#working on a multichapter fic; first one in awhile

[onepieceproshipconfessions]

Character A wants to partake in their weird kink with Character B. What do people like more, when A frames it as a dare they know B won't back down from, or when B will genuinely try anything once?

[katnissdoesnotfollowback]

Ten Years of Fanfiction Mania

A few housekeeping notes.

2024 marks ten years since I started posting fanfiction and I've always wanted to mark an anniversary with something kinda fun. My original plan for this insane idea was to feature two of my completed fanfiction works per month and open my inbox to questions/discussions/headcanons, and yes prompts for outtakes and future takes, what have you for those particular stories. I have 12 completed multichapter fics that were not written as gifts for someone, and I fully intended to feature one of those per month plus a one shot or group of drabbles.

Obviously, I've fallen behind on that, mainly because I took on a little too much in the month of December (which is definitely one of my worst flaws so hahaha Hubris), but also because the response to the first featured fic, Wrapped in Red, was overwhelmingly larger than what I expected. Which... I absolutely love and cannot express how flattered I am that you all took such an interest.

So. I still have four prompts for Wrapped in Red in my inbox, and I fully intend to write them. So if you haven't seen yours yet, it's on my To Do list.

I wanted to wait until I'd written all of them before I feature another fic, but honestly... we could be waiting awhile for that. Instead, I'm going to go ahead and post what should have been the second December '23 featured fic, and in a few days, I'll post the first of the January ones and continue at an accelerated rate until I'm back on track. Since I don't anticipate nearly the same kind of response for most of my other stories, hopefully I'll still be able to catch up.

Thanks everyone for your patience, your understanding, and also for your love for my stories.

<3 kdnfb

[chaosgoblinhours]

What's the 'directors cut' for Exit Trajectory? That fic is one of the most interesting I've read and I'd love to hear your thoughts on it!

ngl i reblogged the director's cut meme and instantly forgot what director's cut meant, so uh you're just going to get me rambling.

First of all thanks for enjoying it!!! From what I remember of it, i had been reading a lot of time travel star wars fics, and i hadn't written any piett in awhile, while also having fox rot. I had the urge to write a time travel, and piett is a very fun character to think about in a time travel situation. Even if hes technically a kid. Adult brain back in kid body? Its always fun idea to me.

And piett!!! He knows too much. Could he take a long course in trying to fix everything neatly and work himself into a slightly different grave? Yeah. But he would also take a moment to realize he could fix things so much faster if he just, took out the emperor. Wont fix everything, but even if he did caught, hes just a traumatized outer rim kid. Its fine. Hes totally fine. (Hes not).

Meanwhile the pov isnt from pietts side. Its from fox's. Who doesnt know who this kid is or the idea of time travel and just this kid definitely has something weird going on upstairs, but he did shoot the chancellor with a overpowered prototype railgun of a rifle so, uh, what is he supposed to do about that?

The kid could be crazy. Or he is very serious. Who else would claim that the chancellor to the entire republic was a sith lord that was commandeering the entire war ??? Or is this all a ruse to throw some poor nameless rim kid under the bus??? Fox doesnt get paid enough for this

Also the kid has deeper eyebags than he does. Thats illegal. You cant do that. Whos taking care of this kid he has words. (Is this child free? Yes? Ok-)

(also this fic had a second part that was in my brain but i resisted the urge to write another multichapter fic and forgot the plot lol )

[thechaoticfanartist]

Writer 20 Questions

Thank you for the tag @ninjasawakenedmystar !!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

83

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

278,714. TCWGANV definitely takes the bulk of that.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mainly Star Wars but I have written a few Undertale fics as well.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

1) The Clone Wars Gets A New Victim

2) our last goodbye

3) i changed to save you (but i was too late)

4) quiet fire

5) The Red Scarf

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

I try my best too but sometimes I get just overwhelmed with happiness and can't figure out a way to word a response.

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

Without going through all my fics I just want to say TCWGANV because it hasn't failed to make me cry and I wrote the ending to it almost two years ago now. However the ending is probably a lot more bittersweet than angsty. So it would probably be one will die (before he gets there)

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

A Happy Ending For Everyone (Except Palpatine)

Which is an old fic but I barely write happy stories 😅

8. Do you get hate on your fic?

Yes. I've gotten hate for TCWGANV and our last goodbye. Most of the hate goes for TCWGANV though, which is especially aimed at Grim. Who has of course, gotten hate outside of my fics with her.

9. Do you write smut?

No.

10. Do you write crossovers?

I have a couple Star Wars x Undertale crossover fics. I actually recently decided to redo the entire AU awhile ago but never finished the concept art for it. Here's my togruta Toriel design for this AU actually:

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of fortunately.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No I haven't. It would be cool if someone did translate one of my fics though.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

I have not, and although it could be interesting, I think I'd end up getting stuck with how I saw the story going.

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

I'm not going to lie probably grimsoka.

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

That's actually probably a good portion of my WIPs. Soldier In Peacetimes was an interesting Time Travel AU though that could have a nice ending if I ever got back to it.

16. What’s your writing strengths?

Definitely dialogue! Although I would also say probably just scenes that really dive into a character's emotional pain as well. I love hurting my blorbos <3

17. What’s your writing weaknesses?

Describing what a character looks like. I know I don't have to do that for the majority of canon characters but I rarely, if ever, describe what Grim looks like 😭

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

I think it depends on the fic tbh. I haven't really done this before. Except now I'm struggling in ALATL because of the beginning of Return Of The Jedi and all the huttese.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Undertale! (Although this was before I had A03)

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

The Clone Wars Gets A New Victim. I think it's always going to have a special place in my heart. It's my longest fic and was the first time I really finished a multichapter story. I don't think even As Long As There's Light is going to replace TCWGANV in my heart.

I'm tagging: @jedi-valjean @jgvfhl @shrinkthisviolet @veradragonjedi @darth-caillic and anyone else who wants to do this!

[celestialpaperhaze]

What inspired you to write "The new void"? 🙃

! This post does not contain spoilers for The New Void !

(Yep you read that right)

The Short Answer:

It was fandom, primarily! I discovered fandom around 2021, and it was right after my experiences with the two games. That excitement, paired with the various themes of 2020 and 2021 that somehow worked their way into my story, inspired The New Void!

The Long Answer:

It’s hard for me to think of one specific thing that inspired me, I think it was really a variety of factors. The first is that I played Super Paper Mario just a few months before I played The Origami King, so I was still deeply interested in SPM when the new game came around. This coincided with my introduction to fandom as a whole in 2020-2021. I didn’t grow up in the same internet space as a lot of other people I know, so that was a new experience for me and it really helped me feel connected to something bigger! Having been a writer since elementary school, the pieces sort of started falling into place then. Once I saw what kinds of passion projects a fandom can be home to, I started writing my own stuff for Paper Mario!

(Fun fact: The New Void isn’t actually my first multichapter fic project—the REAL first one can’t be found online because I never put it there. I had two stories that never reached the Archive, one was about Nastasia’s side of things during the events of SPM [it relied too heavily on fanon for my liking], and the other was…Count Bleck’s autobiography? Hey, I never published it for a reason >:()

Anyway, the first idea for The New Void came from a different (again, non-published) fic I wrote, where Olly is taunted about his childish decisions by a disembodied voice. I had no explanation for where this disembodied voice might have come from, at the time it was just me personifying the more critical side of the fandom. But eventually, I had the thought: What if the voice was the Chaos Heart? I was still heavily impressed/influenced by @darkmarxsoul's Chaos Trilogy at the time, so the idea came to me pretty quickly. Then I started brainstorming other things, like how a crossover like that would work, why Olly would have the Chaos Heart in the first place, how it would be talking to him (I didn’t want to copy darkmarx), etc…

And then, eventually…

(I actually started writing before then but it was on undated paper)

(Also it took me awhile before I started posting--I wanted to make sure I could follow through!)

All-in-all, while it was my enthusiasm for fandom that inspired me to write The New Void, it was I think a certain love that kept me going all the way through. Not just love for the games and the characters I was working with, but love for the fandom that I was giving to.

It was also free time. Man, do I miss having that much free time on my hands…

Thanks so much for the ask! <3

[chaos-monkeyy]

First lines game

Rules: Share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able and see if there are any patterns! (tagged by @trainofcommand - thank you 😁)

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Thrawn winced, squirming yet again as another heated pang of need tightened his aching midsection.

“You know, um,” Aziraphale said as Crowley gunned the Bentley’s engine heading away from the bombed-out church, “that was a very nice thing… you did for me.” 

Oh no, he’s hot. 

Slouched back in his seat, Cassian took a drink and eyed the very nice ass that was unfortunately walking away from his and Brasso’s booth at the back of the cantina. 

I took the stairs down to my apartment at a three-at-a-time run, wincing when each landing jolt sent a hard shock through my screaming bladder— and an accompanying spray of heat that made my already, and embarrassingly, damp boxers even wetter.

Crowley eased off on the spur-of-the-moment kiss he’d pressed to Aziraphale’s lips in a ridiculous fit of mortal-inspired romanticism, and… waited. 

Mobius woke up groggily the next morning with a minor headache, sore legs, and… 

Evan drifts to a halt, blinking, and frowns at the field of wildflowers waving quietly in the breeze in front of him. 

“So, you ready for the best part of the tour?” Sheppard asked, eyebrows lifting in a slightly too innocent expression and his tongue slipping out to wet his lips.

“So let me make sure I’ve got this straight,” Yularen said skeptically as he strode with Thrawn down one of the Chimaera ’s many corridors. 

(for multichapter works, I went with the first line of the most recently published chapter instead of the first line of the entire fic cause... some of those were originally published awhile ago 🤣🙈)

Patterns, patterns... hm. I just like to start bang in the middle of Stuff Already Happening I guess? 😂 And I tend to start with either a person's name or dialogue. It that a pattern?

This was fun!! I don't know who all has done it, so no-pressure tags if you want: @knight-of-skyloft @might-be-a-lynx @loki-is-my-kink-awakening @adamastache and anyone else who sees it and wants to play, tag me!

