#//feel free to have the Knight do whatever you want in your replies!

[poweroverflowing]

Brave Blood Braver Heart

Literature aficionados might recognize the title Memory of the Hills, and they might know that it sold terribly in the brief time that it was stocked in bookstores due to its stagnant plot whose setting never goes beyond the walls of the “the village.” If they managed to even read the book, then they know that the first few pages open to the description of a nameless yet dutiful Knight who stands guard at the front gates day in and day out. Although dressed head to toe in armor, a cloud-shaped birth mark stains her left cheek. She’s the one who greets you with no little amount of surprise, but invites you to spar to test your mettle. [Grants Lance +1]

“Hark! An invitation to a fated duel?” To even less surprise, Owain rises to the challenge. He and Alfonse had been brought together by another reset of the book world, and though they’d only known each other a short while, Owain wastes not a moment dragging his newfound companion into his antics. He laughs, “HA HA!” at the woman’s dialogue, tilting his chin and closing his eyes to show superiority, “Though your request to combat is an honorable one, dear vanguard, it will prove to be foolish. For you have made the mistake of challenging a pair of legendary warriors!

(Not sure if you’re actually the stuff of legends, buddy, but try to follow the script.)”

To make his point, Owain turns his back to Alfonse and strikes a pose. His arms fold over his chest, before one suddenly juts out to point at their adversary. He seems to be expecting Alfonse to do the same. Whether the prince actually does or not (or decides to follow in any of this roleplaying, for that matter) is entirely up to him. 

There’s very little he can do to stop the Ylissean once he gets fired up, though. Owain has seen countless resets of this world, and though each brought something different to the table, he is starting to get bored. For a moment he mulls over the possibility that, maybe, he’ll be trapped in here until he dies. It’s a horrifying thought, but one he decides to face it later. He prefers to live inside a fantasy where everything is okay, and destiny waits for no one, after all. 

A smirk then pulls at his lips. The Knight gives no reaction to all his flashy proclamations, but he just keeps it going, “Surely you’d think it best to summon a trusted ally? Engaging just one of us is a brave feat, but two at a time shall spell thine doom!” Though he may have a point--that fighting two-on-one seems hardly fair--there’s something about the Knight’s demeanor that says she knows what she’s doing. Could that cloud-shaped mark have to do with anything? This will be Owain’s first time in all his many adventures that he’s made combat with her (surprising, I know), so he’ll only be able to wait and see.

“But enough prattle! My sword hand hungers for for blood!” A simple iron blade is then removed from his hilt. It doesn’t seem notably powerful or even really sharp. In fact, if Alfonse looks closely, he might mistake it for a blunted baton. It probably can’t even do any real damage to this Knight’s armor. “Missiletainn, come unto me!” With yet another over-the-top pose, the brand replaces Owain’s finger in pointing at his foe.

“With this apocalyptic weapon at my side, you stand not a chance, fiend! I shall allow you the first strike, after a few words from... Er, my comrade. Whose name I most definitely know as it has been prophesized to me...”

He obviously does not know.

@alfvangr

[lordsukunas]

“i think forever would be nice with you.”

synop. kunigami wants to be with you for life.

tags. fem!reader (called ma’am once), fluff fluff fluff, uh a bit of angst if u really really really squint, reader is a tease and kind of a pessimist (or maybe a realistic idk up to u), kunigami is head over heels, dont ask when this would happen in canon bc idk, not proofread

note. ngl im tired asf... if this is incoherent, im sorry. the ending is vv awkward, mb. uhhhh man idk what else to say kunigami is the sweetest boy alive. this is inspired by one of those timtok slideshows, the one thing that app has done good forme

you flop back on the sand, chest heaving up and down from trying (and failing) to race kunigami. sweat rolls down the side of your face and neck, and you can feel the gritty sand clinging to your bare feet and legs.

“tired?” he plops down on the sand beside you and reaches for your hand. his larger, thicker fingers intertwine with yours, and he gives your hand a gentle squeeze, as if to comfort you after your shameful loss.

“very,” you huff out. your lungs burn as you gulp down air. “how do you— how do you do this every week?”

he shrugs. “habit. started when i was kid, found it fun, so i kept doing it. helps me stay in shape whenever i don’t wanna go to the gym or just need some time alone.”

his free finger doodles the face of a polar bear in the sand. you smile — it’s cute how he knows how to draw that from memory.

your eyes roll to look at him. his face is shiny with sweat, and the pale moonlight softens his features, giving kunigami almost a boyish look.

there’s no one else here. just you, kunigami, and the sounds of the waves lapping against each other and the shore. the beach is clean, too. not a crumpled beer can or a plastic wrapper in sight.

“does anyone else even know this place exists?” there’s that familiar teasing lilt in your voice, but he knows you’re serious.

he scratches the back of his head. “nah. i mean, there’s the occasional fisherman or maybe some elderly couple, but i don’t think anyone our age knows about this.”

“huh.”

a pause, and the warm breeze blows across your skin, dusting the sand away.

you grin. “so you’re just gonna gatekeep this for eternity, huh?”

“what? no!” you can practically feel his cheeks heating up from here. “i didn’t wanna ruin it by bringing the wrong people here, y’know? they might trash it or somethin’.”

“and what if i trash it?”

“you won’t.” kunigami’s reply is instant, the words shooting out of his mouth and into the night’s atmosphere. “you’re special.”

whatever goofy reply you had on your tongue instantly melts, and you’re pretty sure your heart skips a beat or two. how can he say such romantic things so... so casually?

“i, uh...” he sighs and goes back to tracing shapes in the sand, his hand still holding on tightly to yours. “you wouldn’t do something like that. even if you did, i’ll be right there to clean it up.”

you push yourself up so that you’re sitting criss-cross. your entire body is facing him now. “but what if we break up? or you move away?”

“i won’t. we won’t.”

your brows knit together. “rensuke, you don’t know that.”

something is bound to happen. something always happens. nothing good lasts forever, right? he’s in blue lock, dedicating weeks at a time to train and play in tournaments to be the world’s best striker — at some point, he’s going to have to choose. you or his football career.

even to yourself, you sound pessimistic. but you just have to be honest with yourself. life isn’t a fairytale, despite kunigami being your knight in shining armor.

“i want forever with you.”

his gaze meets yours, determination burning in auburn irises. “i’m not gonna sit here and lie to you or be embarrassed about it, ‘cause it’s true.”

you blink, and it feels like all the air has been sucked out of your lungs.

kunigami, your boyfriend of two years, wants forever with you.

it’s ridiculous, fantastical, a hundred other synonymous terms. both of you are seventeen — you have decades and decades ahead of you to decide when you want and who you’re going to spend forever with.

and he chose you.

his adam’s apple bobs, but his gaze doesn’t waver. “do you want forever with me?” his grip on your hand tightens.

“yeah.”

you don’t have to think about it. there’s nothing to think about it. it’s dumb and unrealistic, sure, but when has kunigami ever broken a promise? when has he ever lied to you?

it doesn’t take decades of being together to know that kunigami loves you with all of his heart, and you love him just the same.

your lips curl into a smile, and you can’t tell whether your vision is getting blurry from happy or sad tears. “i want forever with you.”

“okay.” he adjusts himself so that, now, both of you are facing each other. his shins touch yours, and his other hand grabs yours.

“‘okay’? that’s it? after you basically just proposed to me?” you raise an eyebrow. “with no ring, either! you could’ve gotten me a ring pop.”

kunigami chuckles, the tension seeping out of his bulky form. “sorry. i’ll get you a ring pop on the way back.”

“two ring pops, actually, and they better be the right flavor.”

“yes, ma’am.”

[literary-motif]

Secretary (NSFW)

Isaac Rhoades x Reader

Giving Isaac head under the desk while he’s on the phone. 

“I’ve got some interesting things you might want to take a look at,” you said, handing Isaac a stack of papers. 

He took it absentmindedly, muttering a small ‘thank you’ as he continued furiously scribbling something down on the margin of the document he was pouring over.

Isaac had been preoccupied with a different case for the past few days. Originally, it had been a favor he agreed to do for Asirel — look into the business of some of his more volatile acquaintances and gather as much discrediting data on them as possible — but this side case had led him to do some research that unearthed intriguing connections neither of you had thought of before. 

For as much as you were both invested in your work, Isaac had started to look like a man possessed by the need to know. 

Sometimes when you were sitting down to eat, an idea would strike him and he would spring up suddenly, rushing to his study to follow up on it, leaving you sitting alone at the table. He would jolt awake in the middle of the night and jot down new thoughts, half delirious, only to be annoyed in the morning at being unable to read his own handwriting and not understanding a word of what he’d written down.

The situation had gone out of hand. Isaac was thinking so much about Asirel’s colleagues and their dubious connections, that he had begun to neglect his other cases, mainly the one you were working on together. 

It did not bother you, taking on more of his workload and spending extra hours invested in your research, but you knew that part of the case was time-sensitive and you needed Isaac — concentrated and at his best — to prevent the worst from happening.

He massaged his shoulder with his free hand, kneading the base of his neck absentmindedly. An expression of discomfort and pain flashed across Isaac’s face briefly, and he retreated his hand from his tense shoulders. 

You knew that he was stressed, and as you looked at him now, you could see just how rigidly stiff his posture was. Isaac needed to relax and release some of the tension he carried from working himself into the ground. 

“This case you’ve been working on is more complex than we previously thought and, in cross-referencing it to past ones, I was able to pick out some patterns that point to the same group of people we already have under observation,” you explained, causing Isaac to look up at you briefly.

“Well done,” he said, and by the way his eyes returned to the words in front of him immediately, you knew that he had not understood a single word you said.

Sighing you moved around his desk to stand beside him, leaning over his shoulder to look at the document he was annotating. “Found anything interesting, my knight?” you asked, making sure that Isaac felt your breath on his skin from how close you were.

He hummed in reply, not elaborating further as he continued reading, ignoring or unbothered by your proximity. You suppressed the need to sigh in annoyance and hooked a finger under his chin instead, tilting Isaac’s head to the side to give you better access to his neck. “What are you doing?” he asked in confusion, still keeping his eyes fixed on the page and head tilted to the side, just as you had guided him to. 

As you began kissing his neck, sucking lightly at the sensitive spot right under his jaw, you could feel his heartbeat sped up under the touch of your lips. “Do I have your attention now?” you whispered, sending a shiver down his spine, “or do I have to resort to more drastic measures?”

Isaac swallowed, turning his head to glance at you. “You wouldn’t believe the trail I’m currently following,” he said breathlessly, “Whatever you think you have uncovered can wait. This here” — he pointed at the paper in front of him — “is monumental.”

“That might very well be,” you said sweetly, raking your hand through his hair and making Isaac sigh in contentment immediately, “but we have cases to work on other than Asirel’s petty security schemes.” Your hand trailed lower until you were playing with the hair at the base of his neck. 

Isaac breathed shakily, his eyes drifting shut of their own accord at how good your touch felt. You knew him too well. You knew exactly which buttons to push to get him riled up, you knew what to do to make him swoon, and you knew where to touch him to undo him in an instant. 

“I don’t think you’re playing fair,” Isaac observed as the fingers of your free hand slipped down his collar and pressed down on his spine, beginning to loosen the tension he held there with a few expert touches. He could not suppress the soft moan of bliss that escaped him. 

You smirked, tilting his head up again with a light pull at his hair. “I don’t think I know what you mean,” you purred, kissing his lips. “I’d just like you to pay attention to me when I tell you important things.”

“Everything you say is important to me,” he replied in a whisper, his eyes lighting up in delight as he saw you avert your gaze briefly. “Did I make you flustered, Pickle?” He chuckled fondly, kissing you again. “Why, that wasn’t my intention in the slightest, but I’ll admit, you look cute all bashful.”

You rolled your eyes, reaching across the desk to place the stack of paper with the case files connected to your primary case in front of him. “I’d really like you to take a look at these—”

The phone on his desk rang and Isaac tensed immediately, moving away from you and answering it with a professional, if not to say cold, statement of his name. Gone was the husky breathiness of only a moment ago, and his facade of stoic professionalism was back in place with no cracks visible. 

