#I probably should not be writig

[metaphorical-goblin]

ya girl is wearing her writing hat which means she will be writing for at least 30 minutes

[walpu]

Hi, it’s me again!! >_<

When I tell you I gobbled that headcannon post up, I went down on two knees and howled /hj

Anyways, do you think you can do some headcannons on Aventurine with Bodyguard! Reader if you have the time? But this time, with a twist :3

See, reader does care for Aven, you truly do, but before that, you were tasked by Everflame mansion and by Duke inferno himself to kill Aventurine. But you can’t bring yourself to, no, not when you’ve fallen head over heels for him.

When reader does become Aven’s bodyguard, you maintain that serious, no nonsense demeanor, but if he looks closely enough, he’ll see the lovestruck puppy hiding under the hardened shell that they’ve put on.

But the guilt catches up. One day, at least a few months after reader’s betrayal to Duke Inferno, you catch sight of an assassin sent to finish the job they couldn’t do. And so, the secret is finally revealed.

Personally, I think Aventurine would be betrayed, like very, how could he not be? He’s always kept people at an arm’s length away, and when he finally lets you in his walls, and starts falling for thier charm, this secret of yours comes out. He fires you almost immediately, but the way he stares after you with misty eyes doesn’t go unnoticed.

The next months were absolute hell. Reader found a new job as a barista, and is quite enjoying the quaint and simply life it provides, even if you do miss Aventuirne. He’s probably still seething at you, right?.

Wrong. Because you’ve gone MIA, Aventurine been scouring all over the place, trying so hard to find you. He’s loosing sleep, forgetting to eat, all things that you would chide him about. Aeons, he misses you so much.

And when he does find you, he’s overjoyed, and when the two finally reunite, the first thing you do is to apologize deceiving him. But he forgave your silly ass a long time ago, why else would he have spent the last months trying to find you?

Long story short, it’s a happy ending, Aventurine couldn’t be more grateful he has you to be his bodyguard, his closest confidant, and most importantly, his lover <33

I’m so sorry if I went on a ramble, but this idea’s been plaguing me so bad I literally can’t focus on anything else 😭😭

I'VE BEEN LOOKING FORWAR TO WRITIG FOR THIS REQUEST SINCE THE MOMENT I SAW IT I ADORE YOUR BODYGUARD!READER x AVEN SERIES btw thank you for sharing the c.ai bot

I feel like the only thing I do with each post is apologize for taking so long but right now I like from work trip to work trip so I'm actually really really sorry this madness should end soon 😭😭😭😭 Hope you'll enjoy this post, it was my goal to finish it before version 2.1

bodyguard/assassin!reader x Aventurine

characters - Aventurine notes- gn!reader, angst, hurt/comfort, pining, no beta

It was not a fast prosses for the both of to form a genuine connection. Moreover, you know goddamn well you shouldn't get attached to him.

And at first it seems easy, like yeah another rich playboy, no big deal, you've delt with people like him before, right? Right??????????????

Yeah until suddenly he's not just a rich playboy.

The more you notice how deeply lonely and unhappy he is, the more your heart softens towards him. And the more your heart softens, the more he relaxes around you, seeing behind your cold exterior.

He's not used to people caring about him. And yes, of course he knows it's your job but still, for a man who never had a real friend before, he surely can appreciate having someone who not only won't leave him but also will listen to him and look after him.

And the part about you being paid to do it? Oh well. It's the same guy who offers you to use him as you wish and who's greeting line is "I can play a role of a friend :)"

Mf is FRIENDLESS, LONELY and PATHETIC /affectionally

He'll take what he can get okay.

But goddamn. Don't think he doesn't notice how you started going out of your ways to take care of him. How you make him eat, tend to his small injuries ("my, my, you're my bodyguard, not a doctor. perhaps someone wants a raise, hm?~"), how you drag him out of casino or his office when it's too late.

It drives him crazy. It's not beneficial for you, right? The w h y.

He won't ask. Instead he will watch and slowly fold.

You are probably suffering tho lol. You should just kill him already, you've had so many opportunities to end him. Instead you spoon feed him soup because he claims he has a hangover after a night in the casino. And this little brat looks so smug about it too!!!!

Sometimes he feels like it's too good to be true: you being here, taking care of him, looking after him. The line between professional relationship, friendship and... something more is way too blurry already, and he knows it's dangerous but it just feels so good. Too good.

Duke inferno gets tired eventually. He sends someone to remind you of your mission. To remind you who you really work for.

Well, the duke receives a warning of his own. The dead body of his little messenger.

You know, of course, that the Everflame mansion thugs are not easily intimidated. They will be back. So you better warn Aventurine and tell him everything.

You can't keep lying to him, can you?

Well. It's surprisingly not as easy as you thought. After all, even if they will send someone, you'll just protect Aven like you always do, right? He doesn't have to know. Not about your past, not about your original mission. He keeps his secrets too, so why can't you?

You know goddamn well why tho. You know and yet you still can't bring yourself to tell him the truth.

It goes on like that for several months and Aventurine notices that something is clearly off, something is bothering his darling protector. He tries to pry, to tease, to cling, to pester you. Something to make you open up. Or, at least, get distracted. He can't help but feel anxious. Why are you suddenly so reversed? Do you want to leave his side? Does he not pay you enough? Does he bother you too much? It eats him alive while he tries to mask it by pestering you even more. As if to test you. As if to make sure that it's not the case.

All the hell breaks loose one day when you discover that Duke inferno has sent another assassin to finish the job.

I you spare the details but yeah, your secret was unraveled. And it wasn't pretty at all.

You have never seen emotions so vivid on Aven's face. Part of you always wanted to see him more vulnerable, more open with you. But not like this. Not this look of utter betrayal.

He collects himself quick enough, hiding behind the mask of mock disappointment.

"Hm, well, I recall mentioning that treachery is just another tool of the trade. But it seems like our little deal is not paying off for me anymore" he says with a cold chuckle, shaking his head a little. "After all, you have very little to offer outside of your dog-like loyalty. But seems like this dog bit both hands that fed it".

You were expecting him to call for your arrest but instead he just fires you. It hurts nevertheless.

What hurts even more is that look he gives you when you part ways. It's like his pretty eyes are even more lifeless now.

At first he feels this overwhelming emptiness. It truly feels like the fate is mocking him. One time, just one time, he allowed himself to relax around someone. Just this one time, with this one person who took care of him, who listened to him, who looked out for him. And this person was supposed to kill him.

Then his stupid brain finds another way to torture him. He keeps thinking about the way you have always protected him, the way you took the hit even during the last attack, when Duke Inferno's new assassin tried to get to him. You were ready to leave your past life behind to stay by his side, weren't you?

As soon as he realizes it he goes frantic. Of course he tries to find you asap but of course someone as competent as you would be able to disappear without a trace in no time. You were an assassin, after all. A skilled one too, since he never even suspected you.

This connection the two of you had, this realization that you really cared enough to betray your client, all of this makes him realize that he needs you so, so much. He needs to feel this care again, he need to look at you again, to know that you're here by his side.

He misses you so much. Your nagging, your reassurance, your touch. He's like an addict who felt what it feels like to love and beloved in return for the first time and now he can't live without it.

He doesn't eat or sleep properly, his head plagued by the thoughts about you. What if you forgot all about him? What if you're wounded? Where are you even? His fingers itch to trace your face and your scars.

He thinks about how you would scold him for not taking proper care of himself and it makes him miss you even more.

Aven finds you after a few months. It was honestly a coincidence, one of his subordinates saw you in the coffee shop you were working at.

