#I'm so glad this prompt led me to finally write them!

[himluv]

Thursday Bangers - 6.5.25

Y'all, I am so excited for this one! I was tagged by @woundedsoul12 and @serensama to play this week. The lyrical prompt for this week is:

Baby I’m so into you Darling if you only knew All the things that flew through my mind “Fantasy” - Mariah Carey

These lyrics led me to some new territory, but I am so so excited about it! I hope y'all like it! (gently tagging @karinamay @pixiedurango @derivaderci-says)

Now, then. please enjoy:

This New Life

I don’t really belong here, yet. At Weisshaupt. The Wardens, well… They are a grim order and my smiles and optimism seem to be an irritant to many of them. So, I sit alone in my designated corner of the armory. My workstation – little more than a side table overflowing with vials and mortars and all manner of ingredients for making… well, anything, really – at least feels familiar. A place where I can tinker and think. A place where I can feel useful. Safe. 

The point is, I am alone, musing over a recently retrieved artifact, when Evka enters the armory. We haven’t spoken much since our arrival at the Fortress. She’s been avoiding me, I think. Perhaps for the best. I’ve caused her enough trouble already. 

The First Warden was not pleased to learn she’d put me through the Joining unsanctioned. He’d reprimanded her, in front of several high ranking Wardens, and that was before she’d told him about our… adventure in Eichweill. 

No, I have not been a good influence at all. 

But, she is here now, perusing the axes and hammers and doing her best to glance at me discreetly. Oh, Maker! She’s doing it again. I think she thinks I don’t notice. But I do, always. 

How could I not notice Warden Evka Ivo?

Ever since those dreadful, moaning days of slow death, since she sat me up and pressed a chalice to my lips, I see her face behind my eyelids. I think endlessly of smooth skin, warm eyes, such conviction and kindness and strength–

“Antoine?”

I jump. It can’t be helped. I never expect her to talk to me, even when we’re the only people in the room. Like now. 

I clear my throat. “Désolé.” I lift the device, a rather clever construct designed to hold… well, something. I haven’t discovered what just yet. “I was distracted.”

“I can tell.” Evka smiles.

Oh, her smile! So rare and soft and directed at me?! I’m blushing. Oh, no. Please don’t let her notice I’m blushing. Keep it together, Antoine.

“I asked what you were working on?”

“Ah.” I clear my throat. “I, uh, don’t know.”

She crosses her arms, weight shifting back onto one foot. “You don’t know?”

Great. Just great, Antoine. Now she thinks I’m an idiot. I sound like an idiot.

“Not precisely,” I say. I hold out the device, a sphere of gold and silver bands, clearly meant to spin and whirl. “It’s ancient Elvhen.”

“But, Dernel said he found it in the Deep Roads?”

Now I smile. “Yes! Quite the mystery, non?”

“Huh,” she says. “So, what’s it do?”

“No clue!” I’m grinning now. “It’s supposed to move–” I flick the bands with one finger, spinning them slowly “–powered by magic or perhaps some enchantment.”

“Okay,” she drawls, ever the skeptic. But, she’s still wearing the hint of a smile. “So, it spins.”

“Yes.”

She lifts an eyebrow at me. “And that’s it?”

“No.” I take the sphere back, tucking it against my chest protectively. “Or, well, probably not.”

She sighs. Am I boring her? Get to the point, Antoine!

“I think it’s some sort of… container.”

She eyes the orb, its gaps and ornate carvings. The thing is as much air as metal. “Seems like it’d do a pretty bad job of it.”

“If it were to hold something physical, yes!” I hold the sphere up to my face, frowning as I consider it. “But… what if it held something… else?”

I expect her to dig in, to dismiss me like so many of the Wardens here do. I’m the strange little City Elf, the stray with a nasty habit of making things catch fire and stumbling into trouble. A Warden merely by chance, not conviction. 

But, Evka leans closer, her hands on the table as she peers at the device. “Like what?”

Her voice, low and soft and just a little hoarse. I could listen to it for hours. She could say anything and everything and I would tether myself to every syllable. And now, she’s speaking to me with curiosity? Maybe even…awe?

I might catch fire.

I clear my throat then poke and prod at the sphere, seeking out any discrepancies in the metal. Evka is so close her breath is hot on the backs of my fingers. And then, I feel it. A thin, raised ridge beneath the pad of my middle finger. 

“Aha!”