“Oh, Asirel, yes,” Isaac said, barely suppressing his excitement to let his friend — pardon, colleague — know what he had found out. “The people you requested are horrible. There is so much potentially fatal to their careers if you know where to look— They are done for, I’m sure.”

It was safe to say you were more than a little annoyed now. Asirel and his painful need for gossip — because that’s what got to his rivals, in the end. It was the rumors and thinly veiled jabs at their reputation and past mistakes that did them in — were interfering with your work, and it was not like you could just ignore Isaac’s sudden dive into a completely superfluous rabbit hole because you needed him and his knowledge of past cases that much predated your involvement in the PI-business to make sense of all the evidence you had accumulated. You knew there was something there, you just did not know what it was, but Isaac would. That was, if he cared to look.

You placed a hand on his shoulder, turning his chair around so he would face you and behold your disapproving stare. “And, well, do you remember the elitist hunting organization? Yes, that one. Turns out your treasurer has relations in it,” Isaac said, raising an eyebrow at you. 

‘This is important’ you mouthed to him and pointed towards the papers you had placed on his desk. He nodded dismissively and held up a finger, signaling that Asirel would only take a minute. You both knew he was lying and you groaned quietly in frustration.

You were suddenly struck with an idea that was guaranteed to get Isaac off the phone and you smirked, hesitating only a moment to consider it properly before dropping to your knees on the carpeted floor. In truth, you were thrilled to punish Isaac a little for ignoring you and being so absentminded without even putting in any effort to listen to what you had to say. It was childish, you knew, but that did not make the idea any less appealing. 

Isaac had not noticed you on the ground yet, but as you placed your hands on his thighs and slowly began moving them up, his head whirled towards you. The beautiful frown of confusion on his face made you smile mischievously as your hands brushed over his groin, reaching his belt as you looked up at him with burning intensity.

His eyes widened in sudden realization and he gasped quietly, mouth falling open to exhale shakily. You tilted your head, waiting for an answer before continuing. As Isaac’s cheeks turned a flaming pink, he gave a curt nod and cleared his throat, returning to his conversation with Asirel. 

The belt was quickly removed and as you freed his already half-hard cock, running a finger from the base to the tip, Isaac could not suppress a shudder. His eyes were fixed on you, waiting for what you would do next. “No, yes, I’m here,” he said, sighing, “now, it’s like I told you with the senator—”

You gave him a peck on the tip of his cock. It was enough to cut him off, making him grip the armrest of his chair in a white-knuckled grip as it twitched under your lips. Isaac was so unused to this, it was almost laughable how a few expert touches from you could make his iron resolve crumble. “The— the Senator, yes," he breathed as you wrapped one of your hands around the base of his cock and began stroking him leisurely.

“I— yes, the uh, the assistant knows that, too,” Isaac stuttered when you pushed his legs further apart to scoot even closer. His wide eyes and the blush spreading across his cheek made you want to tear him apart in the best way possible. He looked so out of his depth like this, with you kneeling in front of him and gazing up at him so sweetly.

The desire churning within him was impossible to ignore and he wanted to sigh in pleasure when he felt you placing sloppy kisses around his cock. You felt so good, and he longed to tell you, praise you for how good you made him feel, for how much pleasure you gave him.

He wanted to lean his head back and let you take charge, sink into the hazy feeling slowly pulling him under and relinquish all control to you. He knew he could trust you. He knew he could be vulnerable with you, and he wanted to show you just how much control you had over him when you made him moan your name.

"Yes, Asirel," Isaac gasped, "I'm listening, go on."

His cock was painfully hard now and you made sure he was looking into your eyes as you took the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue along the underside of it. Isaac choked.

“No, no. I’m fine, it’s nothing,” he rushed out, holding onto the armrest for dear life to distract him from the overwhelming need to buck his hips into your mouth. “It’s nothing. What else do you want to know?” 

Slowly, you took more of his cock and began sucking, bobbing your head. Isaac’s breathing was shaky as he hummed in agreement to whatever Asirel was saying. You could feel his entire body trembling, his hips stuttering in minuscule jerks.

With his eyes closed, he only felt your hand stop caressing his chest a moment before you reached into his slacks and fondled his balls. The new sensation made his decorum melt like ice.

He thrust his cock into your mouth with a sudden snap of his hips, making you gag. Tears sprang to your eyes immediately and you pushed yourself off of his cock for a moment to breathe, caught off guard by the sudden movement.

Isaac pressed the phone against his chest hard to muffle his moan. The feeling of you choking on him was so good, you were so good. There was nothing he wanted to do more than slam the phone down and lose himself to the feeling of you around him, hear you gag on his cock until he ravished you in return, bending you over the desk and fucking you for as long as it took for you to forget the papers you were being railed on.

“What was that, Asirel?” Isaac asked, voice hoarse, “I didn’t quite catch that.” His hand reached out to caress your cheek softly, brushing away the tears that had naturally escaped your eyes. You tilted your head to place an open-mouthed kiss against his palm, causing Isaac to bite his lip.

His fingers moved up to thread through your hair as you took him into your mouth again, guiding your head to bob in a gentle rhythm. Isaac opened his eyes to look down at you, his cheeks red and pupils blown wide in bliss. 

He looked beautiful like this, nearly undone as you made him feel good. It was almost painfully easy to break his resolve now that he had let you into his heart, and you cherished every second of him allowing you to see him vulnerable, happy, or as sinful as he was now. 

You hummed around his cock and his eyes fluttered shut again, mouth falling open in a silent moan as his hand tightened in your hair. It made you grunt, the vibrations of it going straight to Isaac’s cock. The pleasure was building rapidly inside him, and he could feel himself getting close.

“Mhm, I see," Isaac rasped hastily, "Listen, I’ll send you the files and my notes, alright? Good. I’ve got to go now. Goodbye Asirel.” He slammed the phone down before he got a reply, releasing a strangled moan and throwing his head back.

“God, you’re so good,” he whimpered, loosening his tie with shaky fingers, “So good yes. Are you alright? Did I hurt you?” he asked, running his hand through your hair gently as you continued sucking him off. "I didn't mean to pull your— I—"

You gripped his hand, meeting his gaze to let him know you were fine. You could tell Isaac was close. His breathing uneven and legs trembling, hips rocking to thrust into your mouth. You squeezed his hand, encouraging him to let go. 

“I—” he gasped, cut off by a moan, “I think I— I’m gonna— yes, yes, please.” He came hard down your throat with a jerk of his hips, clutching your hand as if it was the only thing keeping him together.

When he calmed down from his high, he slumped back in his chair exhausted, sweat coating his forehead. “That was— you were amazing,” he said, speech slightly slurred. “Would you like me to—?”

“Take a look at the papers I gave you, yes,” you rasped, clearing your throat and wiping some of his spent from the corner of your mouth.

Isaac glared at you playfully, offering you a hand to get up from the floor. You took it, smirking at him in return.

"I'm gonna make you forget about those fucking documents, I swear."

Part II

[junosartsthetic]

Baby, I’m Jealous

Headcanons for when a collection of my favorite JJBA characters get jealous (whether they’d like to admit it or not). She/her pronouns used for reader.

Hol Horse

Jealousy?

Please

He’s a love ‘em and leave ‘em type 

He doesn’t get jealous

At least, that’s what he tells himself when he sees you with some smooth-talking son-of-a-bitch from across the bar

He grips his drink angrily, chugging it down in one fell swoop

Just because you two weren’t official, more like a friends with benefits situation, doesn’t mean this asshole had any right to speak to you, much less caress your hips like he wanted to get you out of your dress

Besides, he didn’t like this guy

A feeling in his gut told him he was gonna break your heart

Not on his watch

You didn’t have time to think before Hol was wrapping his arm around your waist from behind, pulling you against his seething chest

“I don’t know what the hell you think yer doin’ with my girl, but if you don’t get outta my sight by the count of three—”

He summons his stand

“I’m gonna pump ya full of lead”

The bastard is gone before you could process what happened

“Was he botherin’ ya, sweetheart?” he breathes against your ear

“Was he bothering you?” you replied, turning to smirk at him

“I didn’t know you could get so jealous, cowboy”

“Just wanna make sure my cowgirl is okay”

You roll your eyes

“Whatever you say. Just next time, wait until I score a free drink before scaring off the asshole, okay?”

Jonathan Joestar

He’s a proper gentleman (trademark)

But deep down

There’s definitely a part of him that comes out when he sees someone particularly close to you

He convinces himself its to keep you safe and sound

But he knows you’re fine

He just wants you in his arms instead of across the ballroom chatting with another man

Quickly, the man backs off, leaving you alone

It doesn’t take you long to figure out what scared him off

You turn around to see your Jonathan with a deadly stare

He immediately smiles once he has your attention

You walk over, shooting him a look

“JoJo, sweetheart. You didn’t scare off that man, did you? The one I was talking to?”

He places his hands in yours, pulling you close as he presses a kiss to your forehead

“What are you talking about, love?”

“Jonathan.”

“I thought he might be making you uncomfortable.”

“Jonathan Joestar. Be honest with me.”

“I didn’t like how close he was to you. . .”

He pulls away to give you his usual puppy dog eyes

For such a giant, looming hunk of a man, he made you melt into a puddle with his cuteness

“I apologize for my actions. I don’t know what came over me”

You press a long kiss to his lips

“Just save that energy for our wedding night, alright, JoJo?”

His face erupts in red

“Aren’t you bold tonight, my love?”

You shoot him a wink

“I liked the fire in your eyes, what can I say?”

Jean Pierre Polnareff

For such a bold and flirty individual, he sure is a hypocrite

Of course, he’s now only flirty with you, his one and only

But still

When he spots a barista write his number on your coffee cup, he can’t help himself

Like the dramatic knight in shining armor he is

He stands from the table, swooping over to where you stand at the pick-up counter. You blink in surprise

“I said I could grab the coffee—”

He cuts you off with a hand on your back, the other sliding to grip your thighs. In the blink of an eye, he’s got you dipped back in the middle of a Starbucks

He never ceases to surprise you

Of course, you both lean in for a kiss

You have a feeling you know what this sudden romantic action is about

You pull away before he can deepen the kiss

“Jean, we are in public, you dork. What was that all about?”

“I just wanted to show my love, cherie,” he says

“Right,” you reply, steadying yourself upright before grabbing your coffee. You point to the number

“It had nothing to do with this?”

He feigns a gasp

You roll your eyes

“You’re a terrible faker, you dumbass.”

You plant a kiss on his lips

“But still. You’re cute when you get jealous.”

“That wasn’t jealousy!”

“Whatever you say.”

“I swear it wasn’t—hey! Don’t walk away from me! Come back!”

Joseph Joestar (p 3 version of course)

He likes to say he’s too old for childish shit like jealousy

But there’s still occasions where it gets to him

Especially when you look so nice in your work attire

A simple pencil skirt and white blouse drives him crazy

You only get one step out the door before lilac vines ensnare your waist, pulling you back inside and against a familiar broad chest

“What do you think you’re doing, mister?” you ask, eyes still focused on the still open door

“Who are you trying to impress dressed like that, sweetheart?”

“These are my usual work clothes, Joseph.”

“And still, you drive me crazy wearing them.”

You roll your eyes, turning to flick his forehead

“Can I go do my job now?”

He wraps his arms around you, pulling you in for a kiss

You have to stop his hands from exploring down your lower back

You pull away

“Are you seriously getting jealous of nobody right now?”

“Nobody? I’m jealous of every lucky bastard you walk past today. It’s not fair”

“I can’t just wear a robe to work. Besides, you’re the only one who gets to see me with these clothes off”

You pat his cheek, stepping out of his grasp

“I’ll see you when I get home, okay? I’ll bring dessert”

He stares as you saunter out the door, giving him a wink that makes him swoon

“You’re such a tease, (Y/N)!”

Guido Mista

He tries to control himself as much as possible

His rambunctious stand, however?