He though that finding you will calm him down but seeing you from afar, looking somewhat peaceful and cozy, having a regular job... it's too much. And what if you really don't need him anymore? Maybe you never did? After all, he's painfully aware that he probably needs you much more than you need him.

And yet, he decides to take this risk. He's a gambler, after all.

"Somehow I'm not surprised you're good even at that. How come you have never made me coffee before, hm?"

You literally freeze on the spot after hearing this familiar voice next to you.

When you finally get to talk, you can see he's really trying to look calm and collected but how can he? His hands are shaky and his voice cracks. It breaks your heart.

He doesn't even let you finish your apology, pressing a finger to your lips.

"Hush, darling. All is forgiven. In fact, I even have an interesting proposal. I'm can be a generous man after all".

He can't fool you. Not with this shaky soft voice. And he knows it as well.

Please hug that fool and kiss him. Swear that you won't ever leave him again. Swear that you want to be by his side. As his bodyguard, as his friend, as something more. So much more. That's all he really need to feel like he's at home.

[nono-uwu]

Chapter 133 is officials out now so time for some coherent thoughst

Spoilers ahead (duh)

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- I'm still so happy shinoa squad is back

- and to top it of, they're written decently!! Truly a new years gift from Kagami

- long awaited mitsunoa bonding moment :) they're so cute adsnfksml. Unfortunately this is Kagami's writig so we have the obligatory boob joke but this time Mitsuba actually retaliates and Shinoa drops it! Progress! Minimal but I'll take what I can with this series

- however the whole "we'll just battle for Yuu's heart when he's back" is so stupid like. Are they just dumb or that much in denial? Or is Kagami afraid/incapable of writing girls/women who can live fulfilling lives without a man? Probably the latter yeah

- major hopium (and copium bc this is Kagami) that Shinoa (and Mitsu to some extent) realise that she can get the validation and love she desires without Yuu. Like Yuu is just the trigger that made her realise. Wouldn't that be great :,) (also Yoi and Kimizuki are right there. They care too. Shinoa snap out of it you can expirience non romatnic love too. The world won't end bc the guy you like is gay and clearly not in love with you)

- it actually bothers me so much that Yuu is still the only reason for Shinoa to keep going when he obviously doesn't care about her any more than the rest of the squad. My problem isn't the crush itself per se, it's just that the only thing that gets focus. Shinoa obviously cares a lot about Mitsu (she literally says she loves her) and I assume Kimi and Yoi too so she should maybe get another reason to live, like yk most people have more than one person they care about.

- ok be postive. Seeing them just fool around a bit is nice! "But you were mad when Mikayuu were fooling around!" Yes because I'm tired of them. It wouldn't even be that bad if mikayuu's tomfoolery(lol) was something other than "oh boy I sure am hungry!" or "we will die together wether you want it or not." (Am I biased? Yes.) And since it's literally been over a year since shinoa squads last appearance they are a major breath of fresh air

- And silly goober Shinoa is also back :) I needed her to be just a little bit of a weirdo again. The silly

- And badass Shinoa too?? Shikama's in for a though one lol (he looks so ugly btw)

I'll take this as a Crowley mention (Kagami plsplsplsplspslsplspslslpslspslpsplsplsplslp show him again idk how much longer I can keep it together)

[knockyasocksoff2022]

Dizzy | Fyolai

(A/N: sorry if this isn't very good. I have been strugling with writig motavation but felt abd that it's been so long since I've last written and posted anything BSD related. As I have mentioned before I'm new to BSD so I'm that familar with Decay of Angels but Fyolai are just so cute that I wanted to write something for them. Sorry if they're out of character or is the setting is weird. Also I may change the title if I think of a better one, I also may edit/improve this but for now here you go.)

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Nikolai P.O.V

I skip down the hallway towards the main room to find Fyodor. We don’t have any work that needs our immediate attention today (I say this because Fyodor says there’s always work to be done) but I haven’t seen Fyodor since I woke up and went to go bird watching and  bother the Armed detective agency. 

He’s probably working, I really wish he would rest some.

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Not much to my surprise Fyodor is sitting at one of the tables on his laptop. Just seeing him puts a smile on my face and I hurry over to him.

He doesn’t look up. I frown. A few seconds later, still nothing.

I wave my hand in his face, He blinks slowly.

“Dance with me, Fedya!” I say twirling again.

He gives the faintest of smiles, and shakes his head gently, “Kolya, I really shouldn’t be standing right now.”

I pout. “Oh, Fedya, ever the workaholic! You can take a break for a few minutes. Your work won’t grow legs and run away.”  His expression changes, I can see he wants to indulge me, so why doesn’t he? 

His frown deepens. “No-” I cut him off before he can protest about not falling behind.

“Wheee!!!” I giggle as we spin together.

Suddenly Fyodor feels heavier. He groans, “Niko . . . . .” My name is on his lips but the sound disappears and he crumples in my arms. My heart stops, what’s happened to him?!

Before I can start screaming he blinks his eyes open and relief restarts my heart, lifting the heavy feeling from my stomach. Of course, he fainted. This happens fairly frequently. I should be calm, and yet he looks so fragile and sickly. I take a deep breath, a scream still rising in my throat.

“Fyodor!” Frantic, I place my hand over my lover’s forehead. He’s warm. “You’re burning up!”

“Do calm down Kolya. I am fine.” He says it casually as if he hadn’t just collapsed in my arms.

“You fainted!” I urge him to see the severity of the situation.

“Yes, I did.” he confirms, still sounding like this is hardly an unusual occurrence. 

“You have a temperature.” I plead still hoping to impart upon him the seriousness of this situation.

“Yes, I am aware. And worry not, I am not contagious either.” He sounds like he’s reassuring me. It’s frustrating how he doesn't see the danger of him just fainting out of nowhere.

I don’t understand. If he’s not ill then why does he have a fever? “Well, then what–”

He shakes his head again, “My body is weak, for reasons unknown even to me, I run low-grade temperatures occasionally. I am not ill but these ‘fevers’  increase my already plentiful dizziness, and affect my spatial awareness. They also tend to leave me fatigued.” He explains his condition gently, leaning into me for support. I feel immediately guilty. He was suffering and I was too preoccupied to see it.

“Oh, Fedya, I’m sorry.”

He smiles, it isn’t a big smile but it’s for real this time. “It’s alright, you did not know. Now if you could please help me sit down again.”

I’m smiling again. “I’ll do better for my Fedya.” I say picking up the ravenette, “Let’s go home. You can sleep, I'll be right there.”

He nods and closes his eyes snuggling closer to me, I tighten my hold on him and begin walking back to our room. Fyodor is already asleep.

(A/N: Today I'm starting the soukoku glasses AU I've been procrastinating on for sooo long so pls wish me luck!)

[lifeofroos]

Masterlist of retellings/fanworks:

This list is seperated by category, with a short summary of each story beneath the title. The older the story, the higher it is listed in the category. So for the newest, probably best stories, look at the very end! 

Greek Mythology:

Much too lovely a night for commitment: 

Apollo got himself drunk (Or, as he calls it, ‘a little tipsy’). Dionysus decides its time for him to take a break and they end up talking.  

I am not necesserialy asking for your blessing (But I'd love to get it):

Artemis' afternoon rest is disrupted by Ariadne, who has something to say. Artemis doesn't necessarily disagree, but...

The Night:

Ariadne wandered far into the forest at night. It makes Dionysus nervous, but she can't help but feel calm and in love.

Vultures:

Vultures, Athena called them. Enyo and Ares take a break from battle in the encampment. They have to kindly disagree with their sister.

Ghost Story:

Ariadne is awoken one night by a ghost girl named Cora. They keep meeting again and again, through different stages in their lives.