Evka flinches at my outburst and then we’re both blinking, reeling back from the sphere. It’s floating now, a delicate thrum of power between it and my palm. The bands move slowly, until they spin steadily to diffuse the pale flicker of green flame now housed in the center of the device. 

“Light,” I murmur. And through the whirl of the metal, I see her face awash in light and soft with wonder. She laughs and I am struck with the truth.

That I would gladly hunt down the components of her laughter like alchemical ingredients, until I get the recipe just right. Until I can make her smile and laugh at will, any time she needs a dose of joy. 

The truth is, I’m ruined. Utterly hopeless for her hazel eyes and that clever smile. I know it. And, as I smile at her and our eyes meet through the device, I can’t help but think that this strange new life might be less grim if only she knew it, too. 

[alexanderlightweight]

I now love Wednesdays due to your open prompts. Perfect way to get over the hump mid-week.

My ask this week - does anyone from the shadow world see Alec in his peak mob-wife self? Like - do any other downworlders stumble across these meetings (or the yacht party) and what transpires?

(I'm thinking of an out of area 300 year old vampire or warlock seeing Alec in a corset vest & thigh high boots, draped across Magnus, wondering "what in the actual fuck is going on here?")

Who else knows about Alec as a mob-wife (I can't imagine Simon could keep his mouth closed)?

SFM/NSFW - your choice

As always, thank you for your writing!

i'm glad it can help! honestly it's what gets me through the week too and I really needed it today. so i'm having fun with the prompts ty.

i hope you enjoy this

<3 lumine

dressed to kill

Lily really wishes she was anywhere in the shadowworld than out here, in the mundane one. Her pantsuit is the only thing getting her through this, that and the fact that Raphael will owe her three more, from his personal tailor.

That’s worth mingling with the mundanes as she is. Trying to chase down a lead they finally have on a feeder den whose slipping yin fen into drugs, trying to bring down ‘willing’ blood bags.

It’s with the reminder that not only is it important to get this handled before someone more dangerous is called — and that three suits are on the line. So while she doesn’t have to smile, she also needs to keep her fangs to herself. 

The crowd is easy to enter with a simple encanto and once inside, well Lily is good at blending in when she wants to. That’s about the only thing that holds her together when she recognizes the couple seated together on a chair barely meant for one, let alone two.

It should look ridiculous but they just look intimate, like sharing the same space is better than breathing.

Lily only knows one couple who acts like that with such an intense aura and she certainly didn’t expect to see them here.

Simon's drunken rambling tirade suddenly makes less sense as reality than it did as a fever dream.

—

Mari is about to go talk to the new quality tester, Lily. She’s brisk and smart and she’s so no-nonsense that Leo can barely handle talking to her without retreating. However she’s new and probably doesn’t know anyone. Not only that but, well, Mari admires strong women.

Lily surprises her when she steps forward and bows to Magnus Bane. Nothing too noticeable or low but it’s a sign of respect on a woman whose face looked like she didn’t know what the word meant. Even now, the respect she gives is carefully measured out and seems well-earned and Mari wonders again, just what kind of life Magnus Bane lives.

The thing that surprises Mari is that Lily clearly doesn’t know how to handle Alec. She doesn’t seem to know where to look or how to handle his presence, even though she clearly knows Bane.

Actually, she knows Alec too. It’s clearer now, the more Mari watches. Lily is distinctly uncomfortable with looking at Alec and while Mari feels like it has to do with his clothes, it’s not because of what he’s wearing. Then Mari sees the almost helpless look Lily gives him — from the collar around Alec’s neck to his heels to his husband and realizes it’s because Lily doesn’t know where she’s allowed to look.

Clearly this isn’t as common a look as they’ve been led to believe, or perhaps it’s less common in business, which is where Lily clearly knows the two.  The thing is, Alec doesn’t treat anything like business so it’s clear that at some point a line is drawn, between whatever he is and who he is as Magnus’ husband.

Mari wonders between the two, if knowing Alec via business or as Magnus’ husband is worse.

—

“Poor dear, she looks like lightning will strike her if her eyes linger anywhere on you for more than half a second.”Magnus is laughing in Alec’s hair and then he murmurs, “though she’s not wrong.  Half a second is practically minutes for a vampire. Far too long for me to share the sight of you with anyone.”

“Didn’t we dress so that people would look at the both of us?”

“Yes, but I find this more amusing.”

