#alt!snow drabble

[altsnowheadcannons]

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@rot4life my first drabble for alt!snow 🫠

Alt!Snow White Halloween Drabble

Snow White had been getting ready for trick-or-treating all day; baking brownies cut into the shape of a bat, hand made goodie bags that had homemade soft sugar cookies with orange frosting and black sprinkles paired with the bat shaped brownies. She even had bought apple juice boxes and kool aid juice bottles to give to the kids besides the huge bowls of candy she filled for the soon to be treaters. While the adults could have their pick of any two small alcohol shooters; for her friends yummy hand made, carmel apples with hardened red candy drizzle down the side with a razor blade stuck in the top of them to put a creepy cute twist onto the treats. Including a couple acid tabs and a small baggie of ketamine for her group of friends.

While she finished getting the drink station set up done with the drinks in the coolers Motionless In White's Voices ended with Beartooth's Choke starting, her slink, smooth petite black cat Lucy walking outside from the open door and sitting on the porch steps. "Happy Halloween Lucy" Snow said with a smile, squatting down and petting the cat's head as Lucy nuzzled her head into her owner's hand. Snow's house was the most decorated on the block, she had hundreds and hundreds of decorations for Halloween, after all it was her favorite holiday; she loved the creepy vibes and macabre scares the time of the year brought. Not to mention the paranormal side to the time of the year as well.

She finished setting up the kids and adults treats and then went inside, turning the music up a little bit louder so she could comfortably hear it outside. "Now we wait Lucy! The trick or treaters should be coming any time now!" Snow excitedly exclaimed as she sat down, sticking a green apple sucker into her mouth as Lucy jumped into her lap. A couple parents passed by with their kids making Snow smile and wave but they avoided her house making her spitefully flip them off with a glare before she sighed and quickly returned to her happy, bubbly mood.

After a few more minutes a group of young teens walked up to her house, the group of kids that came into the gas station where she worked. "Hey Snow!" One of them said, "Hi guys! Take a handful or two a drink and a goodie bag! Happy Halloween!" She said cheerfully with a smile as the kids grabbed what they wanted. "You always give the best stuff! Thanks" Kathleen said, the other three thanking her as well, "Homemade treats are the best. Please do enjoy!" She replied.

"You kids be good now alright? Don't be out late doing anything dumb, if you do end up staying out be careful and stay safe" Snow said, softly lecturing them but not wanting them to get hurt. The group of teens smiled and rolled their eyes, knowing she meant well so they didn't mind much, they said their goodbyes and moved onto the next house as she had more kids come and grab some candy. "Trick or treat!" The kids said in unison as they opened their bags, "Happy Halloween!" Snow greeted and grabbed a handful from each bowl for the two kids.

"Would either of you like a goodie bag and drink? The treats are home made, gluten and nut free" she said, offering them to the kids as she looked at the parents to see if it was okay. The kids had looked back at their parents as well with a pleading look, when given the okay the kids happily took the drinks they wanted and then a goodie bag each. The trick or treaters left and the night went on with more and more, a couple of her friends showing up closer to 10 pm. After picking everything up with the help of her friends, Snow had given them their treats she made them and set the bucket of alcohol shooters in the middle of them all since only a couple of the adults took one during the time of trick-or-treating.

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joel miller

masterlist • pedro pascal characters • 05/04/24

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two three four five

𑣲 declined pt2 pt3 I @alltheirdamn

You're on a cross-country road trip when your tires blow, and you're forced to get them fixed at a small town mechanic shop. When your card declines, you only have one other option to get your car back.

𑣲 a happy man I @psychedelic-ink

when your friend sets you up on a blind date, you had no idea how impactful it would be.

𑣲 once again in your arms I @foli-vora

the day of the outbreak, reader and baby were in town and she couldnt call joel (or viceversa) cause the phone lines were down. they were separated for a few years until they arrives at the quarantine zone he's in, and he recognizes them in the crowd.

𑣲 invisible sting I @quin-ns

bill and frank host. tess is jealous. joel is confronted with his feelings. you cry over a shower

𑣲 snowflakes, a fireplace, and you I @swiftispunk

you get more than you bargained for when you end up snowed in at miller's inn on christmas eve.

𑣲 seams I @fuckyeahdindjarin

𑣲 joel drabble I @suzdin

𑣲 as long as you want pt2 pt3 I @auteurdelabre

When you're injured in the stables one morning your patrol partner and enemy Joel Miller is the only one there to help.

𑣲 the not so invisible string I @stylesispunk

you and Joel were made right for each other in the wrong time. Now, thirteen years later your paths crossed when both of your daughters get in trouble at school. Would be the right time for you now?

𑣲 i couldn’t want you anymore I @/stylesispunk

when Sarah's mom came back into Joel's life to fight for their past relationship, Joel needs to convince he is in a happy relationship with the florist next to his gallery in order to make her go away. The problem is, he and the florist can't stand each other's guts or that it's what he thinks.

𑣲 the falling pt2 pt3 I @getitoutofmymindwrites

you catch Joel cheating on you. The world comes crushing down.

𑣲 greener memories of better men I @netherfeildren

Best Story of the Day! South Austin elementary school started a “Breakfast With Dads” program but many dads couldn’t make it and several students didn’t have father figures. The school posted fliers at the local YMCA’s for 50 volunteer fathers… 600 different people from all backgrounds showed up…

𑣲 jealous I @eufezco

you’re a little jealous of tess.

𑣲 soft sweet I @cavillscurls

You share your first kiss with the last man you ever expected: your older, grouchy, overly protective patrol partner, Joel Miller.

𑣲 let me (put my lips to somethin’) I @bluebeary-jay

5 times you wanted to kiss Joel, and 1 time it actually happened

𑣲 needs I @toxicanonymity

Joel wants to find a bed before you go all the way, but neither of you can wait that long.

𑣲 wildflower and barely I @yellowharrington

after deciding to change your age range on a dating app in hope of a change of scenery, you stumble across joel miller.

𑣲 arms tonite I @motherjoel

basically its YOU who gets stabbed by the baseball bat. joel isnt good with feelings. david does not exist david cant hurt anybody. a bit of angst and a bit of fluff. also LOOSELY based on arms tonite by mother mother

𑣲 don’t take the girl I @alt-vera

when faced with a life-threatening choice, joel miller makes a surprising confession.

𑣲 feels so right I @fake-bleach

Your college boyfriend's a dick, and it doesn't help that he dragged you along with him to a bar just to treat you like shit. You plan on catching a ride home after an incident between you two, but turns out that your dad's best friend's there too, and he saw everything. He ends up offering you a ride instead, but there's no promises that you make it back home for the night.

𑣲 sweetheart I @dustydaddyyy

you're home from college for summer '99 to visit your parents, when your eye wanders upon their next-door neighbor, joel miller.

𑣲 honey stained hands I @jolalibrary

He knew what Jackson was when he arrived the second time. A communal, a place where everyone chips in. It's why he doesn't turn his nose up when he's given menial tasks. One of which, is fixing his neighbour's porch. His neighbour, who is pretty and smiles too sweetly, bakes cakes for special birthdays, and stares at the toolbox he's been given with a haunted look, one which raises more questions than answers.

𑣲 softdom joel I @joelscruff

a collection of important moments between you and joel miller, your grumpy new patrol partner in jackson, wyoming.

𑣲 one thing im missing I @/joelscruff

you and joel accidentally end up falling asleep together, and what follows is the beginning of a quiet and tender relationship neither of you saw coming.

𑣲 somewhere to run I @punkshort

You move to a small town in the middle of Texas to escape your past and start over. You don't expect to fall for the town's handsome sheriff.

𑣲 hate when you’re right I @/punkshort

After a heated argument with Joel, you finally convince him into leaving Jackson so you could explore a store for new clothes, and what happens could change your life forever.

𑣲 in the woods somewhere I @eupheme

When a break-in startles you awake, it’s hard not to assume the worst. But when the thief is revealed to be a teenager just trying to help her wounded guardian - you find your heart softening.

𑣲 are you mine? I @/eupheme

A change in your usual patrol schedule, a dash of over-protectiveness, and a gossipy partner leads to you desperately wish you could turn back time

𑣲 hating game I @gutsby

Celebrating your dad’s birthday at the yacht club becomes damn near unbearable when Joel Miller brings a date along too. Jealousy and hate sex ensue.

𑣲 abstaining game I @/gutsby

The only thing worse than an anti-sex retreat is an anti-sex retreat with your former fuckbuddy and dad’s best friend. Especially when sharing one cabin.

𑣲 wingman I @/gutsby

Your bestie braves the tampon aisle for you.

𑣲 kiss to kiss I @jobean12-blog

Joel is grumpier than usual and the only way to make it better is YOU.

[cheeseatlantic]

masterlist

welcome to the atlantic cheese factory! we make all our cheeses in-house and fresh, aged to absolute perfection. here at the atlantic cheese factory we specialize in medium aged cheeses but we can also do mild, sharp or if your up for it, extra sharp! feel free to request a custom cheese, or five.

please note there are no mice allowed!!!

cheese aging chart

mild (silly)

medium (fluff)

sharp (angst)

extra sharp (suggestive/mild spice)

CALL OF DUTY

ghost hc medium

gaz hcs medium

price hcs medium

soap hcs medium

all of these are pretty explanatory

ghost hcs sharp

angsty general!!

reader on period x ghost texts mild

educate him pls

graves hcs medium

general graves hcs

ghost texts medium

bear in the house!

graves texts medium

you guys have a cat, phillip puts a hat on the cat

tf141 hcs mild

also very general

soap drabble sharp

ouu.. after he died angst

graves at home hcs medium

whatever this is

soap hcs 2 medium

general hcs

flirty soap extra sharp

req!

ghost and cat chronicles 1 medium

ghost finds cat?

ghost and cat chronicles 2 medium

johnny and gaz meet cat!

graves thunderstorm comfort (platonic) medium

plantonic only!! reader intended to be a young child

graves drabble sharp

angst, left it half done so you imagine the rest

ghost sh comfort medium-sharp

cw for mentions of sh!

price hcs 2 medium

general!