The girl who likes dogs: 

Hades needs someone to walk his dog a few days per week. He asks Persephone to do it, as she walks more people's dogs. Yet, that might not be the only reason he asked her...

Back: 

Dionysus thought it would be impossible to get his beloved Ariadne back. When she is there again, in front of him, he thinks it can't be real. There is no way he can just hold her now, and love her again...

The Queenly Ghost:

Ariadne raises the spirit of Pasiphae, her mother. Although she isn't sure exactly what to say, she knows she has to say something.

I Hope For The Future:

Hades comes to the surface for a moment to have a chat with Demeter. They are still new to their domains and it is unsure who their allies will be. They hope it'll be each other.

The Story Of Tonight:

They should have held back Artemis, Apollo and Hermes before they climbed onto the buffet table. Now that they are already drunkenly singing, it is a little too late, don't you think?

I’ve Got A Proposal:

Usually, Dionysus tends to be quite smooth. Not when asking the woman he finds the best if she wants to marry him, though.

Test Of Courage: 

Dionysus and Hephaestus are nearing Olympus, meaning the end of their quest is in sight. Hephaestus wonders whether he'll dare to complete the mission when the time is there. Dionysus tries to show him he probably will.

I Told Him To Try A Little Harder:

Zeus wants Hera as his queen. Hera wants Zeus to prove he really thinks she is worth his efforts, with something big. Something unexpected.

Hide (Just a little longer):

Hera will be the queen of the universe, with her husband Zeus as the king. There is no denying it. Yet, she would like to keep it under the covers for a little longer - until she knows she finds the courage to tell her mother.

Give Me Anything But The Giraffes:

During his meanderings, Dionysus came to Africa, too. Without his army, he trecks further south into the country. A guide helps him over the savanah, where they meet some creatures Dionysus hopes he'll never encounter again.

The Walk: 

Aglaia loves Hephaestus and the other way around. Yet, so shortly after Aphrodite left, they don't know what to do about it. Maybe it's better that way. It means they can slowly discover their love instead of crashing into it.

Right Hand Men:

In order to create a destructive power the world has never seen before, Ares and Enyo decide to get married. Right now, at this very moment.

Kiss Me Not (Yet):

Ariadne wants to kiss Dionysus, she really does. Yet when she tries, all she can do is recoil. All Dionysus wants is for her to feel comfortable.

Mind and Matter:

Hephaestus never expected Athena to show up to his forge ever again. When she is there anyway, it takes little for the tears to come out.

For I Am Not A Weapon To Be Wielded:

Phaedra can hardly accept the feelings she got for Hippolytus. She starts to wonder why she has them and soon enough, she decides she doesn't want to be a weapon of the gods anymore. A retelling of Phaedra's story. Because I stuck to the source material, I can only advise viewer discression. Contains themes of suicide.

Mom Isn’t That Angry:

After Dionysus hasn't been seen on Olympus for a long time, Athena is send out to find him. She does, in a sleeping bag somewhere in the middle of nowhere, healing from injury. She decides to sit by and hold his hand until he feels better. Sometimes, it's the wisest thing a person can do.

I wish I could keep him:

Due to the danger on Olympus, Zeus gives Dionysus to Persephone, so she can raise him in secret for some time. When spring comes, he needs to come with her. She can't help but hope that she can keep him, just slightly longer, even though she knows the danger makes her hope idle.

Egyptian Mythology:

Two-faced:

Set killed Osiris. When Isis left to search for him, she left her son Horus drifting down the Nile. How big is the chance that Sets' wife Nephthys finds him? She takes him in, but whenever Sets' with her, she can't tell: Does he know, or not? And what does this mean for the baby, or more importantly, for them?

Riordanverse:

Hotel Walhalla’s weird activities to the death:

We all know of sword-fighting, spear-throwing, and yoga to the death. Yet, what other weird, totally peaceful activities have they managed to make dangerous in hotel Valhalla?

Percy Jackson one-shots: 

In this book, I write Percy Jackson one-shots. Most of them were previously uploaded on my FanFiction and Wattpad account, but I decided to transfer them here as well! ! I write romance, random headcannons and ideas, cute stuff and funny ideas (No angst, very bloody stuff or anything like that). The One-shots get better in quality further in the book. The first ones are not amazing, but I added them to be complete. Update: I have decided to stop writig one-shots, but all of these stay right where they are!

At Least He Got The Minotaur:

Percy has just arrived in camp. A camper runs to Chiron and Dionysus to tell them. The camp directors are more than a little surprised at the news that a new, young camper could defeat a minotaur. It couldn't be the prophecy, could it?

There are always reasons: 

Percy is in camp to meet with some friends. He seizes a chance to ask Dionysus about why the god released him from the Chrysler building, all those years ago. He gets a more profound answer than expected.

This Might Be Crazy:

Nico has some issues and needs help - even he agrees. He is just not really sure if Dionysus of all people will be able to help him. Or: A fic in which Nico gets therapy from Dionysus, learns to live again and regains control of his life, inspired by what was said in Tower of Nero. Updates every three days! This fic was nominated for the Solangelo awards 2021.

Elevators and Boys keep me awake:

Nico is going through a tough time. Luckily, he has his upstairs neighbour Dionysus to help him. Or: A Nico-gets-therapy-from-Dionysus-story, but in a mortal AU.

The Biters:

Short stories about Clarisse, told via those around her, ranging from when she was a little girl to getting claimed to getting a boyfriend and becoming a hero.

A Question:

Nico figures out Will went to Dionysus a couple of times, with questions about how to make his boyfriend feel more comfortable. Nico finds it adorable, really.

 Loki (2021):

Maltesers: 

Loki notices Mobius carrying a bag with a sweet scent coming off of it. Perhaps he would like to try some of that, too.

See You later, Alligator: 

Loki is bored on Asgard. On a wim, he decided to transform a few things in his room into animals. After all, what can come from that except for some harmless fun?

Bohemian Rhapsody, or: Misschief on ice

Finding out that Loki can figure skate is one. Finding out that he has qualified himself for a world championship is in a whole other ballpark. Still, Mobius and Sylvie support him to the best of their abilities. Even when Loki decides to skate by his own rules.

Whoever you are:

Loki is gender fluid. Before they knew Mobius, they casually slipped in and out of different looks, whatever felt right at the moment. When they began dating, it suddenly felt so weird. Mobius tells them he'll love them, no matter who they are.

Rangers’ Apprentice:

High school could go many ways:  

 For a group of five orphans, the time for high school has come. Will is determined to get onto a sports team. Yet, is that truly what he wants, or has he been putting up an act for himself?

During all of this I have one question: 

Crowley has an idea and plays a prank on Gilan and Halt. They handle the situation quite well, I would say.

KoFi - AO3 

[rainywritingsx]

Bagukous S/O is hit by a quirk that's supposed to make them love the user, but it doesn't work. Why? Hint hint, they just love Bagukou that much.

Ahhh I love this idea so much!! Also the quirk is so creative, props to you for even coming up with that, anon ^_^. I hope you enjoy! Also, if you have any feedback feel free to let me know. Have fun reading!

ALSO I MISSED WRITIG SO MUCH OMG IT FEELS LIKE I HAVENT POSTED IN TEN YEARS SKSKSK

Warnings: uh,,, it’s Bakugou so,,, sweAriNg

Words: 1338

“‘Lets go on a road trip’, they said. ‘Villains won’t attack us’ they said.” Y/n muttered to themselves as they hid from the nth villain they’d encountered on this so-called road trip. Usually they’d go out there and fight immediately, but Bakugou, Midoriya, Kirishima and Uraraka went to attack them and the rest had to make sure no other villains appeared. You never knew, right?

