

The scent of fresh flowers accompanied Charlotte as she walked to the second floor. Ever since that conversation with Mrs. Gray, she had redoubled her efforts to brighten up Thomas’ life. Vases with freshly picked flowers decorated various surfaces of the rooms, the bouquets swapped as soon as the first petals began to wither and fall. Every morning she drew back the curtains and opened the windows, to allow sunlight and fresh air inside. She encouraged him to rise from bed at appropriate times, not allowing him to linger between the sheets for days on end. Books, board and card games and even a typewriter had been brought up, in hopes of encouraging him to find anything to keep his mind and day occupied. She hadn’t managed to do something about his hair and beard yet, but she would soon get there.

She pushed the double doors open with her shoulder, the teacups tinkling in their saucers and the tea sloshing slightly. When the doctor came around, he and Thomas met alone behind closed doors, not even his aunt allowed in, although she always received a briefing before handing in the money envelope. Whether the man spoke or not the truth of those sessions to her, one couldn’t know.

Lottie cleared her throat, barely enough of a sound to alert them of her presence as she placed the tea tray on a low table. She tried her hardest not to snoop, but curiosity can be a wild and untameable thing. She looked through her eyelashes towards the bed where Thomas lay, stripped down to his underwear. The doctor held Thomas’ foot in his hand and urged him to push against it as hard as he could. She noticed his hand fisted on the sheets, teeth gritted as he put all his efforts on heeding the simple command. As Thomas looked down at the doctor, his gaze crossed with Charlotte’s. The blue melted to pure ice, and he grabbed the closest thing he had at hand to toss towards her, which happened to be a harmless pillow.

“Out! Out of here! Now!”

She didn’t need to be told twice. Charlotte scurried out of the room and down to the foyer. Mrs. Gray already stood there, nervously drumming her fingers against her arm as she stared out the window. On a side table lay a closed envelope with the doctor’s name scribbled on elegant calligraphy. Charlotte noted it to be slightly thinner than the previous one she had seen, just a couple days after her arrival to Arrow House. Maybe the doctor had lowered his fees for them, or maybe Mrs. Gray had decided he got paid far too much to do nothing except bear bad news.

Both women waited side by side, submerged in their own thoughts each, the silence interrupted only by the ticking of the grandfather clock. Three quarters of an hour had passed when Doctor Foster came down the stairs. He had bread crumbs on his shirt and moustache and a biscuit on hand. For some reason, that ticked Charlotte off.

“Well?” Mrs. Gray asked harshly, also noticing that the man had surely spent more time eating than being helpful to his patient.

The doctor had the decency at least to stuff the biscuit in his pocket and brush off the crumbs before speaking. He stood straight, arms behind his back, a nervous twitch of the lips making his moustache quiver. He appeared to be intimidated by Mrs. Gray, a feeling that Charlotte shared.

“It is all just the same. His legs are weaker than in my last visit and he has started to lose sensitivity in some areas of the soles and calves. I am afraid it’s just a matter of time before he can no longer leave the chair, not even with the cane”

The news settled in the bottom of Charlotte’s stomach like a chunk of ice. They knew, all of them, the severity of Thomas’ lesions, and the limited prospects he had of recovery. But they thought, his aunt most of all, that they had more time before the inevitable. A few more years before he became completely and irremediably wheelchair bound and maybe worse than that. Charlotte knew all too well what sort of future would await then; bed sores, loss of muscle, infections. A lifespan cut in half.

And if she had come to learn something about Thomas during her time working there, he wouldn’t stand to live needing assistance to take a piss.

Mrs. Gray’s lips tightened into a line, eyes narrowing just enough to seem darker than usual. She put her hand on Doctor Foster’s bicep,the wool of his sweater straining a bit under the strength of her grip. The man didn't show it in his face, but that surely hurt.

“May we have a word, you and I?” Her tone sounded more like a demand than a petition, as she led the doctor towards her private studio. Charlotte waited until they disappeared from sight to release a shaky breath. She steadied herself for whatever hellstorm would rain upon her and headed upstairs slowly. But halfway up, a loud crash cut through the silence, accompanied by the sounds of broken glass and muffled words that could only be curses of the thickest calibre. She picked up her skirts and broke into a sprint.

“Thomas?!” She called out as soon as she crossed the doors.

Thomas laid on the floor amidst broken porcelain and bits of food. The tea table had been flipped over, as had the delicately prepared tea tray. His wheelchair remained by the bed several feet away, with his cane carefully propped against it. Judging by the way everything lay on the floor, Thomas had tried to leave the room alone and unaided.

“Christ in Heaven what happened here?”

Charlotte rushed to his side, her keen eye immediately noticing the myriad of minuscule wounds in his hand and face from the tiny shards, along a more concerning cut on his temple from the table corner. She tried to help him sit up, but Thomas only smacked her hand away

“Leave me, I can do it. I can do it!” He growled, fighting her off like a child refusing to put on a coat in winter, or rejecting having dirt wiped from his cheek. Groaning due to the effort he rolled onto his back, but he had not enough strength to sit up without laying his wounded hands on the floor.

She paid no heed to his stubbornness and instead hooked her arms under his armpits, putting all her strength into dragging him away from the dangerous mess before he could injure himself further. She grunted with every pull, managing to move him only a few inches at a time, her muscles straining against the dead weight.

“Do you think I am a sack of shit to be dragged around?” Thomas hissed, but at least he had stopped thrashing about like a fish out of water.

“For fuck’s sake you are as heavy as you are obtuse” She retorted back, clearly not caring about the properties of their caregiver-patient relationship in that moment. At least not enough to watch her language. She only cared about somehow putting him back on the wheelchair and assessing the damage.

It took her no small amount of physical strength and skill to get Thomas back onto his chair, even with him doing what little effort he could pushing with his legs against the floor. By the time she had managed to prop him back into place, a thin layer of sweat pearled her forehead, and she felt the dampness of her skin under the thick fabrics of her uniform. She hastily wiped her brow with her sleeve, all her attention focused on the bleeding wound on his temple. The crimson stained the left side of his face and neck and soaked the fabric of his shirt and waistcoat. Charlotte pulled off her white oversleeves to use them to stem the bleeding, but as expected he rose to battle the second she tried to touch him.

“I said don’t fucking touch me. Get away. Get away!” He barked the last words, his hands slapping hers away repeatedly. It would have been comical if it had not been so irritant. But Charlotte finally snapped, her never ending patience finally fading into naught as the blood continued to pour and her patient continued to fight. At last, she got hold of Thomas’ wrists and forced his hands to the sides, her grip firm but not painful. She leaned in, their faces closer than they had ever been before.

“I am going to take a look at those cuts whether you approve or not. So I suggest you make both of our lives easier and stop being so difficult” Her tone rose steadily with each word, surprising even herself. She had never spoken to another person, let alone a patient, that way. But Mr. Shelby had effectively exhausted all her reserves of compassion and in that very moment, with him wounded and pricked with glass, Charlotte couldn’t find it in herself to coddle him. In that moment he didn’t need her kindness, he needed the firmness and determination of a war nurse.

And Thomas seemed to know it too, deep down. For he fell silent the second her words rang through the air, eyes widened and lips parted, shocked to have someone speak to him that way. Slowly, like admitting defeat, he placed his hands on his lap, fingers digging tightly on the fabric of his trousers. He evaded Charlotte’s eyes as she took a seat by his side, having grabbed a small first aid kit she kept in hand.

It seemed that Thomas Shelby couldn’t stand up to a woman who spoke louder than him.

While he held the rolled up fabric to his knocked temple, she took hold of his left hand and held it up to the sunlight. With a pair of alcohol soaked tweezers she began the delicate process of pulling the tiny shards off. Every now and then he hissed in pain and tried to pull away, but it took only a sharp look and a tightening of her grip on him to put him back on track. The pieces of porcelain tinkled on the lid of the first aid kit balancing on her knees as she dropped them, one by one. When she finished she pressed an alcohol soaked rag to his hand, forcing his fingers to curl around it. Thomas’ jaw clenched, but he refused to display any sign of pain besides the flaring of his nostrils.

Charlotte inspected the cut on his head next, her eyebrows furrowing in concentration as she pushed aside the blood matted hair, her face so close to him her breath fanned over his face. That close she noticed even his hair smelled of cigarettes, since he refused every effort of her or anyone to help him wash.