You can’t go out wearing anything remotely revealing without them fussing over you and everyone else

“Mista!!!!! Do you see what she’s wearing? What if she finds someone else looking like that and falls in love with them instead?”

“Yeah! What if someone tries to hit on her? Can we shoot them? Is that okay? Mista!”

You hear their whines as you finish applying your lipstick

“Hey,” you speak up, “I’m happily dating Guido Mista, my lovely boyfriend. I’m not going anywhere, guys. Promise.”

“Mista!! How’d you get so lucky!!!!”

Mista is leaning against the doorway, staring as you stand from your vanity

You give him a twirl in your new dress

“How do I look?”

The pistols have to snap him out of his daze

“Holy shit.”

You laugh, planting a kiss on his cheek, leaving a stain of your lipstick on his sweaty face

He is down bad

He vaguely thinks about begging you to stay home and let him rip that gorgeous outfit off of you

But he knows how much you’re looking forward to girl’s night

“I’m leaving with the girls. I’ll be back by midnight, okay? Keep the bed warm and I might just meet you in it.”

He nods eagerly

[discordantwords]

20 questions for fic writers

I was tagged by @khorazir and @raina-at. Thanks so much for tagging me!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 47 (how is it that many?!) 29 for BBC Sherlock 18 for The X-Files

2. What's your total A03 word count? 897,533

3. What fandoms do you write for? Currently only BBC Sherlock

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

(Never) Turn Your Back to the Sea

White Knight

Incidents with Dogs, Curious and Otherwise

Another Auld Lang Syne

The Dead Detective

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I try to! I'm not always the best at keeping up, especially lately as my schedule has been erratic and I can only steal a few minutes here and there for fandom activities. But even when I don't have a chance to reply, I do read and treasure each and every comment.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I guess maybe The Pillar upon which England Rests has the saddest ending of anything that I've ever written, but I don't really consider it a sad story. It's set immediately post Reichenbach, told mostly through flashbacks as Mrs Hudson shares the story of how she met Sherlock with John. Sherlock is still "dead" when the story comes to a close, and John and Mrs Hudson are both grieving, though we as the reader know their loss is temporary.

I have a few shorter fics with ambiguous endings that lean in the angsty direction:

Nothing Happened in Belarus deals with accidental time travel, with grief-stricken S4 Sherlock finding himself briefly in the care of S1 John. Alas, the reprieve is a short one, as neither Sherlock nor John become aware of what is happening in time to take advantage of the opportunity.

At the end of Leaves Sherlock and John have either triumphed over the hallucinogenic vines that have invaded 221B… or they haven't. (I have my own theory, but you are free to interpret the ending however you choose.)

In EXECUTE John inadvertently deletes Mary from existence. He gets his happy ending, but has to live with the uncomfortable knowledge of the choices he's made.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Most of my fics have happy or at least hopeful endings. I like leaving the boys in a good place. I guess it depends on the flavor of happy you're looking for. But I'd say that these are probably the happiest:

(Never) Turn Your Back to the Sea

Inscrutable to the Last

White Knight

Another Auld Lang Syne

Whirlwind

8. Do you get hate on fics? Thankfully, no. A few weird comments here and there, but nothing too bad. The vast majority of my interaction with others in the fandom has been absolutely wonderful.

9. Do you write smut? Most of my sex scenes stay in R rated territory. But I tend to roll with whatever the plot demands of me.

10. Do you write crossovers? I've done quite a few fusion fics, but not crossovers. Crossovers aren't usually my cup of tea.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Once, sort of, but I don't believe it was done maliciously and I don't wish to call attention to it.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes! I'm always flattered by requests to translate my writing.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? A friend and I used to write together quite a bit in high school, but nothing that has made it out into the world.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship? Sherlock & John and Mulder & Scully.

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Crime Writer is a Sherlock/Knight Rider fusion that ran out of steam a while back (although it was intended to be episodic and IMO doesn't feel too horribly unresolved where it ends, so don't let the unfinished nature of it put you off if you're inclined to read it).

I'm still optimistic about most of the WIPs in my WIP folder, heh. I guess we'll see what next year brings.

16. What are your writing strengths? I like to think I'm good at writing complicated people with complicated feelings that don't always resolve neatly.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I don't think my smut is particularly inspired. And I have a very hard time writing fluff or domestic situations without having some angst to drive the plot.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I personally wouldn't attempt it. I'm not fluent in any other languages and there's far too much nuance to leave in the hands of Google Translate. :)

19. First fandom you wrote for? X-Files! (Unless you count unrefined and unposted scribblings from my younger years, I definitely went through a phase where I was trying to fix the Terminator time loop in a way that allowed Sarah Connor and Kyle Reese to live happily ever after.)

20. Favourite fic you've ever written? Oh, this is always such a hard question to answer. The Pillar upon Which England Rests is the first fic I wrote for the Sherlock fandom, so it has a special place in my heart. I'm really proud of the cases and complex plot in Out There. (Never) Turn Your Back to the Sea is the one that seems to resonate with the most people. And White Knight is the fic I'd most like to see turned into an episode of the show. :D

I'll tag @thetimemoves @insistentbass @lololollywrites @arwamachine @naefelldaurk @clueless-mp4 @totallysilvergirl and anyone else who would like to play along!

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These hands to let it go free and this love came back to me / OUAT FanFic AU ⚔️

Pairing: Charming!Nikolai & Snow!Amelia

Summary: What happens when your brother crashes your wedding with an unexpected gift that made you question your love and worth? A curse.

Characters mentioned : Ben Barnes as The Dark Prince, Liane, Cole, Ethan, Cassandra, Jeremy, Cherik and etc

Note: There was a time when the couple was on the run hiding from the royal forces, going as Nicholas & Amara

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The wedding bells were ringing in the heavenly lit castle with guests from all over cheering as the couple dressed in whites and browns smiled being newly announced as husband and wife.

Snow in her pure feather dress with red edges to give it an accent as Charming was dressed in browns and blacks, his captain hat styled with a deep green feather attached to the inside.

Just then, the doors banged open and in swung the dark prince of crime, a king of shadows you can say holding up a playful fireball as he giggled. The crowd gasped, some yelled and others knights raced in protection as the prince with a flick of his wrist threw the guards back then glared at the couple.

“How cute. Didn’t think of inviting your brother to the wedding?” Yelled the dark prince of crime.

Charming held his wife closed and pointed his sword as he spat, “Get out!”

“Relax, brother. I’m here to offer you a gift for your precious little wedding and you’ll like it.”

“I don’t want it! Get out, Alexander. Your not king anyone, only a mere prince.”

“Oh hush, you never let me finish. Here’s my gift, this whole day will be a peaceful one, I’ll even give you the week. But starting Sunday at the tip of midnight, I will destroy your happiness, if it’s the last thing I do.”

Charming ordered the guards to get up and lock the castle, as he threw shadow sword straight at his brother, in a cloud of smoke older man disappeared. But he left with a cut on his right arm as the shallow sword dropped.

———

Weeks—months past as Charming and Snow, also known as Nicholas and Amara when on the run, have gotten that news with their friends and found family. As they tried to all search for the prince, regroup and find a way to stop whatever cursed plan that is coming their way.

Nikolai was searching one night, stressing about it in the king’s office of their castle as he spoke with Marlene and Melissa about it. Princess Liane, sat down trying to figure out how it can play out.

His wife stole him for a moment, telling everyone else to rest as she stood in the castle’s kitchen making him a sandwich as he sat down listening to her words. He adored that she was always supportive and there to ease his emotions with a couple of smoothing words, even when he felt he had the entire weight of world on his shoulder.

She placed the sandwich on the table telling him to eat as she listened to his worries and rubbed his shoulders, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“My heart, you’re in need to sleep and regroup later. You’ve been practicing your sword fighting all week and if not, you’re scouting with Marlene..” She said with a sigh, “He’s just trying to get into your head.”

“He’s not. He once held me captive in his chambers underneath the castle because he thought I was a better sword man than him. Poison me with a stupid apple and gave you a sleeping a curse..” He replied taking a bite out of the sandwich humming.

“If he hasn’t inactive since the wedding, he won’t be now. He’s petty and narrating a path that will lead him to more hate towards you. He wants to get in your head and not feel worthy of your title.”

“Am i worthy of this?”

“You married a farm girl, who was thrust into a world of royalty. You showed me and others kindness despite all you faced, so yes. Your worthy. And our child will see that to be true.”

He pressed a hand to her belly and rubbed small circles at catch their little prince or princess attention. He whispered a few sweet nothings to her belly and smiled getting a small kick in return.

Then he thought of something and smirked, “Your child. I want to ensure their safety if it’s the last thing I do..and will have to ask Cassandra to do so.”

She gave him a confused look with slight fear, “I-is that asking of too much? What if she says something that isn’t true?”

“It will be. We can resting knowing they will be alright, protecting them from my brother and his dark plans will be worth it. She can see the future!”

“If she says I’m twins I’m gonna be freak out.”

With that he laughed and pressed a kiss to her cheek. He always planned on day having at least 3 children with her, especially knowing that she will be an amazing mother.

Within 48, Cassandra they arrived at the castle after guarding her flowers and spells to tell them all the truth behind the plans. Her eyes turned white and held up a finger with a odd look on her face.

She sat at the round table and spoke softly, “..The dark prince is casting a curse to spend us all to a land without magic, helpful dreams will never arrive. It will take over as much land as possible. He is teaming up with..the prince of mischief and Shaw to help with his spell.”

Those words caught Erik and Charles attention, as they sat the round table with their children Cole, Meira and Ethan. Erik grunted and looked at his husband who sighed already thinking of what can be done to protect their young.

Liane sighed looking at Ethan and then Nikolai, as she heard Cassandra speak softly what she can see. 3 villains all in one go, but the main one was Alexander who caused the grand curse as to destroy everyone at play. She wanted to protect her soon niece or nephew from all of this just as much as the parents did, hell she wanted to protect her found family along with herself. Alongside her crush, that was Ethan.

Cassandra opened her eyes as if her flashes were over as she said, “I didn’t see much but we all don’t survive this smoking dark curse. But we can save ourselves once it’s hit.”

Nikolai groaned pinching the bridge of his nose as he shared a look with Cole, and asked, “How? My child is a stake here, Cass! My brother will be..”

“Relax! We can send a few into the curse with knowledge of it all.”

“I’m not risking that. Erik come on, our friends likes are at stake and we only half will know.”

Erik sighed and grunted, “You think I like this? I don’t. But if we can go with Cassandra’s plan find a safe spot and do a few thing, it will work.”

Cole scoffed, “Yeah, sure dad, with what?”

“The Enchanted Forest is filled with trees of all kind, if we crave one with elements of magical escape, we can send all of that.”

Liane asked, “You can’t be serious. What? Are we gonna make a wardrobe out of a tree?”

“She’s onto something. Yes that can work! Melissa can help carve it.” Ethan added as Meira nodding knowing where to find such tree.

Cole and her disappeared in a cloud of smoke with Erik to go search for it with a second to spear. Amelia was quiet the entire meeting, rubbing her husband arm as she leaned into her chair. Liane noticed wondering what exactly she is thinking as she noticing her friend look at her husband with worry. Melissa share a look with the other girls.

“Mia relax. It’s gonna be fine..” Liane spoke, fixing her tiara with a smile, “I heard stress is bad for the baby.”

She sighed, “I have not given up hope..but who will go through the wardrobe is my worry..”

“Depends on the magic it can hold. My heard my father say it sometimes take up to 3 people or more..”

Nikolai looked down at his wife and kissed her cheek, “I got everything under control. And if we can’t find one, we will still find each other.”

“And your brother? Honey, you got bags under your eyes..we all do.” She asked with so much concern for him and their friends.

“If he shows up, I’ll let him know that he will have to wish he never enacted the curse in the first place.”

“Cole will try to kill him along with you…”

————

3 trees were found, as Melissa and Cole’s husband Jeremy carved it in the at the man’s workshop. Jeremy was a pirate first, builder second as he grinned.