Alec kisses Magnus rather than laugh as loud as he wants to. Of course that’s the reason Magnus decided to go this route and honestly, Alec can’t wait for the first time he wears something like this to Pandemonium.

Magnus is going to find no one being able to look at him hilarious and anyone who does look... well Magnus enjoys working out.

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i hope you enjoy where I went with this, I didn't have the spoons to make up a new character so I borrowed Lily.

magnus really does change things based on his whims and alec's just straight faced: that was the plan all along. what are you talking about? he will gaslight you for his husband 100%

[koolades-world]

Can I request headcannons of MC getting in a fight with Solomon and Simeon (separately) about something pretty big and how MC (or Solomon/Simeon depending on the reason for the fight) makes up for it/apologizes? I just need some good old angst to fluff man.

Thank you and your writing is amazing!

hi! of course :)

the solomon one was def a lot more serious that the simeon one just because i couldn't think of much that mc and him would get into a serious fight about haha (this only thing i could think of was mc confronting him about his choices that led to him becoming humans and that needs it's own piece for sure)

i kinda deviated from the prompt as a wrote, so sorry about that haha. that happens sometimes as i write. the solomon one is much more on prompt

enjoy <3

Mc gets into a fight w/ Simeon and Solomon (separately)

Simeon

you get jealous that he's been spending so much time with the members of the school's art club

that in itself isn't the problem and you're glad he's getting out there more with something he doesn't normally do, it's just that you can tell that two other members in specific are very into him

they inserted themselves into your relationship and specifically tried to upset you, which cause you to blowup at them

"So, what time are you going to be home?" You pinched your D.D.D. between your shoulder and your ear as you got together the ingredients for dinner that night, since it was your turn to cook.

"In about an hour. Art club will take a little longer today. We're finishing our paintings. I hope you'll like it." The melodious voice of your boyfriend, Simeon, was piped into your ear.

"I'm sure it'll be amazing. If you're going to be late for dinner, let me know. I'll set aside a portion for you." You smiled at the nervousness you heard in his voice.

"Alright. I'll talk with you later then. Love you, Mc." Simeon said.

""Love you too. Stay safe." You put the phone down, and went back to preparing dinner. After you were done, you left it on the stove on keep warm and went off to get some homework done. Eventually, dinner time had rolled around, and still nothing from Simeon. You assumed everything was as normal, so you called your other housemates to dinner.

"Thank you Mc." Luke sat down at the table with his plate.

"Let me know what you think! I tried a modified recipe today." Before Solomon could speak up, the front door finally opened. You got up to greet who you presumed was just Simeon, but there were three people in the doorway.

"I'm home. Hope you don't mind I brought a few guests." Simeon stepped aside to fully reveal his two companions. You recognized them as two other members of the art club, an incubus and a succubus. They really liked Simeon, which wasn't wrong, but they liked him too much. They knew he was currently in a relationship, but that didn't seem to stop them.

The rest of what happened was somewhat of a blur. You vaguely remembered getting progressively more upset at the two newcomers, until eventually, you stood up from the dinner table and went upstairs to your room.

"Mc? I know you're in there." Simeon knocked on the locked door. you didn't answer him. "I'm sorry for bringing them home. I didn't know they'd say that to you. You can blame me all you want." Instantly, you felt bad for unconsciously pinning the blame on him. He had such an alluring personality, so it wasn't really his fault that everyone liked him.

"It's not your fault." You opened the door, and pulled him into the hug. "They were trying to get a rise out of me, and I took the bait. It was a result of pent up feelings I should've share before. I'm sorry."

Simeon sighed and patted your back. "No need to apologize. It's normal to be jealous. I could have done better and asked, but the past is in the past, isn't it?" He took a step back and picked something up that was leaning against the wall. "This is for you. I'd wanted to prepare some of your favorite cookies to go along with it, but I thought now might be a good time to give it to you." In his hands was a portrait of you.

"Simeon! This is beautiful. Thank you!" You hugged him again.

"I'm glad you like it." Simeon moved to set it down, but you stopped him.

"Let's hang it up right now. I have the perfect spot." Simeon was glad to have been graced with seeing your beautiful smile once more.

Solomon

the two of you get into a fight about his tendency to hole up in his room for days at a time

he says he's doing important experiments but you just want to spend time with him

when he does leave his room, it's a weird hours and it's at one of these times that you happen to run into him

"Sol." You held up your D.D.D.'s flashlight. In front of you was your boyfriend, looking like he hadn't slept in at least a few days. The situation might had been funny if you weren't so upset with him. He froze in the beam, looking like a deer in headlights.