"The cut is not deep enough to require stitching but I will have to bandage it"

Tommy snorted "I am not going to let you wrap me up like a fucking mummy"

Charlotte rolled her eyes "Mummies have their mouths wrapped shut. I cannot afford that luxury with you" She quipped, gently dabbing at the wound with a wet gauze, being as careful as she could to spare Thomas further discomfort. But that wouldn't save him from her stern words now that they had been allowed to emerge. Gentleness had proved ineffective against him, so now Charlotte had to retort to cockiness, a quality of hers she had kept buried for being ‘unbecoming’ but which now would prove useful to crack Thomas’ stone walls.

“Deep breath” She instructed, pressing the alcohol soaked cloth to his temple. Thomas bucked like a startled horse, nails digging on the armrest of the chair and teeth gritted, his head instinctively trying to escape the sharp burning, but forced to remain still by Charlotte’s firm hold. She held him against her body in an almost maternal gesture until the pain faded into a manageable sting and he relaxed his muscles and stopped huffing.

“Are you always this much of a brute with your patients?” He asked in between heavy breaths, although his tone had dropped some of the usual sharpness in favour of something akin to amusement. As if he saw something in Charlotte that sparked his interest.

“Only with those who deserve it” The diverted smirk made it to her lips without permission. A faint hint of pride rose upon her chest, for the very first time she had managed to make Thomas comply, even if it took a head wound and raising her voice to do so. The first step had been taken for him to finally see her as an aid and not a threat or a nuisance. And Charlotte couldn’t wait to take the next.

After she bandaged his head, having added in between a teasing comment of how things would have been much easier if he didn’t sport the haircut of a caveman, she set up to put the room back in order. The maid brought her the broom and dustpan, but Charlotte took it upon herself to clean up, knowing he wouldn’t take kindly to having others in the room while he changed out of his blood soaked upper clothes. While she swept crumbs and pieces of porcelain, the little bug of curiosity nagged at the back of her mind.

“I take it the doctor didn’t bring the news you expected” She often spoke to him, perfectly aware he wouldn’t reply, but she did it nevertheless. She always talked to her patients back in the ward, even if they couldn’t hear her or talk back. Giving them the reassurance that they had someone at their side looking after them, even if they couldn’t see her.

Much to her surprise, however, this time the patient spoke back.

“He knows nothing, that man. I pay that man to heal me and all he does is come into me house, eat the fucking food and flirt with the maids” He pulled out a cigarette, rubbing it against his lips twice before lighting it with a black and golden lighter “He’s not coming here again”

Lottie refrained from rolling her eyes “He has been looking after you for years. Ever since you were injured during the war. He knows you better than anyone else Thomas. He is only trying to help you” As I do, she added in her mind.

“And what a great help he has been, eh?” He drummed his fingers against his thigh to emphasise his words, his piercing eyes following Charlotte’s every movement as she rolled the heavy and soiled carpet to put it aside and set the table back in place.

“I know this concept may seem foreign to you, but I beg you to show some basic kindness to the new doctor when he comes next week. I am sure Mrs. Gray had the best intentions when she asked him here and-”

He cut her words with a single statement that completely flipped her “Oh she didn’t call him here. I did”

Charlotte felt compelled to clean her ears and ask him to repeat himself in case she had heard wrong. He? Thomas himself had called a doctor to help him? It made no sense, for the man who rejected most fervently to be helped, to ask for help of his own free will.

He picked up the astonishment in her widened eyes and continued on without having to be pressed further.

“He’s been working with many veterans after the war. He seeks them to try on his new treatments. Treatments he devises himself” He snuffed his cigarette in one of her pretty vases before tossing the stub inside, letting it float around the fresh daisies Charlotte had brought that morning “He says he’s made them walk again”

A mixture of feelings flooded Charlotte, all at the same time and with such intensity she couldn’t focus on only one. Once more she had to fight back the pity, but it couldn’t be helped. How could she not feel sorry for that man who clung to the first ‘medical miracle’ that crossed his path in hopes of restoring what war had cruelly taken from him? She had seen it before, men who drank questionable syrups and tinctures, swallowed handfuls of nameless poisonous pills and subjected themselves to the most horrid types of torture medicine could invent in hopes of regaining some semblance of a past long lost.

Close second in her heart came suspicion. Thomas had mentioned that this man, this doctor whoever he was, sought the veterans himself. Which meant he utilised less than orthodox methods to retrieve confidential medical records from private practitioners and maybe even from the war offices. And those treatments created by himself? It screamed charlatan all over, a trickster who exploited desperate men and robbed them of all their life savings and more just to give them reused saline in clean vials and sugar pills in medicine bottles with handwritten labels.

Charlotte couldn’t comprehend how a man like him, so careful and methodical, a man whom everyone regarded as possessing an incomparable sharpness of mind and an overflowing resourcefulness; the man who had Birminghan quaking in their boots at the mention of his name, could be fooled by false promises of medical prowesses that smelled rotten from a mile away?

She swallowed, trying to find how to best bring up her concerns without making it sound like a direct attack on Thomas' judgement. Lottie sat on the edge of an armchair, her hands folded in her lap, fingers intertwined as she pondered her words.

“Thomas” She rubbed her thumb and index together, a nervous tic of hers that nothing had managed to suppress “Doctor Foster has been seeing you for years now, and he has not once changed his prognosis. Don’t you find it a bit suspicious that a new doctor just comes to you and offers you a miracle?” She watched him carefully, her head slightly tilted to the left, studying his expressions. He grabbed a new cigarette, gently tapping it against the box as he spoke.

“Doctor Foster is old and behind the times. Did you know he was the last man in Birmingham to have electricity in his house?” He sighed and scratched his brow with his thumb, pushing the edge of the bandage out of the way “He thought the toxic fumes would poison him in his sleep”

Lottie snorted. She failed to understand how a man scared of electricity gave credit to this new physician. “Okay, I understand it. Doctor Foster is afraid of progress, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t good at what he does” Charlotte wondered if her reasoning would find home in his brain or if she just wasted saliva talking to the walls “But this man? Thomas, don’t you find it at least a bit suspicious? Did you even question him on where he got your medical file from?” Nothing made sense, that after they checked her background before even summoning her for a mere interview, they didn’t hold the same standard to the man who would be juggling Thomas’ health in his hands.

He didn’t acknowledge her concerns, obviously. In fact, he seemed to not have heard them at all. He turned his wheelchair towards the double doors, the sunrays warming his skin as he closed his eyes, dried up blood still glued to the side of his face and clinging to his beard. He brought up the cigarette to his mouth but never made it quite there, hovering just an inch away from his lips as he stared out towards the vast woods.

“The doctors make progress every day. They create new medicines, new treatments, they heal more and more people every day. If one doesn’t help you go to another, and another, and another until one does what others can’t” As Charlotte approached him slowly, she noticed he had a sort of dreamy look in his eyes, and for a moment she worried he had gone too hard on his nighttime visit to the morphine bottle. But the dazed gaze didn’t come from opioids. It came from hope. Endless, boundless, foolish hope.

And it worried her to no end.

Charlotte crouched next to Thomas slowly, her hand coming to rest in the crook of his elbow. Surprisingly, he didn’t shake her away; perhaps he didn’t even notice her at all, lost for a moment in a daydream of miracles and a bright future.

“Thomas” Soft words, pleading even, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt “Think this through, think carefully. If something sounds too good to be true, then it is too good to be true. If this physician is such an eminence, then why is he not sharing his discoveries in the Medical Society of London, or being named director of a large hospital? Why is he not speaking before the King and being put in the list of honours of the year? Why is he seeking his patients instead of them flocking to him?” She shook his arm, hoping to shake his senses too “This is a scam, Thomas. He is a liar. I am sorry, but you will not get better, and you know it Thomas”

Those last words hit the sensible fibre in him. He shook Charlotte off with such roughness she lost her balance and toppled back, landing on her ass on the floor. The dreaminess had cleared from his eyes, swapped back to his usual coldness and the everlasting hint of anger, anger at the world and destiny and everything and everyone that had led him to that state.