The idea that wardrobe might protect memories and because children are most likely to believe in fairytales, they will remember once the reach the land. The adults might not remember every single thing, or so they think.

Rick, Roch and Luna planned on bringing their kids into one.

Bruce and Natasha suggest it would be for the best. Everyone single of them had their own plans and businesses to take care of that they kept a secret from each other.

Cole being the wiser one of the crew, knew if he didn’t make it into any wardrobe he would remember and know everything, by hearing the sound of any one of the kids names he will snap out of the trance and enact his murder to Alexander. He may not like Nikolai too much but Amelia was like a sister to him.

Beside that, Cole and Alexander had their own problems together in the past before he even knew that he was Nikolai’s older brother.

Suddenly the curse hit as cloud of smoke started to wash over the land as the crew started to fight for their lives, bringing any children to safety to the crafted wardrobes. At one of the castles, knights were coming as Erik was fighting them off with Ethan as he out of his own reasons, pushed his son into one of wardrobes closing it knocking him out cold.

Let’s just say Ethan arrived to the real world due to being knocked out cold without as many memories of his past near the woods of a city. It was rather fuzzy for him but he was fine, going on his merry way. Creating a bit of trouble that will come to bit in him the ass later on, in the future being a daughter named Belladonna.

The kids however arrived at the real world as well but somewhere else as the curse it them, waking up in their beds within a town. Where their parents there with them of course, but given cursed memories of not being fairytale characters.

———

Meanwhile in the Enchanted Forest, as the curse was slowly washing over the woods into the rest of the land, Amelia was panicking a bit more than she thought she would. Not as much as Nikolai, who was preparing himself for a possible war with Cole, if any arm came to anyone in the castle.

Amelia placed a hand over the belly, looking at the small bassinet nearby that was meant to their son. She looked over at her husband, not feeling like a princess but a little farm girl in worry as she said, “I’m ready to leave you..”

Nikolai placed his sword on the table and cupped her face, “You won’t be alone, my brother will pay for this.”

She sighed, “I know he will. But Cass and Cole predicted we will see everyone again on his 18 birthday..the closest thing is 16th. He will need his father.”

“And he will, tell him tales about me. How I slayed a dragon on my first try or how I became my time sailing a ship with Captain Hook.”

“You are so confident in this whole thing aren’t you?”

“I have courage and compassion, I learned that from you. Mainly, i have my wit, my charm and my powers..”

He about to say something else when he sensed a pressure in the air, then sudden his wife gripped his hand tightly muttering that they had bigger things to deal with it.

They were about to have a small surprise.

A few short moments later, Amelia was on the bed screaming in pain and cursing out how she can’t have the baby now. Nikolai held her hand trying to hush his wife’s worries, yelling for the doctor to do something.

The whole castle was abuzz with chaos. Liane fighting against the evil guards outside, Marlene flying about trying to give her wife time with any additional stuff to the wardrobe. Cole was on the rooftop of the castle with a murderous glare as Alexander and his curse reached closer than ever, trying any protective shield.

That was when Jeremy raced into the bedroom, with sword in hand telling Nikolai that the final wardrobe was ready, about to help get his friends to the nursery. Nikolai about to carry his wife and move her out to the wardrobe when the doctor told him to not take any chances, as their son was about to be born now.

Alexander reached to castle with his guards surrounding the place on the rooftop fighting Cole as Nikolai’s chuckled softly at his son being born and placed into his wife’s arms.

The curse is here, they basically failed. He was leaning towards the two pressing a gentle hand on his head hushing his cries as Amelia smiled with tears in her eyes humming a tone.

He was so small yet so beautiful, wiggling and whispering a little as his cries calmed down.

“Hey Joshua..our little love..” Amelia whispered smiling.

Nikolai used the back of his finger rubbing his child’s cheek and smiled, “..welcome to world, you couldn’t wait a few more hours could you sweetheart?”

“We failed..that’s okay..”

“But at least we’re together.”

Amelia paused for a moment and sighed wishing her husband’s strong wit and clever beliefs didn’t rub off on her but it did. She looked at him and said, “Go fight your brother..”

“What?” Nikolai said, holding his son in arms now fixing his baby blanket to keep him warm.

“..take him to the wardrobe with Jeremy and go help Cole..”

“No. Darling, no I can’t leave you like this right now. And not our son!“

“You said it yourself! We need to have courage and believe we will be okay, he will come back to us. It’s a risk, I know…”

“But we have to take it. We have to give him his best chance no matter what it takes. I hate it when I’m right.”

She pressed a kiss to her son’s forehead, telling Joshua to be a trooper for his daddy as Nikolai smiled softly hearing her, kissed his wife quickly grabbing his sword and rushed out. He joined Jeremy in the hallway who was fighting his brother’s knights and raced down the hall, defeating them to fight more keeping Joshua relaxed in his arms.

Jeremy lead the way to the nursery, as he rushed off to kill some guards that were coming to Amelia’s room to find Melissa trying to wake their friend up but she was knocked out cold.

Nikolai raced into the nursery, stabbing a knight and dropped his sword to create a shadow to knock a few other guardsmen out cold, hell he made sure they were dead.

With a flick of his wrist, he flung open the wardrobe’s doors and placed his son inside safety pressing a kiss to his forehead telling him to have courage and find them soon as he closed the doors.

Just as he did, in a cloud of green and black smoke appeared Alexander and Cole neck and neck trying to kill one another. Nikolai stood up with a shadowy smile and glared blasting his brother to a wall, as Cole pinned the man to the wall shouting at him.

Two verse one, as the 3 of them fought and as the smoking clouds from the curse becoming a storm, that rip off the top of the ceiling as Nikolai gasped pinning his brother to the ground holding up a shadow in his a hand.

Cole was behind him, trying to block the storm and yelled, “Where are we going?”

“Somewhere horrible.” Alexander said smiling with a glare.

“No shit dipshit.”

“In a few moments you won’t remember you were fighting me.”

“Very specific.”

Nikolai with a last minute stitch to leave a mark, pulling his sword in front of him and cut his brother in the same place he did months ago during his wedding day. A way for his brother to remember, that matter what happens he will never fully destroy his spirt. Alexander shouted in pain and pushed his brother away, causing him to storm back then attack Cole with a blast.

That was when cloudy spoke louder, engulfed the whole castle sending everyone to a town called Fighter-town, Maine.

Thanks for reading! What did you think of it? Yes I was watching season 1 OUAT pilot shhh 🤫

Fun fact! 🖋 Josh Dallas who plays Prince Charming in Once Upon A Time, played Fandral in Thor (2011)

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ genius of love : eddie munson

summary : while grounded, your beloved boyfriend Eddie comes to visit you, but still can't resist from getting you into trouble.

pairing : Eddie Munson x gn!reader

author's note : obligatory soft eddie fanfic....im sorry i just love him and he deserves sweetness :( i feel like he would rlly enjoy spending soft nights with his sweetheart u know... *bites my hand off*

(also most of my fics r song inspired so this one draws inspo from genius of love by tom tom club !!)

warnings : sort of suggestive at points, but generally sfw. lots of kissing. eddie is a big softy. also typos perhaps.

this fic is spoiler free !!

the rain outside is loud, thundering against the tiled roof of your house as you lie in bed. you're snuggled up under your white bed sheets, eyes drooping with sleepiness as the warmth of your blankets beckons you into a soft and sweet dreamland. you pull them up all the way to your nose and you inhale the comforting scent of laundry detergent. 

your Tom Tom Club record spins quietly in the corner of your room, drowning out some of the rain. you listen to Tina Weymouth's lovely voice and slip into sleep, but a sudden clink against your window rips you away from your trip to a blissful slumber. 

you blink a few times and turn your head to gaze at your window, another soft clinking sound meeting its glass barrier. you groan, untangling yourself from your sheets as you step onto the carpeted floor of your bedroom. you stumble over to your window and open it, the cold night air blowing harshly against your face. you don't dare to stick your head out the window any farther, unless you'd like to get rained on. 

"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, will you let down your hair?" a familiar voice calls to you. 

"my hair isn't long enough for that, you dork," you reply, making your annoyance clear. you receive a chuckle in return.

"Eddie, how many times have I told you not to throw rocks at my window?" you say as you look down onto your front yard, your boyfriend's lanky frame apparent in the darkness. 

he had made an unfortunate habit of doing this. instead of using the front door, like a normal person, he would pick apart your pebbled walkway and throw rocks at your window to get your attention. it reminded you of a fairytale, as if you were a princess locked away in a tower, Eddie being your knight in shining armor to come and rescue you (although slightly less romantic). you liked that he wanted to see you, sure, but his means of doing so we're…inconvenient. 

"they're not even that big, it won't break anything," Eddie calls up to you, his ever present grin plastered on his face. you roll your eyes. 

"you're so annoying," you huff. you don't want to show any excitement in regard to his visit.

"tell me about it when I'm not getting rained on. can I come in?" he asks you, and you reluctantly oblige. 

you watch with the slightest bit of nervousness as he skillfully climbs the tree on your lawn, jumping onto the small ledge just outside your windowsill. he carefully steps through your window and closes it behind him, finally turning around to face you with an all-too-pleased expression adorning his handsome features. 

"ta-da," he exclaims as he spreads his arms out wide, bowing. you shake your head and bite back a smile. 

"I'm getting better, huh?" he says, shaking the water off of himself like a dog after a bath, "I didn't even fall this time."

"whatever you wanna tell yourself, Munson," you sigh.

all he does is smile and you know that you can't really be angry with him. the sentiment behind his visit is too sweet. 

"let me go get you a towel," you break the momentary silence, walking out into the hallway, "you're dripping all over my carpet." 

"oh, my sincerest apologies," you hear Eddie say and something compels you to think that he's not really sorry. you wander back over to him and throw the towel into his arms. 

"what are you doing here, anyway?" you ask him as he rubs his face against the soft fabric. you know the answer but you want to ask him anyway.

"wanted to see you," he answers with no hesitation, not even bothering to look at you. your cheeks heat up slightly at how sure his words are. 

"Eddie, do you not understand how being grounded works?" you quirk a brow at him and he finally looks back up at you, "I'm not supposed to see anyone. especially you." 

"well, those are your mom's rules, right?" he puts his hands on his hips and you nod, "and guess what? you're mom's not here." 

"it doesn't magically disappear like that, Eddie," you say and he shrugs. he tosses the towel you handed him onto the floor and wanders over to you, grazing his hands along the sides of your arms. you shiver. 

"would you like me to leave?" he queries smugly.

"...no," you answer reluctantly and he smiles.

"thought so."

you do enjoy his company, that's something you're certain of. there isn't a day that goes by that you don't want to spend with him - spread out on his mattress in his trailer or watching MTV on your couch. he is comforting. he feels like somebody that you could spend the rest of your life with (you had been secretly meaning to tell him that, but it was far too embarrassing).

"you're still soaking wet," you murmur as you observe his rather damp state, "take your shirt off." 

Eddie raises his eyebrows at you and you already know what he's about to say. you brace for impact as his mouth drops wide open.

"oh, how very forward of you!" he exclaims and you flush, averting your gaze from his large, brown eyes. 

"Eddie, that's not what I-" you stammer awkwardly, your eyes flitting from him to the floor, "I just don't want you to get sick." 

"sure, sure that's what you meant," Eddie smirks impishly, leaning down to whisper in your ear, "I think you're just asking me to strip." 

"I am not!" you almost yell, and Eddie laughs at how red your face has become. you want to push him away, but Eddie's gentle touch against your hip distracts you from doing such a thing. he grins at you and tugs his shirt off, leaving you to gaze at his bare chest, littered with tattoos. 