[lady-of-the-spirit]

how do you come up with ideas for your fics? do you plan them out a lot in advance or do they just come to you suddenly and you write them out asap?

If there's one thing you can be sure of, it's that I will NOT write them out ASAP. I will sit on them for a while before doing anything about it. I think maybe there are a few exceptions, and those would have been fics I ended up writing spur-of-the-moment, usually when I was on my computer and needing to do something else (homework).

(fics written directly into the ao3 text box at 1am my beloveds)

but yeah besides that, once I have an idea I usually sit on it for awhile before writing it down. I want to work through the idea at least a couple times before I start , so I have some idea of what I'm gonna be doing - whether it's just a couple of scenes or just the general plot, I'm gonna be thinking about it a lot before I do anything to make it real.

But like. the levels of planning depend on the fic. Because sometimes, often, I'll just jump in head first with only a basic plot idea and some sense of how I want it to go, some key scenes, and go from there. Sometimes when I want it to be slightly more complex, I make a word doc and create a timeline or plot development bulletpoint list. to keep track of everything and how it's gonna go. that's usually how I do longer multichaptered fics as well, since like. A oneshot, even a long one, is still contained in that one fic. A multichaptered fic can be so long I'm gonna need NOTES.

As for how I come up with ideas... i don't know honestly! Sometimes I'm just kinda going along and daydreaming and they'll hit me. Sometimes I'll be watching/reading and be like "ooh it would be fun/fucked up if it went like THIS instead-". sometimes I'm just annoyed/disappointed there aren't any fics like I want to read in the fandom so I'm like "FINE I'll do it myself then!!" sometimes I'm chatting with a friend and we're like Oh here's an idea!!!! it's a mixed bag.

Talk shop tuesday!

[rockinlibrarian]

For the fanfic ask game: E, M, P, and R. :)

That would be THIS Fanfic Ask Game. Thanks for asking! I love answering! (You, too, non-Assaily Reader, can Ask as well!)

E: If you wrote a sequel to [insert fic], what would it be about?

I don't know, what fic? I think if I HAVE any sequel ideas, they're in process at least. A lot of my fics take place within the same timeline, like, so they're in series, like The Loudermilk Chronicles; or how I thought I'd write just one Fiktor fic to get it out of my system and ended up adding not just chapters to that one but several sequels because apparently I can't stop. A lot of my fics, on the other hand, are outright prequels-- the sequel to them is the source material itself!-- because one of my favorite ways to conceive of fanfiction is by saying "I wonder how THAT happened?"-- how characters met* or how certain situations at the start of canon came to be.

*I just reread this one recently for the first time in awhile and it's a dang good little slow burn romance-based-on-friendship if I do say so myself.

Actually I'm not sure I actually answered that question. Oh, but here's an example that might fit better in the next answer:

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you'd care to share?

I thought of doing a series-- or maybe just a bunch of excerpts-- jumping off of the Viktor Tells the Show to His Therapist fic: if I was feeling REALLY ambitious I'd do the Show in Therapy Form from every individual sibling's POV. But that might be TOO ambitious. I started writing that fic in the first place because I was thinking of a Fiktor-related spin on the therapy fic, and that original idea does still come out and haunt me sometimes.

But I also have a bunch of Works in Not-Progress that EXIST more than a premise, actual files in Scrivener, but are still pretty much on the back burner. Like the story of Cary and Kerry at college, and several crack Legion pieces based on dreams; there are a few DWJ scenes; my Ghosts I Have Been ship; and the rest of poor poor "Tesseract" which I PROMISE has not been abandoned no matter what it looks like. And I've got the Riordanverse study "Child of Hypnos" which is almost done even though I haven't worked on it in awhile, but I've also since read The Sun and the Star in which Hypnos actually appears as a character and is almost nothing like Hypnos in my story, which annoys me, because mine is better, but I don't know if that makes him non-canonical now or what.

I was actually having a "who even cares about my stories" moment in the past couple of days, so getting to talk about upcoming ideas is sort of helping to counteract it?

I'm waiting to hear back from a beta on my Legion meets the Wizard of Oz fic, which will hopefully then be the next thing posted, then after that-- well, I guess deciding what to write after that was giving me the "nobody cares" moment, because I couldn't decide what to work on next. I might do the next chapter of "Captain with Seven Children" actually, although I'm still not QUITE sure how to make a certain plot element happen. But maybe I'll figure that out by working on it, which leads us to the next question:

P: Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an "architect" or a "gardener"? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the story unfold as you go?)

I am most definitely a gardener, but I don't know how Mr. Martin does HIS gardening, but I DO spend a good deal of time in February and March planning out on paper what I'm going to try to put where, and when I need to do each step, and what I need to buy. So the story's growing and unfolding and I prune and shape it, but I also sometimes take a step back to plan a bit, for longer stories/ multichapter things, mostly. But the planning is certainly not architectural.

R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?

I feel like Diana Wynne Jones is possibly my biggest writer influence, if only as like a motivational speaker, in a sense. She reminds me to let my imagination go wild-- just reading her words makes my brain open up, like. I can't begin to imply I can write as WELL as her, but her existence helps me write. It's weird but true. Madeleine L'Engle was an extreme influence on me over the course of my life, but not so much in writing style as in Big Picture stuff-- the weaving of the mundane and the spiritual and the universal and the specific all together. My actual voice doesn't sound very much like her at all. I'm not sure where my particular writerly voice comes from, specifically-- I feel like my tone may have picked up a lot of Rick Riordan, but I also feel like my basic fictional voice got established long before him, too. It's basically a lifetime of middle-grade story intake.

As for fanfic writers, my biggest influence is Versaphile, who got me posting on AO3 in the first place!

[harksness]

No Longer Yours

Agatha Harkness x Reader

Masterlist × Chapter Two

A/N: So it's been awhile since I've published a fic. I figured what better way to start up my blog again then with Kathryn Hahn? It started with Doc Ock, and now we're starting up again with Agatha Harkness. If people like this fic, maybe I'll rewrite and expand it to be a multichapter fic. What do you lovely people think? Tell me if you’d be interested pls ^_^

Word Count: 3,754. Ya’ll get a long, juicy one.

Summary: You thought you had a perfect little life here in Westview. You have a lovely house, a gorgeous wife. What more could you ask for? But when migraines start to torment you whenever you try to remember a life prior to all of this, you notice something is off. You especially start to notice how Agatha holds you a little too tightly, almost as if she's desperately trying to hold onto something that's no longer hers.

Warnings: Minor blood, nothing graphic. Mind Control?

Love for your wife consumed you. From the top of your head to the tips of your toes, all you felt was love for your Agatha.

When your migraines had started, she had insisted that you quit your job so she could take care of you. You obliged, of course… Why wouldn't you? Being doted on all day, every day by your stunning wife is everything you could ever want. Agatha always had plenty of errands to run so when she was gone you were cleaning, but quickly you ran out of places to clean and laundry to fold and you got bored. You miss working. You miss just being able to go anywhere outside of your home. 

But you had promised your wife that you would stay home until you got better. 

Speaking of your lovely Agatha- she should be home soon, you noticed as you glanced at the time. 

You stirred the noodles that were boiling then went back to cutting the vegetables. Agatha has been taking such great care of you, you decided to show your appreciation by surprising her with dinner, even though you’re certain she wouldn’t approve of you using knives and boiling water. She is always so scared you’re going to accidentally hurt yourself.

Agatha told you that you had cooked this for your first date. You smiled as you tried to remember that night.. But you can't. No matter how hard you think, you can't remember a single thing. You don't remember your first date… Why don't you remember?

You paused as you thought, searching your memories. You remember… Your first night in Westview. You and her had made this dinner together as she told you the story… You think that you remember remembering it then. Why can't you now?

Maybe it's the migraines messing with your memory. Maybe it’s the meds. Maybe this problem that you're having is worse than you had originally thought.

The front door opens and softly clicks shut. You can hear the sound of rustling as Agatha hangs up her coat, then the sound of her heels gently tapping against the wooden floor. That snaps you out of your trance. What had you been focusing so hard on again? It's bothering you that you don't remember. But oh well. That's not important right now.

Agatha is what's important.

"I'm in the kitchen, love!"

You call out as you turn to stir the noodles once more, scolding yourself for not starting dinner early enough. 

"What’s this?"

Agatha asks as she enters the kitchen, a brow raised curiously at you. You smile and gesture to show off everything you had worked so hard on.

"Ta da.. I wanted to thank you, surprise you by making you dinner… But apparently I hadn't started cooking early enough."

A small frown graces your lips. You're rather upset with yourself, you were really hoping to surprise her with a fully cooked dinner, ready at the table. You even had a dress picked out that you always wore on date nights. You haven't been able to find an excuse to put it on lately since it was a little on the fancier side, but Agatha loves you in that dress. The first time she saw you in it, she couldn't keep her hands off of you. You miss driving her crazy like that. 

You meet her gaze and a sweet smile is spread across her painted lips. She is always so beautiful, and seeing that dreamy smile and those lovestruck eyes makes your heart feel like it’s going to pop right out of your chest. You are the definition of lovesick. And every time you see that stunning smile of hers, you feel yourself falling deeper and deeper in love with her. She always drives you absolutely crazy.

"Oh, love… You didn't have to do all of this for me."

The way she looks at you makes your heart soar. She looks at you as if you're the only thing that matters in the world, her eyes gleaming and so full of love. You smile back at her, feeling your heart swell. 

"I know, but I want to do something to show you how much I love you. You’ve been taking such good care of me, Agatha, and I need to do something in return. Something special for you."

You take hold of her hands, running your thumbs over her knuckles and her grin widens. Agatha is always so cold- you try and warm up her hands, continuing to rub your thumb over her chilly skin. She rests her forehead against yours and sighs. She squeezes your hands in return, holding onto you tightly. As if you’d float away if she let go.

"I don't know what I'd do without you… I'm so lucky to have found you, my dear…"

Agatha lean's forward and presses her lips against yours. You smile against her ruby red lips and lean into the kiss. All you ever want to do is kiss her, she's intoxicating. Everything about her is intoxicating..