Thomas pushed open the double glass doors with his fingers and rolled his wheelchair forward. The sun framed him, making him seem like a shadow stepped out of golden light. He lit the cigarette at last, puffing out the smoke in rings. He leaned back his head, as if relaxing to take a nap, but his eyes remained open, focused on the clear skies. He spoke the next words softly, but they resounded loud and clear for Charlotte.

“I will walk again. I know I will” A long drag of the cigarette “And if I don’t, then there is nothing left for me in this life”

#marsie writes #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby x you #tommy shelby x oc #tommy shelby x fem oc #tommy shelby fanfic #tommy shelby series #tommy shelby one shot #charlotte tindall #female oc #tommy shelby #thomas shelby #peaky blinders #don't hold my hand (i'll break your heart)

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gummybearzgocrazyagain · 6 months

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kinn/porsche fic rec vol. 2

Futuristic/Space AU

All That Just For a License? by @nuwildcat [daaaaaaaaamn son the squeals of utter delight i have produced while reading this...????? numerous. porsche and chay are bounty hunters, picking off criminals and delivering them to the waiting, and most importantly, well-paying hands. this next job must be nothing out of ordinary, the guy looks dirty and worn-out, and porsche knows this next part by heart... or is he. if i told you it was extremely delicious and entertaining read, it would still be an understatement. so so so so so many compliments and kudos]

Clandestine by @aheartfeltlie [in somewhat cyber-punk-ish future, that includes flying cars and chip-implanted eyes, porsche is equally “eat the rich, and not a good kind, especially if it is kinn fucking theerapanyakul” in real life, and “eat the rich, definitely a good kind” in the all-immersive world of Clandestine, game to rival all others. awesome variation on enemies-to-lovers, tis a rec]

a/b/o + college

And They Were Roommates by @tessalane [aaaaaaaa, obsessed with this one, the absolute perfect mix of softness and horniness of enemies-to-lovers a/b/o college roommates AU, tropes that has been used to death, and yet somehow never get old in the right hands, and does this author have the rightest hands for it, bless up. can’t rec this enough]

Alpha’s bid by @paulalestat-blog [fresh premise of the futuristic set-up: with time due to the virus, omega population withered to near extinction, and each omega is valued and sought after. an agency kinn goes to provides match-making services, where omegas are shown alpha’s profiles, and then are free to choose any alpha they deem pleasing or fit, and alpha can not back out. you know what happens next. and yes, kinn is a uni teacher in this one...? go figure. still a wip, and a very good one at that]

Vamp AU

Smoke and Raindrops by @nuwildcat [*fanning herself* thank you, dear author, it was delicious. it is beyond me why vampire!kinn is not a huge deal in this fandom, all the signs are right there - paleness, piercing gaze, power, audacity, stature, daddy issues, etc etc, one would expect the tag to be flooded and yet, good vamp!kp fic is scarce, which makes this even more precious: traditional back alley meeting, werewolf!porsche, canon levels of horniness, delightfully wrapped in author’s eloquent style. so many kudosssssssssssss]

after dark by @foreigncars [i...am not exactly sure what i think of this one yet, some of the plot points seemed... tad abrupt, but hey, it’s a vamp!kinn, can’t be too choosy when it comes to the vamp trope, in this house we appreciate them all]

Spy/Assassin AU

Worthy of Love and Loyalty by @rebellconquerer [what.what.what.what the FCUK was that i am wheezing, the fuckkkkkk dear author, how DARE YOU, the audacity....??? i mean, are there even words//// i am so in luv with this thang, it’s not even funny, my long-running partiality towards this trope is back with the vengeance it seems. theerapanyakuls have an intelligence agency, porsche is taken in by force and made to train, yada-yada, if you have not read this yet, i am so fucking envious you have no idea. this fucking fic <3]

two shots by @martynaxao3 [yassssss slay assassin!porsche, who could resist such temptation. this thing has it all, plot, twists, lust, great pacing, excellent style, huge rec, no notes]

Historic/fantasy AU

putting a harried love letter into a red mailbox by @captainkit [like this author and their unhurried, sensual style. in this au, porsche is a temple khon dancer in a capital that kinn is currently laying a siege to. not a MS crossover though, still a kp historic au. although the story is centred around kp, vp and kimchay have their own prominent parts, and there is plot, for real. wip, but enough has been written by now]

what a tangled web we weave by @fairhairedkings [has this author ever disappointed, duhhhhh, ain’t never a miss with them: scheherazade au i am sure everyone follows already, so this rec is more of an homage to the beloved author. i for once, can never have enough of “forced marriage resulting in smitten kinn” trope, can anyone, especially so well written one. all the possible kudos, as usual]

with the subcategory of warprize!porsche

How I Know You by @nuwildcat and A thousand jasmine blossoms bloom by @iffervescent [another trope kp dynamic seems especially suited for, imho, executed soooooooo beautifully by this fandom. hands down both are such amazing works, no notes, all the possible kudos and eternal gratitude to the authors, i was saaaaaaat 🙌]

Hybrid AU

Feline Purrsuasion by @wiccawrites [based on this idea, the piece is highly entertaining and very-well executed. porsche is a brat even in feline form, and kinn is struggling to retain his sanity. the fact that the idea was born before woody on stage, is... inchresting. bravo author, big time rec]

Magic AU

Like water by @deliciousblizzardshark [ouccccccchhhhh, that capital H hurted. brilliant, brilliant writing, how have i missed this gem from the author of one of my fav pieces. in a world where you can tattoo magic symbols on one’s skin, obedience is one of the most logical ones to tattoo on your new bodyguard, isn’t it though... it is for kp to find out. damnnnnnnnnnnnnn it was painfully beautiful and so absolutely worth a read. thank you dearest author, what a fucking masterpiece <3]

The Empty Crown by @rainbowcolored7 [such a great world-building, and the lore is superb: kittisawasds are from the fire clan that can command phoenixes, and theerapanyakuls are the water clan that are connected to dragons. when their clan’s capital is destroyed, lil porsche and chay are forced to run and hide, and spend their lives in fear of their true lineage being discovered. they are minding they own business leading ordinary folk lives, all until an idiot falls down a hill and hurts himself right in front of unsuspecting porsche, who was just trying to fish in peace. suuuuuuch a lovely read, so pleasantly paced, it keeps you fully immersed and invested, not to mention, the chemistry between the poor conflicted porsche and the injured idiot is 👌👌👌]

sex on fire by @cherry_apples22 [it’s pretty much like if My Type by Saweetie was a fic, i dunno what else to add: since he found out he was a phoenix, porsche is unable to get laid, cause his flames would hurt any other living creature. well, almost any other, there are dragons, for instance... who do not get affected by phoenix fire, right... his own lil bro is even dating one... how hard can it be to meet one for himself? p.s. and if there are but hints of monsterfucking? don’t mind if i do 🙆‍♀️]

green isle in the sea, love (a fountain and a shrine) by @anakinn [i am quite frankly speechless sitting here with my eyes like 👀 didn’t know this was a thing...? until it absolutely became a thing....? in a nutshell, porsche spills some oils in some random shrine they’ve stumbled upon while on a recon mission, some deity felt slighted, and now there are two kinns...? i ain’t gonna say no’ mo’, you ought to read this for yourselves bruv]

Alternative meeting

stripper for one night by @martynaxao3 [yasssss, thank you, tay for the win againnnnn, it’s kinn’s bday, and they are celebrating at some hole in the wall place they just chose at random, and the bartender working there keeps being rude to the birthday boi, or is he.... super fun and super hot, author deserves all the praise, as always, much luv]

Tiger bite by @Verbana [after the death of their father and husband, namphueng, little porsche and babie chay are brought to stay at the theerapanyakul household, to be brought up along with their cousins kim, khun, and anakinn. understandably, the angst ensues. if i knew any words prior to reading this, they’re all gone by now. immaculate, immaculate vibe. adore this type of stories to death, the longing, helplessness, the despair of it all.. omg.]