"like what you see?" he waggles his eyebrows at you and you scoff, looking away. you do, why wouldn't you, but he doesn't deserve to hear you say such a thing. not when he's acting like this. you like to leave him begging for more sometimes.

your attention is refocused when you're suddenly pushed against the side of your bed, Eddie's arms lacing around your frame. you open your mouth to say something but Eddie silences you with a kiss. his mouth is warm and his lips are rough, like usual. he presses his nose against your own and runs his hands up and down the sides of your body, tugging at the fabric of your night shirt. submitting to his wishes, you loop your arms around his damp neck and pull your lips away from his. you stare into his pretty brown eyes, feeling like you could get lost in them forever. 

"missed you," Eddie mumbles, his voice so quiet you can barely hear him. your eyes close as his thumb strokes the skin of your stomach. it grazes the band of your underwear and you stifle a gasp.

"you'll see me tomorrow. I'll be ungrounded then," you whisper, trying to ignore his attempts to take your clothes off. Eddie frowns a little and lays you back onto your mattress. 

"I know," he says, his gaze wandering over your figure, something he can't help but do, "but it's different when we're at school." 

"there's always after school, you know," you reply sympathetically. he doesn't seem satisfied with your answer.

he marvels at how pretty you look, your hair all spread out on your blankets and your large eyes, like little moons, that gaze up at him cautiously, expectantly. he takes in the beautiful whole of you and you can't help but feel as if you're being studied, like a little thing under a microscope. you clear your throat and turn your head away from his scrutinizing stare.

"you've got a nice side profile," he comments randomly, his words enough to draw your focus back to him.

"you think so?" you blink. he nods.

"yeah. sweet face, too," he replies with a flirtatious wink.

your cheeks burn crimson as you smile at him and he leans down to kiss you again, harsher this time. his hands graze your neck and tangle in your hair. 

"you're not so bad yourself," you say in-between the slow movement of his lips. Eddie chuckles at your teasing response, his teeth bumping against yours for a brief moment. he climbs on top of you, caging you between his arms and pressing you into your white duvet, but his lips don't leave you until he finally needs to breathe. he pulls away, leaving the two of you desperate for oxygen. you stare up at him, at his bare chest and many tattoos and perfect hair, heaving. his eyes are half-lidded and filled with a look you know all too well. 

"you're so damn pretty," he says, a frequent compliment of his, and his eyes don't leave you. you smile gently and spread out your arms, beckoning him into your embrace. he obliges your wordless request and leans into you. he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, sighing deeply. 

you listen to the rain and your Tom Tom Club record keeps spinning. you close your eyes as you feel Eddie's heartbeat against your chest, the moment so blissful and sweet that it's better than any dream you could've had while asleep.

"you feel nice," Eddie murmurs against your neck, his hot breath tickling your skin, "warm." 

you hum in response and comb your fingers through his frizzy, brown locks. he moves his face to gaze at yours, a dreamy and loving look in his eyes. he ghosts the tips of his fingers across your cheek, bringing you into a kiss once more. he mumbles soft I love you's under his breath and you make a small noise of satisfaction when he bites your bottom lip. his hands go up your shirt once again but the sound of the front door opening downstairs ruins the sensuality of the moment. 

"shit," you hiss suddenly, and Eddie pulls away with a confused look on his face. you turn your head away from him, listening to your mother's keys jingle faintly. 

"shit, my mom's home," you say frantically, attempting to sit up with Eddie still on top of you. 

"the hell is she doing getting home now?" Eddie questions, seeming to not realize the seriousness of your situation. 

"she works late nights and-" you splutter, "Eddie you have to go!" 

"what? why?" he questions, nose to nose with you. you feel overcome with the sudden urge to smack him, forgetting the sweetness of his demeanor before. 

"because my mom will kill me if she sees you here! you were the one who got me grounded in the first place!" you explain, panic apparent in your eyes.

"I could just hide in your closet-" he tries.

"Eddie, if you don't leave, I swear to God I'll be the one that kills you," you threaten. 

Eddie draws a long sigh, pulling his shirt back on and stepping backwards towards the window. he opens it and shimmies his way through, his eyes still locked on yours. you meet him between its white frame, disappointed that your visit had ended so soon. if anything, you wanted him to spend the night. 

"I love you," you say suddenly, gently. Eddie's eyes soften as he looks at you, becoming soaked with rain once again. 

"shit, sweetheart, I'm crazy about you too," he grins his familiar Eddie grin, the one you're so obsessed with, "and I would stay here and whisper sweet nothings to you forever, but I am getting drenched and I don't want you or your mom to kill me." 

all you can do is laugh but you're quickly silenced when your mother barges into your room. you flip around to face her, your heart in your throat. 

"(y/n)?" she says. you blink owlishly at her.

"hi mom," you squeak out, fumbling with your shorts. she looks at you for a long while, gaze flitting from your figure to your window.

"what are you doing with your window open?" she asks you. you open your mouth to say something, then turn around, half expecting Eddie to still be there. 

but he isn't. he had gone as soon as he had come to you.

you let out a long sigh of relief and turn to your mother with a shrug. 

"I, uhm, forgot to close it, actually." 

"well, make a habit of doing so. you're gonna bleed the house of all its warm air, otherwise," she says, then exits your room with a quick goodnight. 

you stand in front of your window for a long while and then finally get back into your bed, sighing from the night's ordeal. you already miss the feeling of Eddie, his lips against yours and his hands stroking your skin. your Tom Tom Club record continues its spin, and you close your tired eyes as Tina Weymouth says that he's the genius of love.

you sink into your covers, fully agreeing with her.

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“How is the list, Gorou?”

“Well, I got the names of some of the penpals. We got Always-So-Busy Sakabashira, Widower Momiji, A Headless Knight, Calx, and a couple more weird and whimsical names… There’s like… around 10 or something.”

“Ah, I see, Sakabashira is █████ isn’t it– wait, even Calx is joining? Isn’t he a Mondstadter?”

“Aren’t you one too? Now that you mention it, there’s a couple of foreigners joining this event– we even got someone from Snezhnaya.” 

“Haha, where do you think Blue Eyes White Dragon could be from? Betting on Liyue.”

“Hmm… I have a hunch that they’re from Fontaine...”

“But what if they’re yokai, though?”

...

“... Do yokais play TCG?”

"... I know Itto does…"

[match-up event guidelines under the cut]

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SALUTATIONS! Mx. Ansy here– thank you so much for the 2k follows! I don’t celebrate White Days so this will be the reason why this event exists. No clue why that happened, but for the celebration’s sake, here’s a mini event as my thanks!!! (Even though it’s long overdue since I’m at 2.5k hahahaha…) 

Thank you to everyone that followed, liked, left comments (omg), reblogged, etc. ILYSM!!!! <3 (Don’t worry, I’m still working on the idol au ehe. I need you all to know about music composer!Tighnari’s mental fatigue.)

Here are the event guidelines and an example of how this works provided by “Ms. Hina” and “Fixer”!

Event Guidelines ✥:

NO NSFW MESSAGES. (Please remember someone is writing behind all this lmao. I’m asexual so my humblest apologies.)

Feel free to go nuts with your pen pal's name! No need to use the word “anon”. As long as you kept your identity a secret, you’re safe! There’s no real rule, just make sure it’s not longer than 6 words. 

Why is six words the maximum? Well… My best friend, Fried Tofu With All The Frills, “suggested” that it’s better that way…

Remember who runs this event behind the screen. Expect stalkers, monsters, etc. to respond to your letter.

You don't know who your pen pal is. Don't name who the receiver of your letter is. This is luck-based, and if I'm feeling like a gremlin I might just send your letter to Reckless Pallad if you do this lol. 

As the event name suggests: some might get villain NPCs & non-yandere character/s. Welcome back to another round of RNG if you aren’t already fricking tired from artifact grinding.

Only one penpal per person. No repeats. Every time I do an event, the yanderes are loyal.

Are you reading the guidelines? Good. Take note of this specific instruction or else I won’t add your letter to the event registration: greet your pen pal with a “Happy Irodori Festival!” or anything similar. That’s how I’ll know you’ve read everything.

Your letter could be around 200 words max but don’t feel forced to hit that threshold haha. Talk about whatever you want then send it in this blog’s ask box! I’ll pass it on to Ms. Hina or Fixer ♡

The response you’ll receive varies, but expect a minimum word count of at least 100 (some characters just won't write long). Hard to fit things with a single letter. Maybe your pen pal would be desperate enough to write 2 pages on their first reply. But don’t count on it. I’m trying my best to give out short replies to this event. The last idol event had 2k-6k word counts (when my plan was 1.8k max). This is me trying my best to exercise self-control lolololol.

Every letter is made on Canva. Huge shoutout to that website for carrying my SHS career and this event because I have S-tier garbage handwriting.

Also, a huge shoutout to @/watatsumiis! General inspired me to do this event, so please check his works if you want to read fluffy fics that’ll make you giggle! He provides such amazing brain rots, I swear. Unlike this gremlin right here, he’s wonderful and wholesome both as a writer and a person.

Well then, time for an example! Please copy Ms. Hina’s lead when you write your letter &lt;3

Tutorial/Example ✥:

“Dear Secret Penpal,

Happy Irodori festival! My name is Miss Hina, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I know that festivals tend to make everyone exhausted, so whoever this letter is addressed to, I hope you’re taking care of yourself. Remember to eat and drink water regularly! Even when to be honest, I already know who you are. I’m not great at talking about myself, but if anything is troubling you, don’t keep it all muzzled up inside.

- Ms. Hina”

The “penpal”’s reply (example only!!!):

Hmm, wonder who that could be? /s

Have fun!!! Happy Irodori Festival!!! (even though it’s windblume rn. I just can’t think of a book-based genshin event so lol here’s an advanced irodori patch for everyone.)

List of penpals/Masterlist:

SOME ARE CURRENTLY A SECRET

Don't get too cocky, though. Some of them aren't who you think they are ehe

"Calx" - Luthien

"Deshret" - Lisa

"Blue Eyes White Dragon" - ????

"Always-So-Busy Sakabashira" - Second Hand Of Time

"A Headless Knight" - Choco Found In Puppy's Tummy

"Widower Momiji" - Starlight

"Big Ears" - Honey On A Stick

"Fixer" - Tofu

"Fratello" - ????

No name - Vermiculis Creatio

No name - ????

[atlasscrumpit]

Marc - Friends on the inside

Life was lonely, you weren't alone that was for sure but you were lonely.

You worked as a 'maid' inside a small village.

Well, a cult village run by the one and only Arthur. But you didn't really have anywhere else to go.

If you left this place you would be in danger. At least here you could get food and money and you thanked the gods that your scales had balanced and Arthur didn't kill you.

Another thing that made your life hard and another reason Arthur liked you was because you were mute. A long time ago you had an accident and it was either lose your voice or your life.

"Y/N, lovely to see you." You heard a voice say while you were hanging out the washing.

You turned around and smiled seeing Arthur. You waved at him making him smile.

"Are you having a good morning?" He asked as you nodded and hung out the last piece of clothing.

"I would like to talk to you about something. Join me for a walk?" He asked as you placed the basket down and nodded following behind him.

"Everyone within this village, as you would know, has tattoos on their wrists to unite us all. Would you be willing to do the same?" He asked as you thought for a bit.

To be honest you didn't really want to, but you were scared to say no.

"You can say no if you want, there's no pressure." He said as you stopped and looked at him.

'Can I have time to think about it?' You signed making him smile and nod.

"Of course you can, Y/N. You just let me know whenever you're ready." He said as you smiled and nodded, signing 'thank you' to him.

"Come join everyone for breakfast, dear."

--

After breakfast you helped clean up the tables before deciding to go for a walk around the village.

You often what would happen when Arthur succeeded in freeing Ammit, you knew you would be safe but so many others wouldn't be.

You sighed and sat down on a small bench just on the border of the village.

You were deep in thought when you saw a pair of men's shoes stop in front of you.

"It's not really safe around here." He said in an American accent as you looked up at him.

"Do you live here?" He asked as you nodded a little.

He glanced down at your wrist.

"No tattoo?" He asked making you feel uncomfortable.

Yet still you looked up at him and shook your head.

You slowly and cautiously stood up and backed away a bit.

"It's okay, I'm not here to cause any trouble. I'm just trying to get information on Arthur. I'm sure you know him." He said as you kept your head downcast and nodded.