Your skin feels electric wherever she touches, especially as her hands slide around your waist. Butterflies flutter in your stomach. After all this time, she still gives you butterflies. The way she kisses you so desperately, like she will die if she stops. 

The way she clutches you, holding you tight, flushed against her own body, as if it’ll be the last time she ever gets to feel you.. It drives you mad. All you can do is desperately try to reciprocate as you run your hands up her shoulders, trailing them up her neck and eventually you tangle your fingers in her hair. You feel blissed out, like you're on cloud nine. But it’s easy to ground yourself when she’s your center of gravity.

And sadly, she pulls away. Trying to catch up with her breath, she rests her forehead against your own and smiles brightly at you. You smile in return, giving her reassurance that you’re still here. You’re alive, you’re okay and you’re not going anywhere.

"Wow, Agatha… I love it when you get like that."

You hum happily, wrapping your arms around her neck. Then you notice the look in her eye, you see it often. That look of worry. 

"I'm right here, love. I'll always be right here."

You whisper to her, and she smiles softly in return.

"I know, but I don't know what I'd do if anything ever happened to you. I can't lose you."

Agatha says softly, concern lacing her voice. It makes your heart flutter. She brings a hand to your cheek, gently running her fingers over the soft skin as she tucks a stray lock behind your ear.

"You won't lose me, Agatha… I'm right here, I'm okay. I'm yours."

She smiles at you softly, a strange look in her eyes that you can't quite read. She leans forward and leaves a lingering kiss on your lips.

"I know.. You're all mine."

You are desperate to follow her lips, but instead, you lean back a bit and smile reassuringly. She has been terrified of something bad happening to you ever since you started getting your migraines. 

"Let me help with dinner."

She insists, but you shake your head and give her hand a reassuring squeeze.

"You can supervise.. Please, Agatha. Let me do this for you."

You plead, taking both of her hands in your own once again. You hold them tightly and give her the most desperate look you can muster. She studies you a moment more, a stern look on her features before she sighs and nods.

"Fine. Just.. Be careful, okay?

You cheer happily before leaving one last kiss on her cheek. You return to the cutting board and pick up the knife, ignoring the still rising heat on your cheeks and the way your skin tingles in the aftermath of her touch. You start to hum to yourself, making up the tune as you go.

Agatha sighs dramatically, but you can hear the smile in her sigh. She leans against the counter next to you, sweeping her curled hair behind her ear. 

"Oh, darling… You're making the dinner you made us on our first date?"

You smiled- then remembered what was bothering you before your wife came home. Why can't you remember your first date six years ago? Surely you should remember something as important as that… Something as important as the moment you and Agatha had started your life together.

"You really know how to steal a girl's heart, huh? I'm so lucky to have been able to steal yours in return."

Agatha says in a dreamy voice as she comes up behind you, snaking her arms around your waist, she rests her chin on your shoulder. You feel like you're in heaven when her fingers start to softly draw patterns on your belly. Your lips are starting to hurt from smiling as you turn your head towards her.

Why can’t you remember?

The harder you think, you realize you don’t remember more than you thought. Meeting Agatha, your parents, anything before Westview. It’s driving you mad. This problem is more than just the migraines. You may not remember meeting Agatha, but you feel as if you’ve known her a very long time. Why can’t you remember anything?

"My sweet girl.. You're all mine.."

She whispers into your neck as she starts to pepper soft kisses. The butterflies in your chest are fluttering, going crazier, almost as if they're begging to be let out. Your smile hurts. Just then you realize the butterflies is a feeling of uneasiness eating away at you. Why can't you remember?

"I'll make sure to keep you safe."

A searing pain shoots through your brain, branching out all along your head. You hiss in pain, then yell out as you feel the blade of the knife slide across your skin. You fall in a heap onto the floor, and you hear Agatha yell out for you as your vision goes black.

You wake up moments later, fluttering your eyes open to see her holding your bloodied forearm gently, a soft purple hue illuminating from her hand as she holds it over your cut, she murmurs quietly to herself. The kitchen is so dark, you can barely see her face but the purple glow is enough to let you vaguely make out her features in the dark.

"Agatha.. I don't remember.."

She snaps her eyes up to meet yours. Immediately they soften, but she pulls her lips back tightly and you see her thinking hard as your eyelids slide open and shut. You notice the panic in her eyes- the desperation in her voice. 

Your wife hushes you, softly saying your name. She looks so scared. You’ve never seen her like this before.

"It's alright, darling. I'll patch you up. I'll take care of you."

She always takes such good care of you.

That was your last thought before you passed out.

When you awoke, it was dark outside. You were tucked nicely into bed, white gauze wrapped securely around your left forearm. Your eyebrows knit in confusion as you ran your fingers over the bandaging, not feeling any pain or soreness. You felt fine.

You heard your name, it fell from her lips like it was the only thing that mattered in the world. 

Turning your head, you saw your wife, still in her day clothes even though it must be late at night. She rushed to your side, quickly climbing onto the bed. She took your face in her hands.

"How are you feeling? What do you remember?"

You smiled softly at her. How did you ever get so lucky? She's always fussing and worrying over you, making sure you're safe and taken care of. She didn't even want you to make dinner, and she was right. How pathetic of you. You can't even treat your wife.

"I'm feeling great, thanks to you my love. I'm sorry."

Confusion etched on her beautiful features at your apology. Your gaze fell to her lap, unable to meet her stunning eyes.

Her fingers slipped under your chin, gently taking hold and tipping your head up to meet her gaze. It sent shivers down your spine- her touch was always so, so gentle. Like she would break you. 

"Now, why are you apologizing my dear?"

You blinked and fidgeted a bit, your gaze trying to slip away from hers but she wouldn't let it, only shifting closer whenever you tried to do so.

"I don't want you to worry over me. You work so hard taking care of me and I can't even do something as simple as make dinner to repay you for your endless love and kindness.. I don't deserve you."

You sighed shamefully. She exhausted herself working so hard to take care of you and to pay the bills on top of it and you couldn't even make her dinner. You're useless- you feel pathetic.

Agatha shook her head, dropping her hands to your lap, she took your slightly smaller, much warmer hands into her own and held them tightly.

"Never say that, never. You're my world. Your love is what gives me the energy to keep on going every day. I can't imagine life without my loving, funny, brilliant and extremely sexy wife by my side. Having you safe and healthy is what makes this all worth it.. Okay?"

You smiled at her words. She really knew how to cheer you up. Your heart swelled, and butterflies slowly began to flutter in your stomach as your smile grew.

"Oh, Agatha… I love you."

She smiled, softly cradling your cheek. Her skin is so cold, her touch so light.. She handled you as if you were glass. As if she was hesitant to touch you. 

A small smile grew on her features.

"I love you too."

Something looked wrong in her smile. She looked scared.. Your eyebrows knit at the expression. Surely you were imagining things.

The butterflies started to flutter faster as she curled up next to you and pulled you close to her. You rested your head on her chest, and she started softly combing her fingers through your hair. After a moment she pressed her lips against the top of your head.

"I don't know what I'd do without you."

Agatha whispered into your hair as she wrapped her other arm around you. She sounded almost desperate, as if she was trying to hold onto something that was slipping away. It confused you. It made you want to take her face in your hands and say I'm right here. But still, something felt odd. 

You just snuggled back into her, holding her more tightly just to make her feel reassured. You looked at the bandages on your wrist and the butterflies went crazy again. You felt almost nauseous. 

Your eyebrows knit in confusion as you remembered what you were thinking about. Why can't you remember meeting Agatha?

You pulled back and sat up. Agatha whispered your name, softly. Knowingly. She had done this dance multiple times now, she knew what to expect. You pulled the bandages off, and found there was no cut. No scarring, no nothing. Your skin was completely unbroken and unscathed, as if you had never been cut.

You ran your fingers across the untorn skin.

She whispered your name again, with a desperate, sharp edge to her voice. And suddenly, your love twisted with repulsion as a dam broke inside of you. Your head seared with pain and you cried out as you doubled over, and all of your memories were returned to you, flooding your mind.

As your memories returned so did all of your bottled up emotions. You were overwhelmed by the sudden onslaught of powerful feelings suddenly crashing down on you. You felt like you were suffocating. You desperately wheezed for air, it was almost like you were swimming and you had stayed under water for too long. Like you had just reached the surface, desperately gulping in as much air as your lungs could take.

You looked up at Agatha. The woman you once loved. The woman you still loved.

She watched you with desperate eyes as you stood.

"No… Agatha…"

Agatha had known you were beginning to slip away when these head pains had started, and she wasn’t willing to let you go.

“Please.. Honey, let’s go to bed. It’s just the migraines getting to you.”

She shifted so that she was sitting on the edge of the bed in front of you. You stayed firmly where you were, staring at her with tears in your eyes. After a moment of no compliance she said your name softly, desperately. As if she was trying to hold onto something that was no longer hers. Rage filled you, from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. Agatha reached for you and you slapped her hand away.

Hurt etched onto her features. Your heart ached from the place that still loved her.

Why did you still love her? She had kidnapped you and put you under a spell that temporarily erased your memories. It made you vulnerable, so she could mind control you. Why does a part of you love this? The idea of a normal, magic free, domestic life with the woman you love. In a world where magic hadn’t torn the two of you apart. 

"Let me go!"

You cried, another dam breaking within you. A second wave of emotion overflowing the wall that she had put up in your mind with her magic tricks. Agatha stared at you, not a single shred of shame or guilt on her features. Just fear.

"Let me go! Agatha, you need to move on! I left you years ago, because of this!"

You waved your hands round at everything, now understanding the magical world that she had created. She looked up at you with sad, heartbroken eyes. After all these years, she was still ruined over you. After all these years, she was still desperately alone and searching for someone that could fill that loneliness like you had. But no one could. No one understood and loved her like you had.

You left her because of her dependency, her addiction to magic. 

So she took you back. 