Fake dating

Situationship by @vcrses [no, you don’t get it, when i say i am in luv with this fic <33333333 the author is so effortlessly funny, made me cackle multiple times, such a light and enjoyable read <33333 it is some sort of AU within an AU, as the characters we know have different backgrounds/circumstances, for instance, tankhun is not agoraphobic in this, and even some places named differently, but it doesn’t take away from the experience at all, quite the opposite, comes off as refreshing; the story overall is a perfect perfect embodiment of the trope, these versions of kp are so loveable, i am smooching this author’s face with abandon]

Accidental babie acquisition

Dropping a baby off at a mafia compound is a good idea, right? by @lalala53 [it is actually exactly what the title says, short and sweet read, couldn’t pass over the opportunity to rec, luv the trope]

Various in-universe AUs // Canon divergence

Burn Your Name Into My Skin by @everyforkedroad [omg omg omg unexpected but damn pleasant surprise of sub!kinn wrapped into minor fam!bodyguard porsche and general star crossed lovers trope. it was such an entertaining and captivating read: they meet at a sex club, porsche is on a mission for vegas, his boss (i know, just typing this out is something else), and kinn is unsurprisingly hooked. huge rec, thank you author]

take this life and hold it by the hand by @p1n3appl3p3n [if i tell you i was vibrating out of my fucking skin reading this. shaking crying throwing up with giddiness and squealing like a new-born piglet. have seen this rec so many times in people’s bookmarks, and that single goddamn “mpreg” word has deterred me every time. how could have i been so foolish. one of the best fucking things i’ve read lately was hiding in plain sight this whole time. yes, mpreg, but who gives a fuck, if in return you get this..? reconciliation trope of your dreams. i am on my knees for this fic. p.s. i conveniently have an existing h/c for the twins, which despite the fact that canon pair is a boi/gurl set, is still my ironclad image for them, cause have one look at them and tell me these don’t look like porsche’s children]

[N] Let the fire breathe me back to life by @Zeronay [beautiful mess of two besotted idiots going on a mission underprepared and taking a bullet each. short and lovely read]

Mutatis Mutandis by @zipperbiter [daaaaaamn that was <3333 during one of the quiet uneventful family breakfasts tankhun suddenly realizes that a little chaos never killed nobody, and decides to stir these calm waters up a bit by posing quite an interesting question. the bouts of... scientific experimentation... that ensue in order to conclude the experiment, are both extremely skilfully written, and entertaining to boot. very much a rec]

Wicked Game by @Acearcy01 [set in canon and divergent after ep4, someone keeps making attempts on kinn’s life, and he suggests an agreement: porsche will stay for 60 days to try and figure out who is after kinn, in exchange for his complete freedom afterwards. porsche agrees and starts counting the days. he can’t wait to leave this hellhole behind.... right?. there is something about this story.... really liked it, give it a try, if you haven’t read it already]

Burnished night, blood-soaked stars by @The_Old_Astronomer [absolutely lovely and touching missing/alternative scene between kinn getting shot and waking up at the hospital wing, feelings realization, and a bit of a porsche/big reluctant understanding]

quis custodiet ipsos custode by @concernedlily [gosh i luv this author’s style, am sure everyone has already read this, the piece ain’t new, i just... there can never be enough kp desperate for each other’s safety, not in my world]

two hungers are in me, and they drive me forward. i was born to starve by @captainkit [porsche-centric and bitter-sweet, it is painful to get through in places, but porsche is lovely, earnest, bratty, and plenty sad in this. not to mention, hungry throughout. read when in melancholic mood p.s. ngl, the bit where kinn takes him to a cafe for his bday, and there is no cake, made me cry a lil. p.p.s also author compares kinn’s ep 3 dancing to a “drunk uncle at a wedding”, and i’ve literally never have read anything more accurately hilarious]

Outsider perspective

innocent bystanders by @BeStillMySlashyheart [super-entertaining drabble set in AU where kp not only do not hide, but rather flaunt there new relationship in the compound inhabitants’ faces, and porsche’s poor colleagues have to witness their comrade enjoying his honeymoon phase with their own boss in front of their own bleeding eyes. i cackled, tis a rec]

Horror

A Curious Cat by @The_Consulting_Werewolf [whatttttttt...? *just sits there with her jaw slack and mouth slightly open* what exactly.... has transpired here? you know what i ain’t even gonna say nuthin just go read it for yourselves]

Non-mafia AUs

Twelve, Twenty, Almost Thirty by @just2wings [ooohhh no no nooooope sir, nuh-huh, who gave you the right to hit me with all them feels on this fine tuesday evening completely unprovoked....? hell to the no, i demand reparations, wasn’t sufficiently warned about my insides turning all gooey after reading this, the longing, the looooooongiiiiiiingggggggg <333333 ahem, rant over, to the plot: non-mafia AU in which they have actually met once during the childhood, once in college, and now again as adults. and if you haven’t read it yet, you’re missing out big time. i cried]

Punch at First Sight by @Sandee Sing [yaaaaaay, what a ride, such an entertaining AU, porsche is a bar owner, and theerapanyakuls are business moguls. porsche is visiting the mansion on korn’s invitation, when kinn sees him and understandably? mistakes him for a stripper hired by tay as a gift. it spins out from there. i reeeeeeally liked it, absolute rec]

Hot wheels by @tiredfairycake [disabled!porsche in da house, very cute drabble: kinn is stopped in the middle of his early morning stroll through the park by a weirdo chilling on the bench asking to be helped home. kinn is whipped in every universe, which is no surprise to any of us, super sweet read]

Crack

five things gay by @martynaxao3 [if this is crack, then i never want to read anything that is not crack again, love the author, never a miss with them, including this gem: porsche decides to make it his mission to help his confused, lonely boss to figure out his sexuality... the boss, as the whipped idiot that he is, goes along with the plan. entertaining, funny and super hot. much kudosssssss]

#kinnporsche #kinn/porsche #kinnporsche fic rec #kinnporsche fic

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dragonagitator · 6 months

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Gale Dekarios / Modern Girl in Faerun BG3 fanfic snippets & ideas

I've begun writing my very first fanfic, a "Modern Girl in Faerun" author self-insert for Baldur's Gate 3 in the tradition of the "Modern Girl of Thedas" fanfics for Dragon Age.

Premise: A woman who has played a lot of BG3 is transported to the world of BG3, where she uses her foreknowledge of events to pretty much obliterate canon. End game is Gale/MGIF romance, but at an even slower burn than in canon because he thinks she's batshit crazy.

It'll be a very long while before I'll be ready to begin posting chapters on AO3 because I'm writing the scenes out of order whenever inspiration strikes instead of chronologically. But I've been posting occasional snippets and ideas to Tumblr as I go, so here's a pinned post where I'll add links to that stuff in case someone wants to read a bunch of disjointed crap from a WIP.

Criticism is very welcome! I've never written a fanfic before so I fully expect it to be terrible, and I'd much appreciate any feedback that would help make it less terrible before the final draft goes up on AO3.

Scenes & Dialogue Snippets:

Is the somatic component an erection?

Um... what language is that?

200 gold, same as in town

How can you have the word ‘lesbian’ with no Lesbos and no Sappho?

Make. Me. A. Better. Offer.

Should I be jealous of Withers, Gale? I know he's your type.

The Book of Erotic Fantasy

Plot Ideas:

Fucked-up idea for why Gale has abs

I just wanted to fuck a hot wizard but now I have homework

Timeline of major events during Gale Dekarios's lifetime

Gale's and Tara's search for a cure to his condition was a race against time for them both

Gale was picked up in Yartar while headed north to die

The lack of Gale Dekarios / Modern Girl in Faerun author self-insert fanfics is killing me

The nautiloid could have plausibly realm-jumped to Earth

Soulless by Toril standards

Wizard of Waterdeep, meet Wizard of Excel!

Astarion is the only companion who immediately believes the MGIF

Traded My Spoons For Knives

Teamwork makes dream work, and my author self-insert dreams of taking a bath

There's only one God you should be worshipping, his name is Ed Greenwood

I'll be asking Withers to respec me from Accountant to Sorcerer at the earliest opportunity

Crippling existential crisis

I am receiving the Shovel Talk from a flying cat

Where's the CIA when you need them?

How to help Karlach in your post-game fix-it fics

Show us on the Waterdeep map where Gale's tower is???

My Big Fat Greek Wedding / Mamma Mia / Dragon Heist mashup

Oh, so you're the local Goddess of Magic? Well, let me introduce you to Hecate and Freyja and the Morrigan and Isis and...