"Are you able to talk?" He asked making you look up again and shake your head.

"I know sign language if you need to say anything." He offered as you nodded.

'Why are you here?' You asked as he smiled a little.

"Arthur isn't a good man and a lot of people are going to die if he succeeds. I serve Khonshu." He said as your eyes widened and you stepped back a bit.

'You're the moon knight.' You replied as he nodded.

"You don't need to be scared, I know Arthur has probably told you many things but I promise I won't hurt you. Are you follower of Ammit?" He asked as you glanced around to make sure there were no prying eyes or ears.

Once you were sure you were alone you shook your head.

"Why don't you leave?" He asked as you wrapped your arms around yourself and sighed.

'I'm not safe in the real world, here I can at least be fed and have a job.' You replied making him nod once more.

"Maybe we can help each other out. I can get you out of here and keep you safe, and in exchange you can help me get inside information on Arthur." He said as you glanced around once more, paranoid someone was listenin9gk.

Maybe you were insane but you looked will be into his eyes and nodded.

"Good, I'm Marc. What's your name?" He asked before you signed your name making him nod.

"Well, Y/N I'm looking forward to working with you. Just get whatever information you can get and write it down, I'll visit you each night." He said as you nodded and held out your hand for him to shake.

"I'll see you soon, Y/N."

--

You did your usual jobs around the village but made sure to stay around Arthur when he would have 'meetings.'

You kept a notebook with you at all times and would write down everything you would hear.

When you would get back to your room you would write it out again so you could give it to Marc.

You secured it in a letter and put it under your pillow before sleeping.

You woke up a few hours later feeling someone shake you softly.

You rubbed your eyes and opened them to see it was Marc in the moon knight costume.

You reached under your pillow and handed him the letter as he nodded.

"Thank you, Y/N. I'll see you same time tomorrow."

--

You continued on for about two weeks, giving Marc the information he needed.

But you knew eventually it would come to an end.

Marc came into your room like he normally did, but he found your bed empty.

He immediately knew Arthur had found out about his scheme.

He went back outside and entered into the main hall where he saw you gagged and tied to a chair with Arthur and two guards behind you.

"Let her go, she hasn't go anything to do with this." He growled as Arthur chuckled.

"I suppose the scales can be wrong sometimes. Y/N's were balanced, but yet here she is betraying me." Arthur said as you bowed your head and felt tears in your eyes.

"It's okay, Y/N. We have a deal and I won't go back on it." Marc said as you looked up at him.

"I really wish I didn't have to do this." Arthur said as you felt the barrel of a gun press to your skull. You closed your eyes and cried silently.

Marc acted quickly and killed both guards. You got up still tied to the chair and knocked Arthur over.

You also fell to the ground and Marc ran over to untie you.

You got up and he was about to kill Arthur before you stopped him and shook your head.

But Marc couldn't leave without anything, he slashed Arthur's leg open before grabbing you in his arms and running away.

--

You'd made it back to Marc's apartment and you sat on one of his couches trying to think.

"Did he hurt you?" Marc asked as the suit retracted.

You looked up and shook your head. You couldn't help but let tears fall from your eyes.

Marc leant down in front of you and looked at you.

"You did well, Y/N. You can stay here, I'll keep you safe. Or I should say we will." He said as you nodded.

'Arthur told me you have dissociative identity disorder.' You signed as he nodded and smiled.

"Well, Steven and Jake will be glad to keep you safe too." He said reaching forward to hold your cheek gently.

You smiled, leaning into his hand.

You hadn't felt affection in a long time.

And Marc hadn't felt attached to someone in a long time. Maybe it was Steven rubbing off on him but he just wanted to wrap you up and give you a cup of tea.

"You're safe now."

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Sunny's Haircut

Hello Turtle Doves!

I have jumped into something a bit new. This will not be for everyone, and that's ok.

This is an AxelShine story- a wlw series

This means Sunshine and Axel are girlfriends. There will be romance.

Just so there are no surprises when you get to the end of it.

Disclaimer:

Sunshine is my OC ☀️

Axel belongs to the amazing @shiftandshade 🔧

I have been given permission to borrow Axel, and I am forever grateful. 🫶🏼

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18+ content - for mature audiences only

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Artwork by @knightish-knight

Sunny's Haircut

Gum.

There was fucking gum in her hair.

Sunshine let out an aggravated huff while the base hairdresser attempted to get the wad of pink atrocity out of her messy bun.

"Someone definitely stuck this in your hair," said the rabbit yokai from behind her. 

"Do you remember if anyone touched your hair somewhere today? That might help us find the culprit…" the elder Leonardo offered.

Sunshine watched in the mirror as Creepaw checked out the attractive male rabbit from behind. She gave him a devious smirk as their eyes met in the reflection, his eyes going wide at being caught window shopping.

She sighed, thinking back. She would've had to have been sitting in a public place. "Honestly, the only place that anyone would've had access to the top of my head would've been at lunch today. Unless they were hella tall. And I highly doubt that Jey or Eli would've done it," she assessed, her mind turning over all the people she'd seen in her laundry room that day. 

"Alright. I'll call up security and see if they have anything on the cameras," Leo said, eyes focused on Usagi's lower half.

"Cameras?" Sunshine inquired, doing her best not to laugh at Leo's blatant gawking.

Leonardo cleared his throat and looked at the ceiling, "Yeahhh… Deer demanded cameras after a few noodles had been oodled in their kitchen," the turtle replied, eyes darting nervously and looking anywhere but at the blonde, only proving he'd been one of those noodles.

"Gives a whole new meaning to Deer's all-you-can-eat buffet," mumbled the bunny through a snicker, sending the blonde into a fit of giggles.

“Maybe they need a sign that says “Liquor?”... Not allowed!” Sunny busted out, making the rabbit throw his head back in hysterics.

“You two are terrible. I’m leaving,” Leo said, annoyed anguish falling over his face. “I’ll get back to you later, Sunny.”

“Sunshine,” corrected Usagi, giving the elder Leonardo a look of warning.

Leo put his hands up placatingly, then turned to leave through the clear glass door that said “Barber” across the top.

After another twenty grueling minutes and a half dozen curses, Usagi came to the decision that the only way he could remove all the gum was with scissors.

Sunshine deflated in her seat, tears in her eyes. She knew how much Axel loved her hair. And loved to play with it… And pull it…

“Well, chop it then, I guess,” she pouted, unable to meet Usagi’s eyes in the mirror.

“I’m really sorry, Sunshine. This gum is more like glue, I swear.” He rested his hand gently on the sad woman’s shoulder, sitting in front of him. “Do you want to look for a picture of something you might like?” He asked her, stepping aside to grab a few books with samples of women’s haircuts in them. 

“Nah,” she sighed. “Do whatever you think will look good. I trust your decision.” She forced a smile at the rabbit, who was frowning back at her. He knew how upset she was. 

“Well, it’s probably going to be shorter than you’ve had it,” he tested, watching for her response. Sunshine just nodded.

“How about a pixie cut? You'd be absolutely adorable,” the bunny gushed, playing with her hair a moment while she thought about his suggestion.

“Mmm… Maybe not that short, there needs to be enough to…” her words died in her throat as the bunny grabbed a handful of hair at the back of her scalp and pulled, so she was looking up at him.

"Don't worry. I'll leave enough for your little girlfriend, love," he said with a naughty smirk.

Sunshine had never turned so many shades of red, so fast, in her entire life as Usagi winked at her, releasing her head so he could turn her seat. He spun the chair so she couldn’t see the mirror, and instead, she was watching out the door of the salon. 

He put a smock around her and tucked a towel into the back of her collar right before she heard the buzzers.

Sunshine nearly flew out of the seat, making the bunny laugh, “I’m kidding! I’m kidding!” he chortled, turning the buzzers off and putting them back into the drawer. “Trust me. Women’s cuts are my favorite to do. It’s more of an artistic outlet for me,” he confided, spraying water over her hair.

Sunny felt her heart squeeze as the first few cuts were made, and her long hair fell to the floor.

“You alright?” Usagi asked quietly as he continued to snip away.

“Yeah…” Sunny replied, staring out the door.

After a few minutes, she spoke again.

“Hey, Usagi?”

“Yeah, Honeybee?”

Sunshine smirked at the cute nickname, “Why does the door say Barber if you’re a hairdresser?” she inquired.

Usagi stopped what he was doing and thought for a minute. “It was already on the door when I was hired, I suppose.”

“You know what I think?”

“What do you think, Honeybee?” Usagi smiled, knowing Sunshine was up to something good. She had that sassy tone in her question.

“I think you should change it.”

“To?” He was intrigued now, as he walked around the side of the seat and looked down at her.

“To *The Hare*,” she said, poking his arm, “Dresser,” she finished with a shit-eating grin as she looked up at him.

The smile that spread across Usagi’s face threatened to split it right in two. “I love you,” he snickered.

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An hour later, Sunshine was in Usagi’s arms, professing her love for him and his magic scissors while he chuckled, reveling in her happiness.

“Now, go find your hot-ass mechanic and let her run her hands through it in the throes of passion,” he teased, winking at the blonde as he opened the glass door for her.

“And you go hunt down the sexy maintenance guy to fix the wording on your door,” she sassed right back, getting a good ruffle and wide-eyed look from the rabbit. Sunshine bit back a laugh as she leaned in and whispered, “You’ll have to let me know who finished first… The tortoise or the hare.”

“Sunshine, I swear to God…” Usagi warned, pushing the woman out of his shop as she laughed at the top of her lungs. 

She turned and made a zipping gesture across her lips and winked. “Your secret is safe with me. I promise. And thank you again, Usagi,” she said, giving him a genuine and loving smile.

“Anytime, Honeybee. Now go,” He shooed her in the direction of the garage and returned to his salon to clean up the used station.

Sunshine practically skipped to the garage. She was full of nervous excitement to see Axel with her new haircut. She loved it, and hoped that Axel would too.

Stepping through the door, she yelled, “Honey! I’m HOME!”

A quiet chuckle came from the other side of one of the vehicles, as Sunshine quickly made her way over to where her girlfriend was hunched under a hood. She grabbed Axel’s waist on either side and gently bumped her pelvis against the other woman’s ass.

Axel’s let out a husky growl. “Already being naughty, I see,” she said, removing her body from under the hood. She turned to face Sunshine, and the smile on her face sobered into surprise upon finding Sunny with very short hair.

Sunshine’s face dropped. “Does it look alright?” she whispered, fear flooding her veins as Axel studied her while she pulled her gloves off. “Someone put gum in it, and Usagi couldn’t get it out…”

Anger flared through the mechanic’s being for a split second before her heart sunk at how concerned the blonde looked. Axel searched Sunny’s pretty face for a second. “Sunshine, I don’t care how short or long your hair is. You’re beautiful no matter what,” she said, cupping Sunny’s cheek with one hand as the other made its way around the blonde’s waist.  

Sunshine swallowed hard, casting her eyes downward, “But you liked my long hair…”

“I liked it because it was your hair,” she said softly, lifting Sunny’s gaze back to her own. “It’s you, Sunshine. Not your hair.”

Sunny’s heart was overflowing with love for the woman standing before her, as her eyes pricked with tears of relief.

“And, actually, I really like it,” Axel said with a smirk, slipping her hand to the back of the blonde’s head to run her fingers through the shorter locks.

Sunshine closed her eyes and let out a small pleasurable shiver as Axel played back and forth between scritches, and grabbing small handfuls of Sunny’s hair.

A mischievous smirk tugged at one corner of Sunshine’s mouth upon one overzealous tug.

“I see what you’re thinking,” Axel husked, tightening her hold and yanking Sunshine’s hair, so she was facing the ceiling.

Lips and teeth grazed and ghosted over Sunshine’s soft skin, resulting in a small whimper.

“I did that on purpose,” she moaned as Axel sealed her lips to the junction of Sunny’s neck and shoulder.

“Mmm?” she hummed, before giving the blonde a good bite.