What y/n had noticed while hiding however, was that this villain hadn’t used their quirk. And their face was covered with a mask so they had no idea who it really was.

They quietly observed him, trying to find out what this villain’s quirk was but nothing seemed to hint at it. The clothes didn’t give away what the quirk was, they didn’t move in a strange way and from what y/n could see, this person was completely human.

What they didn’t realise though, was that right now y/n was in a vulnerable state, since they were observing the villain only and not paying attention to their surroundings.

Sadly, a person took advantage of that fact.

Y/n gasped when they felt a kick against their back that caused them to fall on the ground. Luckily, they managed to land safely so they weren’t hurt. They looked up to see who it was, and it was a stranger, but weirdly enough their clothes seemed a bit similar to the villain.

“Are you one of their sidekicks or something?” They mumbled to themselves. The person chuckled, taking off their, or should we say his now, mask.

“I wouldn’t call myself a sidekick. More like a partner of my dear Kouki-chan.” He said as a wide smirk appeared on his face. That’s when y/n noticed something strange. His eyes... they were pink, and the pupils had the shape of a heart?

“Kouki-chan, huh.” They repeated it to themselves.

“Now, if you just do as I say, you won’t get hurt and you can be Kouki-chan’s partner too!” A small laugh escaped y/n’s lips.

“No thanks. I have a boyfriend.” They said as they slowly got up.

“Oh honey trust me, Kouki-chan is better than any other living thing on this planet. You just don’t see it yet because he hasn’t used his quirk on you.” His quirk... that must’ve meant that this ‘Kouki-chan’ could make people fall for him, right?

“Again, thanks for the offer, stranger that kicked me to the ground, but I’m good.” Y/n said as they crossed their arms against their chest.

“That wasn’t a question, dear. It was a demand.” His eyes seemed to turn darker and his whole ‘sweet’ aura was gone. Before y/n realised it he grabbed their wrists tightly and a strange substance covered them so she wasn’t able to use her hands anymore.

“If you don’t come with me now I’ll carry you.”

“That doesn’t sound that bad, my feet are sore anyways.”

“If I make this stuff that’s on your wrists hot enough, your feet will burn off.”

“Oh.” Well That was a blunt statement wasn’t it? Y/n sighed and decided to come with him.

As they walked, she looked around, hoping to see any of their classmates but they couldn’t find anyone. And Bakugou... where was their boyfriend when they needed him?

Her eyes widened when she heard voices. They sounded like Midoriya and Kirishima who were probably talking to Uraraka and Bakugou. They could help her! Wait... if they were here, the villain would probably be here too.

“She’s here, Kouki-chan!” The male spoke in an overly sweet tone. The unfamiliar voice was what caused everyone to turn to the source and their eyes widened when they saw y/n.

“Y/n!” Bakugou yelled as he was about to run over to his s/o, until the villain spoke up.

“If you get any closer to her I promise she won’t make it out alive.” He stopped. He honestly just wanted to beat this jerk’s ass but he also didn’t want his lover to get hurt.

The villain walked up to y/n, resting his hand on their cheek as he looked into their eyes.

“My, my, aren’t you beautiful. Is that blond hothead over there your boyfriend?” Both y/n and Bakugou kept their mouths shut, but the explosive guy was about to literally explode.

“I’m sure my little pet over there has told you about me..” y/n scoffed.

“Yeah, you need a quirk for people to actually like you. Sounds kind of pathetic if you ask me.” Bakugou smirked at this, wanting to yell ‘that’s my fucking girl!’, but he knew better.

“Oh no babydoll, you don’t understand. I don’t make them fall for me, I make them realise what they’ve been missing all along. And that,” he nodded his head towards Bakugou “is clearly not what you need.”

“I don’t want to be your little slave, asshole.” The villain chuckled as he pulled y/n’s face closer, causing steam to come out of Bakugou’s ears while Kirishima held him back to make sure he didn’t do anything stupid. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust his s/o, he just knew that they were very uncomfortable with the way that stranger was acting.

“Do you think you have a choice, princess? Everyone loves me, and now you will too.” He said as his eyes and pupils suddenly became similar to his ‘partner’s’. Everyone stopped dead in their tracks, gasping at what was happening. Though they didn’t know his quirk at first, seeing the sidekick and the way he talked to y/n pretty much gave it away.

“Now now, my dear y/n, will you obey me from now on?” Y/n didn’t say a word as she nodded slowly, her head hung low.

“Ah don’t worry, my quirk sometimes make the people that I use it I’m tired, you’ll feel better soon. Yuto, how about you release their hands?”

“Everything for you, Kouki-chan!”

“Crap, what do we do now?” Midoriya asked the others.

“If we attack now he will obviously use y/n to fight against us.” Uraraka said.

“Let’s kill this fucker.” Bakugou spoke, his voice deeper than usual, anger evident in his tone as little explosions erupted from his hands.

“That does sound quite tempting, Bakugou-kun, but we also need to think about y/n-chan’s safety and uhm , our reputation as UA students.” Uraraka spoke, attempting to calm down the blasts boy, which, didn’t really happen but he did manage to finally use his brain.

Before they could even agree to a plan, they heard the villain cry out in pain. They all gasped and turned to look, and there was y/n, holding the villain to the ground.

“H-how did she...” Midoriya spoke wide-eyed. Y/n chuckled before pushing the villain further into the dirty ground.

“You guys really think a pathetic villain like him could take away my love for Katsuki?” Bakugou smirked at this, crossing his arms before making eye contact with his s/o. Their friends couldn’t help but smile at this.

“They’re such a cute couple oh my gosh.” Uraraka whisper-yelled. Kirishima nodded as he rested his hand on his chest.

“So manly!” He said, voice dripping with passion.

“That’s my fucking baby, god I love you so damn much.” Bakugou sighed as he shook his head in disbelief. “I’m so lucky man...”

“I love you too, Katsuki...” y/n spoke, a blush creeping on their cheeks. About a second later they realised that they were sitting on the villain, who was still slightly conscious.

“Now, would you guys help? I think that little slave got away and we need to get in contact with the pros. Oh Katsuki, sweetie, would you help me with beating up this little jerk?” They spoke, voice sweet as honey as they looked at their boyfriend, whose smirk got wider.

“Oh you don’t need to ask me twice, baby.”

[pynkhues]

Ok, so. First of all, I freaking love your writig, its *chefs kiss* delicious. Second of all I have this theory. Its that the only way they will say anything seriously nice about the other is if they are not saying it to each other. Could you write something about Beth defending Rio to someone (maybe a PTA mom or Ruby) or Rio defending Beth to someone (maybe Dean) and the other one overhears? Kinda the opposite of 'eavesdroppers never hear nice things' kinda thing. Sorry for the ramble!

Thank you so much! You’re so sweet!

So, I’ve had so many requests for fic in The Center and Circumference / domestic fic universe, I didn’t realise that that wasn’t in your request until I’d already finished this prompt, haha. I hope that’s okay! Anyway, it’s pretty long, so I hope you like it :-) 

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He’s halfway through a meeting with one of their newer clients – some watery-eyed, broad-faced fuck with a propensity already for overstepping – when Rio’s cell buzzes in the back pocket of his jeans, and shit, he thinks, gaze flicking to his right on the table where his work cell sits uninterrupted. It’s ain’t that.  

“I can manage the extra cars,” the client says across from him, unperturbed, shifting forwards slightly in his seat, and Rio arches an eyebrow, feeling his cell quiet down, then the tell-tale buzz of a voicemail left after it. There are only a few people it could be on this line – Elizabeth, probably about dinner tonight or somethin’ (she’s careful about calling his work cell for work-related things after all), his mom, probably about dinner on Sunday night, or - - his jaw already twitching in annoyance - - Glenvale Elementary School.  