I've already come up with at least three sequels

Tara would be all over Tav's baby bump

Waterdeep needs the Freedom of Information Act

Speedrunning the Enlightenment

Elminster's portal to Earth seems like an easier way home than asking Lae'zel to please hijack me another nautiloid

Gale as a "Faerun Character in Modern Earth"

#it's a lovely morning in faerun and i am a horrible author self insert #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #gale #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #gale bg3 #bg3 gale #modern girl in faerun #modern character in faerun #faerun character in modern earth

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gemmahale · 19 days

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Lessons from taking a work-week hiatus from Tumblr:

Realization 1: I was more productive at work. Lots of downtime I was filling with Tumblr instead of doing other small things to make my life easier. (I was also choosing Tumblr over uh…returning phone calls. 😅)

Plan: Going to blacklist it on my browser and make it a reward at break intervals with a set time limit. Focus on my paid job first, hobbies second.

Realization 2: I don’t need notifs on. I don’t need to know about reblogs or likes; it prompts me to clear the bubble and distracts me. I can pull the notif screen up when I want to look.

Plan: Leave them on for select types of notifs. Limit the push notifs on my phone. Possibly remove the icon from the Home Screen to reduce temptation (make it extra steps to access).

Realization 3: I miss my friends. I felt a severe amount of FOMO on Tuesday/Wednesday/Thursday when Talk Shop, WIP Wed and the tag game came around. (I peeked, okay? I’m only human.)

Plan: ….still working on this. Pre-set my posts, jump in when I am on breaks, probably. Check in on specific people to see what I’ve missed and engage with them when I’m able.

Summary: Even though I had external contact for most folks, I felt like I had been put in time-out. I was pouty about not being “allowed” to log in.

For what? ….it’s complicated in my head. But I have been dedicating too much time to Tumblr when I should be doing other things. It was the “easier” option - endlessly scroll, see good ideas, be inspired, etc.

I was frustrated at a number of things: the consumptive culture of Tumblr, some jack-wagons harassing people I consider my friends, and that persistent voice that’s been in the back of my head since I was young whispering “you don’t belong”.

Could I tell you what fueled that voice to get louder this time? Not anymore. But when I decided to take a breather, I was worried no one would care. That I’d become a lost ephemera of Tumblr, friendships forged becoming forgotten and withered. (Obviously, that’s not true, and that brain worm has evidence against it now, suckah. It’s always had evidence, dumbass.)

Anyway, I’m back. Nothing of this sort is new to me, none of this is earth-shattering and record-breaking. I KNOW these things, I just needed a reminder.

#gemma rambles #gemma works #We’ll see what happens from here #I need to not slide back into bad habits #which I’ve identified #so it’s redirecting and giving myself grace time

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staticwither · 15 days

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🌻 TOTS COMIC? 👀

OUHHGG THIS ONE, I STILL REALLY WANNA DO IT. A tot comic series called Turtle Tot Tales where they unlock their powers young, but when they grew up they thought it was just their imagination. The sewers are dangerous and so is the world above ~

#rottmnt #staticwither art #wither wip game

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englishsub · 3 months

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fic writer meme!

i was tagged by @microcomets and @cairoscene :) thank you friendz

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

22, which is both more and less than i expected.

2. what's your total ao3 wordcount?

529,320

3. what fandoms do you write for?

i've branched out in recent years; like my fellow taggers, i write for fewer fandoms that i'm in. food takes ages to cook and even longer to actually commit to. i started with mdzs/cql and tgcf before moving to shl/tyk, though now i mostly write trigun and video game fic.

4. what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

爱不释手; never let me go

总有一天; a place to hide (can’t find one near)

花无百日红; the flower that withers

在此恭迎夷陵老祖; to yiling laozu, the great and venerable

蓝色生死恋; a blue love (to live and to die for)

me 🤝 cair wangxian monopoly

5. do you respond to comments?

not usually - if the comment jumps out in some way or asks a question about podficcing i might, but i generally don't. i read every single one and hold them close to my heart, though.

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

LOL it's an open ending but the implications are pretty clear - 美丽的日子; beautiful days

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

most of them end happy, except when they don't :)

8. do you get hate on fics?

not really. i did for a stint back in 2021 when that anon was going around but it was honestly very funny for me.

9. do you write smut?

sometimes.

10. do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you have written?

just the one time, not usually. it was a threadfic - a mdzs/tgcf crossover where wwx was raised by hualian instead of the jiangs.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

yeah. the good ole ctrl+f+replace of names. i remember they even stole my author's note. i'd said something to the effect of "i have to go study..." (i was in high school) and they added "which i didn't even end up doing..."

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

yes and i think fic translation is so cool!

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

nope.

14. what's your all time favorite ship?

EVER?

pirates of the caribbean will/elizabeth.

but it's honestly a rotating rotisserie throughout life of my fav ships depending on what i'm hungry for at a given moment. it's 2024 and i'm back in ff7 hell, for instance.

15. what is a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

歃血; blood oath, and it pains me deeply to admit. not because i have any measure of anxiety about returning to it, or feel any pressure, but because it genuinely had one of my favorite premises and setups, was super gory and horrific, and i'd packed in every crazy trope i love into the outline. i was really excited about. then the fandom imploded and i can't look at it anymore.

she's my white whale. i'd finish it for @megafaunatic alone.

16. what are your writing strengths?

atmosphere. payoff. saying things are like other things. i understand this is annoying for some people though, which is fair.

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

i put off every single sex scene in a fic until i had written everything else, such that i had to sit and write 10,000 words, spread across three scenes, of sex. worst week of my life.

internal logic, because i think it's so obvious in my head that i forget to explain it in words on the page.

i think i always can improve on character voice. that's an eternal work in progress.

18. thoughts of writing dialogue in another language in fics?

it's cool. probably good to consult a native speaker if writer of the fic doesn't speak it, though?

19. first fandom you wrote for?

christ. harry potter, by hand, in pencil, in an a5 notebook.

20. favorite fic you have written?

recency bias compels me to say by the time the apocalypse began, because i worked my ass and head off for it, and i ended up really happy with how it turned out. sci-fi's not really my wheelhouse.

i have a huge soft spot for my clj arranged marriage fic, 双命; twin fates, because i had such a blast writing it. and 总有一天; a place to hide (can’t find one near) will always be special to me, because it was like taking a huge, glittering, orgasmic shit.

i believe quite a few people have already been cross-tagged but i will tag you guys again for fun: @yuebings @cafecliche @dcyiyou @vinelark @floofyfluff @ziusik

#i love these ask memes

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cerezzzita · 1 year

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♡. sfw/fluff abc · genji shimada

notes: hi y'all! wip done, took me a while but oof, it's finally here! ayo, Genji fans! come get your food! ugh, i was eager for this one, since i never wrote for him before. it's just so good, i love that soft goofy ninja boy <3

so! enjoy the reading!

♡ tags: gender neutral reader, tooth-rotting fluff bc Genji is a soft boy <3333

ⓘ gif's not mine!!

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?

Genji is simply quite sure that your eyes and hands are the most attractive attributes about you. See, you're entirely perfect from head to toe in his sight, but your hands are what provide him the purest caresses and are the opposite of his robotic ones that were once human like yours, and your eyes can express the most diverse emotions when close to him. Feeling the warmth of your palms run over his uncovered face and through his hair, the soft, gentle skin intertwining with the metal of his cybernetic parts while your eyes overflow with love is what makes Genji feel whole again.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

The youngest Shimada never thought of having a family of his own. Firstly, for all the pressure that the clan put on himself to participate in the family business with his older brother and second, for his lack of maturity and responsibility in his juvenile phase. And thirdly, the unpleasantness event he had with Hanzo that led to him being a cyborg shattered every paradigm he never considered. Initially, he thought: Who in their right mind would want to be in a relationship with an anomaly like him to the point of wanting to have a family? It sounded like a bad joke.

Now, more recently, Genji might think twice. He's a new version of himself, more stabilized thanks to Zenyatta and thanks to you too. Genji was good with children, although he still had certain insecurities, but you were always there to reassure him that if he was enough for you, then he would be enough for your children.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Regarding cuddles, it can be said that Genji has some knowledge about. Remember his youth phase? Yeah. He doesn't consider himself very comfortable for cuddling because of his armor, yet he's a great relief on hot days but also can be a nightmare on the cold ones. So he'd much prefer that you cuddle him in return, with soft hugs he's sure to return, nice caress in his hair and authentic kisses on the scars on his face that make him feel special.