bookworm reader x tf141 mild-medium

what they would do if they have a little wormy

cod characters as parents medium

personal favourite

animal documentary ghost fluff?? medium

two prairie voles

cod characters as animals mild

pretty self explanatory :)

you and keegan (and kids) at the carnival medium

sniper skills going to good use

gaz comfort medium-sharp

rainy day comfort

snowbound medium

snow day with ghost

sun, sand and shadow(s) medium

beach day with the shadow company!

hold the fort down mild-medium

build a blanket fort with the soapy boy?

a crescent memory medium

i dont even know but i like it, picasso

coffee and comfort medium

konig… 😰

bunny care medium

keegan fluff!!!! this is not mine but rather our favourite cheesy partner >:) cheese to cheese iykyk…

novocaine novocaine (alt) sharp

ghost angst!! pins and needles inspired, (nessa barrett)

slow down 2 3 extra sharp

i actually dont know, smutty so mdni, pls!! xx

cuddly comfort medium

cuddles with graves after a long day!

bunny love 1 2 (incomplete mini series) medium

ghost as a bunny dad!! this was a req. :)

passenger princess extra sharp

motorcycle rider ghostie, need i say more?

spa day medium

spa day with gaz!!

skibidi toilet medium

i didnt have a name for this but grumpy reader x sunshine soap!

love from a distance sharp

little ghost angst

(gala) apple of his eye extra sharp

sugar daddy graves x sugar baby reader

a ghost of your past sharp

more ghost angst. hahaha.

ghost in the sheets extra sharp

escort reader x ghost! smut, so mdni pleaseee

babydoll extra sharp

ghost and reader smut! mdni

captain price smut extra sharp

mdni!

deep devotion extra sharp

skull fucking with ghost, mdni

no where to run extra sharp

car sex with ghost, mdni (and hes dark romance ish!!)

marked for death 1 2 extra sharp

two part, enemies and taken place during the alone mission!!

in the quiet after the storm

bratforce 141

possum activities

the butchers wife

passenger princess

overdrive

soft hands, sharp teeth

stay and study

gone before he could stop it

sick

almost

little conversations

oddities

whiskey, blood and bared teeth

dnr!

red light warning

the way he sees you

party on you

feeding stupid(s)

sanctified

body of christ

covered

thank you for touring the atlantic cheese factory, cheese come again! and watch the trap on your way out. (security reasons)

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[bosbas]

Epilogue: quiet my fears with the touch of your hand

series masterlist previous part || alt ending

pairing: benedict bridgerton x best friend!fem!reader WC: 2.2k words

Warnings: period-typical gender roles, idiots in love being idiots in love (except not really anymore), alluding to sex, benedict being so down bad for this woman (like down horrendous), this woman being so down bad for benedict, pregnancy and discussions around pregnancy

Summary: You and Benedict have been best friends since childhood, but things change dramatically once you come out in society. You’re struggling to find someone you’re as compatible with and who knows you as well as Benedict, all while trying to quell your ever-growing feelings for him. Shenanigans ensue.

A/N: i am so sad to let these bbs go i love them so much!! i will simply have to write drabbles because they are so dear to me oh my

January 3, 1819 – Y/N

A happy new year indeed! I missed you all terribly during the holiday season this year, but John and I had a wonderful time here in Scotland with Michael. It snowed beautifully on Christmas Day, and it made me think of all of you and our often violent snowball fights on your birthday.

In fact, I believe this letter should reach you at around that time, so I am sending you the brightest of birthday wishes as well! While I won’t be able to attend your celebration this year, seeing how we’ll still be at Kilmartin House, I am sending you a wonderfully tight hug and hoping your day is incredibly special. Hit one of my siblings with a snowball for me, please! Preferably one of the boys, but really anyone will do. 

Love from your sister, Francesca

You squinted your eyes in your dimly candlelit bedroom, unsuccessfully attempting to undo the tiny buttons on your dress. Perhaps it was the undercurrent of nervousness that had been moving through you the whole day, but you found your fingers were shaking so much that you couldn’t hold them still for long enough to unclasp the buttons on your back. A deep sigh escaped your lips as you accepted that you were simply not going to be able to do this by yourself, and you gripped the edge of the chest of drawers in front of you as you willed your voice to come out sounding more carefree than you were feeling at the moment.

“Ben, darling, are you still upset about earlier?” you called across the room.

A small huff escaped his lips as he shifted on an armchair in the corner, murmuring something about betrayal and honor without looking up from his book. You smiled and held back a laugh, anxieties momentarily soothed. Per Francesca’s request, you had hit Benedict less-than-gently in the chest with a tightly packed snowball during your annual snowball fight earlier today, and he had taken it quite to heart. Well, that and the fact that you had sneakily teamed up with Hyacinth and Gregory without telling him. It really wasn’t your fault, you reasoned. Benedict had thought you would go easy on him simply because you were married to him, which, of course, was a foolish thing to think. Though he wasn’t as competitive as you were, evident in your much more successful Pall Mall record, you knew today’s loss still stung.

“Well, do you think could find it in you to help me with my dress?” you raised your eyebrows pointedly. “Or are you still feeling too betrayed?”

He immediately looked to meet your eyes, grudge completely forgotten as he nodded excitedly and rushed over to you from the armchair he had previously been sitting in. It was rather endearing that Ben was still giddy every time you asked for his help undressing, even after four years of marriage. 

After a few moments of Benedict concentrating intensely on the buttons on your back, you teased, “Are you enjoying yourself?”

He hummed in assent and smiled at you, meeting your eyes in the mirror. “Oh, immensely. It certainly makes up for earlier, I think,” he winked as he fiddled with the buttons. 

Honestly, you were inclined to think that Benedict had been secretly asking your seamstress to make the buttons smaller on each new dress she made you so you would have no option but to ask for his help. Even so, you wouldn’t have minded. You, too, enjoyed his sturdy hands on your back, his deft fingers fiddling with your dress and his lips softly kissing your shoulders as you told him about your day.

“A well-deserved win today, Mrs Bridgerton,” he said, never quite growing tired of how sweet the title sounded coming from his mouth. “And on your birthday no less. A stellar performance. I suppose I’ll have to start recruiting Simon and Daphne’s children to help me against the lot of you from now on. And then when we have ones of our own I can form a small army and I will never lose again.”

Your heartbeat sped up a fraction, but you were saved from having to answer when he undid the last button and your dress fell to the floor. Benedict placed his hands on your shoulders and gingerly turned you around to face him, drawing in a sharp breath as he took in your figure covered by nothing but your chemise, completely mesmerized by you. But he was quickly drawn out of his awe when he noticed your nervous eyes shifting around the room. 

“Darling, what’s wrong?” he asked, placing a gentle hand on your elbow and drawing you closer. “I wasn’t truly upset about today, I promise. I rather enjoyed seeing you, Gregory, and Hyacinth absolutely obliterate everyone else. It was only a slight inconvenience that I was one of the people you were obliterating.”

You shook your head, sending him a small smile. “No, no don’t worry, Ben. It’s not that at all,” you said, laying your head on his shoulder tiredly, an entire day of worrying having taken a toll on you.

“But it is something, then,” he prodded, desperate to find out what was making you so anxious. 

You said nothing, fiddling nervously with the hem of his waistcoat instead. Benedict, on his part, was growing increasingly alarmed. Usually, he could instantly tell exactly what was plaguing you, but you were being oddly evasive, and he was at a loss. Perhaps the best thing to do was to let you rest and broach the subject tomorrow morning, so he tugged on your hand and sat you down on the bed.

“It’s alright, darling,” he said, softly kissing your forehead. “I’ll ring for some tea, and we can get ready for bed.”

“I think I’m pregnant,” you blurted out before he could let go of your hand to go ask for some tea from the kitchen. Your shoulders sagged in relief, and you immediately felt a weight lifted off your shoulders as you said the words aloud.

“What?” he asked, eyes wide.

“Pregnant. With child.” 

“With my child?”

“Well, I certainly hope so,” you responded, laughing.

He instantly relaxed, rolling his eyes and engulfing you in a tight hug. “Oh, shut up, woman! I was merely trying to process the news,” he laughed, ecstatic that there would soon be a tiny version of one of you running around the house. He looked at you, eyes shining, and shook his head as if he couldn’t quite believe it. 

“So, you’re happy?” you asked, anxiety still lingering in the back of your mind. It had been four years, after all. Your marriage had happened rather hastily, considering the years the two of you had spent pining after one another, and you had decided to revel in your romance for a while before having children. And eventually, you had wanted them. It was just slightly frightening to know that the time had actually come. You were excited, of course. You couldn’t imagine a better life than one where you raised children alongside your best friend, but you couldn’t help the nervousness you felt as you locked eyes with Ben.

“Happy? I’m over the moon, darling,” he said giddily and pushed you back on the bed so he could plant kisses all over your face. 

“If I knew it would be like this I would’ve gotten pregnant earlier,” you joked as Benedict moved on to kiss your neck and your breathing got heavier. 

---

You awoke quite suddenly, sitting up in bed so abruptly that Ben’s arm, which had previously been wrapped around you with his hand placed on your stomach, fell away from your body entirely.

Benedict grumbled in protest, noticing your absence even in his sleep. Typically, you slept on your side, with Benedict wrapped around you until the moment you woke up. Despite your racing heart, you smiled down at him, placing a soft kiss on his temple and sliding yourself back into his arms. 

But your attempts to fall back asleep were futile. You had stopped tossing and turning but found yourself lying on your side, staring at the wall opposite you while you felt Benedict’s chest rising and falling against your back as he breathed. 

“S’wrong?” Benedict asked sleepily, sensing that you were still awake.

Not wanting to disturb his sleep more than you had already, you whispered, “No, it’s nothing, Ben. You can go back to sleep.”

But Benedict was having none of it. He rubbed his eyes and blinked a few times, turning you around to face him. “That’s alright. I was awake anyway,” he lied, voice husky with sleep. “What’s wrong? I’m incredibly awake. Awake. I am awake.” 

“Sounds like it,” you said, laughing at him softly. You leaned up and pecked him on the lips, secretly thankful for his unrelenting line of questioning. 

Blinking the sleep from his eyes and leaning on his arm to face you, Ben looked at you and smiled fondly. “I am! Promise.” Then, tracing his fingertips on your arm, he pressed you a bit more. “It’s just me, darling. What’s on your mind?”

“I’m a bit scared,” you whispered. “Actually, I’m terrified. Terrified of becoming a mother, and of having to take care of an entire other human being, and of what it might change between us. Is this what you really want? Having a child?”