Agatha stood, the spell softly, yet quickly slipping past her lips as she grabbed you by the arm. Firmly, yet softly… She didn’t want to hurt you.. She loves you. She just wants her girl back.

You cried out, desperately trying to cast your own spell in defense, but quickly feeling the resistance, the barrier keeping you from accessing your magic. A sob escaped your lips. You were helpless. 

"Please, Agatha… I miss my sister… I miss my job.. let me go.."

You said hopelessly as she continued the spell. You fell to your knees in front of her, tears hot against your cheeks. You felt them trail down your skin and drip off of your chin, you were crying so hard you couldn’t stop. You missed the woman you once loved.

"Please.. Let me go.."

You sobbed and begged, clinging to her legs. You buried your face into her skirt as you sobbed, and she rested her hand on your head, almost apologetically. You felt repulsed, but the part of you that still loves her welcomed it.

Just then, the walls shot back up, all of the emotions and memories Agatha wanted hidden retreating back to where they couldn’t be found.

You looked around, confused. 

Then you looked up at Agatha, who was looking down on you with knit eyebrows and worried eyes. She had tears welled up in her eyes. Had you caused her to cry?

"I'm sorry if I worried you, I don't know how I got down here!"

You laughed, trying to be lighthearted and cheer her up. She just smiled at you softly as she offered her hand to help you up.

"You tripped on your way back from the bathroom, clumsy girl." 

She said with a strained voice. She took a deep breath, blinking away the tears in her eyes. You could tell that she was trying her hardest to put back on her suave façade.

Agatha winked at you, a strange look still etched into her features. You took her hand and smiled at her as she helped you up.

"I am a bit of a clutz, my gosh!"

You exclaimed, sighing dramatically. That's when you realized you were crying. You sniffled softly, wiping your eyes and grabbing a tissue from the nightstand. 

"Agatha… Why am I crying?"

She gave you an apologetic look, her lips pulled tight.

"Oh, I don't know.. It must be because you love me so much."

Agatha exclaims as she springs up and wraps her arms around you, kissing the top of your head. Butterflies start to flutter around in the pit of your stomach.

"You're right my dear, it must just be because I adore my lovely wife so much."

Agatha smiled solemnly. She cursed herself. Then she cursed you. Why couldn't you just want her like you used to? Why did you have to make this so damn hard?

Couldn't you see that all she wants to do is love you? Didn't you know that you still love her? Why couldn't you just love her like you used to? So passionately, so relentlessly.

"Since you're crying, do you know what that means?"

She whispered softly in your ear. You hummed in question. 

"I'm gonna have to put a smile back onto that pretty face of yours."

You pursed your lips to hide the smile making its way onto your features. 

"Oh yeah? How do you plan on doing that, Mrs. Harkness?"

You asked with a raised brow. She smirked at you before softly pushing you down onto the bed. Agatha straddled your waist, throwing herself onto the bed with a bit of a bounce, before she started to tickle you.

You screeched and laughed out loudly, and Agatha smiled at the bubbly laughs leaving your lips. 

It doesn't matter, anyways. Because your happiness would eventually become more and more real. 

So would your love for her. Eventually, everything she's put in your head will become reality and you'll love her again. Completely. Passionately, relentlessly. Eventually, she will have fixed all that she had broken. With time, with magic.

Agatha refuses to lose you again.

She won't let it happen. 

[zeppelin-and-unicorns]

so i’ve been reading a lot of post season 8 JH fics and my heart literally hurts from all the angst. do you have any recommendations for more happy and fluffy multi chapter fics??

PS. I keep rereading TSG for the family cuteness

There's nothing I love more than family cuteness, man. I'm glad you like TSG so much!!

And I get you 😭😭😭 There are some J/H fics where the angst is downright cruel to us.

Whenever the angst gets too much for me, I take a small break and read a fluffy one-shot or a chapter of s8 redo (my comfort fic), and it always makes me feel better!

Anyway, here's a list with all the fluffy multichapter stories that make me swoon:

Catch The Bouquet by heatherlea75 (post s8):

It's a post s8 fic, but I promise you it's fluffy as hell. Trust me.

Fate has been unkind to Jackie Burkhart for too long. She has a plan to change that, and to obtain what is rightfully hers a glorious wedding. Though she doesn’t know it, she needs a little help, and a surprising person is perfectly willing to offer it.

This story is complete, and it has an adorable sequel, called Pop The Question.

6k words, 2 chapters.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde, background Eric/Donna

Escaping The Friendzone by KayRight (AU canon divergence):

Jackie doesn’t take Kelso back at their prom. Instead, she starts an odd friendship with Hyde. They both want more but the only problem is he thinks she’s on the rebound and she thinks he’s not interested.

This story is complete.

73k words, 23 chapters.

Rated M.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Also Available on AO3

Everything Works If You Let It by Ultrawoman (AU canon divergence):

Jackie and Hyde pretty much hated each other from the get go, and yet he still agreed to take her to Prom. Kelso was unable to win Jackie back that night, and everything changed between the rich cheerleader and the Zen Master. S1 rewritten from ‘Prom Night’.

This story is complete and it’s SO CUTE.

60k words, 23 chapters.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Focus by Jenny7 (AU):

After a metaphysical awakening, Hyde develops the ability to telepathically connect with a single stranger. What he doesn’t expect is that the girl that he shares the connection with, a rich cheerleader with a complicated past, will forever alter his views on life and love.

SO GOOD. It’s complete and it has a sequel (that’s not complete but still worth the read), called Darlin, Walk Awhile With Me.

2k words, 19 chapters.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde.

It Must Be Love by That-Maria-Girl (missing scenes):

What happened after the Valentine’s dance.

4k words, 2 chapters.

Rated M.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Mistaken Messages by MistyMountainHop (soulmate AU):

Slightly angsty at first because Jackie and Hyde are dumbasses, but at the same time it's so fluffy, ugh. This is probably my favorite soulmate story ever.

Jackie longs for her soulmate to accept her, and Hyde hopes his will leave him alone because he’s in love with someone else. A stack of mystical index cards lets them communicate with their as-yet unidentified soulmates. But the more their soulmates write, the less control Jackie and Hyde seem to have over their fate.

This story is complete.

23k words, 5 chapters.

Rated M.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde, background Eric/Donna

Also Available on AO3

New York, New York by Shabbuuu (AU canon divergence):

This one is also on my top favorite stories of all time, do yourself a favor and read this, it’s amazing.

What if Hyde did go to New York City with Chrissy? It’s 1981 and Jackie has just moved to NYC for a job. What happens when she runs into a familiar face at a bar?

This story is complete.

40k words, 38 chapters.

Rated M.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Of All Things Creepy and Unnatural by CaedanceLaura (AU canon divergence):

Also on my top favorites, lol. I can’t help myself, I really love AU’s.

What if Donna and Eric hadn’t found out about Hyde and Jackie? Hyde and Jackie manage to keep their relationship a secret for much longer. How will this change the development of their relationship without having their friends lack of support and ridicule in the beginning?

Not complete, but it ends in a nice place. No cliffhangers here.

56k words, 16 chapters.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde, background Eric/Donna

One Difference: Hyde Goes to Kelso’s Ice Shack by MistyMountainHop (AU canon divergence):

Kelso plans to get Jackie back by taking her to his uncle’s “fabulous” cabin in the woods. He has everything in place—the right lie, the right couple to emulate—but an unexpected variable threatens to dismantle his scheme: Steven Hyde.

This story is complete.

21k words, 5 chapters.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde, Eric/Donna

Season 8 redo by tanith75 (s7 fix-it):

This is the most famous story of the fandom for a reason.

The story starts after the s7ep21 episode, so there’s no Chicago problems or people going to Africa over here :) It’s amazingly written, it’s funny as hell, and it honestly feels like I’m watching an episode of the show when I’m reading it. It’s amazing, it’s what should’ve happened in the show.

This story is not complete, but please, don’t let this stop you from reading it.

293k words, 42 chapters.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde, Eric/Donna, Red/Kitty, Fez/Laurie, Kelso/Brooke

Stuck With You by nannygirl (post s8, Christmas fic):

Christmas 1980 with the Formans, just like any other Christmas right? Not exactly. Find out what makes this Christmas so memorable. It’s a story about the whole family!

This story is complete (and it’s one of my favs).

50k words, 21 chapters.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde, Eric/Donna, Kelso/Brooke, Red/Kitty, Fez/?

That 70s show by Zenmaster21 (AU):

What if Jackie had dated Hyde from the beginning instead of Kelso? This is simply a re-write of the episodes had Jackie and Hyde always been together.

One of my favorites stories from the entire fandom.

Not complete, but please read it, it’s worth it.

Trigger warning for child abuse.

152k words, 37 chapters.

Rated M.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde, Eric/Donna

The Love I Need by myboygeorge (missing scenes):

Everyone knows when Jackie and Hyde first hooked up. But when did they become lovers? Set as an extension of Season 5’s ‘Over the Hills and Far Away’.

3k words, 3 chapters.

Rated M.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

The One Where Jackie Moves In by Floweerchild96 (AU):

Jackie has been living in New-York with her family but after her father goes to jail and her mother abandons her, she is forced to return to a town she thought she was done with for good. How will Jackie’s reemergence in the basement effect the gangs lives?

A really good story, but unfortunately, it’s not complete. Still worth the read.

103k words, 20 chapters.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde, background Eric/Donna.

You Can’t Hurry Love by holeygeorge (post s8, Christmas fic):

It’s 1983, the gang is getting ready for Christmas and the New Years.

Not complete, but extremely fluffy.

40k words, 16 chapters.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

I know you asked only for multi chapter fics, but if you're feeling like reading some fluffy one-shots, I highly recommend for you to check out springsteenicous profile on AO3. Their one-shots are so cute that I literally blush when I'm reading them.