Sunshine grunted through gritted teeth and grabbed her girlfriend’s hand that was tangled in her short hair. She pulled Axel’s hand free and pressed her body against Axel’s, successfully pinning her to the vehicle next to them.

Sunshine gave Axel a sultry smirk and bumped the mechanic’s nose with her own. “Mmmm…” She hummed back. “I had Usagi leave enough to pull… You wanna go try it out?”

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A Cold Wind Blows

Warrior of Light x Urianger | Minor WoL x Haurchefant | Minor Urianger x Moenbryda

The Warrior of Light mourns the passing of a dear friend on the anniversary of his death. And subsequently opens their heart to another.

A cold wind blew through Ishgard as Eorzea’s champion wandered the streets of Ishgard somewhat forlornly. The anniversary of a dear friend’s untimely departure was coming up and it was all you could think about these days. Even as the bitter chill snapped at your ankles, bidding you to move quickly, a deep melancholy slowed your steps until you were liable to freeze solid.

All knew enough of your relationships to allow their hero time to visit the grave on the day of. But as much as you would have gladly spent a whole week there, you knew better than to shirk your duties for that long. So instead of reminiscing on your past love, you roamed the city your knight in shining armor had given his life to protect. Feeling lost and restless.

Eventually, even the bravest of heroes had to concede that frostbite cared not for status. So you made your way back to the Forgotten Knight. Sure you would always have lavish living quarters with House Fortemps if you asked. But in times like these, it would only encourage you to shut yourself off from the world.

The barkeep waves to you as you enter but one look at your somber expression was enough to remind him of the date. So he simply nods and hands you a room key. “I’ll let the scions know where to find you if they ask?” He says softly, half statement, half question.

You nod once in response. If your friends needed you, you’d put on a brave face. And in the meantime you’ll indulge yourself in some wallowing. It got easier all the time to remember him for the way he lived, not the way he died. But at this time of the year the wound always stung. And even Hydaelyn’s chosen was only mortal.

You’d hardly settled into staring out the window however, when there came a knock at the door. Well that was quick. It seems the universe is not on your side today and you wonder what threat you were to face this time. No matter, duty is duty. You open the door.

“I hope I’m not interrupting thy peace?” Oh, it’s Urianger.

Your heart leaps into your throat as you notice what Urianger held in his hands. Two mugs of hot chocolate, just like another fair-haired elezen so long ago. And to make matters worse, this particular elezen also had a bad habit of turning you into a flustered mess.

Why was he here now? Today of all days. When it was too confusing and too painful to sort out your feelings. When every heartbeat echoed twice, first with longing then with guilt. The mage or the knight, to whom do you turn to? And now you’ve taken entirely too long to answer. So instead of stammering out a nonsensical reply, you do as the Warrior of Light does best. A stoic nod and a step back to indicate that Urianger was free to enter.

Urianger smiles softly and moves past you to set the mugs on the desk. “I heard thou wert feeling down, and for good reason. So I thought to bring thee something with which to soothe the soul. And perhaps offer a shoulder to cry on and a listening ear.” He shrugs awkwardly, “Thou has oft been the recipient of many a woe. I wanted to return the favor. Or, failing that, give whatever thou might desire in its stead.”

You can’t deny that his presence might help pull you out of the state you’ve been stuck in. So you scan the room for a place to sit and realize this inn is sorely lacking in chairs. Without any other options to speak of, you settle down on the edge of the bed and gesture for Urianger to join you. Which he does after only a moment of hesitation.

“Prithee speak, my friend,” Urianger says gently as he reaches over to pass you one of the hot chocolates. “Expression of emotion has seldom been my strong suit, but I wish now to share the burdens thou beareth. So tell me what thoughts troubleth thee so, and darkenth thy spirits.”

With shaky hands, you raise the mug to your lips and take a sip. Delicious of course, no doubt prepared by Tataru at Alphinaud’s request, or something of the like. After all, you felt certain this mini intervention was on behalf of all the scions, who’d simply chosen Urianger as their spokesperson. You wonder briefly if this meant that the others knew of your conflicted feelings. Then decided it didn’t matter, because even if they did, Urianger himself was surely oblivious.

The man in question seemed to take your silence for reluctance, rather than contemplation. As he hummed thoughtfully for a moment, then spoke. “I understand. Thou hath always been one of few words. So if it pleases thee, I would be glad to speak instead of mine own experiences. So that thou might feel less alone. Would that be better?”

You nod. That’s probably a much smarter idea. The longer he spent sitting here, in your room and drinking hot chocolate by your side, the more you were liable to say something stupid and impulsive. Better just to let him talk. He was so good at it anyway.

“I know thou wert close with Master Haurchefant, his loss must touch thee in ways few others can imagine,” he begins softly. “I myself have been subject to such loss before. A dear friend and dearer companion, to whom I was never able to speak the words. I know how isolating it can be. But I hope thou wilt remember that thou art never alone. For as long as thou hath us, your family.”

That’s right, Moenbryda. Urianger didn’t speak of her often. More now, certainly, than in the months following her death. But even so, it was always a touchy subject for him. And understandably so. They were close, perhaps even in the same way that you were with Haurchefant. After all, had you two not also lacked the time to say the words you wanted desperately to say? “I’m sorry,” you manage.

Urianger looks at you in surprise, “Whatever for?”

“Sorry that you had to be the one here with me,” you explain, “It must be worse for you, to see me in this state. A reminder of your own pain.”

“Hardly,” Urianger is quick to reassure you, “I came here of my own accord. And I would gladly take a thousand painful memories to relieve thee of thine own.”

You can’t help but smile at that. Ever the drama queen since he learned to come out of his shell. Just one of his many endearing qualities. Too many endearing qualities. “Will you tell me more about her?”

“Moenbryda?” Urianger furrows his brow in mild confusion as he looks down at you. “Whyever for? If it is a distraction thou seeketh, wouldst it not be better to speak of a cheerier subject?”

“It helps, I promise,” you insist. “I hardly had the time to know her. I want to know why you loved her.”

Urianger ducks his head at that, hiding a faint blush behind his own mug. “If thou insisteth. Thou knoweth of course that we met in childhood…” And on he went about his life before the scions. As a student of Louisoix, and a lonely bookish boy. Pulled out of his comfort zone by an overeager girl who grew into his dearest friend.

And as he tells his stories, you find yourself being swept along by his flowery words and flowing cadence. Until you too are speaking. Telling Urianger stories of your own about a different snowy night, with a different mug of hot chocolate, and a loyal knight.

Before long, you’re feeling much better than you were before and both your mugs are empty and discarded. Without thinking, you lean over to rest your head against Urianger’s shoulder. “Thank you,” you say lightly. “You’re better at this than you give yourself credit for.”

“Only because thou hath such an effect on me,” Urianger chuckles, “To lower any semblance of guard I could hope to put up.” He adjusts his arm so that you rested better against his side and looks away again. “Tis frightfully easy to relax around thee,” he admits. “And easier still to indulge in mine own selfish desires.”

“What sorts of desires?” you ask because you were never known for being the brains of the operation.

Urianger tilts his head so that the two of you are much closer than before to being eye-to-eye. “I very much doubt it is anything that wouldst interest thee,” he reassures you.

“Try me,” you reply with a smile. And in a surge of that signature impulsivity that makes you so good at your job, you move forward to kiss him.

For a moment you think your daring has paid off as you feel him lean in to meet you. But he lifts his head at the last moment and presses a hand against your back. Such that you bump softly against his chest and find yourself being held there. Gentle enough that you could pull back if you wanted to, but firm enough that you know he’d rather you didn’t.

“Urianger?” you ask, muffled slightly by his robes. “I don’t understand. If I was overly presumptuous I’m sorry. But could you at least let me up? If this is your idea of retaliation then trust me I feel awkward enough as it is.”

“It’s not that,” Urianger says shakily above you. “I wish rather to regain mine own composure lest thou meet mine gaze once more and this time I shall know not how to stop myself.” He goes quiet for a moment, leaving you to puzzle out what he means by that before finally removing his hand.

As you straighten up, you’re surprised to find his face flushed and bearing a strained expression. “My sincerest apologies,” he says falteringly as he raises a hand to hide his mouth. “The fault lieth solely with myself. And if I hath made thee uncomfortable, thou hath but say the word and I shall leave.” He doesn’t quite meet your eyes as you speak and you give him a look of confusion.

“What in the world are you talking about, Urianger?” you ask, “You know sometimes I really can’t make sense of you. And it’s not just because of the words you use. Did I or did I not misread your signals there?”

He shakes his head, “Thou didst not misconstrue anything. But t’was I who did not mean to reveal my desires.” He ducks his head down again, “For as much as I wish to indulge in thine company, I know that I do not deserve it.”

That answer catches you off guard. Both for the confession and the second admission. “Why not? I mean, I like you too, you know,” you blurt. Your breath catches for a moment as you wait to be struck down for saying it out loud. Especially so close to the most painful of death days. But when the world does not collapse, you reach out to touch his hand. “Do you want to try this?”

“Thou deserveth better than me,” Urianger mumbles. “And thou art too selfless by far. I lost one love already and could do nothing. I have pushed many more towards their early demise, at their own request. If ever thou wert persuaded to sacrifice thyself for the good of our star, I know not that I would stop thee then. But I know also that I could not forgive myself after.”

You can’t help but give a heavy sigh. A barrier you should have seen coming. And one that would easily be broken. “Urianger,” you say slowly, “Do you know how many people I’ve seen get hurt on my behalf?”

He begins to answer but you stop him before he can, “Too many, that’s the answer. For me. For my cause. Haurchefant he-” you pause. Saying his name out loud knocks the wind from your lungs. But you push onwards. “But they made their choice and I have to accept that. Because if I were to blame myself for every death I witnessed, I’d never take another step again. Yet I’m still standing here, aren’t I?”

Urianger finally turns his hand upwards to hold yours in return, rather than allowing you to simply rest over him. He runs his thumb over your hand thoughtfully, then squeezes it lightly. “Thou art the Warrior of Light. Hydaelyn’s chosen. Tis only right that thou wert more capable than I of shouldering thy burdens.”

“But that’s exactly it!” You insist, “I’m the hero. Everyone expects me to be on top of everything, always. I have to be perfect. But I’m not. I mess up all the time and I can’t save everyone. So don’t think that you have to either. Because if you can’t even forgive yourself then how could I ever be forgiven?”

That much renders him speechless. And as he gapes at you, slack-jawed, you find that you’ve induced a rare moment. Urianger, at a loss for words. So you take advantage of the moment to push onwards.

You pull your hand gently out of his grasp and lift both hands to cradle his face. Turning him to face yourself and forcing him to meet your eyes. "Still, I can promise you this,” you say, taking your time to make sure your words are resonating with him. “You will not lose me. Nor will I ever ask that of you. When my end comes it will be at the hands of time and nothing else. And if I should be so lucky, it will be by your side. I promise you tomorrow. So please, allow yourself this comfort. Few others on this star have given up as much as you have — we have. Let yourself be selfish, just this once. And let me too, be selfish. Please."

After a long moment, Urianger nods. He reaches up to caress your hand, before slowly lowering them back into your lap. “My thanks,” he says, his voice thick with emotion. “I think I needed to hear that.” He then mirrors your previous actions, bringing his hands to your face. “And I think I would like to try this after all.”

So the last of the cold is chased away by the warmth of his mouth against yours.

[abyssembraced]

Get to know the mun!

What's your phone wallpaper?: All of my backgrounds are video game characters! On my phone, I'm using fanart of Amaterasu from Ōkami, though unfortunately I don't know where I originally got it from. And on my tablet, I'm using this fanart of Edelgard from FE3H!

Currently reading: I'm keeping up with a couple of PMD webcomics, but other than that... Nothing, really! I've been spending most of my free time drawing and writing instead (...though I. Haven't been writing my owed replies. I should really get to those now that I'm on summer break, oops)

Last movie: Honestly? No clue. I hardly ever watch movies, so whatever it was probably happened months ago lmao

What are you wearing: Just some pyjamas! I have nowhere to go today and I am comfy :)

Piercings/Tattoos?: My ears were pierced when I was young, so I've got earrings that I wear pretty much permanently! Basically the only jewellery I really wear lmao. Other than that, nothing!