Benedict’s fingers never stopped moving as he thought of how to best address your fears, knowing the motion calmed you down. “Having a child with you,” he corrected. “Of course it’s what I want! I get to see a little bit of you in an entirely different person. And you’re my favorite person. So, I don’t really see a downside.”

You hummed thoughtfully, feeling slightly calmer. “But what if I’m a bad mother? What if our child is unhappy?” you cried, tears brimming your eyes as you thought of the endless scenarios in which you failed as a mother.

“What if you’re a great mother? And our child is happy?” Ben countered. “Look at how you are with Gregory and Hyacinth. How you’ve always been with them. You’re going to be a wonderful mother, Y/N. Besides, we’ll learn how to be parents at the same time and it’ll be something we do together.”

Nodding thoughtfully, you interlocked your fingers with Benedict’s. “I suppose you’re right,” you conceded. “It will certainly be a hell of an adventure.”

Sensing that you had calmed down significantly, Ben added cheekily, “Don’t forget you’ll finally have someone else you can force to listen to your ramblings about literature.”

You smacked Benedict playfully. “You enjoy the ramblings, might I remind you,” you replied airily. 

Kissing the top of your nose, he tucked your hair behind your ear and winked. ”Mm, I believe I did admit to this, yes.” Then, after a few moments of comfortable silence, he spoke up gently, “What about you?”

“What about me?” you asked.

“Is having a child what you really want?”

Your heart melted a bit. Even after he woke up in the middle of the night to have a chat with you and was clearly exhausted, he was still making sure you were alright. “Well, obviously. I’m thrilled! Especially now you’ve brought up the fact that I can have a book club of my own. If it’s a boy, I bet he’ll be just like you. A tiny Benedict running around the house ruining our expensive furniture with acrylic paint.”

“And if it’s a girl we’ll name her Daisy, right? Flower names and all that,” he replied sleepily, relieved you were finally easing into the idea of motherhood. “She’ll be just as smart as you are, I bet. I’ll give her the flower encyclopedia as well so she can know where her name came from. I think the one I gave you is still at Bridgerton House. I’m sure we could find it if we look.”

You gasped, having forgotten about your childhood plans to name your daughter after a flower. “Oh, that would be so darling!”

Benedict laughed softly, kissing you and pulling you back into his arms. “It would, wouldn’t it? Do you want to go back to sleep?” he asked, burying his nose in your hair as his eyes fluttered shut. You nodded, squeezing the hand that was nearest to you and interlocking your fingers. 

Ben was fast asleep soon after, but you spent a few moments looking at his sleeping form, chest rising and falling as his breathing deepened. Your heart swelled with love for this silly boy you had fallen in love with all those years ago. He was your husband now! Even after four years, you couldn’t quite believe how lucky you’d gotten. And you would get to raise a child together now. You really couldn't imagine anything better.

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[snow-blower]

Okayokayokay hear me out, drabble idea

Modern au loser bf jon snow loser bf jon snow loser bf jon snow, glasses and baggy jeans and sweaters, with his hot ass cool ass alt gf reader. Pretty hair and nails and smoky eyes and skirts and cigarette ash and lace and boots and dark lips pressed to his skin. ”How has he not fumbled” they ask, but truthfully, she loves him and he’s so so so lovely. He’s unsure and inexperienced but she will gladly teach him to fuck her until he cries (pegging is not my thing at all, but lowkey?)

And that long stupid pretty hair, is for sure getting pulled. She will ride him until he nearly passes out and drops, breath taken away, and she just curls up into him and starts yapping about music or movies or something.

They’re both nerds, she just wears it better.

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- @smokingmercury yes i am ashamed no I don’t regret anything

Stop it stop it stop it I love this!!! He's so loser boy coded in Modern AU's it's so cuteeee. Him in glasses, baggy jeans and sweaters??? Fuckkkk. And reader being the opposite being all grunge with skirts, smoky eye shadow, drop dead gorgeous and all that?? How he managed to bag her is beyond everyone's comprehension. I love it.

Also?? Inexperienced Jon?? Yes please?? Her teaching him to fuck her properly?? Hold my beer I'ma teach this Stark to fuck gooood.

Honestly??? They're pulling eachothers hair fr. Jon's hair?? She's tangling her hands into it and tugging just rough enough to pull a little growl from him. Him pulling her hair (gently cuz he's lwk afraid to hurt her) whilst fucking her??? Yes please. I'm begging.

I can 100% see Jon letting her ride him until he's on the brink of dropping and passing out. Hands gripping her hips tight enough to leave little bruises?? Trying his best not to buck his hip up and ruin her rhythm?? Gods, I love subby Jon.

And I lovvveee the thought of her just yapping away about films or music after whilst he's just lying there panting, blissed out and trying to shake himself from his blissed out daze.

She fr wears the nerd better than him. He just looks and totally is a complete adorable mess

I'm 100% gonna write this one at some point I swear. It's going into my little fic list on Google docs and I'm gonna write it as soon as I can because this one deserves to be an entire one-shot, not just a drabble 🤭🤭

[runforthestars]

Kokomo

Pairing: Male alt!reader x Theodore Nott

Summary: Slytherin boys spend a day at the beach.

A/N: This was just meant to be a drabble.

Whoops.

xoxo - Kallias

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꧁ ༺ 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼 ༻ ꧂

The ominous twap twap of flip flops and a jangling from the metal chain attached to your wallet—not unlike the jingle of a cat’s bell collar, which Lorenzo had pointed out and incidentally been kicked—were the first to announce your arrival.

The group had all been invited to the Nott family’s picturesque countryside home in Italy for the summer. Secretly, Theodore suspected his father was simply relieved to be rid of him and his friends, safely back home in the UK, far from his son’s silently judgmental stare, a gaze far too reminiscent of the boy’s late mother.

Yet now, all gloomy thoughts were swept away by the brilliant sun, shining unblemished by clouds across the vast, azure sky. The sand was an immaculate white, so much so that you could have mistaken it for snow, if not for the clear, turquoise water lapping at the shore in lazy, rhythmic waves that glistened under the sunlight before receding into the vast ocean. The Nott residence perched majestically on a grassy hill above, offering an unparalleled sense of privacy that came with seemingly having their own private beach.

The warm, humid air was refreshed by a gentle breeze that swept inland from the water, carrying with it the briny scent of the ocean and the tropical aroma of sun tanning lotion mingling in the air. Breathing in deeply, you could almost detect hints of exotic cuisine wafting from the nearby town, accompanied by the smokey fragrance born from cooking said food.

Exhaling with a contented sigh, a bright grin spread across your face as you took a moment to soak it all in, only now realizing that your presence had already been noticed by the group. With a pack of drinks clutched under one arm and a bag slung over your shoulder, filled with all your beach essentials and snacks, you stood confidently in black swimming trunks and stylish shades to match. As you pushed your sunglasses up to tame your unruly hair, styled in your usual unconventional way, you proclaimed, “Are we ready to rock?”

Draco emitted a long-suffering sigh at the question, sinking back into his chair beneath the shade of the umbrella, casting a disdainful glance your way as you unfolded your own chair beside Blaise—who, for his part, had strategically chosen a spot just beyond the umbrella’s protective shadow.

“Is that why you took so long getting ready? To make your hair look worse than it did when you rolled out of bed?”

You shot him a sidelong look while popping open the cooler, playfully pointing at his meticulously slicked-back hair as you settled your drinks of choice into the ice. “You’re one to talk, bleach boy.” There was no bite to your tone, as a snicker escaped you at your own play on words.

His only response was an offended scoff and some grumbling, which made you shrug nonchalantly. You cracked open a drink and took a refreshing sip while reclining back in your chair, the sun warming your skin. Fishing out a portable speaker, you fiddled with it until a genre you thought the group would deem agreeable began to play, shifting the volume higher before unfolding the tanning mirror you had brought along for the occasion.

The sudden music was what finally drew Lorenzo’s attention, prompting him to pause mid-bucket-brigade and wave a cheerful greeting, accompanied with a compliment on your eyeliner. He had been diligently transporting bucket after bucket of wet sand to his ambitious sandcastle, which Theo had oh-so-kindly volunteered to refine, transforming the chaotic heaps into a presentable fortress that would hold off even the most daring of sand crabs from any attempts to seize and overthrow it. The Italian previously claimed that he “couldn’t stand to see that disaster in front of him anymore.” Mattheo had readily agreed that Lorenzo wasn’t very easy on the eyes and promptly gotten a bucket of wet sand dumped on his head.

Now, however, the three had finally reached a fragile consensus. Theodore crafted the castle into something formidable, refining the architecture with a careful touch, while Lorenzo tirelessly supplied the necessary sand. Casting your gaze out to the shimmering sea, you spotted Mattheo’s dark hair bobbing at the sandbar, where he was trying his hand at snorkeling, doing what was no doubt best for the sandcastle’s safety and keeping a wide berth.

Now that it was pointed out, Draco sat up slightly, lifting his sunglasses to scrutinize you critically.

“You told me that was natural, that you were just ‘born that way’.”

Shrugging with a lazy air, you rubbed one eye with the back of your hand, smudging the eyeliner just a little before letting out a drawn-out yawn. The dark lines traced around your eyes were artfully applied, designed to enhance their intensity without drawing overt attention.

“It is. At least, I think it is…” Your brows furrowed in mock contemplation as curiosity overtook the drowsiness brought on by the summer heat. You pulled the eyeliner pen from your bag, turning it over in your fingers while squinting to read the label. A bright smile broke across your face as you held the pen triumphantly aloft, waving it toward Draco. “Yup. All natural ingredients, baby! Would I lie to you?”

He muttered an incredulous “unbelievable” under his breath, choosing to interpret your question as rhetorical, and allowing himself to melt back into the comfort of his reclined chair. He deserved a relaxing vacation, after all—after a grueling school year spent cohabiting with this group of delightful morons, he was fully prepared to unwind and forget it all amidst the idyllic countryside of Italy. Though no one in the group deigned to call Draco out on the fact that he wouldn’t have agreed to spend the summer with them if he genuinely couldn’t stand them. The occasional curious glances shot his way from Lorenzo or Blaise, whenever Draco voiced his complaints, hinted they were well aware of that fact.