[writing-gifts]

datura (moth!bruno x butterfly!reader)

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A/N: anddd we’re back at the beginning, (but not really) well this is the last chapter and im pretty satisfied with it idk if I’m gonna make any after stories for this AU. I definitely have some ideas but I wanna work on non-datura related stuff for now 

anyways thank you to everyone for sticking around. i’ve never written anything this long and this is the first time ive actually finished a multichapter fic too ^^

btw I made some art!

other than that, i hope you enjoy this chapter ❤

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[Early Spring] - End

The sunlight warms you in a comforting embrace as you fly over the still fairly fresh flowers and grass. All the sludge and ice had finally melted and it wouldn't be long until the plants and foliage completely took its place.

Today was a perfect day for gathering and you made sure of your promise with Narancia and took him along with you. Carrying him and your now heavy satchels was tiring but you managed, and surprisingly Narancia wasn't squirming one bit. For all of the trip he kept still in your hold while keeping an arm wrapped around your neck.

"What's that one?" Narancia points to a cluster of white flowers. He had been curious about every new one he saw, but you were glad to answer all his questions.

"Lilacs. White ones can symbolize youthful innocence.”

"Hm, that's weird! Why do the flowers have meanings?"

“I'm not completely sure. Perhaps the flowers remind insects of certain memories that give them specific feelings….Or maybe they have stories attached to certain ones."

Narancia scratches at his head. It looks like you might have overwhelmed him.

"...How do you remember everything ____?

“To be honest, I’m not sure.”

Everything in relation to flowers seems to come natural to you, but you weren't sure you could pin it on you being a butterfly. Other butterflies and nectarivores you met didn't seem as invested as you.

"Wait what's that one?”

You chuckle, "I just told you, lilacs. These are just a different color."

"Oh right. Lilacs..."

While the bee repeats the name to himself, you notice your destination approaching and readjust him in your arms before speeding up.

"We’re here!" you exclaim and make your descent.

The two of you land in a small clearing near your home that you knew very well. You bend down to place Narancia on the ground but he doesn't let go, keeping his arms wrapped around your neck. Sighing, you return to your full height and continue carrying him. He wasn't really heavy but you'd been carrying him most of the day and your arms would appreciate a break.

“What is this place?” the bee asks.

"My friend's house. They really want to meet you and it's been awhile since my last visit."

“So like two gnats?”

The bee had heard you say it earlier today and you had a feeling that it would become more common in his vocabulary from now on.

You nod. "Yes--catching two gnats."

“Are they cool?”

You pause, not exactly sure what was considered cool to a 3 year old but you nod anyways. If cool meant whether he would like your friend or not then you were pretty sure Narancia would think they are.

Once you walk up to the front of Abilene's home you knock on the door, restraining yourself from doing it in the obnoxious way you usually would since Narancia is watching.

A few moments pass before the door opens revealing your friend.

"Good afternoon Abby!"

Their eyes widen and they gasp. "When did you get a kid ____!?”

Narancia giggles but you roll your eyes at your friend's terrible joke--if you could even call it that.

“This is Abilene Narancia but I call them Abby.”

Narancia waves and smiles at your friend. "Hi!"

“Aww! It’s so exciting getting to see you. Do you know how much ____ has talked about you since they’ve gotten back? I feel like they don’t even talk about Bruno that much.”

"Really?"

The bee looks like he couldn't quite believe it and you weren't sure if it was true either. All you knew is that you did tend to ramble about the bee and moth to anyone who would listen.

"Yep! I didn't think it was possible for them to talk about someone more than him.”

"Cause I'm cooler!" Narancia exclaims with a smug expression.

Is this another word he's deciding to favor in his vocabulary? You didn't see any reason to disagree though.

You hug the bee and press your cheek against his. "You are cooler but don't tell your father I said that."

Narancia glances at Abilene and grumbles before pushing your face away. "Cool people don't do that," he huffs

You gawk at the idea of that but then notice your friend is smiling goofily at you.

"What?" you ask.

"You guys are so cute!"

Before you can reply though Abilene continues.

"Anyways you wanna come in? I still have leftover nectar from Fall if you want any."

Narancia nods enthusiastically like he hasn't been drinking nectar and eating pollen the whole day, and asks--demands you put him down.

The moment his feet are on the ground he immediately runs into the house.

"You don't even know where the nectar is!" You yell down the hallway, but the bee is either too far to hear or doesn't care.

Crossing your arms, you shake your head. "How do you have so much energy?"

Abilene snorts. "I know you of all insects aren’t saying that."

Your mouth opens before immediately shutting again. They unfortunately had a point.

"Whatever Abby."

You ignore the grin on your friend's face and follow after Narancia. "We better hurry before Narancia knocks something over."

That has the grasshopper’s smile falling and they quickly follow after you.

After having your fill of nectar, you didn’t intend to stay too long but you’ve always struggled with keeping track of time when visiting Abilene. So when you and Narancia are finally getting ready to leave, you're not too surprised that the sun has moved a great distance from the middle of the sky.

You stand there for a moment. The orange tinted sky has you feeling like you forgot something important.

"….Fuck I forgot my lantern."

You flinch when you realize what you've just said and snap your gaze towards Narancia.

"Forget you heard that word!"

The bee tilts his head. "Why?"

"Cause it's a bad word."

"Why’s it a bad word?"

Oh god.

Abilene laughs at you and your brows furrow.

"Well good luck getting him to stop saying that word. See you later and bye bye to you Narancia!”

The bee goes crossed eyed momentarily when Abilene boops his nose and once he says his goodbye, you pick him up.

You sigh. "Bye Abby..." You were not looking forward to the lecture you would have to give Narancia on the way back.

Either way you high tail it home with a willful bee in your arms and your satchel weighing you down, and by the time you're back you're physically and mentally exhausted.

You let out a cheer once you're on the ground and immediately place Narancia down before putting your hands on your knees.

"Whew….we made it...back in….time."

You can barely get the sentence out through your labored breathing.

"Do you need a seat mio amor?"

You look up and see your mate along with Abbacchio sitting at a small table in front of the house.

Narancia makes a beeline towards the two and you worry for a second that he's going to jump onto Abbacchio, but he runs to his father and climbs onto his lap.

"N-Nah I'm….good,” you reply.

"Are you sure cause you look half-dead," Abbacchio says.

"...Thanks?"

Once you catch your breath, you make your way towards the table and notice the half-finished drink sitting in front of Bruno.

"Don't mind if I do!"

Before he can even respond you've downed the rest of his drink.

Abbacchio grimaces in disgust when he sees Bruno, for some reason, staring at you with an expression that can only be described as smitten.

"The two of you are disgusting."

You pout at the wasp as he takes a sip of his drink. "It's not that big of a deal for couples to share cups…right?"

"That's not what I'm talking about."

You expect him to further explain but he doesn't.

"Why are you so tired anyways?" Bruno asks, seemingly unbothered by Abbacchio's statement.

"We left Abby's house too late and then I might have gotten lost--You know it's hard to see with all these trees right?"

"Yes, that's why I said bring a lantern."

You laugh awkwardly. "Yeaaah I forgot...that's why I was speeding here in the first place."

Abbacchio shakes his head, definitely not impressed with your carelessness.

Narancia places his small hands on his father's face and squishes his cheeks together to get his attention.

"Papa you shoulda went! It was so fun and we went to Abby's house!”

When Bruno tries to reply the words come out muffled. "I'm sure it was, maybe next time--"

“Did you know lilacs meant innocence, youthful innocence?”

"No, did ____ teach you?"

"Yep! How do they remember it all?"

Narancia continues to excitedly ramble on--some of his words blending into one another--about everything he did today to Bruno and Abbacchio. But with the sun quickly heading towards the horizon you don't get to spend much more time outside. You talk a little with Abbacchio, but after that he needs to depart.

You exchange your goodbyes and once the three of you see the light of his lantern fade in the distance between the trees, you all head inside. You immediately drop your satchels by the door, and before Bruno can follow Narancia into the kitchen you stop him.

"Can I stay here tonight?" you ask.

Bruno tilts his head, confused. "You don't need to ask that you know.”

“I guess that’s true, but it's still nice to though.”

"Well, just know you're always welcome in my home ____."

You look off to the side and fail to push down your smile.

“Ugh don't be such a sap," you say, however these words are aimed more at yourself.

The moth places a kiss on your cheek before smiling himself. "I can't help it. It was only a week and I missed you the whole time…"

"I-I missed you too."

You look back at the moth and then pull him into a hug, squeezing him tight. It takes you a while to realize how hard you’re hugging him but when you do, you let go.

“Oops sorry.”

Instead of letting go like you expected, Bruno keeps his arms in place so you bring yours back around him.

“You can squeeze me as hard as you like ____.”

You laugh in response but take him up on his offer. “You’re so weird.”

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You walk alongside Bruno, your hand in his. The two of you were heading to Ilya's to show off the moth's outfit, specifically his lace shirt.

Even though Bruno tried to reassure you, you were quite anxious. What you made was nowhere near Ilya’s work and showing off results for something that you were new at always made you tense. But at the same time the spider had only been supportive as he taught you, so at least that had managed to calm some of your nerves.

When the two of you stop in front of the spider's shop, you squeeze Bruno’s hand to get his attention.

“Uh just a head’s up, Ilya can get a little excited sometimes. So if he says anything...weird don’t take it too seriously okay?”

He nods in understanding and you let out a giant exhale before opening the shop’s door.

"Well...after you," you tell the moth.

"Thank you."

Even though the two of you have been together for some time now you still feel that strange fluttering in your stomach sometimes when he smiles at you. And his outfit definitely wasn't helping.

You follow in after him and gently shut the door behind you.

“Ilya, are you here?” you call out.

“____ just give me a moment! I'll be right there!"

You feel your anxiety increasing the longer it takes for him to come out, but finally he walks down the stairs and into the room.

“____! How was your Winter? Anything interesting happen?”

“It was great and yes! Look!” Your outstretched hands direct the spider’s attention to your mate. "Tada!"

"You….found someone?” The spider tilts his head. “Wait is this--"

Your eyes go wide and you shake your head fast. "Not that!"

Ilya’s looks caught off guard by your outburst. You hadn’t meant to be that loud but didn’t need anything you may have said about Bruno in a moment of vulnerability to be brought up.