𝑫 = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Dates with Genji are a balance between casuality and things/places you never imagined being in one day. A ride through the streets of Hanamura at the flower festival, games at the arcade and a good bowl of ramen at Rikimaru? Perfect. Now, a dinner at the highest point of Shimada Castle, with occasional sakura petals floating in the wind and all the beauty of the moonlight on just the two of you? Even better! Genji makes sure that you are enjoying every second of the moment, it already brings him a feeling of satisfaction and gratitude.

𝑬 = Everything (You are my ____ (𝒆.𝒈. my life, my world…))

You are the ray of sunshine that uniquely illuminates Genji's life, the flower that will never wither, the peace and serenity he needs and, of course, you are everything to him.

𝑭 = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

At first, Genji always felt right by your side, since in no way you looked at him as a freak for being a cyborg and always treated him with kindness and respect. As you spent time together, whether on missions or simple occasions, the younger Shimada realized how much he enjoyed being by your side and when his master Zenyatta asked him about you, he always replied with a more excited tone of voice and if he was without his visor, he would show a smile on his face that overflowed with joy and wonder. With a little more time, Genji would soon pick up on his body's signals and wouldn't deny that his racing heart was nothing but passion.

𝑮 = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

I assure you, Genji is a river of kindness. He treats you with the greatest care and affection in the world, as if you were made of the purest and most delicate porcelain. This can irritate you sometimes if you are so wary about yourself. But if you don't, he'll make every point in the world that you're under his displays of affection.

𝑯 = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

As stated above, your hands are Genji's essential comfort, he certainly thinks that holding them forever would be a dream. When not wearing his visor, Genji has a habit of kissing the back and the knuckles of your hands, as a way of thanking you for loving him just the way he is and for bringing him different joys every day.

𝑰 = Impression (What was their first impression?)

Joining Overwatch, Genji's first impression was none other than a certain taste of admiration. It was a fresh start for what was once the greatest international peaceful organization, and to see people like you willing to make a difference in the world again was surely admirable. Genji admits that at first he was very quiet with you around, but little by little, he was opening up more and realizing that you were certainly an illustrious hero of Overwatch.

𝑱 = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Genji doesn't consider himself to be the jealous type, especially with you. It may happen that he doesn't like how some person made a move that invades your private space, coming up with some suggestively strange tone of voice, but these are very rare exceptions in which this occurs because he's usually by your side most of the time.

𝑲 = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

With him already completely in love with you, Genji felt anxious to the extreme just thinking about the possibility of kissing you, and such anxiety made him act awkwardly beside you, but he remembered that calm and opportunities come above any nervousness. And the right time did came.

Once you were engaged in a simple and friendly talking late at night in Gibraltar, as fast and accurate as an arrow, Genji interrupted you with a soft but needy kiss that was both unusual and comforting. The cyborg's scarred lips, though rough in texture, were soft and moved over yours slowly and lovingly. You better get ready, because after this one, more surprising and warm kisses will come.

𝑳 = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

It was definitely him, right after the first kiss. The way his hands affectionately ran over your face, how the affectionate words came out docile with his whispered and soft voice, made your inner being fervently warm up with such uttered kindnesses.

𝑴 = Memory (What’s their favorite memory together?)

Your first Halloween together! It's no secret that Genji is a born lover of the main festivity of the month of October, everything involving Halloween is the target of the cyborg's excitement, from decorating the house with cobwebs and other paraphernalia merely considered bizarre, distributing candy on the street to and with the children, to even choosing costumes. On that first year together, he let you be in charge of the costumes, and let's just say Genji was surprised — and a little bit bored — by your choice of Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Mask. He playfully suggested that Sakura and Syaoran or Inuyasha and Kagome would be much better options.

𝑵 = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Genji is willing to do anything to please you, no matter how small or big it would be. If there's something you want, then that something you'll have! Usually he presents you with basic jewelry, whether they are made of expensive materials or not — barrettes, earrings, bracelets, you name it. He also loves to surprise you with simple symbols like small wooden sculptures that he makes himself and even something of his own, like the time he gave you a small replica of his sword to use as a keyring.

𝑶 = Orange (What color reminds them of their other half?)

You couldn't be more luminous and radiant in his eyes, clear and light colors like yellow and pink reminds him of the sunrise and that you are his particular sun.

𝑷 = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Some of them are sun-related, such as: sunlight, sunshine, sunflower, but there's also koibito-chan, little dove; and the common ones: sweetheart, love, sweetie and honey.

𝑸 = Quaint (What is their favorite non-modern thing?)

When far away, Genji sends you letters to let you know how much he misses you, telling details of the mission and some events that make you chuckle due to your partner's sense of humor. His handwriting is enviable for being so well done, and he always says goodbye with a small pen drawing and an 'I love you' in Japanese.

𝑹 = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Rainy days mean days of rest and many more opportunities for the two of you to be cuddling together, watching your favorite series and movies, playing some games and stuffing yourselves with goodies; in the end, when you're satisfied, a good amount of sleep ends the day perfectly.

𝑺 = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

These are the moments Genji hates the most. These waves of insecurities come and go sometimes, he knows how it is and with his emotional stability, he tries to push them away as much as he can, but it's not always something easy to achieve. It breaks his heart to see you with your head down, without your usual glow on your face and spontaneity in your eyes. Genji doesn't question anything, it's your moment, and the first thing he does is put his arms around you and lay your head on his chest, letting you vent or cry as much as you want, being a patient and understanding listener. He readily offers to make you something warm and cozy to eat and advises you to go and lie down in your shared bed. While you wait, Genji recommends going to watch something that comforts you and distracts your mind; with you in your fifteenth sleep, Genji joins you on the bed, once again wrapping you against his body and laying a light kiss against your temple.

𝑻 = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Genji likes to share with you some stories from his time in Overwatch's golden age, even if that time wasn't the best of his life, he knows it was a starting point for his evolution as a person, so telling you about them requires patience and trust. On the other hand, he also loves to talk about the time he spent traveling all over the globe, getting to know different cultures, languages, people and also trying different types of food.

𝑼 = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Being with you is relaxing in itself, but if he needs some time of his own, you will surely find him in the garden taking out any frustrations on aging tree trunks or restoring his calm through meditation.

𝑽 = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

As we all know, Genji is a prideful warrior. When you train together, he proves that his skillful way of battling is not by any case — and that 'case' usually leaves you exhausted at the end of the day. Not everyone in the world is capable of wielding a sword as well as Genji, let alone being as stealthy, silent, and dangerous with shurikens. A ninja in modern times can be rare and exclusive and this exclusivity is due to Genji.

𝑾 = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

Genji loves you very much, so strong and immeasurable is this love that as your relationship grows and blossoms like a flower, re-unifying the intensity between the two of you is a viable option. This option being none other than getting married.

The concept of the idea might scare him a bit because there is a chance that you don't want to get married right now, after all it is a decision that is up to you alone and that needs to be taken with consensus — little does he know that the desire to get married also crosses your mind.

Genji then decided to face his nervousness and take the benefit of the doubt at once. While you were away, he found a way — with a little help from Kiriko and company — to leave the house with a dazzling romantic decoration and with his culinary skills to prepare your favorite dish, taking advantage of the hours of your absence to improvise a good speech.

Upon arriving home, what was your surprise to see the romantically decorated environment, soft music permeating the air, a table placed in the middle of the room and your docile boyfriend waiting for you. Genji adjusted his little bow tie with his fingertips and smiled a nice smile at you despite his palpable flutter.

After tasting the divine dish that the cyborg ninja prepared just for you, Genji cleared his throat. Attentively, you turned your gaze to him, whose jet-black irises were focused on a spot below his cervix. He looked up, beaming at you and vocalizing his ideals in his mellifluous voice.

“Sunshine… I confess I'm nervous, my heart is now pounding in my chest like it did the first time I laid eyes on yours. But what really matters right now is how important you are to me. It may sound selfish, but no one will love you like I do. I am forever grateful for your love, your smile, the sound of your laugh, the kind touch you place in me and everyone around you... Every day, every hour and in all events, you are and will forever be my sunshine. My sunshine…”

Slowly, Genji lifted a small velvet box open with both hands, revealing the most luminous and golden ring.