The warm rays of sunlight enveloped you like a comforting embrace, coaxing you into a gentle doze as the rhythmic sound of waves lapped against the shore. With a content sigh, you leaned back, your arms cradling your head as you reveled in the golden warmth against your skin. You drowsily appreciated the way the tanning mirror reflected the sun's effect on your face. You didn’t take notice of the soft padding of footsteps approaching nor the heavy sound of something being dragged through the sand until Theodore spoke up, a light touch tapping your shoulder with a question of your name.

Giving a inquiring hum, you blinked against the glare of the sun before really taking in the sight before you. The sun seemed to adore Theodore Nott in particular—Could you really blame it?—as he’d soaked it up like a sponge, now sporting a nice tan despite having just arrived not so long ago. How you hadn’t noticed before was beyond you, but now that you had it took some amount of willpower to look higher than his bare chest. When you finally did, he was already watching you, a flicker of amusement dancing in his gaze. You forced a nervous laugh, trying to play it cool.

“Yeah, what’s up bro?” you managed to ask, voice cracking lightly before you cleared your throat. Having been too distracted by a certain sunkissed Italian before you, it was only now that you took notice of the glaringly obvious paddle board in the sand behind him. You leaned to the side to see it better, a spark of intrigue lighting up your eyes.

Theodore, noticing your curiosity, lifted one side of the the board by one of its handles, gesturing toward the inviting waters with a nod. “Do you wanna go out with me?”

The words caught you off guard, snapping you from your former entrancement, your mind momentarily blanking as you stared up at him, lips parted in surprise, brows knit together in confusion. “Huh?”

Realizing how his words might have sounded, a warm flush crept across his cheeks, though it was mostly hidden by the newfound tan as his eyes flickered away from yours. “I mean, on the board,” he clarified, a hint of embarrassment in his voice.

You only looked more aghast at the openess of the request, shooting a glance to the rest of the group, who all seemed blissfully unaware of the exchange. You barley stopped yourself from joking that you “weren’t into exhibition,” or suggesting that he should at least take you on a proper date first. But just in time, logic kicked in, and you saved yourself from any potential humiliation.

Rising to your feet while setting your sunglasses back onto the chair, you nodded, perhaps a bit too quickly, a grin stretching across your face. “‘Course I will. You know how to drive that thing though, right?” The quick jab was punctuated with a nod towards the board and its double-sided paddle. A sense of pride washed over you when the dumb joke drew a genuine laugh from the other boy. He looked as surprised by his laughter as you were, his smile radiating warmth that quickly pulled you in.

“‘Course.” Theodore parroted softly, his accent lending a melodic quality to the words, so different from your own.

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As the paddle board coasted over the water, the soft sounds of waves beneath it enveloped you, drawing a contented hum from your lips. Leaning back, you felt the breeze caressing your skin to drive away the sun’s warmth while Theodore stood confidently at the front, expertly guiding the board forward with measured strokes.

His initial struggles to maintain balance while standing hadn’t been without some trial and error, if his tousled hair and droplets of seawater still clinging to his skin had anything to say about it. Grinning, you couldn’t help but admire the view as a playful idea bubbled to the surface of your mind.

With a sudden lean, you tipped to one side, shifting your weight and causing the board to wobble precariously beneath Theodore's feet. He shot a glare in your direction, but it was the only warning he gave before he raised the paddle and sent a miniature wave splashing over you.

“Hey!—”

“You started it, I just finished it,” Theodore retorted, a smug grin spreading across his face.

You rolled your eyes, muttering under your breath, “That’s just stupid.”

Karma was a swift mistress when she came for you, and you barley had time to react when a hand shot out, grabbing your ankle and dragging you towards the water. A gasp escaped your lips as the cold sea enveloped you, instantly shocking your senses. You surfaced, shaking your head to clear the water from your ears just in time to hear the peal of nearly manic laughter echoing from the board.

Turning to face the paddle board, you saw Mattheo sprawled atop it, his laughter causing him to nearly roll off into the water. The sight of your water-soaked self, makeup running and hair a wet mess, sent him into another fit of giggles.

Mattheo yelped when you lunged at him, pulling yourself on board to kneel over him with a determination. He instinctively grabbed your arms, eyes widen in surprise as he thwarted your attempts to strangle him. Theodore had watched passively until now, swearing and struggling to keep his balance as the boat dipped wildly this way and that.

“Hey! Not on the board—” he protested, his attempts to urge you two to fight in the waist-deep water of the sand bar swiftly getting drowned out.

“You’re dead, Riddle!” you shouted, your threat lingering in the air with just a tinge of glee. Though wether that delight was drawn from a malicious intent or playful joy was anyones guess.

“It’s not my fault you fell in!”

“Fell?!?! Oh I’ll show you falling, you waterlogged little rat!” Your anger surged as you lunged for Mattheo, trying to lift him and toss him off the board, his hands gripping yours in a desperate attempt to resist.

“Hey, we can talk about this, yeah? We’re both reasonable adults—” His words were abruptly silenced by a loud, splashing cacophony as the board finally tilted too far under the weight of your struggle, flipping over and sending all three of you tumbling into the cool water.

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The way back to shore was steeped in a heavy silence, broken only by you or Mattheo occasionally trying to push the other off and frame it as an accident, only to be halted by a single, disapproving look from Theo.

As the sandy shore loomed closer, you both seemed to reach an unspoken truce, a common ground to meet on. Who did this Nott guy think he was? Acting like he owned the paddle board, or the house… or the section of beach and everything set up on it. It was downright absurd. Locking eyes with the shorter boy, a mischievous grin illuminated his face—a contagious spark that soon mirrored in your own expression. Just a few feet from the land, Theo felt two separate pairs of hands aggressively shove him, and before he could react, the board was gone from beneath him, and he was plunged into the water.

You and Mattheo bolted for the beach, nearly tripping over one another in your haste to escape before Theo got it in his head to retaliate. The sudden frantic splashing caught the group’s attention, drawing a judgmental look from Draco and a delighted laugh from Lorenzo.

With a dramatic sigh, you shook off the excess water somewhat dog-like, re-equipping your sunglasses and dropping back down in you chair, savoring the warmth of the sun as it began to drive away the lingering chill of the ocean. Just as you settled into a moment of peace, the vibrant music wafting from the speaker came to a sudden halt.

Lips pursing in disdain, you took a moment to enjoy the unexpected silence before slowly pushing your glasses down to perch on the bridge of your nose. Mattheo was crouched in front of the speaker, confusion clouding his features as he messed with your phone, getting precariously close to dripping water on both devices.

“Can I help you, officer?” you drawled sarcastically, face twisting in offense when Matt waved you off dismissively.

“Your music taste sucks.”

“What?! I wasn’t even playing my usual stuff. I turned on fucking Beach Boys for you all! Who doesn’t like The Beach Boys?”

Your protests were abruptly silenced as Mattheo let out a triumphant “yes!” under his breath, and the dreary tones of The Smiths flooded from the speaker, eliciting a collective groan from the group.

You dramatically clasped your hands over your ears. “Good god, I almost wish I’d let you drown me.”

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Bonus:

Much later, in the early morning hours, you found yourself in the kitchen, having slept fitfully after the long, sun-soaked day at the beach. Alas, you’d still awaken long before sunrise. The small lamp cast a warm, inviting glow in the dimly lit room, illuminating the faint outlines of the countertops. A thin window hung open in front of you, allowing the cool, salty breeze to drift in from the ocean below, carrying with it the distant sounds of nightlife and the gentle, rhythmic crash of waves upon the shore. The moon's full light shimmered across the water, painting the waves in glistening shades of silver.

You admired the tranquil view for a few moments before redirecting your attention to the array of ingredients spread out in front of you, the makings of a fine midnight snack, if you do say so yourself. Humming softly, you found yourself bobbing your head ever so slightly, swaying side to side to the damn catchy Beach Boys song lodged in your mind.

“Key Largo, Montego, baby, why don’t we go…” you mumbled softly before catching yourself. Cursing the 70s band internally, you flinched and spun around to confront the source of the noise when a playful hum picked up the same tune you’d left off on.

Heaving a sigh, you pointed sternly with the hand grasping the butter knife to where Theo stood in the doorway, mischievous grin crowning his lips.

“I swear, you need to start wearing a bell, Nott. It’s not natural to walk that quietly.”

Turning back to your food, your breath hitched when arms unexpectedly slid around your waist, a warm body pressing against your back. Heat flooded your cheeks and you blamed it on the additional body heat provided, the warmth turning to a full blaze when a face nestled into the crook of your neck. Suddenly feeling a little light headed, you focused diligently on functioning normally when a warm breath fanned out over you collarbone.

Your attempts at maintaining your composure were thrown out the window when Theo finally spoke, his voice a teasing whisper. “Sure, you gonna put it on for me?”

Choking on nothing but pure surprise, you wheezed out a cough. Turning to face him, you pointed a finger only for it to end up pressing against his chest with the close proximity.

“Freak!” you accused, incredulous.

He struggled to contain his laughter, raising his hands in surrender. “I was kidding! You should’ve seen your face though.”

꧁ ༺ 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼 ༻ ꧂

[bemyvalentinechallenge]

The Be My Valentine Challenge 2024

An event from @timecanalwayshealyou

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The Be My Valentine Challenge is a challenge for writers, artists, and just any kind of creator, from the first of February to the 14th!

The idea is to create thirteen smaller, lead-up pieces based on the prompts; for example, ficlets/drabbles/one-shots, couplets, small artworks, individual gifs, et. cetera - and finish the challenge with a larger work; a fic, a full poem, a gifset, a big artwork, whatever sparks for you!

They can be a series or separate, and you're free to change mediums or fandoms for different days. If you'd rather create fourteen small works, or all large ones, or a combination of both, that's completely up to you! Prompts can be used after the event, combined, just do whatever! Only "properly" used prompts will be reblogged to this page, however.

The catch; it's all romance prompts, in the spirit of Valentine's Day and because everyone on this site is single and lonely.

Each day has a quote from an iconic or relevant romance film (The Notebook, Red, White and Royal Blue, The Fault In Our Stars, Pride And Prejudice, etc.), an iconic love song, and a romantic cliché, act, or item.

This account will be reblogging a few works (art, drabbles, ficposts, etc.) from the event tag (bemyvalentine2024) each day. Full tagging rules, the transcribed prompt list, and other event details are under the cut. If you're unsure about anything, send in an ask! Happy Creating!