You clear your throat ignoring Bruno's confused expression. "I mean...it is. This is Bruno my... mate.”

The spider is doing his best to hold back but the excitement shows clearly on his face. His expression kind of reminds you of Abilene's when you had revealed the same news to them.

“Anyways, I was actually talking about his shirt.”

Once the spider’s attention is led there, he inhales sharply and gets closer to Bruno to get a better look. Fortunately the moth doesn't seem to mind.

"You made this?" Ilya asks.

"Yea...what do you think?”

He smiles wide. "You finished it that fast!?” He circles around the moth. “Amazing! It's hard to believe it's your first full piece and I can see you’re improving quickly...I'm very impressed!"

You struggle to grasp for the right words overwhelmed by the praise but at least manage to get out a "thank you".

“You're welcome! I honestly feel proud of you."

The spider places a finger on his cheek and goes quiet for some reason.

"What's wrong?" you ask.

"….Have you ever wanted to run a shop ____? I've always liked the idea of having someone run this one with me. I'd compensate you for your time of course."

You stutter and have to stop yourself so you can speak clearly.

"Uhh...I don't really know."

You weren't completely against the idea, but it seemed too big of a responsibility to accept without thought.

When Bruno sees you struggling he speaks up. “You don't have to decide right away but I do think you'd do a nice job here amore.”

Ilya’s eyes twinkle when he sees the small, bashful smile on your face. "Aww, you're his amore."

You throw a glare at the spider and try your best to keep the embarrassment out of your voice. "I should think about it more first, but it does sound nice."

Making lace could feel tedious at times but you mostly found it relaxing. And with the help of Ilya's fancy lace-making tool the process would definitely go faster. You would also be able to do more complicated patterns.

"Well there's no time limit and you can join me whenever you want. Even just to hang out!"

Before you and Bruno leave Ilya gifts you with many spools of strings of various colors and pinches your cheeks.

"Ouch--your claws be careful with those things!"

You swat his hands away and rub at your face.

"Whoops, got too excited!"

He laughs a bit as you stare, slightly annoyed.

He leans a bit closer to you before speaking quietly. "I should be careful before I make your mate upset…"

You raise your brow and turn your head slightly to get a look at Bruno. He didn't seem upset to you though. Perhaps a little less relaxed, but nothing more. You shrug at the spider and grab the bag of stuff he gifted you.

"Well I'll see you around," you tell the spider before walking towards your mate.

IIya waves. "Bye bye!"

Bruno gently grabs your hand and you both exit the shop.

"I guess you were right about Ilya," Bruno says.

"Huh? Of course I was. I already told you he could have eaten me if he wanted to by now."

The moth looks disturbed so you try to backtrack.

"Sorry. It is pretty gross to think about."

"It's not necessarily that. It's just...upsetting."

"Yea, that makes sense."

And of course that has your thoughts trying to wander to a darker path. It wasn't exactly rare for insects to be eaten or go missing but--

No. Today was a good day and thinking about scary things happening to anyone you cared about wasn't what you needed right now.

You feel Bruno squeeze your hand softy. "____?"

"Huh? Oh sorry, zoned out.” You gently swing Bruno's arm along with yours. “Well now that visiting Ilya's outta the way let's go to Mrs. Joestar's next. I wanna see if she has anything new.”

----

"Narancia don't touch that."

The bee's hand stops an inch away from the colorful canister you left sitting on the table in front of your daybed.

He pouts at his father. "I was jus' looking…"

"Sure you were."

You shake your head. "It's fine Bruno. I'm pretty sure it's empty anyways."

You move near the table to pick up the canister but end up accidentally knocking it over yourself when you reach to grab it.

Childish giggles fill the air which brings a sheepish smile to your face.

"I guess you should be more worried about me dropping things."

Narancia picks up the canister and hands it to you. You thank him and then shake it slightly not feeling anything as expected. Yesterday, you had filled this one with nectar from a new flower you found and didn't hold back one bit when you returned home.

You return the canister to the bee who gladly accepts it and then show your guests where they'll be sleeping later tonight. This was the first time the spare bedroom would be utilized by someone other than Abby.

After that's settled, you all spend your time lazing around. The three of you didn't necessarily plan any activities and just wanted to be in the same home. So most of the day you all do your own thing. Sometimes you or Bruno would play with Narancia or bother one another just because.

But as the day comes to an end, you all sit in relative silence in the main room. You lean against Bruno on the daybed switching between reading bits and pieces of the book he currently had open and watching Narancia.

The bee sat at the table in front of your lantern drawing something you'd never seen in your life. It looked similar to a bird but not exactly. Instead of 2 eyes it had many lined in a straight line across its side.

You bring your cup to your mouth. Maybe he would pursue art one day.

Suddenly, Narancia's face scrunches up and you're going to ask what's wrong when he breaks the peaceful silence.

"Fuck!"

You sputter on your drink.

Bruno’s attention is taken from his book and he turns his gaze to his son. "…What was that?"

Narancia's eyes widen at Bruno's disapproving tone. "Uhh..."

You cough to clear your throat before speaking up. "I may have cursed in front of Narancia, so it's totally my fault. Don't get mad at him please..."

"Hm, I see. Narancia don't say that word," Bruno says.

"But how come you guys can?"

"Cause we are adults and you are a child. When you are no longer a child then you can curse all you want."

"That's dumb…"

"Perhaps, but that’s how it is."

Even though you find the exchange amusing, you still feel guilty. This conversation wouldn't be happening if you watched your tongue in the first place.

You jump in to help Bruno. "Maybe you're right but it's not language appropriate for kids and you'll make others upset."

"What others?"

"Me and your father but also...uh the general public?”

The bee purses his lips at this and thinks on it for an unnecessary amount of time.

"….Fine."

Bruno gives a nod in approval and returns to his novel.

However you let out a sigh of relief and reach over to ruffle Narancia’s hair. “I'll make a whole cake just for you in the summer!”

He gasps. "Make it two and I'll never curse again!"

"Ha! Don't be ridiculous," you say amused.

Narancia sticks out his tongue and goes back to his drawing.

You go back to leaning against Bruno's side, resting your eyes while you finish your drink...

For some reason you and your mate were now walking through the middle of a beautiful forest holding hands, but things were kind of strange. Bruno was a butterfly and you were a moth...and you weren't even in your body.

The scene comes to an abrupt stop when you feel something gently stroking your cheek.

"Hrrmm….why?" You force your eyes open and Bruno's in front of your face with his hand on your cheek.

"It's time for bed mio amor."

"Mm...when did I fall asleep? Where's Narancia?"

The bee and his drawing was nowhere to be seen.

“Some time ago--you almost spilt your drink--and I already put Narancia to bed.”

You push yourself up into a sitting position on the daybed, rub at your eyes and stretch. Then you quickly make your way to your room. You want to get into bed and cuddle up to Bruno as soon as possible.

It doesn't take long for you to ready yourself, changing into something a little more comfortable. And you crawl into bed and get under the covers. All you need now is a warm fluffy moth next to you but someone was taking their sweet time letting down their hair. So instead you watch your moth get ready, your eyes drifting to his clothing.

At this point you were used to him wearing clothes more often. You loved it. He had various outfits that looked great on him. But maybe at the same time, you missed seeing him walk around without them…

“Enjoying the view?”

You hadn’t realized you were particularly staring a hole through Bruno's bare torso until he called you out.

"N--No! ....I don't know."

Bruno's stupid cocky grin makes you turn away.

After that it’s quiet again while you stare at nothing in particular. You do hear cloth shifting and assume he's removing his pants.

"…..Hey sorry about the cursing thing again."

Bruno hadn’t seemed too bothered by it but you wanted to make sure.

"It's okay. I was just worried I'd have to get Narancia to understand for the next several days."

"Well okay that's good I guess? I mean, not the cursing. That shouldn't have happened."

Bruno's suddenly quiet and you look over at him.

"____, it really was a harmless mistake….And you're not the only one who cursed in front of Narancia."

"Really? What happened?"

The moth smiles and actually looks slightly ashamed.

"I accidentally dropped his food, and it happened around the time he started speaking. He wouldn't stop saying 'shit' days after that."

You immediately laugh at the idea of Bruno having to deal with that. But one thing sticks out to you the most.

"You dropped something?"

"Maybe I was tired that day. Who knows."

You laugh again and hold out your arms to indicate you want a hug, which prompts Bruno to finish getting ready quicker.

Once he’s done he climbs into bed with you before wrapping his arms around you. But before the two of you can even fully relax you hear the pitter pat of small feet quickly approaching your room.

"Is it safe to come in?" the bee yells from outside the room.

Bruno sighs a bit when you make the "appropriate" amount of space between you and him and sit up in bed.

"It's safe!" you reply.

Narancia peeks inside cautiously before coming in.

"I wanna sleep here," he says.

"Wouldn't it be nicer to have a bed to yourself?"

The bee huffs at Bruno. "But I want to be here with ____ though!"

The moth stays quiet but you can feel some exasperation coming off him.

"How bout this…."

Narancia stops pouting and looks at you.

"You can stay for one story but afterwards you have to go straight to your bed. I'll even tell it."

Narancia hums in thought.

"This is your only other option," Bruno adds.

"Okay!" Narancia decides.

He runs towards the bed and jumps up onto it.

"Lets go, lets go!"

“Hold on I gotta pick something off the bookshelf first.”

While you search the small bookshelf you keep in the corner of your room, Bruno picks up Narancia and places him on his lap to prevent him from jumping on the bed.

Bruno looks down at the bee. "Remember you came here to sleep."

Narancia grumbles but relaxes against him.

You try to find anything child friendly and interesting to read. And by the time you're on the bottom shelf the spine of one catches your attention. A line of illustrations had been drawn along it in such a way that made it look like a frog was jumping. You forgot you even had this.

You grimace a bit but take the book anyways. Frogs were major enemies in this story but you found the story still worth reading.

You observe the cover of the worn, auburn book. The Firefly Prince was scrawled in gold cursive on the front and a simple illustration of a cute firefly sat under it. It was an adventure story that any age group could enjoy so you decide on it. You return to your bed and make yourself comfortable next to Bruno and Narancia.