“That’s a lotta product,” he tells the client, while telling himself it could be Danny’s teacher – Elizabeth had kept him home sick yesterday with what she was sure were the early signs of an ear infection, and she is usually right about those sorts of things; or Emma’s teacher, maybe – giving her another prize for highest raised hand or cleanest desk or some shit, but damn, who’s he kidding?  

If it’s the school, he knows who it’s about.  

“I can move it,” the client insists. “It’s only three more than my guys are already doing, and I’ve got a few new territories I’m exploring for distribution.”  

It’s the way the guy says it more than anything that makes Rio train a lazy eye back on him – the tone just the wrong side of desperate. Rio knows that tone – the tone of somebody who’s promised someone more than he can offer.  

Rocking forwards a little in his own seat, Rio knits his fingers together, drops them as one to the table in front of him, his brow furrowing in faux confusion as he does it, and he’s about to ask exactly why this dumbass needs three extra cars worth of pills when his cell starts buzzing again in the back pocket of his jeans.  

And just - -  

If it is the school - -  

If one of them is sick or hurt or something, just - -  

Fuck.  

He lurches to his feet.  

“We’ll start with one,” he tells the guy, already reaching for his cell, and when the client opens his mouth to try and haggle, Rio silences him quickly with a look. Once he’s sure the guy isn’t going to make trouble, he drags his gaze away just long enough to make eye contact with Demon, who’s standing, folded-armed, by the door.  

“Demon’ll take you through the, ah –”  he rolls his free hand out at the wrist, making a show out of considering this, his other hand still occupied with his buzzing cell. “Paperwork, dot the I’s, cross them t’s. You do okay with the one, we can talk about two next time, yeah?”  

And at least even the mention of Demon is enough to shut the guy up for real.  

What can he say? Demon’s got a rep, and what sort of boss would Rio be if he didn’t know how to use it? He smirks a little, watches as Demon moves to sit down on the edge of the table, inches away from the client, looking down at him, and when he’s sure Demon’s got it, Rio slips easily out of the room.

He’s still walking down the short hallway of the warehouse to his current office when he finally actually looks at his buzzing cell, feeling equally pissed off and vindicated at the Glenvale Elementary number blearing back up at him. And sure, maybe he’s pinching his nose as he answers the call, elbowing his way into his office – expecting what exactly, he has no fucking clue. He’s given up on guessing when it comes to Marcus and Jane. If they’ve started another fire though, he swears to god - -  

“Mr Vela,” the administrator says, a little breathless, her voice cutting through his thoughts. “Thanks for taking our call. We understand you’re a very busy man.”  

Rio just hums, folding down into his desk chair.  

“The kids aight?”  

“Um, yes, yes, the kids are all fine, we were just - - we were wondering if you wouldn’t mind coming in? Now? Or whenever soonest you could get here?”  

He checks his watch, rocking his jaw in irritation. He’s not sure he can sit through another meeting with Marcus and Jane’s teacher, watch him make cow eyes at Elizabeth, blush like he’s fourteen when she laughs at some joke so lame it may as well be leavin’ his mouth with scuffed loafers and a sweater vest. 

And - -  

Wait - -  

He purses his lips a little.

“Yeah, ain’t you got some PTA mom bake off on right now?” he asks. “My partner should be there already. In your cafeteria and whatnot.”  

Despite his best efforts to get her not to be. There were better uses of her time after all, but she kept insisting it was good for the kids to see her there, for the school to see her there too, and they’d fought enough about it, because yeah, sure – Rio was down for the recitals and the games and even the family mixers (which - - ugh), but it wasn’t like the kids were even around for the PTA shit, and besides, Rio (and Elizabeth, in name at least) had donated half a library to the damn place. Enough that the school would turn a blind eye to any of the shit Rio did if he needed to (namely taking the kids out at no notice if shit went down. Or if it didn’t. Whatever. Sometimes he just wanted to take ‘em to LegoLand).

“Actually, that’s why I’m calling,” the administrator says a little nervously. “There’s been an incident with some of the parents. In fact, with your partner. If you could come in as soon as you could, we’d be grateful.”  

***

And really, this shit is just hilarious.  

He’d gotten a few of the details over the phone from the administrator, but honestly he doesn’t think anything will really beat walking into a first grade classroom and seeing Elizabeth on one of those tiny little plastic seats, a handful of scratches at her temple like someone’s tried to gauge out her eye and missed, some more at her chest, the neck of her pink blouse torn open and her neck and chest smeared with frosting.  

Rio arches an eyebrow at her as he steps in, and Elizabeth puts her nose up and everything, a blush dusting her cheeks, all prim like they ain’t gonna be finding blood and frosting when she pulls her bra off later, but then - - he bites back a grin. That sounds kinda fun.  

She’s doing better than the woman beside her anyway – some Bargain Bin Barbie, who has two cotton balls shoved up her bloody nose, the start of a killer black eye (and damn, when had Elizabeth’s right hook gotten that good?) and cake in her peroxide blonde hair. Some Ryan Seacrest-type who’s gotta be her husband sits beside her, arms folded over his chest, looking for all the world like it’s the last place he wants to be.  

No imagination, Rio thinks, his jaw rocking in amusement, eyes shifting back to Elizabeth.  

He can’t think of a place he’d rather be.

“Ah, wonderful, we’re all here.”

The voice sounds from behind the desk, and Rio jerks his head around to see some guy who must be a part of the faculty – tall and lanky wearing the ugliest fucking tie Rio’s ever seen. The guy gestures him out vaguely towards the back of the classroom. “Would you mind taking a seat.”  

Striding forwards, Rio grabs one of the little plastic chairs from where they’re stacked in the corner, dropping it beside Elizabeth and sitting heavily down in it. As soon as he’s seated, the guy looks between them, ringing his hands a little nervously, shuffling in his own seat.  

“I’ve called you in today because your wives –”  

“They’re not even married,” Bargain Barbie snips, and Elizabeth’s head rotates around so quickly she’s like that little girl in The Exorcist.  

“It’s 2019, Tania, marriage hasn’t been a measure of a relationship’s worth in at least twenty years. Something you’d know if you read something other than the back of your box-mix cupcakes.”  

And, well, damn, Rio thinks, sucking in his lips to swallow a laugh as he looks back at Ugly Tie. Vaguely he can see Bargain Barbie (or Tania, he supposes, but whatever, he doesn’t care) make a noise of abject outrage – whether at being called out for her apparently dated ideas or the insinuation that her cupcakes aren’t made from scratch, Rio has no idea. Maybe it’s both, with the way she turns about nine different shades of red. Beside her, her husband suddenly grabs her hand, dragging it into his lap to stop her from hitting Elizabeth again.  

Or, well, trying to. No matter how funny this whole thing is, Rio’s not exactly inclined to let anyone touch her.  

“Your partners,” Ugly Tie corrects nervously. “Were involved in an incident in the school cafeteria ahead of this afternoon’s PTA Bake Off.”  

“We weren’t involved in an incident,” the blonde hisses, flailing her free hand out in Beth’s direction. “She attacked me.”  

“I did not attack you,” Elizabeth replies, and Bargain Barbie snorts while the colour drains from Ugly Tie’s face, like he thinks fists are about to fly again. He teeters nervously at the edge of his seat.

“Witnesses did say you pushed her face first into the cake display, Ms. Marks.”  

Witnesses, Rio thinks with a grin. Like this is an episode of CSI. These people really are a trip.  