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There will be an ao3 collection open from the first of February to the fourteenth for submission. Artworks, gifsets, etc. posted to tumblr should be tagged appropriately to be seen as part of the event.

The official spotify playlist for the event can be found here.

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Anyone who completes this event is considered a Valentine, and anyone who participates is a Lover. At the end of the event, a form will be put out, so if you wish to be tagged in a masterpost, keep an eye out! I won't be fact-checking, it's an honour system, so please be honest.

There will be completion and participation badges, too! They're in the works as we speak!

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Tagging System:

event tag - #bemyvalentine2024

prompt tag - #bemyvalentineno1, #bemyvalentineno2, etc.

(Or #bemyvalentinealt1, #bemyvalentinealt2, if you use alt promtps)

the theme or specific prompt/s you chose - #love poems, #quote, etc.

fandom or oc - #stranger things, #original content, etc.

any trigger warnings/nsfw tags if needed

and then your own tags!

Only works tagged correctly will be reblogged to this page, so please take note!

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Transcribed Prompt List:

Day 1: "But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for." Because You Loved Me, Celine Dion | Love Poems

Day 2: "I want all of you, forever. You and me. Every day." A Thousand Years, Christina Perri | Growing Old Together

Day 3: "I fell in love with a world through her eyes." Ocean Eyes, Billie Eilish | Love at First Sight

Day 4: "I'd rather die tomorrow than live a hundred years without knowing you." Marry Me, Train | Wedding Vows

Day 5: "My love will keep me from being a lonely spirit." When I Look At You, Miley Cyrus | Long Distance

Day 6: "People do belong to each other, because that's the only chance that anyone's got for true happiness." Home, Edward Sharpe | First Love

Day 7: "It's so nice when you can sit with someone and not have to talk." Sweater Weather, The Neighbourhood | Snowed In

Day 8: "I never wish to be parted from you from this day on." Say You Won't Let Go, James Arthur | Love Letter

Day 9: "You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I'm grateful." Lay Me Down, Sam Smith | Widowed

Day 10: "Hold on, are you writing a song?" I Want To Write You A Song, One Direction | Love Songs

Day 11: "To me, you are perfect." Perfect, Ed Sheeran | Kissing in the Rain

Day 12: "History, huh? Bet we could make some." Love Story, Taylor Swift | Historical Romance

Day 13: "I wish I knew how to quit you." All of Me, John Legend | Making Up

Day 14: "You don't step in love, you fall in. Head over heels." I Will Always Love You, Whitney Houston | Valentine's Day

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[colourfulshadows]

MLOR @may-lancholy Whump Drabble Day 29 On AO3 here

Day 29: Crawling to Safety (Alt. 1)

A snowstorm caught him – icy flakes turning to darts of sorrow and pain. He could not find his way easily; it was a crawl against the coldness and bitterness of nature, against all previous directions and plans. What would he find at the end of this torturous path? Warmth, perhaps? Safety, belonging? But first, he had to find the door, then knock it down, to remove the barrier between his needs and morals. Maybe snow could be beautiful. Inside, in the arms of the man he loved. He needed a fire to relight his heart. Mozart, don’t leave me alone.

[lovingvalentines]

oh i just adore all the stuff im finding here!!😭 i hope it's alright for me to make a request as well! i see u already wrote so much for grusha but... could i please request some grusha x reader where he maybe does something like tagging along w the reader to go clothes shopping for them?

just from the game, he seems like the kind of man who'd try to act all calm and nonchalant and maybe even say that being seen in the city like this would be "so uncool for a gym leader", but of course he would still tag along if his s/o asks him to, even if he does act all tough on the outside. :( maybe his s/o would even convince him to pick out something for himself! sure, he'd say that he already owns enough clothes, but how could he refuse to buy a piece of clothing when his s/o tells him it looks good on him!

sorry for the brainrot, i tried to keep it as short as i could, i just love this man so much!!!

This drabble was so much longer and much better whenever I first wrote it, but the app glitched and deleted the whole thing. I didnt want to have you wait any longer ): sorry it took so long!

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"This is so uncool, Y/N." Grusha groaned as you both walked along the sidewalk.

"No, its not! How is going on a shopping date with your S/O uncool? " Y/N replied.

Grusha adjusted his scarf, "Look, Y/N. It's not walking with YOU that's uncool, it's just going shopping in general thats uncool. "

Y/N rolled their eyes, "Oh come on, Grusha! We NEED some new clothes! You know whats more uncool than shopping? Being out of style. "

Grusha's eyes widened, surprise that their S/O could make a point like that. And he admitted, it WAS a really good point.

"Okay fine, but don't expect me to be happy about this. " he grumbled.

About 3 hours went by of them shopping in pretty much every store they could find. Y/N found plenty, but Grusha had yet to find anything. He was still in a pretty bad mood.

"Okay, one last store! It looks like a sports store too! Maybe you'll find something, babe! " Y/N shouted, excitedly and ran to the store, dragging their boyfriend behind them.

After entering the store, they found the entire place was sectioned off into different sports. They went to the snow sports area to look for something for Grusha.

Grusha picked at pretty much everything but couldn't find really anything he liked.

"Grusha! Look! Look at this cute scarf! " Y/N gasped, handing the accessory to him.

"Ugh, galaxy print? Really? That's so uncool, Y/N..." He moaned.

"Put it on! Cmon, please! I want to see you wearing it! " Y/N put on their puppy eyes.

Grusha groaned and put the scarf on. He looked in the mirror, it didn't look that bad! He actually really loved galaxy print, but it he didn't want to be considered a "cringe XD alt kid" while wearing it.

Y/N gasped, clapping their hands at him.

"It looks so cute! Come on, we HAVE to buy this! " they cheered.

The look on their face was the only thing Grusha ever wanted to see in his life, he sighed, taking the scarf off and walked to the cashier.

Guess he'll deal with the alt kid comments for his lover.

[goblins-riddles-or-frocks]

Masterpost

Grishaverse Fics

Unmaking The Heart of The World — time loop AU, Nikolina, Darklina, Zoyalina, multi ship, grief, post R&R Alina marries Nikolai, but in another timeline, she’s only just been brought to the Little Palace following the discovery of her powers (ongoing)

Éminence Grise — Darklina, Nikolina, fake engagement AU where Alina is betrothed to Nikolai, despite her affair with the Darkling, who has also not showed his hand yet (ongoing)

Penance Without Penitence — Darklina, Nikolina, post R&R, the Darkling is resurrected without his power, so Alina takes him to Keramzin to make up for his wrongs (complete!)

And I Said to the Star, “Consume Me” — Darklina, Darknikolina, alt S&S ending, the Darkling offers Alina a bargain, if she marries him, he won’t kill all her friends (complete!)

The Scorched Sea — Darklina, Darknikolina, role reversal AU, tired of his mother’s austere and fear driven lifestyle, Aleksander Morozova seeks out the Sun Saint and the splendor of the Little Palace

His Creatures — Darknikolina, Volcralai, PWP, after the Spinning Wheel, both Nikolai and the Darkling visit Alina

Heartsickness — Nikolina, past Darknikolina, pre KoS, PWP, when the demon resurfaces, Nikolai flees to Keramzin, to see Alina. Conveniently, her husband is away

Collecting Ashes — Darknikolina, post R&R, bodysharing, Alina takes the Darkling as an amplifier, his consciousness seems to come along with it

Inconvenient Attachments — Darknikolina, past Darkolai, AU where Alina meets Nikolai in the First Army before anyone realizes she's the Sun Summoner

Promises Kept — Nikolina, PWP, during S&S, after her fight with Mal, Alina goes to find Nikolai

Uncharted Waters — Nikolina, post KoS, infidelity, Alina meets Nikolai on the coast. They’re both already married to other people, but that’s not as much of an obstacle as it should be.

Ad Libitum — Darklina one shot, ballet AU set in a twentieth century inspired Ravka, Alina performs at a private event at the Grand Palace

A Reprieve From Thought — Darklina one shot, S&S era PWP set aboard the ship

Spoils of War — Darknikolina, alt S&S ending, dead dove, PWP, Nikolai makes a deal with the Darkling

Tenderness — Darklina one shot, dead dove, PWP, Alina is caught before she escapes the Little Palace on the night of the fete

Infinite Ruin — Darklina one shot, post R&R, Alina holds the Darkling captive

Silence — unrequited Nikolina, Darklina, one shot, post R&R, possession, Nikolai still hears the Darkling’s voice in his head

Clarity — Darklina oneshot, during RoW, PWP, Alina visits the Darkling through the tether one last time

A Reunion — Zoyalina one shot, modern AU, the gang are snowed in at the Christmas Party

In The Morning — Nikolina one shot, only one bed, fluff

Fondness — Nikolina one shot, mildly fluffy character study, Alina has thoughts about her relationship with Nikolai on their wedding night

The Picnic — Genyalina one shot, set during S&S if Genya was with them, fluff

Vanishing — Darknikolina one shot, post R&R, Alina keeps visiting the Darkling's prison A Light That Burns — Darklina one shot, background Nikolina, post R&R, the Darkling returns in Nikolai's body; the country is short a Tsar, and Alina a husband.

Benefits of a Gilded Cage — Darknikolina one shot, Alina puts the third amplifier on the Darkling.

After Midnight — triple drabble, Nikolina, Alina readies for bed

Longing for the Sun — triple drabble, set during KoS, Nikolai has come to dread sleep

Hellsing Fics

Innocents — pre canon, Alutegra one shot, Integra hunts a vampire on her own

Ice — monster of the week one shot, something of a The Thing AU

This Is Where Monsters Weep — one shot collection about a variety of ships and characters

Hold This Heart In Your Teeth — Alutegra one shot, dreams, angst, pining, mild bdsm vibes

In This Darkness, I Have You — Alutegra one shot, PWP, angst, pining, unwanted love confession

The Hand Which Holds The Leash — pre canon, one shot, Alucard attempts to talk to Integra about responsibility, instead the conversation turns to her ancestors

Leave Them And Walk With Dust — Seras and Integra roleswap AU, eventual Sertegra, (ongoing)

Fragments, Glory, And What It Is To Lose — Alutegra one shot, Alucard reflects on his servitude after that first encounter with Anderson

These Truths That Shape Us — one shot, Integra gets her first glimpse at the depth of Hellsing’s experiments, medical horror

Beautiful, Wicked, Brazen — Alutegra one shot, PWP

Summertime — Alutegra one shot, PWP, Integra rewards Alucard

A Diversion — Alutegra one shot, PWP, set after the Museum scene

Spare a Cigarette? — Waltercard one shot, pre canon, the first time Walter encounters Alucard after Integra releases him from the basement

If He Wills It — Aluseras one shot, during the Rio trip, Seras realizes Alucard didn’t have to turn her into a vampire, and she’s angry about it

Waiting — Alutegra one shot, angst, Integra is dead and Alucard has no idea what to do with himself

Dream of Daylight — angst, one shot, horror, a Hellsing soldier was kind to Alucard, he doesn’t take it well

Grief’s Cold Hands — Alutegra one shot, angst, time skip, in the aftermath of the battle of London, and years after, Integra reminisces.