"Mc, my love, my joy, my sunshine. What are you doing up this late?" He chuckled nervously, trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

"I could ask you the same thing." You stared at each other in silence. "Babe, it's been three days since I last saw you." He smiled at you sheepishly.

"I've been doing important work." The response he came up with was lackluster.

"What could be more important than your significant other?" You sighed, lowering the flashlight. Solomon didn't respond. "Our anniversary was yesterday. You promised to take me out to dinner. I waited and waited, and even knocked on your door, but you told me you'd be out soon. You never came out." Tears began to well up in your eyes despite promising yourself you wouldn't cry. As the realization hit him, Solomon began to move towards you to comfort you, but you took a few large steps backward.

"My work really is important, but let me make it up to you. We can go out tomorrow morning for brunch, or whatever you'd like." He kept trying to move towards you, but stopped once he realized you didn't want him to close the distance.

"Maybe. I don't know. My feelings are hurt is all. I got dressed up and even had a present ready. I left it outside your door, not that you noticed." You wiped the tears away with your sleeve.

"I made a real breakthrough in my research, if that helps." Solomon suddenly looked much more awake.

"It doesn't. At all. I only wanted one thing from you, but somehow you've managed to avoid it at every turn. I admire your passions, really, I do. But sometimes, I feel like that's the only thing you care about." You turned around, and ran out of the room, taking the only source of light with you.

"Wait! Mc, come back!" Solomon promptly ran headfirst into the door you'd just slammed shut, leaving him alone in the dark, and upset himself.

The next day, he showed up at the HoL, bouquet of flowers in hand. He hesitated for a moment, but knocked. Unfortunately, Satan greeted him. He looked mostly collected, but that didn't stop him from being nervous.

"Hello." Solomon smiled at him.

"I presume those flowers aren't for me." Satan raised an eyebrow.

"Haha, no. They're for..." Your name died on his tongue when he saw you in the background. Your eyes were rimmed red and you had messy hair, but you looked rested. When the two of you made eye contact, you froze.

"Mc, I'm sorry." He held out the flowers to you over Satan's shoulder. He rolled his eyes and stepped a little out of the way. Far enough to give him room, but close enough to force him back outside if needed. You burst into another round of tears, and before Belphie, who was next to you, could grab you, you ran towards him and hugged him tightly.

"That's all I wanted to hear yesterday." Solomon held you close with his free hand.

"I'm sorry for making you think my research was more important that you, I'm sorry for forgetting our anniversary, and I'm sorry for not communicating better." He extended the flowers to you again once you stepped back.

"Thank you. You remembered my favorites." You took them, and gave them a quick whiff.

"Is it too forthcoming of me to ask if you're still up for brunch?" Solomon chuckled.

"No. I'd love that. Just let me get changed." You handed the flowers back to him temporarily to run back inside to get out of your pajamas. Satan had left at some point, but Asmo had found his way into his place.

"Sol. I love you, but if you ever try that again, I think I'll have to put your heart on a spike in the RAD courtyard." Asmo giggled. That was the second time he'd heard his usually endearing nickname spoken in such a threatening way in the past day.

"Noted." Just the reminder he needed never to piss off his s/o or Asmo ever again.

[alatushours]

☆ LOVE POTION, various — he doesn’t know much about love, but he’ll try his best for you.

contents. featuring xiao, dan heng, and roronoa zoro. gender neutral reader, fluff. xiao + zoro is canon au, dan heng’s is modern! your first date with each of the boys ♡ word count. 537

notes. writing the prompt “love potion” for my own event despite it having been closed for a month LMAO i just need an excuse to write something… anyways uh pls pretend i’m not writing xiao when i said i wouldn’t in a while 🫣 i have a wip for tighnari otw i promise !!!

xiao has never been interested in mortal celebrations. but after meeting you, he can’t help but want to learn more about them. “would you… want to come to the lantern rite with me?”

you were pleasantly surprised when he asked; glad to see that the yaksha was finally coming out of his shell. you laughed, took his hand (which prompted a blushing mess out of him), and led him down to the harbor, where the festivities were already starting.

figuring he still wasn’t too comfortable being around large crowds of mortals, you took him to a secluded spot on a hill by the pavilion, close enough so that you could still see the lanterns that lit up the sky.