Elizabeth looks at Ugly Tie at that and then quickly paints on that Stepford look – the one that’s all Bambi Eyes and Molly Manners – the one that, despite himself, still makes his dick twitch.  

“Maybe I moved a little suddenly,” Beth allows. “But honestly, it was an accident, Ed - - can I call you Ed?”  

Ed pinks a little, stuttering out a yes, and Rio has to resist the urge to snort.  

“I guess I was just a little swept up in the moment of it – you really do just run the best PTA fundraising bake off – and I mean, I’d know, because I’ve participated in more than my share, being an active member of the school community - - ”  

“You’re so full of shit,” Bargain Barbie snaps, arm flailing out of Seacrest’s grip, and honestly, Rio thinks, amused, she’s kind of got her there. Still, Ugly Tie holds up a hand to both of them, as if finding his train of thought again.  

“The reason we’ve called your partners in, is it seems like the fight stemmed from broader tensions between your families.”  

And that shuts them both up.  

Rio glances curiously over at the other couple, racking his head to think of any time Elizabeth’s so much as mentioned a Tania, but he comes up blank. He knows there’s a Margot who’s trying to get the school on a raw food diet, and a Penny who always fights it when Elizabeth tries to move the school away from celebrating religious holidays (“It should be all or nothing,” Beth insists. “If the school is going to keep celebrating Christmas and Easter, why can’t they celebrate Eid and Diwali too? It’s 2019!” – apparently that’s her buzz phrase at the moment), but - - no Tania.  

“Anyone?” Ugly Tie asks them all now, and Elizabeth and Bargain Barbie both sit up a little taller, pointedly maintaining their silence, and damn, they’re more tight-lipped than half Rio’s boys. He eyes them both with a vague interest as Ugly Tie sighs.  

“Fine. A two week ban on all PTA activities,” he says, and Rio could almost laugh at the look of abject horror on both Elizabeth and Tania’s faces. “And you need to apologise to each other and to the other members of the PTA.”

“Mr. Hollander, the Spring Fling Dance planning committee nominations are next week,” Bargain Barbie cries, and Elizabeth opens her mouth probably to say something equally embarrassing, and Rio figures that’s probably their cue. He grabs Elizabeth by the elbow, lurching to his feet and dragging her up with him, and before she can dig her heels in in that way she does, he’s nodding at Ugly Tie in acknowledgement, saying a quick “Sounds fair,” and dragging them both out of the room.  

***

Turns out her sister’s shitty car had croaked again that morning, so Elizabeth had lent her the mama van on the condition she drop her for the bake off and pick up the brood after school, which is fine, he figures, pulling out of the school carpark, Elizabeth all tightly wound beside him in the passenger seat, her cheeks red and her posture stiff.  

“You gonna tell me what that was about?” he asks as he gets onto the main road. He really should go back to work, but fuck it, he thinks. There’s nothing on Demon can’t handle, and if there is, he knows how to reach him anyway.  

“No,” she snips, and Rio casts a look at her out of the corner of his eye, and it takes him a minute to realise that the red of her cheeks isn’t embarrassment like he’d figured, but rather that it’s still anger. It’s enough to make him shift in his seat – it ain’t like she doesn’t get mad, just she doesn’t usually get mad about PTA stuff, at least not like this – more just tense and exasperated and sometimes frustrated in a way he can usually diffuse if he looks at her or touches her right. But this - -  

He ain’t seen her like this recently.  

The car slows at the traffic lights, and he uses the opportunity to reach over, push her hair out of her face, run a thumb over one of the scratches at her temple.  

“Want me to call my sister? Get her to bring over a rabies shot?”  

It works like he’d wanted it to. Beth exhales a laugh, her gaze drifting over to him, watching as he takes his hand back to the steering wheel of the car. They get another couple of blocks when he feels it, the slow boil of her anger again, simmering beside him in the car, and they’re not even that far from home, but fuck it, he thinks, he doesn’t like the idea of her going straight into one of her furious cleaning or cooking frenzies, so he pulls over.  

If she’s surprised, she doesn’t react, not even when he turns in his seat to look at her, taking in the tight lock of her shoulders, the tighter one of her jaw.  

“Elizabeth,” he starts, and she looks out the window, away from him. “Come on, ma.”  

She rolls her eyes at him, like he’s the one being ridiculous, and he pointedly pulls the keys out of the ignition, watching as she turns enough to scowl at him, folding her arms across her chest. Whatever. No skin off his nose, he thinks, leaning back against the driver’s side door, his eyes not leaving her, he’s got all day, and it’s only another minute, maybe two, before she’s flailing her arms in the air, her cheeks reddening all over again.  

“She called you a drug dealer,” Beth whisper-yells at him, like anyone can hear them in his car, and shit, is that all? Rio just laughs.  

“And you upset about that?”  

He knows she is – can see it in the heave of her (still frosting-covered) chest, in the way her lower lip quivers, her eyelashes clump. Can hear it in the tightness of her voice, and maybe he should’ve gotten her home first, gotten her on her back in their bed, breathless, legs trembling, made her forget about it the best way he knew how, but - -  

“She meant it as an insult,” she says hotly, interrupting his train of thought, and Rio pops an eyebrow at her, because no shit. “And it’s not like she knows you are one. She thinks you work flipping cars with me.”  

“So what?” he asks, shrugging, and Elizabeth frowns over at him, finally turning around in her seat to face him. She’s still all flushed, flustered, and she seems pissed at him now when she flails her arms out at him, and voice shrill, says:  

“So what? So - - so what if she says that sort of thing in front of her sons, who go to school with your son. What if they tell all their friends about what Marcus’ daddy does for a living?”  

Shaking his head, Rio can’t quite take her eyes off her, because seriously – sometimes he thinks she figures he popped out of the ground the day he showed up in her kitchen, like Marcus did that day in the park.  

“Trust me, it won’t be nothin’ Marcus ain’t heard before.”  

And at least that shuts her up, her mouth closing, her posture sagging a little back against the passenger side door. He just watches her, briefly considering putting the keys back in the ignition and driving them home, but then - - he knows her enough to know that that ain’t all it is bothering her. He frowns at her, drums his fingers on his leg, and then looks away, something sharp spiking in his gut.  

“You worried about your kids?” he asks, voice a little tighter than he wants it to be, and when Beth shrugs, his frown deepens.  

“It’s a part of the deal,” he says. “Shit, you know what I look like, ma.”  

And she doesn’t reply to that either, and that sharpness in his gut peaks into something uncomfortable. He rocks forwards a little in his seat, using the momentum of it to sit back harder, to bump his back back against the door.  

“This a problem?” he asks her. “You want me to talk to the kids about how their new stepdad’s gonna make ‘em whispered about on the playground?”  

“I don’t care about the kids!” she yelps, and he blinks, unable to contain his surprise when she suddenly backpedals. “I mean, of course I do, that’s not - -”  

She exhales, the sound harsh in the hollow of his car, and she won’t look at him when she says:  

“She can’t talk about you like that. She doesn’t know anything about you.”

And that’s - - not what he was expecting. He blinks at her, that sharpness in him dulling, squinting a little at her as he takes her in.  

“She can do whatever she wants, ma."  

Because shit, she can. Rio wouldn’t have wasted his time talking to her anyway, but hell, if she ain’t gonna pretend to make nice with other parents, he sure as hell ain’t either.

“Fine,” Beth says finally, sniffing a little. “But actions have consequences, isn’t that what you’re always telling me?”  

He could almost laugh at that, because she’s right, he is always telling her that, but he means it more in the context of handling a slippin’ employee, or her own tendency to steamroll into situations like she’s - - hell, like she’s one of their seven-year-olds.  