"We are reading The Firefly Prince."

"I've never heard of that." Narancia says.

You clear your throat. "Well you're about to..."

“In a small kingdom ruled by and for fireflies. There was a prince who was the youngest and the oddest of all his siblings…."

Even though the bee was so energetic a moment ago you can already tell that he's getting sleepy.

“Already falling asleep?” Bruno asks.

The bee turns onto his side, resting on Brunos chest.

"Nooo I'm listenin'..."

“Okay, okay quiet down you guys…” you say.

Bruno smiles at you and you give him your own in return before continuing the story.

[sunlightandsuffering]

Hi!! I was just wondering if you were still planning on updated Switch on your ao3 account? I know its been awhile but i'm still so obsessed with that fic 😭

It's like next on my list to update lol, I just get more distracted with one-shots, truthfully after Switch I don't think i'll write another multichapter, I hate them, I lose inspiration easily for fics so like I prefer to just finish stuff all at once. I do plan to update it and I have some ideas, I'd like to get back to it, but yeah I just get easily distracted writing other AUs that come to me. So OnlyFans will come first bc I'm almost finished it, and then i'll probably start working on Switch again.

[sixthoctavarium]

Hi, I love your stories, expecially 'Catarina Claes MUST DIE' and the Sword Saint series. I'm sort of wondering if you have a new story in the works?

Hello there! Thank you for the compliment and thank you for being the first person to ask me a question.

To answer, yes, I do have a new story in the works that I'm about to get into the homestretch to, and I'll have another project lined up after that. The reason you haven't seen anything for awhile is threefold:

1. I do not write as I go with my stories. I always write the story out completely before I post up a single sentence. This next story is multichapter and a pretty good length, so it's taken some time.

2. I had begun work on one story after I finished Naked Posed The Duke's Daughter, but after a while I just wasn't feeling it and moved onto something else. But then I wasn't feeling it with that either. My current project however, I finally felt it and kept pressing on.

3. I had a trip and some other obligations in the way which have limited my time writing. I've got a three-day weekend coming up, so I'm hoping to finish up my current project.

Thanks again for the ask! Folks, feel free to ask me any further questions you might have on my fics or anything Hamefura related!

[sevengraces]

This Wouldn’t Happen If You Would Communicate With Each Other pt. 3 (final ch)

Roman and Virgil finally have a conversation, but only because they're being forced to (by their mutual affection for each other.) Also did I need to fluster Virgil that much? No. But did I? Absolutely, he deserves it.

This is the last chapter! Thanks for sitting through my first multichapter fic (: TW: Panic Attack (what did you expect lol) Exhaustion Self Depricating Thoughts Self Hate Eating Flirting Blushing Crying Emotional Conversations (is that a tw?) Let me know if I forgot anything! Hope you enjoy it

Link to AO3, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, You are Here. Title Card

Chapter 3: If You Ignore A Pot of Water It Boils Over Eventually (by eventually I mean right now)

   Virgil had sat on the counter for awhile, that much he knew, but he definitely hadn’t been there long enough that it was normal waking hours. Which was why he startled when Roman shuffled into the kitchen.

    He was on edge because of his panic and the late hour so he jumped. Unfortunately for him, there was a cabinet directly above his head and Virgil jumped headfirst into said cabinet.

    “What the- Virgil?” Roman had spun around, “Why on earth are you lurking in the kitchen at four in the morning?”

    Virgil winced, “I was just uh, was just eating?”

    “Eating? At four in the morning…?” Roman gaped

    “Yes?” Virgil hoped that sounded convincing.

    It did not at all sound convincing.

    Roman stood for a moment to look at Virgil. He was hunched in more than usual. His hood was up, but from what Roman could see Virgil was either still wearing makeup or he really hadn’t been sleeping enough. The next thing he noticed was that Virgil’s eyes were rubbed raw and there were tear tracks down his face. So no, not makeup.

    Roman’s confusion softened into understanding, Virgil had clearly had a rough night, possibly a rough few nights.

    “Okay,” Roman poured himself a bowl of cereal and sat up on the counter next to Virgil.

    After a long, tense silence Virgil asked, “What are you doing Roman?” he was far too tired to sound anything other than exhausted and confused.

    Roman chewed for a moment, “Eating. You?”

    Virgil sighed, “Apparently watching you eat. Why’re you up?”, he situated himself more comfortably on the counter and leaned his head back against the cabinet.

   Roman smiled slightly, “Short answer? Working on a really important idea that I’m not getting anywhere with. What about you?”

   Virgil chewed his lip for a moment before replying, “Walked into that one huh? Couldn’t sleep, too busy ‘n my head.”

    Roman smirked, “That’s part of it isn’t it?”

    He stared, “...yes?”

    “How ‘bout this,” Roman put his bowl on the counter next to him before continuing, “I tell you my whole reason and you tell me yours?”

    Virgil stared into the ceiling for a moment before hanging his head, “I concede, I guess.”

    Roman laughed, something small and quiet that did something soft and sweet to Virgil’s insides.

    “Fair, okay, uh all aboard the vulnerability train I guess. I wasn’t lying, I am working on an idea that’s really important to me, but it isn’t really the idea that matters so much as how well you receive it.” Roman glanced at him before staring into his own lap.

    Virgil sat shocked for a good ten seconds before whispering, more to himself, “How I take it? Why does it matter what I think?”

    Roman’s head shot up at that. “Why of course it matters what you think! Why wouldn’t it?”

    Virgil cursed under his breath, still loud enough to be heard, “I dunno, I always ruin everything, so what does it matter how I think something should be?”

    “No, Stormcloud, you don’t ruin it! You are only ever trying to keep us all safe.”

    Virgil went bright red at that, he sat there a moment before stuttering out, “If you, you say s-so.”

    Roman’s face went soft and sweet, and he took Virgil’s hand. “I definitely say so. What’s your excuse for being up this late, even lovely one’s such as yourself need sleep.”

    Virgil sat shocked for a full minute before being able to respond. All he could get out was a soft, “Jesus,”

    Roman giggled, which Virgil did not have enough time to properly understand, and replied “Point taken, should I tone it down Tall Dark And Stormy?”

    “Yes, christ Roman. If you want a reply you prolly should.” Virgil hid himself inside his hoodie, pulling his hand away from Roman.

    Roman smiled again, “Okay, I got it for real. Your turn Virgil.”

    Virgil poked his head out of his hood, nodded and breathed for a moment. “Alright, here goes.” He stared up at the ceiling again, “I couldn’t sleep because my head is busy, that’s true. I was just thinking,”

    “Dangerous,” Roman butted in.

    Virgil laughed and shoved him, “No shut up, I was thinking about how stupid I was.” he sobered up there, “It was just so stupid to duck out. I didn’t want to force you all to stay around me but because I failed at even ducking out, now you have to be around me or you’ll feel guilty.”

    Virgil ran his hands through his hair, “Your all just so fucking wonderful! It isn’t fair for me to make you deal with me and my stupid issues. And I know, I know you all won’t say anything or tell me to fuck off now that you know how pathetic I am.” He was getting progressively more agitated, “And it’s so selfish but I just, I want you all to want me! It’s cruel of me to be shitty and then want you to love me and my bullshit!”

    Virgil’s breath had picked up the pace the longer he spoke and Roman could see this wasn’t helping.

    “Virgil? I need you to breathe for me.” Roman took his hands again.

    “In and out Stormcloud, look at me.” he tapped out patterns on his hands.

    Virgil was slowly coming back into his mind when he realized he had freaked out and said that he loved them.

    “Shit, Ro, I’m so so-” he started to backtrack.

    “You’re okay Stormcloud, it’s alright. You didn’t do anything wrong. Sweetheart we want to be around you, and it was wrong of me to treat you poorly when we were younger.” Roman pulled Virgil to lay against his shoulder.

    “You aren’t cruel and your problems aren’t bullshit. You deserve love and affection and so long as you want it I am more than happy to give you endless amounts of affection.”

    Virgil, with his head leaning against a side he had loved for as long as he had known, began to cry.

    “Shh, shh I know sweetheart. Oh love I’m sorry, let it out. Here you are.” Roman comforted him, running his hands through Virgil’s hair.

    Eventually Virgil cried himself out and became aware enough to feel embarrassed. He pulled away and Roman let him. “Sorry Roman, that was a lot.”

    Roman smiled, soft and sad, “You don’t need to apologize, Stormcloud I meant everything I said.”

    Virgil blinked and mumbled, “You gonna keep calling me that?”

    Roman laughed, loud and bright. “Yeah, so long as you’ll let me Sweetheart .”

    Virgil went even more red and hid in his sleeves, “...mmhm,” he finally got out.

    Roman smiled and climbed down from the counter. “Come on you need to get to bed and so do I Virgil.”

    Virgil stared for a moment, more than a little nervous about the night alone in his room.

    Roman suddenly reached forward and picked Virgil off the counter bridal style.

    Virgil shrieked, “Ro!”

    “Shh quiet down, I could see the anxiety on your face Stormcloud, if you thought for a moment I was leaving you alone you are severely mistaken.” Roman hugged him closer as he carried him up the stairs.

    Roman carried him into his room and dimmed the lights as they got comfortable on his king sized bed.

    “Hey Virgil?” Roman asked into the darkness,

    “Hmm?”

    “You aren’t uncomfortable are you? You don’t have to stay if you don’t wanna.”

    Virgil shook his head, “Nah princey, ‘m sleepy and you’re warm.”

    Virgil and Roman fell asleep snuggled together in Roman’s bed, where they slept comfortably through the next day.

[jedi-order-apologist]

2020 Creator Wrap: Favourite works

rules: it’s time to love yourself. choose your 5 favourite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you’ve brought into the world. tag as many writers/artists/etc. you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

tagged by @laciefuyu, thank you for the tag, Lacie!