“they’re beautiful, aren’t they?” you ask him, following his eyes as he stared at tiny glowing dots fading in the night. xiao nods slowly, seemingly mesmerized by the sight. you smile softly, leaning your head on his shoulder as the two of you watch the fireworks show that followed.

dan heng, being a bit of a bookworm, was a little… socially awkward, to say the least. luckily, you found his quirks entertaining. “there’s a new bookstore that opened across the street… would you be interested?”

so one tuesday afternoon, you meet him by the park, where he stood with a bouquet of flowers in his hands. you giggle when he awkwardly offers them to you. “of course, why else would you have bought them for?”

making you way to the bookstore, dan heng watches as you stroll down the aisles, picking out some you wanted. he felt his heart swell as he spies his favorite novel in your hand. “i didn’t know you liked that book too…”

the two of you end up spending the rest of the afternoon in the cafe next door, chatting about your favorite books over coffee. he smiles, maybe being a geek isn’t a such bad thing after all.

zoro never quite wanted to leave the sunny when the crew docked on a new island; he preferred to stay behind and take a nap, or train. but you always encouraged him to come along, and he finally decided to go along with it. “i’m gonna go explore… if ‘ya wanna come with.”

there happened to be a small crafts market in the town nearby, so you and zoro (mostly just you) went admiring the handicrafts the stalls had on display. "aww, how lovely!" you admire a little clockwork deer that reminded you a bit of chopper.

then you realized you had some business to attend to in town, so you left zoro behind for a few minutes, saying, "don't you dare get lost while i'm gone!" he stands there awkwardly, before glancing back at the crafts stall. while i'm here...

...and then of course you happen to accidentally encounter the marines, causing you to have to run back to the ship with zoro in tow. when you're finally safe in the crow's nest of the sunny, however... he presented you with the mechanical deer toy from earlier, to your joy. "i don't have that many berries but.. i know you wanted it, so i guess i'll just have to pay nami back later."

end notes. i thought i would write a lot for xiao but i ended up writing more for zoro lmao he’s been taking up all of my brain recently but i hope you enjoyed <3

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[traintrainingmontage]

Alright, well I gotta send this prompt in because the people need to know: the game that led to poker being banned ft Boco, Rusty, Daisy, and Mavis as mentioned in the Uno fic. Have fun with it (bring as much chaos as you'd like seeing as how we got Daisy and Mavis >:])

YESSSS excellent choice! I'm glad you enjoyed the previous prompt so much; it was great fun to write. Let's just say that this particular poker night was certainly one to remember...

(This is a prequel to Prompt 2 — UNO!)

(CW: alcohol mention)

(Do YOU have a prompt you'd like me to write? Want to see what I've written already? Details are here!)

One evening, game night was to be held at Rusty's apartment in Crovan's Gate. The building was rather worn and somewhat small compared to the other high-rise apartment buildings in town, but it was incredibly cozy and had well-priced rent, with only two tenants to a floor.

Rusty shared his floor with Duncan, who by day worked as a construction worker and by night was a guitarist for an amateur punk rock band. He'd been forced to soundproof his office/studio after one too many noise complaints from the other residents, so there was no real need for Rusty to worry about his neighbor; rather, they were far more worried about the chaos that Daisy and Mavis might bring to the table tonight. After all, they really didn't want to have to talk to the insurance company again, and he was proud of his reputation, which included following the rules, paying the rent on time, and staying in good standing with the building manager. The last thing he wanted to do was ruin that.

With a quick sigh, Rusty looked over all of the preparations he'd made. They had snacks. They had homemade biscuits, along with Jaffa Cakes (Mavis' favorite). He had a vegetable platter, at Daisy's insistence, as well as some fruit. And, of course, they had already ordered the pizza in advance. Rusty themself, glad to be free of their repairman's uniform, was clad in a comfortable orange hoodie, black sweatpants, and light blue socks, and their hijab was properly pinned in place. Everything was set and accounted for. Now, all that remained was—

Knock knock knock!

Three sharp raps rang out against Rusty's apartment door, and he hurried over to open it. Daisy was naturally the first to arrive, a whole 15 minutes early, and with a flourish, she removed her faux mink stole and jacket, laying them on the back of one of Rusty's battered armchairs. "Thank you for having us, darling," the secretary purred, presenting Rusty with a bottle of wine that looked expensive, but was almost certainly trash; such was the norm, given Daisy's taste. Still, they accepted it gratefully and set it aside; maybe it would see use tonight. Who knew.