“And what? Talkin’ shit gonna get her hit?”  

“Yes,” Beth tells him firmly, nodding, sitting up a little straighter in her seat, her chin up, all defiant, and Rio snorts.  

“You all about defendin’ my honour now?” he says it patronisingly, expecting her to get embarrassed in that way she does when she thinks he’s making fun of her, but that’s not what happens at all.  

“Yes,” she says emphatically instead, and Rio blinks, surprised, and then before he can say anything else, she keeps talking.

“I told you. She can’t talk about you like that, and I’m not going to let her. And just for the record, I like the way you look, so.”

She stops then, looking over at him briefly, then quickly turning around in the seat, facing forwards again, all prim again like there ain’t cake in her hair, and Rio can’t quite stop his grin.  

“Yeah, I knew that last one, ma,” he says, and Beth pinks, but she smiles, gaze finding him again. She bites her lip a little, looks up at him through her lashes, and Rio just - - shit. He can feel how goofy his smile is, quickly tapering it into a smirk as best he can.  

“You really push her into that display?” he asks her after a minute of quiet, and Beth wrinkles her nose, blushing for real this time, but still. Something in her face, it’s a little proud.

“Punched her too.”  

He arches an eyebrow, looking dutifully impressed, and she preens before she can help herself, holding up a hand at that so he can see the start of the bruises on her knuckles. He laughs, shaking his head, grabbing her hand to inspect it, and shit, if he doesn’t find them cute too – all dainty like her, little blooms of purple, like flower buds, and ugh. Even thinkin’ that, he shakes his head at himself, but presses his lips to them all the same, and he doesn’t hear it, or even see it, but some part of him feels her breath hitch, and it’s a relief really – that he can feel just how sprung she is too.  

“Okay, bruiser,” he tells her, twisting back in his seat, pushing the keys back into the ignition, and he goes to drop her hand, but she threads their fingers instead, and he holds it there, against his thigh, the whole ride home.  

[madamrogersstorytelling]

Day 1: Seven favorite fanfics

I started to read fanfiction about Ben only a short while ago - I can tell it was exactly the moment I fell in love with him, everything about him; his personality, his looks, his performances, the way he just is who he is. There is something extremely inspiring in him, and I totally understand the amount of fanfiction I found while scrolling through Tumblr looking for something to read. I found a lot of good writings.

Ever since I’ve read lots of fics, most of them during nights before sleeping. I’m laying on my bed in darkness reading Ben Barnes fanfiction on Tumblr - what else could I wish for? All those people writig those fics have made me smile and cry and laugh and everything in between and it’s the best thing about being a part of a fandom.

It was nearly impossible to list only seven, and this order may not be exactly accurate. I’m going to say something about every fic so that people know why it is on my list.

1. A Recipe For Love by @padfootagain 

Caspian X/Reader, 12 chapters

“Your life was quiet, working in the Royal Kitchens and craving for a chance to become a cook. But your whole world changes when your eyes meet the King’s gaze…”

I instantly fell in love with this one. There was something magical in the first chapter that I read the second right after it and actually stayed up a bit too late. But I didn’t mind. The story goes on smoothly and with a comfortable pace, the character of the reader is relatable, and Caspian is charming as always. Carole has the talent to write Caspian; her Caspian is in character and in humanly way full of flaws and she shows him as the man he is when he doesn’t have his crown. That’s what I liked in this one: Caspian is written as the man he truly is, the man who knows and carries the weight of his responsibilities as the king of Narnia. But, at the same time, as a man who wants nothing more than to be with a girl he loves.

2. Lioness by @padfootagain

Caspian X/Reader, 6 chapters

“Caspian quickly understands that you are stronger than you look. But as his feelings grow for you, a threat spreads across Narnia as well, and your life is soon at stake. Will he be fast enough to save you? “

This caught my interest after I had finished all Carole’s one shots about Caspian. I could’ve put any of those to this list, I loved them all. What I liked about this one was how strong the character of the reader is. She knows how to use a sword and is not afraid to use it but she isn’t a cold character. As someone who would like to be someone who fights and takes care of herself (in short: I wouldn’t like to be a lady, a princess or anything like that, no. I’d rather be an outlaw, for instance. Quite a hard choice but I wouldn’t be able to live my life as a princess. Or then again, I could be the one who learns to fight and take care of herself. My dream is to be a Ranger of the North), I could relate to the character quite well and was able to imagine myself in her place. This series was exciting, it got me when bad things started to happen but I wasn’t able to stop smiling. And I cried during the last chapter. It was far too beautiful.

3. The Flue In the Summer by @padfootagain

Ben Barnes/Reader, a one shot

“When you come home sick, Ben is here to make sure that you will soon feel better.”

I’m the one who gets sick once during every winter, spring and fall, sometimes even summer. I catch a cold far too easily. (Hell, I think I’m going to be sick soon, my nose is weird...) So this was fun to read haha! Can I call Ben already to get ready for nursing me? I’d need someone like him to take care of me when I’m sick. This one shot is totally the cutest and fluffiest thing ever! When someone is in desperate need for fluff, this should be their go to fic because fluff guaranteed!

4. What's The Coffee For Today? by @that-bwitch​

Ben Barnes/Reader, a one shot

I’m a romantic even if I don’t always sound or seem like one. I like pretty things, happy things. And this was both. I also love coffee shops more than anything; if I lived in the city, I probably wouldn't do anything else, you'd meet me there every day. I've always dreamed of writing in a coffee shop but have never actually found one that was quiet enough. This, I could hear all the sounds and smell the coffee when I read this, I heard Ben's voice and saw his face. I imagined my favorite coffee shop here. But I love the ending. It left a long-lasting smile to my face. I surely will change my attitude towards coffee now haha!

5. Song For Tomorrows by @padfootagain

Ryan Brenner/Reader, a one shot

“Ryan is ready to stay for you, but this is Dangerous for your heart, and you prefer to let him go. But reading the song he wrote for you most definitely affects you.”

Ryan has a special place in my heart (I’ll probably write about this for another day). Finding fanfiction of him made me more than happy. This is actually the first fic I ever read about Ben Barnes and I can say, there is no turning back. There is everything a fic needs to have to make me cry. This is beautiful, this is sad, this is touching... I simply love this piece.

6. Show Me by @banditthewriter

Billy Russo/Reader, a one shot, contains smut

There was something in this one that caught me. It was probably this softer Billy. I love to see this side of him in fanfiction. In this one it is quite visible, he is willing to focus on the character of the reader, not himself. If I had a man like Billy, he would totally destroy me for everyone else. I’d be a goner. And definitely this softer side of him - although, I think I’d somehow get along with that one we see in The Punisher. I get along with strande kind of people. But yes, there is something in this piece, something about Billy in this one. I love him in this.

7. Scary Love by @hxbbit​

Billy Russo/Reader, 5 chapters, contains smut

This was one of the first Billy Russo fanfics I read. I feel like he is quite in character in this (it’s still hard for me to accept the fact that Billy is completely bad, even being a psychopath he is). I think there can still be a soft side of him, he has just hidden it under many layers of armor. And being one of the first ones, this makes me feel like I get the feeling back, the feeling I had about this character when I read this fic. I’m not gonna lie: I love Billy Russo, even though I probably should hate him. He is far too psychological and has an interesting backstory. All of that is visible in this story. This is also very beautiful in a quite tragic way.

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I’ve read so many good fics that all of them should’ve gotten a mention. Had to leave so many good ones out of the list but there they still are, in my heart and I go back to them quite often. Thank you, writers, for your amazing fics! Continue writing, it’s visible that you’re enjoying it. Lots of love, everyone ❤️

Happy Ben Barnes week!