Glasses, Contacts, Both, or Neither?: Just glasses! Contact lenses make me nervous,,, dgshshf

Last thing you ate: Had some cereal for breakfast a couple hours ago! Might go eat something else soon, though

Favourite colour(s): Light pinks and light blues!

Current obsession: Deltarune is definitely one of the Big Ones right now, but my old Undertale obsession from like 2015-2017 has also been back with a vengeance lately. Hollow Knight is still stickin' around though, albeit maybe a little less than it was a couple months ago, but it's still there! And I fully expect my Ace Attorney obsession to be back in full force once my friend and I can start playing (replaying for me) TGAA.

Do you have a crush?: Nope! And I plan on keeping it that way dgdgshs. I'm not interested in romance at the moment

Favourite fictional character?: No. Bad. This question is bad I don't like it ASGSGSHDS. I have So Many beloveds, how can I pick just one!? Give me an individual game or series and I can pick out my favourite from there easily enough, but picking my favourite among my faves? Impossible. I don't even wanna start a list here because I'll probably forget someone and then feel bad about it dgdgdsh

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Tagged by: Stolen from @ofeggies

Tagging: @tazmilyxfamily, @trxvelingnightmxre, @voidedheart, @legalbrats, @xmfxne, and anyone else reading this who wants to! I'd love to read it :)

[axellis-archv-2]

choose whatever your heart desires for EDGAR speak boy

eyes glow red

crush — when did your f/o realize their feelings for you? how did they deal with those feelings?

edgar valden simultaneously is the most lonely man in the world while also being so assuming that he doesnt actually need people in his life. hes doesnt think he needs anybody unless they benefit his art. so at first he doesnt consider anything about andreas. andreas the librarian. andreas the big hulking but quiet librarian. i genuinely dont even think hed recognize that hes feeling love until andreas is patching him up one time and he thinks his skins burning from the contact.

after that hes very.. like. if you seen his twitter replies you knowww hes a rude ass bitch and it only increases tenfold. he like tells andreas all the time to leave him alone && whatnot and then immediately gets huffy when andreas actually listens to him and gives him space. and then edgar will want attention and hell usually do that by just kind of sitting next to andreas and staring at him long enough until andreas stops what hes doing and talks to him. and then edgar gets embarrassed because he realizes he likes andreas all over again and storms off. hes so cute

darling — what outfits would you both wear on a date? feel free to show pics!

i picked this answer to let everybody in the world know that IIIII LOVEEEE EDGAR I LOVE PUTTING HIM IN LITTLE OUTFITS AND I HAVE A WHOLE PINTEREST BOARD DEDICATED TO THATTT!!!!

he goes all out for every single date ever and every single time he wears something that doesnt have shoulders and it makes me feel like im going to call him a harlot i feel my hands twitching

hand holding — how are they with physical affection? who initiates it first?

edgar kind of expects that i initiate because hes a princess ^___^ and i always do it because im his knight in shining armor ^____^. the most he'll ever get to giving physical affection where he doesnt explode because of how embarrassed he is would be hand holding. and even then he like has to tug on my sleeve first so i can see him doing it . and even THEN sometimes he just kind of latches onto my pinkie. he can be really shy its really really really cute

[madame-fear]

Requests Are Always Open!

Hello everyone! I just wanted all of you to know that if you want to request me anything, don't be shy! I love writing for all of you ♥️ You can request me whenever you want and of course, whatever you want. Requests will always be open UNLESS I specify otherwise.

Last Edited: 23/09/2022 Keep in mind I always edit this post! So if you enter my profile, make sure to re-read when was the last time I edited this just in case I've changed any rule.

🌺 2nd Account: @hypnotically-kinetic

👉 Here are some things to keep in mind for asking requests:

Requests are always open! I won't close them, askbox will always be there for you whenever you want to send me something :)

Do you have a masterlist?: Not yet. If I do make one, I'll edit this post with the link!

What fandoms & characters do you write for?:

🦹‍♂️ Jonathan Crane/Scarecrow (Gotham & Nolanverse/Dark Knight Trilogy)

🎪 Headcanons involving the J Squad (I don't write for them individually! Only for them as a whole squad + reader)

🩸 Josh Templeton (Super Dark Times)

🎬 Charlie Tahan (himself)

⚔ Bran Stark (Game of Thrones / I DON'T TAKE REQUESTS FOR HIM!)

👉 Feel free to ask me about any other character that's not in the list! (As long as it's either about/related to Gotham/Batman Villains/Charlie Tahan)

What type of fics do you write?: Headcanons, long fics/one shots, and I write fluff content + some minor angst.

Do you write smut/+18 content?: No, I don't. I'm not comfortable with it. I do write suggestive, mild smut/nsfw content, and lime. But I do not write full explicit sexual content.

Do you write gore/explicit violence?: No, not really. I don't know how to write it well.

Do you write for male readers?: I'm truly sorry to say I don't! I don't feel comfortable writing for male readers :( I only write for Fem and GN Readers.

Do you write for ships?: No, only reader inserts.

Do you write especific requests (such as Tall!Reader, Nurse!Reader, Shy!Reader, Artist!Reader, Autistic!Reader, etc)?: Yes! I do. I love those.

Do you take Emoji Anons?: TOTALLY!! 🥰

I don't write in a specific order. I always write whatever inspires me most at the moment, so I don't follow requests in order.

I prefer requests to be in my askbox. It helps me keep track of what people ask me, because sometimes I have so many notifications and I might not be able to see your requests if you write it in the comments.

I don't write requests including pedophilia, zoophilia, or something related to fetish. I don't support anything like that. If I see a request like that, I'll immediatly delete it from my askbox.

I both study & work. So if I don't reply to your request it's either because I didn't have time to answer your request or because I'm already writing it and it's saved on my drafts.

I DON'T answer aggressive messages. I'll either delete/ignore your message or if I do I'll answer you on public.

How long do your writings take?: When writing requests, I always usually take from 1 to 5 days to complete. If I take longer than 5 days to publish a request, it's because I couldn't log into Tumblr as much as I want to and couldn't finish it earlier.

Keep in mind English is not my first language! So if you see any grammatical or spelling error, I apologise! Feel free to tell me about the error :)

Remember not to be shy when sending your request! It can be whenever you want and whatever you wish as long as you keep in mind the previous rules 🥰

♥️Cheers♥️

[angeltism]

INDEED!!! SO HAPPY ABOUT THAT!!! its weird because 99% of the people i know also wanna put me under a microscope... guess it can't be helped. eternally destined to be studied... oh dear me! YEAH YEAH sometimes if things are way too sweet they end up having like a really bad effect on me i end up feeling so weird... thats why i always end up mostly going for savory or spicy foods instead of sweets (also because most sweets i like are expensive to acquire. cruel cruel world we live in truly)

YEAH YEAH KAZUI AND MIKOTO! they are also two of my most me irls ever like. yeah. AND YES 3 TIMES! once as queer platonic f/o and two as romantic f/o hehe. FEEL FREE TO REBLOG EVERYTHING YOU WANT we will mostly be in most of those reblogs and that will be oh so awesome

actually our current situation as "mutuals" is. weird. we Were mutuals for a good while but unfortunately things happened and my blog was Gone and i am kinda anxious to follow again (specially because i decided to start all of this. just Not Yet HSJSHSJSH) but yeah! in a way we Are kinda mutuals. even if neither of us are following each other currently. your homework is to figure out whatever the hell that means/SILLY. even before all that happened with my blog i have been very very interested in you though hehe. AND YEAH WE SHARE A LOT OF MUTUALS SO!!! INDEED!!! MUTUAL CIRCLE!!! i think im doing like an extremely good job at Not talking the way i mostly talk soooo i think it will be way too hard for you to figure out specially considering how complicated our status as mutuals is HEJSHSJHS even then dont you grow desperate about figuring out my identity i just Know i will get bored and reveal myself sooner rather than later. im impatient like that HDJSHSJHS and im also curious about how you will react to the revelation (not that its something too mind blowing though just. something you might Not expect y'know)

- 💌 anon

yayaya !! sawrry for late reply I've been getting ready 4 new year's n going 2 see xmas lights n couldn't write an actual reply . which uu would definitely deserve so I wanted 2 wait 2 be free n all that ANYWAYS . :3

and oughh that's so interesting . . . I know I have many mewtuals or accounts I've known that have disappeared or deactivated so . yeah . but that's so interesting . and yes uur an honorary aqua mewtual even if neither of us follow eachother *insert me knighting uu but it's making uu an honorary mewtual* ^_^

and omg yeah no worries I'm ok with waiting for uu to reveal uurself fufufu . in a way this gives us time to get to know eachother ?? or at least me uu since ig uu are Very Aware who I am . despite how curious I am n it'd mayhaps help me . . . idk . feel more attraction 2 uu ? like . there's only so much somebun can be attracted romantically to an anon on their blog .

but with all that said this whole thing is good for me to ask uu silly questions that otherwise mayhaps I wouldn't think abt if we just knew eachother casually . . . like I don't rlly just Ask what other beings fave colors are or what their favorite foods are . this is making me overly curious about uu , which I don't think either of us mind , y'know ? ;3

[enolacola]

How To Write A Black Clover Reader/OC

Written by someone who thinks she’s an expert at writing.

I don’t know why but I feel like writing this. Might make this into a series.

Here’s a list of things I’ll be going over:

Character Design

Backstory

Magic

And now, we start.

Character Design

I’m just going to say it write away, do not make your character super op straight away (I already did that and I kinda regret it). Instead, in the beginning, try to give your character spells that are simple and then later on, give them more complex ones. That way, it looks like their character is building up. From reading and writing, I notice that characters who start weak but end up strong are pretty cool.

Also, your character doesn’t have to super strong or anything. It’ll be fun to have them team up with another character from the anime or even a character of your own. Think of the Black Bulls for example. Most aren’t strong alone but when they work together, they’re badass. Try to have a character team up with another character to fight a boss.

I also insist choosing a squad based on your character’s personality. Are they brave and courageous? Crimson Lions. From a noble family with a good heart? Golden Dawn. A strange person? Black Bulls.

Make sure your character has flaws. No one likes a perfect character and readers like a book where you can relate to the main character. Think of Percy Jackson, for example, he’s a character that everyone can relate to some way or another. Flaws can be basic like clumsiness, anger issues, etc.

Backstory

Whatever you do, peeps, please don’t make the backstory tragic. Instead, make it a simple backstory that makes sense to the story. Like, you don’t want the character’s family to be killed by Magic Knights then have them to go join them, that’s just doesn’t make sense. And you don’t want anything too complicated because making lore is difficult (I literally have a whole new race in my story and oh my god is it difficult). A simple idea is having a noble family who lives in the Commoner Realm or having them move to the Forsaken Realm to live a more simpler life.

If you want your characters to have a similar background to someone like Yuno, then have them be a survivor of an almost extinct clan or even make them a descendant of Licht and Tetia.

If you’re a beginner writer, you should go for a more simpler past with not a lot of lore to it so you aren’t stressed that you haven’t caught up with your lore. But if you’re creative, you could write more to it.

Magic

I think this is the most difficult thing people deal with when making a Black Clover reader/oc. So when planning, don’t start with the attribute, instead, start with what kind of magic they have (healing, attack, defence).

Examples:

A fiery/hot-blooded character? Have large attacks

Kind and generous? How about healing based?

A character who doesn’t like attention? Support spells are perfect

Once you know what kind of magic you want, consider their interests and hobbies as an attribute. I’ve seen a lot of things on Pinterest where they’re like, which element are you? So you can pretty much just go on it and see what sort of element best fits your character.

Honestly, I’m not expert. But if you guys have any questions, feel free to ask. Can’t guarantee that I’ll reply since I’ve got school, but I’ll do my best.