“Koibito-chan… Will you marry me?”

𝑿 = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

Musically speaking, Genji is eclectic. He likes to listen to a little bit of everything, having a full playlist ranging from J-pop to Brazilian popular music (MPB). However, if it comes to my personal taste, I think the song that would suit you both would be Eastside — Benny Blanco, Halsey & Khalid.

“We can do anything if we put our minds to it

Take your whole life then you put a line through it

My love is yours if you're willing to take it

Give me your heart 'cause I ain't gonna break it”

𝒀 = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

As previously shown, yes, and he would never deny it if you did.

𝒁 = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

This is the time everyone has been waiting for. Why dog or cat when you have Soba, a spirit dragon? Genji estimate Soba and is keen for the two of you to have a pleasant relationship, for he knows how jealous the dragon can be when it comes to himself.

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merakiui · 4 months

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I neeeeed ⭐ for death row undertow please it's how I found you and I still stay up thinking about sk!jade

Omg thank you for asking!!! :D I've written a little about the series here and here, but I'll discuss more below! Specifically Reader and Jade's relationship! (please forgive me for rambling. orz)

(ask game)

Originally, their relationship was going to be complete strangers! The early concept for DRU was a story that followed serial killer Jade as he looks for his next victim at speed-dating events (like a charming wolf eel in sheep’s skin). At one particular event, he meets Reader and the two of them click. From there he decides he’ll make her his next meal.

This was a concept I quite liked and it almost became the foundation for the story. But the more I considered it, I realized it might feel like a hollow plot without much dimension if it focused solely on Reader and Jade. I kept thinking, someone out there has to care enough for (Name) to want to look for her, right? The world may be stagnant when she’s trapped in Jade’s home, but beyond that it will inevitably continue. So surely someone will notice she’s missing. I want to portray that side, too.

Additionally, I wanted to write a story where readers can care about and root for the MC’s successes while actively hoping for Jade’s failure. I thought it would hurt more if Reader was on friendly terms and knew Jade before the kidnapping. It is said that many kidnappings are often someone you know rather than a stranger, so I thought it would be interesting to explore Reader’s fear and betrayal as she realizes her “friend” was never a true friend to begin with! And with this I considered dynamics and relationships outside of the main pairing (Jade x Reader). In the early plot, Reader wasn’t acquainted with any of the Octavinelle trio, but I eventually changed this factor when I began to write the improved version of the plot (which would also include the slow burn elements).

The early plot looked something like this: serial killer Jade kidnaps (Name) after connecting at a speed-dating event -> (Name) is terrified and lies about being pregnant to survive -> many terrifying things happen -> death of (Name) -> Jade gets to feast. Initially, I was content with this plot because it was sickening and thrilling, but it felt like something was missing. ^^;;; I worked hard to rewrite many aspects of the plot until it became a completely different version from my original imagining of it. :O

I thought it would be fun if Azul had an involvement with Reader. At first I wondered if they should be in a genuinely romantic relationship, but I liked the tension of a fwb situation much more. I like that Reader’s able to use Azul as her scapegoat in this situation. His presence is as useful as it is burdensome in her life. >:) it’s a transactional relationship that will make you wonder if there’s actual love there or just lust in disguise! Also, how else could Azul pull off his fake proposal if it was a real relationship without any strings attached? I really wanted to write a scene like that, but it would be more tense if Reader was constantly walking the tightrope of love or not love! Their relationship feels like the deep sea to me. What you see in the story isn’t even part of it. So much has yet to be explored… :)

As for Cater and Riddle, they were added as an afterthought. When I sat down to write the first chapter in summer of 2022, my mind blanked and I had no idea how to begin. Prior to plotting DRU, I was working on a wip in which Reader works part-time at a diner with Cater and Riddle. That (now abandoned) wip is where The Devil’s Delight comes from (as well as the Cater/Riddle/Reader friendship)! I was so attached to the aesthetic and the dynamics between the trio that I couldn’t just let it wither away into oblivion. So I worked it into DRU’s plot. It fit wonderfully with my vision, and so I could write smoothly from there! As a result of that, I’m very fond of DRU’s first chapter. :D it sets the mood I was hoping to convey perfectly!

Here are some notes from the (abandoned) wip that made it into DRU (aside from that note about the Mostro Lounge hehe):

I wanted Reader to have unique relationships with each of the side characters (not just Jade), as well as the characters themselves to have interactions with one another. I like portraying two sides of a thrilling crime story such as this one. There are plenty of exciting things planned, and a lot of relationship lore is set to be unveiled gradually. I hope you can look forward to it!!!! ( ´ ▽ ` )❤︎

#twisted chit chat #death row undertow

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earth2rin · 1 year

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MY SAFE SPACE

astumu miya x fem!reader

angst + comfort

just a lil wip :p

the bright gym lights beat down heat on the backs of the team. shoes squeaked and there was a prominent smell of sweat and rubber surrounding the bleachers.

for a moment time had stopped, and his heart did too. it was all too late he feared. nothing more could have been done, but there was still a feeling of persistence in his bones, lying in wait to be awakened and to shake violently with the small amount of fight left in him.

it all moved in slow motion, his teammate diving to keep the ball alive, the mere centimeters he missed, the ball hitting the ground. the lights seemed to increasingly get brighter, and it seemed like his feet weighed the weight of the world.

he froze and the world went quiet.

so quiet that he hadn’t heard the sound of the whistle, or at least his brain hadn’t processed it. he could hear his rapid heart beating, and his opponents moving with glee and vigor.

and then it hit. his heart sunk, and it sunk so hard he thought there was a black hole in its place.

that was it. his last high school volleyball game.

he did not hear a word said in the meeting in the locker room except to bring the jerseys to practice tomorrow morning. to leave the last 4 years of his life in a storage room for some other player to wear for next year.

he was quiet on the ride home, too quiet his twin thought. but it was to be expected when all your hard work went down the drain.

his feet were heavy as he climbed up the stairs, his shoulders slumped and head down. he wanted nothing more then to just lie down and never get up again and to wither away.

but more than anything, he wanted to wash away the layer of skin he played in today, all the grime and sorrow. the hot water pelted his back, steam clouding his vision. he felt that maybe the boiling hot water could melt away the tension of the past few hours.

solemnly he walked to his room, the cold air on his bare chest felt like a breath of fresh air. he sat on the edge of his bed and just stayed there for what felt like ages.

he didn’t hear his door open, nor did he hear your footsteps making their way towards him. he only processed that you were there when you stood right in front of him between his legs.

he blinked a couple times, and that’s when the tears started pouring.

he threw his arms around your legs and buried his head in your abdomen, sobbing and clenching your tank top in his hands for dear life.

and you stood there, arms around his head, fingers sweeping through his hair and shushing his muffled cries. you rubbed his back to help soothe the heart break he felt. he cried until all you could hear were quiet sniffles and his breathing was not as rapid as before.

you gently unwrapped his arms from around your waist and slid into his bed, motioning for him to follow you and he complied.

he wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his chest in the valley of your breast, entangling your legs together.

you still felt tears fall on your chest, but not as frequently. laying multiple kisses on his head, you continuing to rub soothing circles on his back. you waited until his breathing was even and his shoulders stopped shuddering to cheer him up.

now was definitely not the right time, but you decided to take a shot in the dark.

you tilt his head up, your soft and tender hands caressing his jaw and cheekbones that were puffy. you both stared into each others eyes for a moment, trying to read each others emotions.

so you decided to make a move and leaned in closer until your lips met his in a soft and tender kiss. he reciprocated the kiss almost (if not) immediately and his grip on your waist tightened.

he tasted like salt and peaches, and odd but comforting combo.

it was electrifying and incredibly sweet, and a little bit of the ache in his heart had gone away.

you both pulled apart and gazed into each others eyes, wiping his cheeks and sending a small smile his way.

a few more pecks and kisses and he was out like a light, drooling all over your chest and a killer grip on the back of your shirt.

content in your warm embrace that could mend his soul.