@benbarnesweek

[thehollowwriter]

It's currently 11:40pm.

I should probably sleep.

Researches shit for writig

[uozlulu]

I went and put my AO3 by word count and I found that in 2014 when I was writig the dystopian novel that I have to have a major rethink about I wrote 4 of my top 5 longest fics all about 13,000 - 19,000 words. What I was doing was basically using fic to give my brain a break from writing the novel then writing more novel and then alternating back and forth.

So I suppose if I hit 20,000 words in my first draft of this fic I should probably take a novel break. Although with the rate I'm going a novel break might come sooner than later because I'm in the hard part of the fic idea.

But yeah if I pull off this AU ending fic it's going to be my longest fic on AO3 considering I always add to a first draft when revising and I'm like not near the end of the story idea yet.

Also, I really need to remember to process some of my photos from July tomorrow because I totally didn't process any of them today I was too busy learning about manual color film processing and then ended up scrapping that part I thought I'd write so it was all for naught alkdfjasd

[realtalk-princeton]

URGENT: I know you guys are probably sick of writig sem off 1st, but if I got an A- on my R1 and a B+ on my R2, do you think I should pdf or not?

Response from Orion:

You seem to be on track for an A-/B+ depending on participation and how much effort you put into the R3. I'd probably say you're fine bc that range is really good especially for freshman year.

[arkus-rhapsode]

(Was gonna send this as an ask but it got too long)

Hi, I read your analysis on Edelgard and the Church and thought they were really well thought out. I'm personally a huge fan of Edelgard so I disagree on some elements but that's really just a matter of perspective. However, while reading your Church of Seiros analysis I feel like you glossed over two details which I personally believe are pretty important to Edelgards motivation against the church. (Disclaimer, while im spoiled on most relevant plot points, Ive only played Edelgard and the Church routes so far and havent seen every support so my understanding may be incomplete)

The first one being that Rhea has essentially made a Cult of Personality. The Fire Emblem games are no strangers to having random NPCs and minor characters lionizng and deifing their leaders, but with 3houses newer takes on perspective and gray morality and all that, the worship of Rhea comes off as really skeevy at times. The most obvious example of this is probably Cyril, who is probably the most textbook example of a child solider in a game where most of the units are technically child soldiers, but it even extends to a lot of NPC chatter, and characters like Catherine. The issue with the Church in its current state is that aside from having WAY more power than it should, all that power is pretty much centralized on ONE person, who in the eyes of most of her followers, can essentially do no wrong. I get the distinct impression that the church being called "The Church of Seiros" rather than "The Church of Sothis" was very intentional on the part of the writers for more than just the whole "Sothis" reveal. I think this is why Edelgard specifically says that she's "not declaring war on the faith, but on [Rhea]", because Rhea has fostered an enviroment where for a lot of her followers, Rhea IS the church, and her word is the word of the Goddess. Granted, she does step down and let Byleth run the church in a lot of endings but this brings me to my next, arguably more important point.

Rhea is fucking batshit insane.

This is probably more of my interpretation than anything, but I think what sets Rhea apart from some of the other antagonists is that I wouldn't really call her "Evil", at least no in the same way that I would call Thales "Evil" or Edelgard (as much as I love her) "Evil". Rhea's character strikes me as more of a case of just having an EXTREMELY warped sense of morality, which basically expresses itself as "Mother and Family Good, Others Bad", so if someone agrees with her and does what she says then she will show them the utmost kindness and warmth (which is how she's amassed such a large following), and if they disobey her or do something she percieves as a betrayl of her or her mother, then they're filthy heretic who will burn in hell forever (the church route also heavily implies that this is in large part due to the Classic Fire Emblem lore of "Dragons Don't Get Old They Just Get Crazy"). So when Byleth sides with her, she essentially sees it as her mother coming back (in some shape) to reclaim her rightful place as ruler of Fodlan, and steps down to let them take over again. This was one of my issues with the Church route, where instead of humanizing Rhea and exploring her character like Edelgards route did for her, I kinda left with the impression that Rhea just got what she wanted (or close enough for her) and therefore never had any reason to lash out like she did in Edelgards route.

Obviously this is a matter of perspective and I doubt this would really change your mind about Edelgard at all, but I do feel like its a pretty important of Edelgards motivations and why she does what she does. But this is just how I saw things and I felt the need to point this out after reading your analysis.

Okay so this is my response, sorry f its not as coherrent as my others because I’m honestly writig this off the top of my head. Now I’m glad you read both of those (seriously, i’m really happen when people read my work) and hey I don’t expect everyone to fully agree with me. I mean a big point I made with Edelgard is character perspective, but it also involves perspective of the player.

So if you feel certain way about Edelgard that come from a place personal view point that disagrees with my own, I’m not going to take umbridge. I don’t really think there is a “wrong stance” on Edelgard. But onto my own mistakes.

Yeah when writing the Edelgard post I do admit to leaving out more of the personal connections to the church and spent more on observing it as a whole. Kinda looking at the effect of the world and narrative on Edelgard. But I do believe that Edelgard’s own feelings towards Rhea are a factor in her rebellion. Just not as big a factor as the church’s effect on socuety and its crest structure and how it related to her own personal tragedy.

Yes, Rhea has a presence that can basically be seen as her literally making herself an envoy of a higher power, and while there are people who would likely die for her like Catherine and Cyril, I don’t think that position is that different from other instances of religion both in game and out of game. Now in the case of someone like Emmeryn, they are actually incharge of a sovereign power. It would make sense that their reverence goes beyond religious. People like Cyril seem to revere Rhea and not the church likely because they grew up in just this generation where the figure was that all encompassing. That is defintly dangerous, but is someting that comes with the territory if this large an operation. I can see where Edelgard would have a problem with that, but its very likely the same thing would develop with Edelgard as emperor. Listening to her companions speak about her and what she’s doing for the emperor can be seen in a similar vain of worship for the figure and not message.

Now onto the amount of power the church has, the church is continental in scale, but it is still divided among the 3 branches and when you consider the Empire, Faerghus, and Alliance need to live in relative harmony, it doesn’t surprise me on the size or influence of the church. Assuming we went with an ending that was no Rhea and but still a church, I highly doubt that in size it would decrease, but follower count would. So as an organized religion, that I don’t see as out of the ordinary. And if the one in charge of the central church was someone who did believe in the best parts of the teachings of Sothis and prioritized those, then I wouldn’t have a problem. I think the biggest over reach of the church is their right to execute. Not on the battlefield, but taking a prisoner and then killing them. It feels like that should be done with people like Kostas or Kronya who don’t hail from a territory or sovereign state. But with Lonato and the western church, it feels like the punishment or order of execution should’ve come from Faerghus as that’s where their associated with.

But then we have Rhea herself and yeah I did leave out talking about Rhea’s personality. I more talked about her actions. But I agree, this woman is crazy. Like I don’t know if its the dragon deterioration, though I kinda assumed Rhea shows signs of split personalities. There’s a clear difference in states of Seiros, Rhea and the immaculate one. I don’t know if it is actually personality disorder, but I picked up on it.

But in short I do agree with you on Rhea. Though I feel as though I didn’t gloss over the clearly evil shit she did such as experimentation and the preservation of the Golems. And I agree, she’s not “evil” nor really an antagonistic force like Edelgard (in most routes) but that doesn’t mean her hands aren’t clean. I would say the most morally black individual is Thales.

SO yeah, I still stand by everything I’ve said and think most of what I wrote is satisfactory, but I can understand that I didn’t mention everything that I probably should’ve