Mercy — one shot, during the Rio trip, Seras asks Alucard why he kills so… enthusiastically

Thirty Years of Silence — Alutegra, post time skip, angst, incomplete atm

The Locked Tomb Fics

Ever Ancient, Ever New — Dios Apate, John forgives Mercymorn, so he resurrects her without her memories. Augustine cannot forgive him

Generosity — Cytherea the First offers to spare Gideon one last time

Healing — Mercymorn is determined to make Cristabel whole again

Misc Fics

The Wild Hunt — Forbidden Game one shot, partial Labyrinth AU, Jenny wishes Zach away, Julian is happy to oblige

Burning For You — BTVS one shot, Faith has a fever, she dreams of Buffy A Kindness — Kushiel’s Legacy one shot, Melisande Shahrizai keeps Phèdre captive

Through Midnights Past — Winternight Trilogy one shot, time travel, Vasalisa Petrovna and Medved traverse the Midnight Road

By Moonlight and Candle’s Flame — Company of Wolves one shot, the Huntsman gets his kiss

Drop By Drop Upon the Heart — Gothic origfic, a young woman marries to escape her father’s occultist eccentricities, but soon discovers something is amiss in her new husband’s home

Apathy — Dracula (2020) one shot, Lucy knows Dracula couldn't mean well, she meets him anyway

A Worthy Sacrifice — Fate/Zero one shot, angst, Saber gets to Irisviel at the theatre in time, but no matter what she’s destined to die

Laundry Day — Fate/Stay Night one shot, fluff, Gilgamesh steals Kirei’s cassock

Fandom Discord Servers

Who Gave Dracula The WiFi Password? — Dracula, Vampire Chronicles, the Locked Tomb, other horror and goth stuff

The Gregs — Grishaverse books!

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 i write for Harry styles, Steve rogers, Ransom Drysdale, Andy Barber, and Bucky Barnes

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harry styles

❁; what are you waiting for *smut; it’s never good to lie

        ⤻ what are you waiting for; aftercare

❁; grandpa styles *fluff; instances where h’s inner grandpa jumps out

❁; my annoying girlfriend *fluff; annoying h, bc it’s what u do best

❁; a perfect mix *fluff; u and h admiring ur newborn

❁; who’s that? *fluff; ur kid thinks chris evans is her father?  ♡

           ⤻ that’s daddy! *fluff; another mix up? 10x more embarrassing 

           ⤻ that’s daddy alt ending *fluff

❁; you’re amazing, don*t worry *fluff/angst; first time going public...kind of

❁; just dance *fluff; h is the sorest loser

❁; vases *fluff; you and h go to bed 

❁; the cat burglar *fluff; your cat like Harry a little too much 

❁; the importance of i love you’s *fluff; you forget to say ily to H

❁; kissies *fluff; morning ‘kissies’ with your little family ♡

❁; what’s in a name *fluff; you must call him accordingly 

❁; lethologica *fluff/angst; pregnant yn & dad!h fluff while seeing how their fam lives w/ the fame (it’s good but descriptions sucks)

❁; always my valentine *fluffity fluff/slight angst; all these valentines you’ve spent together but these will always have a special place in both of your hearts.

❁; a styles snow day *fluff; u and h enjoy your daughter’s first snow day in Boston! 

      ⤻ a styles vacation to hawaii *fluff; the family of three take a fun trip to Hawaii, with mile bumps in the road. It’s ava ofc it’ll be crazy 

❁; i wasn’t supposed to know?! *drabble; harry finds out a secret he wasn’t supposed to know...on national television. 

❁; a night *fluff; a small after the show blurb 

❁; harry’s home *fluff; harry arrives home late, now he has to deal with the wrath of his 3 year old  ♡   

❁; terrible 2′s *fluff; You and Harry’s daughter goes through her terrible twos during Love on Tour.

❁; my love *fluff;  a blurb of ceo!harry taking care of his pregnant wife  ♡

chris evans

❁; a special hat *fluff; it’s Fathers Day, and you get Chris a special gift!  ♡

❁; the couch *fluff; you prank chris  ♡

❁; toot. *fluff; your three-year-old joins Chris in his workout!

andy barber

❁; poor excuse of a husband *smut; the one where Andy dominates, Ransom has no back-bone, and you get to enjoy it all

steve rogers

❁; mafia!gang!dad steve masterlist *fluff;  follow the life of y/n, Elysia, and Steve (a mafia/gang leader trying to be the best dad he can be!)  ♡

❁; captain stupid *angst/fluff; you find out Steve jumped out an airplane, parachuteless 

❁; my baby, my baby*fluff/angst; you ask Steve for one thing before the fight of Thanos (IW)

❁; pool day *smut/fluff;  the one where steve realizes he’s no longer in the 40′s with the bikini you have on  ♡

❁; christmas tree farm *fluff; steve and his family go to a xmas tree farm!

❁;  steve dating bookworm!reader *fluff  

❁; gorgeous *smut; frat!Steve drags you to a frat party, this is not how you wanted your night to go, but you end up getting your way as always  ♡

❁; hey mama *angst/fluff; steve never got the chance to say goodbye to his mother, never got the closure. He woke up out of the ice and was no longer a son. You get him a birthday gift for the comfort he never received.

ransom drysdale

❁; a father’s duty *fluff; ransom takes up the challenge to sew up ur daughters stuffy  ♡

❁; the first tooth *fluff; your daughter loses her first tooth, Ransom is a pain 

❁; poor excuse of a husband *smut; the one where Andy dominates, Ransom has no back-bone, and you get to enjoy it all

bucky barnes

❁; love me for me, it’s all i ask *angst;  Bucky meets your family, but your nerves clouds you judgment. 

❁; a faux pair *fluff; you and alpine do not get along

❁; emotions *angst/fluff; where bucky has problems coming intact w/ his emotions after sam gets hurt

❁; not ur groupie *angst/fluff/*lil smut; you've been hooking up w/ bucky for a while, you've tried cutting him out of your life too-- that doesn't work. It's time he knows you don't want to be that way anymore ♡

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[thekidultlife]

um if you're still doing the drabble, could you do nicknames + wonwoo? <3<3<3

Pairing: Wonwoo x reader

Genre: FLUFF

Word Count: 1k+ (suddenly did not become a drabble! Sorry!)

Warnings: None, just Wonwoo trying not to protest because you suddenly stopped calling him by his nicknames. 😭

❄💙🎮

"Jeon Wonwoo, can you get me that dishcloth, please?"

He is wearing headphones, immersed in a game that he is trying for the first time, but he heard you loud and clear. Hitting alt+f4 on his game, he slowly takes off his headphones, pushes up his glasses and shuffles towards you. His eyes scan your face, trying to look for any signs of trouble in paradise.

"Jeon Wonwoo?" You turn around from the stove and raise an eyebrow at him. "The dishcloth, please?"

"I'm not..." He stops talking.

I'm not 'Jeon Wonwoo', he protests in his mind. I'm your baby. Why aren't you calling me baby?

He knows that you could see it, how flustered he got when you called him by his full name. You never do that. Well, not since five years ago, when you officially started to date him. Wonwoo's mind begins to race. Why were you neglecting to call him by your usual nicknames and endearments for him?

He has never had any issues with his name, but now finds that he hated hearing it from you. He hated how impersonal and un-intimate it sounded coming from you. For what could top off getting called, "Baby!" or "Love!" or "Honey!"? No. Nothing. Not even his full name, which was a major parenting win for his mom and dad.

People love his name. He did, too. But not when you call him with it when he would rather be called your boo, your baby, your sexy boyfriend and hundreds of other nicknames that he had greedily--but quietly--earned and treasured through the years.

He knows that he shouldn't get bothered by you calling him by his full name, but he is. He wants to tell you that he doesn't like it, but he doesn't know how to say so in a way that won't reveal how much of a childish boyfriend he truly is inside.

This thought process in his mind happened in just split seconds, but it felt like forever as he slowly nears the kitchen counter and watches as you busy yourself with cooking tonight's dinner. The first snow of winter had fallen again on the first of December, and it had been a five-year running tradition to eat an enormous, home-cooked feast when the first snow falls.

Some people think that Wonwoo's as expressive as a statue, but you know him the most. The microexpressions on his face, no matter how infinitesimal, were never lost to you. Hence, he knows that despite your nonchalant tone and behavior, you could see the panic in his eyes and sense the confusion brewing within him.

"Okay, I'll get the...dishcloth." He shoves his hands in his pockets and stands by the kitchen counter, eyeing the dishcloth that is sitting innocently on the counter. "Love?"

"Mm-hmm?" Your back is turned as you check the oven.

He struggles with the right words to say. He fiddles with a pretty spot on the cuff of his woolen sweater, where you had embroidered his initials.

"Jeon Wonwoo, please speak up," you say in an light, airy tone that unsettles him all the more. "Is there something wrong? Dinner's almost ready--"

--without saying a word, Wonwoo strides over to you in a swift fashion. He turns off the stove, pulls you away from the amber lights of the kitchen, and makes you sit with him on the living room couch.

Taken aback, you sit with him there, mouth open for the first few seconds, wide-eyed and clearly amused.

As he pushes away an errant lock of hair that had gotten onto your face, he simply sits back, holds your hands and studies you carefully. The smell of roast and some vegetable stew waft in from the kitchen. The fireplace across the couch is crackling with a bright warmth, and a part of him is still excited to try out Genshin Impact. But nothing could distract Wonwoo from looking at you, and from figuring out why you kept calling him by his name.