1. The Chips Didn’t Work was just a lot of fun to write, and it was some much needed fun at the time, because the derecho had knocked out power for a week and the heat was not fun. It had been a while since I wrote fic on notebooks instead of my computer, but it was a good change of pace and the lack of distractions probably helped, too. I think the fic turned out well, and it’s always a delight to annoy Palpatine.

2. The Burden of Secrets was my take on a reveal of Anakin’s slaughter of the Tuskens, with a bit of salt at all the fics/meta that condemn Obi-Wan for faking his death in the Deception arc. It was a difficult one to write, to avoid the fic just outright hating on Anakin but needing it to focus on the fact that he had done something absolutely horrific that needed to be addressed and giving that the weight it deserved. I won’t claim to have pulled it off perfectly, but I think I did a decent job.

3. Jedi June was a great event, and I’m glad I put it together, and managed to write something for each day of the event, too! It took me awhile to figure out what I wanted to do for the event, but I’m happy with the theme of parables that I went with.

4. Searching for Survivors was my first Star Wars fanfic, and while I wasn’t entirely satisfied with the result at the time, looking back, I think it was good for a first foray into writing for a new fandom (which is always difficult, and more so when you disagree with a lot of the popular fanon, as I do with Star Wars), and I’m glad to have contributed to the Mace positivity!

5. This is not Star Wars, and technically I started the fic back in 2019 (finished it in 2020, though), but as someone who mostly writes oneshots, I’m pretty happy that I actually finished my multichapter Miraculous fic, Echoes of a God. It’s the longest work I’ve actually finished writing, so I feel pretty accomplished about it!

Tagging: Anyone who wants to do this!

[handthigh]

Soooo I may or may not have gone crazy and gone stupid and wrote a whole ass one shot fanfic of Tianshan in the office AU

ETA: this is now also available at AO3! (ETA 2: This is now a multichapter fic!)

Big thanks to the people over at Tianshan discord for taking a read and giving me the feedback. The fic follows right after this paragraph, with notes at the end of the fic.

He Tian (Work):

Little Mo, pass me a stapler (6:35pm)

Frowning at the message notification, Mo Guan Shan wordlessly takes the stapler lying on his desk and wheels his chair out of his cubicle to pass to his next door neighbour who grins upon receiving the stationery from the redhead. The reciprocity is not returned however, as Guan Shan wheels back into his cubicle to complete a report the supervisor had dumped onto him 15 minutes before the time he ends work. It is already bad enough that he is working overtime on a Friday while being the only one stuck with He Tian, the last thing he needs is for the annoying colleague to interrupt his progress.

The report turns out even more taxing than expected, further souring Guan Shan’s mood. He glanced at the time displayed on the laptop, “6:55pm”. Great, the report’s barely done and closing time sale at the nearby sandwich shop is already over. So much for a “quick task”, he scoffs bitterly at his supervisor’s words.

As if He Tian can read his mind, comes another text:

He Tian (Work):

Little Mo, are you cursing out the boss in your head again? (6:57pm)

Damn it, not another interruption. Glancing at the new message, Guan Shan cringes at the accuracy of the guess. Guilt quickly turns into irritation however, as he glares at the cubicle separating him and the culprit of these messages. This has been going on for about 3 months now, ever since he was assigned to be seated with He Tian at the corner of the office. The reason? The supervisor claims that only the short tempered Guan Shan is immune to the raven haired’s hunky looks while workers of all genders in their department are too busy admiring He Tian to work productively. Guan Shan tries to suppress his gag upon the memory.

First of all, Guan Shan does not appreciate being called short tempered. He just has little patience and a lot of irritation for mindless small talks and forced formalities, that’s all. Second of all, seriously? Of all words, hunky? While Guan Shan admits that He Tian is a looker because after all, he has eyes; but that is certainly an exaggeration. Sure, He Tian has the physique and face for the magazine covers, but he’s not that good looking. Especially not when he assigns Guan Shan that stupid nickname and constantly texts him for no justifiable reasons despite already repeating many times that he only wants to reserve the texting to a minimum and keep it strictly to work matters.

Wait, what the fuck? Why is he thinking about him again? Ugh, this is why he emphasises on keeping social interactions to a minimum! The report and the constant texting must have really gotten to him, because the next thing he knew, Guan Shan picks up his phone and types at his source of annoyance.

Me:

Yes, genius. Since you’re so smart and volunteered to OT with me, why don’t you make yourself useful and help me out with the report then you chicken dick! (7:05pm)

Normally Guan Shan tries to keep his temper in check, wanting to believe he is no longer the moody middle school boy that he was. Besides, this is the first job he managed to get right after graduating university 6 months ago, just in time before the recession. Thus, he is not trying to screw up an opportunity just because he got involved in some petty office drama. However, the combination of working overtime, growing hunger and unnecessary buzzing of his phone followed by He Tian’s unnecessary messages is making Guan Shan throw both caution and formalities out the window. 

He is not the only one surprised by his own outburst however, as He Tian guffaws and rolls his chair out of the cubicle to meet the redhead, currently glaring at him and asking what’s so funny.

“Chicken dick? What kind of insult is that? Also, I dunno, I just thought you’d never asked me for help.” He Tian replies with a shrug and his signature grin.

He Tian is not wrong - Guan Shan seldom asks for help, believing that it’s better to be self-sufficient than to rely on someone else. Furthermore, it allows him to avoid having to keep up with forced interactions with others. But it’s getting late and the report doesn’t seem to be finishing soon, and there is someone in the office right now, might as well right?

“So are you going to help me or not?”

“Sure, anything for you Little Mo~”

“Stop calling me that! Give me your email, I’ll share the document with you on the cloud.”

So, here they are at 7:30pm, working in a shared online document together - cubicle to cubicle. Guan Shan mainly typing out the content of the report while He Tian formats, elaborates and adds any figures and charts where appropriate; explaining his rationale to the other while he works.

As Guan Shan sees the report transform before his very own eyes, he is now confronted with the thought he’s been trying to will away for 3 days, ever since he overheard the company executives discuss whether to promote He Tian. 

As much as he hates admitting it, He Tian is talented and hardworking when situations call for it. Not only is he able to easily handle the tedious formatting that is typically required of such reports, he also goes the extra mile of further perfecting any tasks assigned to him. It also helps that he has great social networking skills to accompany his equally great looks, not only charming the other coworkers around them, but also clients and other company staff alike in network events. 

Attempting to ignore the ache of admiration growing in his chest, Guan Shan wonders why is someone as good as He Tian working at an entry level job like him in a medium sized company when the latter can easily negotiate for a much higher salary in a conglomerate. What he heard about his raven haired coworker isn’t helping much with his curiosity either.

While Guan Shan prefers minding his own business, he also doesn’t live under a rock. He has heard the rumours - that He Tian had interned for various big names while he attended an Ivy League business school and graduated a valedictorian. He was also rumoured to be taking over his family’s multinational company branch in China while his older brother gets based overseas to look over their international branches. Yet somehow, here he is, working overtime in a too small cubicle with an aloof coworker who has nothing to boast for. After all, Guan Shan’s resume mainly consists of mediocre grades in a local university that is far from being a C9 League, one proper internship experience and multiple part time odd jobs to help him pay his student loans. 

He Tian has everything going for him, and yet, why? Guan Shan is so lost in his own thoughts that he does not notice an arm reaching out to his laptop and folding it down, clasping his fingers that are resting motionlessly on the keyboard.

“Ouch! What the fuck?!” Guan Shan stands up and yelps in shock, spinning around to glare at the culprit. This proves to be a mistake as he realises he is face to face with He Tian, barely an inch away. 

Suddenly, the room feels hot and all Guan Shan can hear is his heart rapidly beating in his ears as he sees a totally different expression from the latter: lips twitching up, high cheekbones raised making them even more pronounced, coupled with a pair of grey eyes sparkling and curving in childish amusement. Even though he knows that He Tian is laughing at his expense, somehow, Guan Shan could not bring himself to break eye contact, wanting to look as long as possible until he commits He Tian’s genuine smile to memory.

“Earth to Little Mo, I said I was done with the report and had emailed our supervisor, and was thinking of treating you to a sandwich as a thanks for your effort.” He Tian replies, amusement laced in his voice as he breaks the silence.

“...How do you know I like…” Guan Shan dumbly replies, still feeling overwhelmed by the close contact to even retort He Tian as he feels his face getting even hotter.

Breaking eye contact, He Tian steps to the side and fishes out his car key, hooking the key ring to his finger. As much as he finds his flustered colleague both amusing and endearing, he makes sure to give Guan Shan some space in case the other gets too stunned and passes out. “Well, who else in this office eats those except for you? So what do you say, it'll be my treat and I can drive us there.” He Tian says as he leans back on the cubicle wall, spinning the car key around.

“.... Uh… mm” Guan Shan nodded, feeling too light headed to speak properly.

“Let’s go then.” He Tian steps out of the cubicle, making his way out as he turns off the office lights.

Guan Shan’s mind is reeling as he follows He Tian from behind. Why is he suddenly reacting like this? Why did he agree to have dinner with him? Most importantly, WHY IS HE SUDDENLY HAVING SUCH THOUGHTS OF THAT ANNOYING CHICKEN DICK?

God, he hates working overtime.

Notes:

If you made it here, thanks for reading! I’ve been wanting to write a fluffier, slice of life office romance with Tianshan for quite awhile now - an AU with no mafia drama, no She Li being a creep, just coworkers dicking around and relatively normal problems here and there. I only committed after getting reminded of this official Tianshan art by Old Xian on the discord. Aside from 19 days, I also draw inspiration from a webcomic called Senpai ga Uzai, Kouhai no Hanashi. I’m a huge sucker of slow burn fluffy Tianshan where Guan Shan is initially annoyed at He Tian and slowly and reluctantly falls for him. Hehehehehehehehe *continues to laugh in fujoshi*

Not going to lie, I do feel nervous posting it. However, after seeing many Tianshan fics (they are good! don’t get me wrong) that doesn’t have a workplace AU, I thought I’d manifest it onto the internet space! Do let me know what you think, as I am considering expanding this into a multi-fic once I stop being lazy.