#miya astumu #atsumu miya #atsumu fanfic #astumu x reader #miya atsumu x reader #haikyuu #haiykuu!!#haikyuu x reader #tender love #soft and sweet #soft and fluffy #angst with a happy ending #tooth rotting fluff #atsumu drabble

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somethingclevermahogony · 2 months

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Find the Word Tag Game

@inkovert tagged me here- thanks! Go to their page and check out some of their stuff, its great stuff!

my words were melody, leaf, smooth, and ache. As of right now I only have two WIPs, books 1 and 2 of The Testaments of the Green Sea (both of which are currently unnamed, oops) and so I will be drawing from there.

I am tagging @apolline-lucy, @illarian-rambling, @that-chibi-writer, @hallowedfury, and whoever else wants to answer, if you want to play! Your words are violet, crunch, flower, and teeth.

Melody

Istek, Dati, and Sihunu danced with a feverish intensity. It was as if, just for that moment, Istek's age and his sickness had melted away. He danced with the smooth movements of a younger man, held close both of his loves, the brave captain of the poems given new life by the melody. Dati and Sihunu leapt and spun with the grace of bounding gazelles. Lat watched his parents from his table, a slight smile on his usually sour face. Though he would never admit it, he was quite fond of weddings. After a moment of hesitation and more than a few bowls of wine he leapt up to join his elders in their frenzied dancing. Penetinos sat near the newcomer Fasti and her son Zures, his face was pale, but the smile on his face was wide. Fasti poured the old man a bowl of wine, though in secret she added just a touch more water than may have been typical. If the old man noticed he did not say. Zures stared in wonder at the tip of Penetinos’ wizened finger as he used his sagecraft to produce a tiny blue flame, only for a moment.

Leaf (Leaves, that counts right?)

"Narul! Look! A forest!" Ninma said as she wiped the tears and snot from her face. Narul was shocked from his stupor by a wet little palm that drummed on the top of his head. At the foot of the crested hill upon which they stood stretched a lush forest. The transition from the arid field and rock to thick greenery was almost unnatural in its suddenness. " Did we go the wrong way?" Narul said. " Nope, northwest just like Burun said! Maybe he forgot to tell us about the forest?" Narul frowned. "I don't even understand how trees like this could be here, the ground is so dry." "Maybe the trees are like you. We should go in!" Ninma said and unconsciously dug her nails into his scalp. Her heart was pounding, and her skin was laced with goosebumps. "Like me?" " Yeah! Like forestfolk with magic but um forest trees? Forest forest?" She said with a giggle. Narul gazed up at the massive trunks. Was she right? The whisper of the leaves beckoned him into the shadows.

Smooth

Narul ran his fingers along the smooth linen which started at his midsection and ended shortly below his knees. It had taken quite some time to assemble the outfit, and in the end after finding no actual garments which could appropriately fit him, the attendants and seamstresses had resorted to wrapping his waist with an ornate table cloth, snatched from some store room and trimmed and shaped to more closely resemble the long pleated skirts favored by Chibalan nobility. A cloak made from snowy white sheepskin, the largest they could find, was draped over his shoulders, held in place by an ornate bronze pin in shape of a snarling bear. His hair was combed and braided, bedecked with rings of Korithian silver and beads of Shamabalan agate and Makoran Amber. The attendants had even tried to shove a signet ring onto one of his fingers, an endevor which would ultimately prove to be in vain. Failing at this, and the application of other more common jewelry, they took to him with bowls of a strong smelling paste, dying his skin with shades of rich red and earthy brown, covering his arms, hands, and chest with wave-like patterns.

Ache

"...I curse you Narul. May you live amongst those vile creatures for a thousand years. May you bear witness to countless atrocities, to every abomination to slither forth from the minds of humans. May you see cities crumble and families wither! May your fleeting happiness be drowned in the filth of the ages! And when time finally catches you, when the names of all who you loved have been wiped clean from your decayed mind by the hands of time, when your petty morals have been smashed by the depravity of man, may you remember my offer. May you remember the kindness I extended. May you mourn your choice. You will die alone, unloved, forgotten, a relic, a lonesome fool who bet his harvest on a diseased field! Enjoy your fleeting time with these humans, but know that when that girl is an old woman, when her body rages against her, when her bones ache, you will not understand her plight, and she will hate you for it. Every love you will ever feel, will end with sorrow and hatred. And when I return to enact my justice for the depravity of your mothers kin, you will receive no kind words from me! This was your choice, Narul. Enjoy it.”

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elvensorceress · 2 months

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For the WIP game

Tell me more about bluebonnets, please 😊

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Hi, Ty! 💕

So, Bluebonnets is the "Broke My Own Heart" story that @eddiebabygirldiaz and I were working on once upon a time. It's set in s2 where the boys immediately start sleeping together in a "you're hot and I'm mad about it" way. Later they of course start catching feelings, but Eddie has to talk to Shannon and she wants to make up and try again. Eddie figures since he and Buck are just having sex and its No Big Deal that the right thing to do is break it off and work on his marriage. But at this point he's completely fallen for Buck. He's stubborn though and refuses to admit it even though Shannon quickly realizes that Eddie's in love with Buck and tries to get him to admit it. He won't. But then Buck gets crushed by the ladder truck and nearly dies and Eddie breaks. (Shannon also lives because reasons.)

There are snippets we've both posted this one being the crux of it all but I'll give you another little snippet 😘💕

Below the cut is Eddie after he had to break it off with Buck. Buck had made them dinner and bought flowers for him. They get broken when the boys argue about ending it.

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It’s quiet when Eddie walks into the door. The house is empty, and it will stay that way for the rest of the night. Or indefinitely. He’s not really sure. He sets down his keys, takes off his shoes, and goes to sit at the kitchen table.

When he lays out the bouquet, a tumble of bruised petals and broken flowers spill all over the hard surface. Deep blue puddles and splotches of venous blood, deprived of all oxygen. The kind that will never again return to the heart and be restored.

Does he even have a heart anymore?

He gently unties the sheer navy ribbon holding the flowers together so nothing more will suffer. Carefully, he gathers the fallen petals, the banners and the wings, sets aside whole florets, dissects out the damaged parts of each stalk, and places the ones that aren’t too injured in a blue vase filled with water and a sprinkle of the packet of plant food that was tucked away in the stems.

He tries to stabilize the surviving stalks with wooden dowels and loose loops of twine he digs out of a box in the storage shed. There are a few that aren’t broken, a few that weren’t casualties of being carelessly discarded, but all of them have missing blossoms, bare patches, bent stems.

He could dry the fallen florets and keep them. Just. To remember. He doesn’t know what he’ll do with them once they’re dry and brittle, even more fragile, but he sets them on a paper towel and leaves them on top of the fridge.

The ribbon has wires in the edges but the fabric is soft and delicate. He smooths it out as best he can and then folds it neatly. He’s not sure what to do with it either, but he can’t throw it away.

He can’t throw it away. He can’t throw any of it away.

He threw it all away.

He tosses the broken pieces too damaged to salvage in the trash bin, lets them fall from his hands, and they ache. He aches. Everything hurts.

It was just sex. Sex isn’t anything. It’s selfish and momentary, and lots of people have casual sex all the time. That’s all it was. It doesn’t mean anything. He doesn’t feel anything.

He cleans up until everything is put back where it’s supposed to be.

There’s a wedding band somewhere. With a heart and a flower engraved on the inside. But he’s pretty sure it’s still in Texas. He took it off because it was hopeless. And he can’t exactly put it back on now. It’s not here.

It’s all hopeless.

The flowers will die eventually. They’ve already been cut, butchered, mistreated, sentenced to death. They’ll wither and rot and it’s only a matter of time before it happens and they’re gone forever.

It’s gone forever.

But right now, they’re in his favorite vase that his abuela gave him. Right now they still look vibrant, bright, colorful, like they’re alive and wild and blooming. Parts of them are gone but they’re still propped up and beautiful. They still smell sweet, like home.

He smells like home. Like he should be here.

Except he’s not supposed to be here.

Eddie is married. He made vows. His son needs his mother. Shannon is his first and only love. Buck only offered him sex. It was just sex. It was fleeting comfort and solace, not anything real. It wasn’t anything more than momentary relief.

Eddie leaves the bouquet in the kitchen, mangled and shoddily patched together as it is.

And texts Shannon that it’s done.

#buddie wip #jenwyn wip #fic: broke my own heart #buddie #tag games #wip game

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