Bubbles of laughter begin to burst out of your mouth as he keeps staring at you.

"You're being weird," you say to him, giggling. "Jeon Wonwoo, you're being weird!" You pull him close to plant a sweet kiss on his lips.

"No," he replies, kissing you back. "You're the one being weird."

"I am?" You giggle at his words again, and Wonwoo begins to smile between kisses.

"You keep calling me by my name." He isn't proud of his tone, which sounds a bit whiny and pouty. "You keep calling me, 'Jeon Wonwoo'!" He compensates for being such a five-year-old by smothering you with more kisses. As you keep shaking with laughter, he becomes furious with himself for not catching onto the fact that you had been teasing him all along.

"Why not?" You ask slyly as he burrows his face in your neck. "Jeon Wonwoo's your name, isn't it?" You play with the ends of his sweater. "Aren't you Jeon Wonwoo?"

"I am." he says in a small voice that sounded muffled. "But..."

"But...?" He could feel you smile with delight at his petulant tone.

"...but I'm not Jeon Wonwoo to you." He stops burrowing his face onto your neck and looks at you with a rather indignant expression.

"Really?" He reads the fake surprise on your face and he grins at you as you keep pretending to be surprised. "Wow, I never thought there was a distinction like that."

He presses a kiss onto your lips. "I'm your, 'Baby'." Another kiss. "'Love'." Another kiss. "'Honey'. And I'm also your boyfriend with the sexy abs." He smiles as he kisses you again, deeper. "I'm not Jeon Wonwoo to you. I have a hundred names that you made for me and I would love to get more. Just...not 'Jeon Wonwoo'."

You laugh again, but this time, you pull him close to you. "My, my. What a child you are..." You beam at him. "Jeon Wonwoo."

"Stop calling me that," he groans as he playfully pins you down on the couch. But before he could kiss you again, he hears the door open and voices call out his name and yours. He sighs and helps you get up. And as he turns away from you, he sees Soonyoung's mischievously smiling face.

"He didn't like it when you dropped the nicknames, didn't he?" Soonyoung says as he saunters off to the kitchen carrying groceries. "Told ya!"

"Y/N, you stopped calling him, Sexy Abs? Bet he didn't like that, since he keeps humbly bragging about it when he's with us," Jun says as he winks at you.

"Go away, Jun." Wonwoo scratches his head and looks at you apologetically. "Sorry. They keep thinking about the coolest nicknames a few nights ago and I had to put that out there."

"Huh," is all you say in response, along with raised eyebrows and a teasing smile on your lips.

Seungcheol points a finger at the both of you. "I don't wanna feel single tonight, so please keep calling him by his first name. Damn, I wish someone would call me baby."

"Shut up," a chorus of voices exasperatedly shouts.

"Nicely done, Y/N," Hansol says with a grin on his face, which gets a tad bit restrained when his eyes land on Wonwoo's face. "Oops. Sorry, hyung."

"Keep up the good work. Call me if you need more training with pranking him. He's a tough one," Jeonghan says before following the others to the kitchen, where a ruckus of pots and pans and bickering is ensuing. "And don't make me feel single tonight, either!"

"They knew about this?" Wonwoo looks at you with that incredulous expression. "All of them?"

"Actually," Jisoo says coyly before also entering the kitchen, "this was our idea. Just to spice up the first day of winter! Nothing like annoying you to get us all pumped up for December."

As the rest of the boys pile into the kitchen, Wonwoo stands beside you, speechless. Smiling at him, you wrap your arms around his neck for a final kiss.

"Let's go, baby," you say with a wink. And despite how ridiculous he felt about getting pranked, he could not help but smile as he lets you drag him into another chaotic but heartwarming December dinner.

❄💙🎮

A/N: I hope you like this, @gostickywombat!!!

- Leanne.

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Masterlist

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Hello! Welcome to my blog! This is my masterlist, where you will find almost every piece I’ve written. Each piece has additional warnings at the top so please check those!

Updated: 07/21/21

A small legend: 

gn: gender-neutral

tm: trans masc

afab: assigned female at birth

f: fem reader

m: male reader

nsfw: content that is usually sexual in nature

hcs: headcanons

pieces: usually 180-1800 word drabbles

Slashers

Jason Voorhees

Hcs:

First Kiss gn

Giving a Lap Dance gn 

Slashers Getting Pampered gn 

Slashers x nervous Reader gn 

Jealousy hcs m

Slashers as DBD Killers gn

Pieces:

For you. f (mentioned) pt.1

Dedicated To You.  gn (no mentions of gender) pt.2

Sanguine gn

Mojito gn

Rob Zombies Michael Myers 

Hcs:

x clumsy goth Reader gn

x Reader (related to Loomis) gn 

Slashers x nervous Reader gn

Pieces:

Full Course gn slight nsfw

Michael Myers

Hcs:

Taking Care of Sick S/O gn

x Magical Girl!Reader gn despite prompt

Giving a Lap Dance gn 

Slashers Getting Pampered gn

Slashers x nervous Reader  gn 

Mark of Incision f nsfw  (a 6 chapter au for michael myers: a little ooc AO3 link)

Pieces:

locked in. pt.1 gn

keeper. pt.2 gn nsfw

Under a Blanket of Blue gn nsfw

Heavy Metals gn 

A Friend from Work gn

(There is another section for Michael below, the difference being Dead by Daylight standards bc I know some people don’t play this game. It’s not that good. 😔)

Bubba Sawyer

Hcs:

First Kiss gn

Sfw and Nsfw hcs f nsfw

Domestic Fluff hcs gn

x Magical Girl!Reader  gn

x Feral Alt s/o gn

Giving a Lap Dance gn 

Slashers Getting Pampered gn

Slashers x nervous Reader  gn

Pieces:

Right Action gn nsfw

Angst Prompt 37 gn

Free Room gn nsfw

Billy Lenz

Hcs:

Sfw and Nsfw hcs f nsfw

x shy goth Reader gn

x trans masc Reader tm 

x reader who loves plants gn 

Pieces:

Sleeping Dust Bunnies gn

Vulnerability gn nsfw

Lent tm

Angst Prompt 23 gn

Asa ‘The Collector’ Emory

Hcs:

x Detective!Reader gn

x Blind Singer!Reader gn

x Reader who attracts bugs gn

Pieces:

Lovely Letters gn

Anything gn

By Similar Methods gn

Catalogs gn

I Don’t Live Today gn

Thomas Brown Hewitt

Hcs:

First Kiss gn

Sfw and Nsfw hcs f nsfw

Slashers Getting Pampered gn

Slashers x nervous Reader gn

Jealousy hcs m 

Pieces:

In the Middle of May afab nsfw

Harry Warden

Hcs:

Nsfw hcs gn nsfw

x clumsy goth Reader gn

Slashers as DBD Killers gn

Pieces:

Light Headed gn nsfw

Daniel ‘Candyman’ Robitaille

Hcs:

x Reader with allergies gn

Brahms Heelshire 

Hcs:

Slashers as DBD Killers gn

Dead by Daylight Killers

Max ‘The Hillbilly’ Thompson Jr.

Hcs:

First Kiss gn

Sad Hc gn 

Frank ‘The Legion’ Morrison

Hcs:

Nsfw hcs gn nsfw

x Male s/o with a dog m

Killers x sweet Reader gn 

Pieces:

Red Strings gn

Snow Blind afab nsfw 

Michael ‘The Shape’ Myers

Hcs:

x Reader slapping their ass gn

Pieces:

My Blue Heaven gn pt.1

Blues in the Night gn pt.2

Drabbles gn

Sad Hc gn

Danny ‘The Ghostface’ Johnson

Hcs:

x Magical Girl!Reader  gn

x Male s/o with a dog m 

Killers x sweet Reader gn

Pieces:

Bargaining with the Devil gn nsfw

Nothing More  gn

Drabbles gn 

Anna ‘The Huntress’

Pieces:

Kiss Prompt 11 gn

Kiss Prompt 47 gn

Kiss Prompt 50 gn

Drabbles gn

Evan ‘The Trapper’ Macmillan

Hcs:

x Male s/o with a dog m

x Reader slapping their ass gn

Sad Hc gn

Pieces:

Drabbles gn

Susie ‘The Legion’

Hcs:

Nsfw hcs gn nsfw

Pieces:

Fluff Prompt “Can I uh kiss you?”  gn

Pretty Little Black Eyes gn NSFW

Amanda ‘The Pig’ Young 

Hcs: 

Sad Hc gn

x Reader slapping their ass gn

Pieces:

Fluff Prompt “Are you tired? Here, I’ll carry you the rest of the way.” gn

Angst Prompt 17 gn 

Joey ‘The Legion’ 

Hcs: 

Killers x sweet Reader gn

Philip ‘The Wraith’ Ojomo 

Hcs: 

Killers x sweet Reader  gn 

Sad Hc gn

Kiss hcs + blurb gn 

x Reader slapping their ass gn

Pyramid Head ‘The Executioner’

Pieces:

A Case of Bleeding Flesh gn

Sad Hc gn

x Reader slapping their ass gn

Kazan ‘The Oni’ Yamaoka

Hcs: 

Sick Reader hcs gn

Sad Hc gn

x Reader slapping their ass gn

Pieces:

A Star in the Night afab nsfw

Bubba ‘The Cannibal’ Sawyer: 

Hcs:

Sad Hc gn

x Reader slapping their ass gn

Rin ‘The Spirit’ Yamaoka:

Adiris ‘The Plague’:

Caleb ‘The Deathslinger’ Quinn:

Hcs:

x Reader slapping their ass gn

Ji-Woon ‘The Trickster’ Hak:

Hcs:

x Reader slapping their ass gn

Nemesis T-Type ‘The Nemesis’

Hcs:

Fluff hcs gn 

x Reader slapping their ass gn

Pieces:

Already Yours angst gn

Herman ‘The Doctor’ Carter:

Hcs:

x Reader slapping their ass gn

Dead by Daylight Survivors

Dwight Fairfield

Hcs:

First Kiss  gn

x Killer s/o gn 

Sad Hc gn 

Pieces:

Core gn nsfw

Angst Prompt 17 gn 

David King

Pieces:

Gratification gn nsfw

Quentin Smith

Hcs:

General cute hcs gn

Sad Hc gn

Pieces:

Angst Prompt 7 gn 

Claudette Morel:

Hcs:

Sad Hc gn

Meg Thomas:

Ace Visconti:

Feng Min:

Laurie Strode:

Jane Romero:

Yui Kimura:

Zarina Kassir:

Cheryl Mason:

Élodie Rakoto:

Steve Harrington:

Hcs:

Sad Hc gn

Pieces:

Yandere Prompt ‘You’re all I ever think about’ gn 

Jeff Johannson:

Kate Denson:

Yun-Jin Lee:

: Let me know if any of the links aren't working. Please read warnings at the top of each post I don’t mean to upset anyone. Thanks for reading !! :

[yi-dashi]

//Actually, I have never really thought about this before. The implication, as it isn’t explicitly stated, is that Yi’s sword boots are something his parents made. The are canonical smiths, so it would make sense that a craft of theirs would be used to honor them. The swords are something Yi keeps on his person at least, and they fit in sheathes that adorn the place he buried his only noted family.

  I like to think that similar design beats carry similar explanations across AUs. For instance, any AU where Yi has the goggles is an AU where Doran exists and knew Yi. So any AU with a sword boot motif can also be an AU where he is compelled to carry them in memory of his parents. So lets do a silly, long-winded post about it, shall we? Let’s look at all the in game skins, their sword boot status, and suss out any headcanon commentary about them oh boy no more skins riot.

Assassin — Does indeed have sword boots, though they are of a different design. Assassin is an alternate history of base canon, where Yi makes a life for himself as a contract killer in Noxian territory. There aren’t many divergences from base canon pre war... except that his parents just made a different style of sword perhaps? Probably not, but I’m laughing about this for whatever reason. He might carry these blades instead of the real deal, as he can’t really go back home to retrieve them right now.

Chosen — Does not have boot lightsabers. Very sad. This could be a product of his home planet literally being blown up, or some other planetary catastrophe that meant he could never go back and get a craft of his parents. I’ve always thought of Chosen as a beat for beat canon remake, just in space, but I suppose I’ve not revisited this AU since Yi’s newest base lore. Him not being able to gravekeep could have some interesting implications. But anyway, does that mean his parents were making the lightsabers of this verse?

Ionia — Does not have any sword boots, which makes sense at least in headcanon. It is war regalia, or ceremonial attire. Not even an AU. If Yi was wearing this in base canon he still might strap the swords to himself, but if Ionia issued anything like this during wartime then he wouldn’t have had them yet. I have always loved the idea that Ionia is so magical, that pink being the standard color of army attire could have actually been camouflage.

Samurai — I like Samurai because he doesn’t actually have sword boots, in part because he’s not wearing boots. He keeps the two swords on his belt, which is a nice compromise that looks cool. Samurai is another alternate history of base canon, set a century or more in the future. He could literally be paying homage to his younger self, and may not even have his parents original crafts anymore. Hence why the two swords are in theme with his Samurai design. He’s taken up different sword forms by this point.

Headhunter — Apparently I have false memories of Headhunter having sword boots, because he doesn’t. Headhunter is a weird verse to me now. Used to be Alt History, now it is like.... they are part of a race of hunter aliens? Which, I mean, that’s the theme they were riffing off anyway but... I’m not gonna get into it here. His parents would have also been a part of this hunting species I suppose? Maybe too busy hunting to make swords? Maybe they made the bladed toes on his boot? Maybe they were armor or gunsmiths? I’ll have to think about it.

PROJECT — No sword boots, just cool shoes. This makes sense, as Yi would have lost everything he owned to the experimentation. Maybe Pyke knows where all his stuff is, ahahaha. Yi doesn’t knows he is human, or that he would have parents in this verse yet. I wonder how those memories will go down when they come back? I’d love to build this verse to a point where Yi knew he was human in some way, but I’ll just have to drabble about it when I can.

Cosmic — No sword boots, just some circles that orbit his shoes?? Makes sense. Cosmic probably has no parents. He is his own parent. Though, I will say that any AU featuring Yi in a faction where he has not experienced a Wuju cleansing... doesn’t bode well. The Dark Star is lurking. Light could be the last thing to exist in a universe filled with black holes? He’s not that important but still watch out.

Eternal — No swords, and no boots. Just nice shoes. Figures, since Yi is at a point in his life where his School may not have been destroyed yet. He left it, and so did Fiora, so this Wuju equivalent might have more hope than in base canon. He’ll probably find some swords to strap to his boots when he returns. Was the Sword of Jade worth it, my poor sweet child? RIP Yi’s parents in the potential future of Immortal Journey. They are probably ten times cooler in this verse at least, given that swords have great powers. This isn’t even mentioning the amount of swords he just has in general.

Snow Man — No carrots on his fluffy boots! Man, imagine snow people in their snow smithy, shaving carrots into weaponry. Who is Yi’s parent? The Poro King? Like I said, having Yi in your faction does not bode well for the Poro King vs Ice King Twitch. Since he made Yi, then he should prepare to be dead from some calamity his creation could have prevented. And then prepare for snow boy to tend all the snow graves oh nooooooo.

Blood Moon — Man, a lot of skins ditched the sword boots, didn’t they? IDK what’s going on with BM. Maybe I’ll flesh it out more some day. Yi probably had parents, they were still probably blacksmiths, and Wuju was probably destroyed. No time for honoring your parents by carrying their blades around. Time to kill. Demons are your new parents now. Or if Wuju was not destroyed, then you know how it goes.

PsyOps — Once again I have false memories. PsyOps ain’t got no sword boots. Instead, I like to think they replaced them with the dog tags he has. It’s probably not to do with his parents, but it is a similar feel. He’s still honoring the people he’s lost. He has a set of three around his neck, and a set of two on his sword, the latter he looks at longingly in his animations. At least one person has died that he cares about, maybe more depending on the ID system. RIP whoever Ezreal replaced, probably.

The moral of this post is that I have a lot of false memories about who has sword boots, and funnily enough its all the Alt History verses that have them. Makes sense in the end, I suppose.

[a-s-illustrations]

Christmas Festival Drabble.

I do not own Transformers or the OC presented in this drabble .

Genre: Fluff/ Mild Angst.

Characters: Drift. Archangel (OC) Mentions of Ratchet.

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Drift snagged out the box of festival ornaments, looked at them and then sighed. He shoved the box back. As much as he wished to start decorating their habsuite once more like he used when he bonded with Rathet; he wasn't sure if his new conjunx would be as willing to have their rooms gaudily and garishly adorned. He pulled the box out again. He could just show Archangel the ornamanes, explain and ask him if he wanted to share in this silly human festival. He fiddled with the box flaps and then shoved it back again. No. Archangel was never one for indulging in superfluous things. Sure the mech humoured him in some things but this might be pushing it too far. He put the box back. He didn't need to relive old traditions to have good memories with the Seeker. They would simply have to build their own.

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Archangel looked down at the box marked CHRISTMAS DECORATIONS. He recalled hearing about this during his time on earth; had seen the humans go all out when they celebrated the festival that had something to with a fat man in a red suit, flying animals and gift giving. The deeper meaning was more religious in nature; the gift of a life for the salvation of a race. It was no real surprise that Drift would be attracted to the festival. what was surprising, was that the mech hadn't mentioned that he wanted to celebrate it here on Cybertron. Usually the Swordmech was a bundle of high energy when he got excited about something and often dragged Archangel along with him; not that Archangel minded; most of the time. But this time Drift had been holding back. He frowned a little opening the box and fiddling through the carefully organized ornaments, recognising Ratchet's meticulous labelling. His helm tilted a little as it began to dawn on him as to why his Speedster would be hesitant to ask him. Drift had always been careful to never let Archangel feel like he needed to compared to Ratchet. He came across a few photos in the box, flipping though them and idea forming in his mind.

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(a few days later)

Drift received a message on his HUD; a smile breaking accross his face as he saw Archangel's tag. It was a request to meet at a docking port. He clocked at optical plate at the od request but sent his affirmative and shifted fluidly to his alt to get there quickly. Archangel was waiting at a small ship in the docking port as Drift, shifted to his bipedal mode.

"Sweetspark," Drift asked eyeing the ship, "What's going on?"

Archangel merely gave him a slight smile and beconed him to the ship, opening the door and ushering Drift in with a firm servo at his lower back. Drift was still looking at Archangel curiously when his finisla got tangled up in tinsel.... Wait..tinsel? Drift reached up to snag the streamer from around his audials flare, mouth open.

"What...?" he stuttered.

"That's unfortunate," Archangel rumbled behind him, the door sealing shut with a hiss, "I had hoped I would have compensated for your finials with the decorations. Seems I miscalculated. But the rest seems to be holding up." Drift turned to look at the Seeker; optics taking the heavily decorated ship interior. tinsel hung in wide loops, ornaments draped from consols and others stuck to the walls. Archangel gave him a soft smile; wings jutting straight up; a sign he was nervous. "You... Do you like it?" he asked.

Drift reached to cup Archangel's cheeks in both servos. "I adore it," He replied, "I would have never expected this. How did you know?"

Archangel wrapped both arms around Drift's waist. "You are not as subtle as you would like to think my dear," He said, rolling his optics before leaning to plant a kiss to Drift's forehelm. "Now scoot around, I still have one more surprise for you and I need to reach the navigation console."

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The trip was a short one, just a few hours really but Archangel was sad to have it end. Drift had been singing some of the humans carols and while the mech didn't have the best vocals; it was still very pleasant to hear him sing. Better to see him smile and grow excited as the ship announced they had arrived. This was more like his Speedster. As they exited Drift's frame shifted a little in the frosty air. Archangel tugged out two scarves from his subspace wrapping a bright red one around Drift's neck and shoulders and then a bright blue for himself. Drift opened his mouth to ask something. Archangel simply rested a digit on his lipplates and pointed up.

"We are just in time," He said softly. As if on cue; soft glowing light began falling from the sky. Much like the snow on Earth. Drift gasped, looking up in awe, then back to Archangel, then back up. A huge smile broke out over his faceplate as he reached to touch the lights laughing a little.

That made all this effort worthwhile for Archangel as the he took a few optical photos. As Drift grabbed him, pulling him into a strong embrace and a sweet kiss; the Seeker felt that it was very worthwhile indeed. And perhaps now they could add a few more photos to the box.

The End.