As Daisy got herself settled at the kitchen table, Mavis was the next to arrive, carrying with her a box of chocolates that was promptly handed to Rusty. The quarry forewoman, as usual, removed her boots and coat, trying to figure out where to leave her dust-cloaked coat such that it wouldn't make a mess, but eventually gave up and tossed it to the floor, where it landed in a heap. With that, Mavis made a beeline for the snacks, which given how loudly her stomach was rumbling, seemed to be sorely needed after a long day.

The final arrival was BoCo, who arrived punctually and with little fuss. Even off of work, he still had his "teacherly" aura, and he greeted Rusty with a calm smile, a cheese tray to enjoy, and greetings from Edward.

Once the visitors' snacks had been added to the smorgasbord of pedestrian delights spread out across Rusty's kitchen counter, the youngest of the group (which happened to be Daisy, at 26; Rusty's baby face and middling height did NOT seem to correlate with their 32 years of living) headed over for the coffee table, where a silver briefcase lay, and picked it up, bringing it back toward the group as fingers tapped against the table in anticipation.

With a semi-dramatic flourish, Daisy opened the case to reveal lines of plastic poker ships, as well as some dice, decks of cards, and other such goodies. The other three players all looked to each other and grinned as everything was handed out, and the cards were passed to BoCo, who began to shuffle them up and deal them out. Before long, everyone had two cards in front of them, and it was time to play some blackjack.

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"Oh, COME ON!" Daisy groaned, pushing her chips over toward Mavis, who was clenching her fist in victory. "I haven't won a single hand!"

"Well, that's just how it goes," Mavis crowed happily, adding her winnings to her now-towering pile. The group wasn't playing for money, but the promise of prestige amongst the collective four of them was somehow intoxicating enough for both Daisy and Mavis to be playing for all they were worth.

Naturally, playing for all they were worth meant very little in blackjack, but really, who cared when this much entertainment was free?

BoCo, for his part, had a modest stack of winnings and a content smile on his face. Rusty, who had managed to consistently get 16s and 18s for the past three rounds, somehow found themself in second place, albeit far behind Mavis, who was leading by a country mile and not slowing down in the slightest. She'd managed to pull no less than three hands of 21, a streak of good fortune that nobody could seem to rival.

However, that just wound Daisy up more.

"Alright, that's it!" she screeched, standing from her seat with a loud huff and bringing her palms down hard against the table. She stared daggers at Mavis, who was sitting across from her, but Mavis only smiled sweetly back and gave a little wave with her fingers. Daisy's jaw clenched, eyes practically popping out of her skull.

"I'm making this next hand WORTH SOMETHING! I'm going to make a bet: if I win, then one of you has to cook for me! Tonight, right here!" Daisy's eyes met each of the three other players, her ire morphing into a smugness that she most certainly shouldn't have had. "And if I lose, which won't happen, by the way... I'll cook for YOU!"

Rusty and BoCo both gasped, eyes frantically meeting each other in horror. It was quite well-known that Daisy did not know how to cook, and they were quite uncertain as to if she even knew what a recipe was, much less how to make one.

"That's not necessary, Daisy," BoCo began. "We have so much food already—"

Mavis, however, with a steely glint in her quickly widening grin, only added fuel to the flames.

"Oh, don't discourage her, BoCo! I'd love to try Daisy's cooking! Deal us in, Rusty!"

With a hesitant look on his face, Rusty reached for the cards, and shuffled them carefully, willing their palms not to sweat. Suddenly, far too much was now riding on this round. They swallowed, eyes flicking between Daisy, who had finally sat back down and was now glaring at him impatiently; Mavis, who looked about as relaxed as she could be with her hands behind her head and a smile reminiscent of the cat who caught the canary; and BoCo, who looked as though he was praying to whoever could hear that this would just be over with as quickly as possible.

Thus, with a prayer in his heart and resignation in his soul, Rusty dealt the cards.

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"I know what a pan is, Rusty!" Daisy screeched, her well-coiffed hair now somewhat frizzy as her elegant nails scrabbled at Rusty's kitchen cabinets, searching for what she'd need to cook Mavis... something. Rusty could only sigh; the pizza was due to arrive in half an hour and there were still plenty of snacks available, but noooooo, Daisy HAD to cook, and with Rusty's ingredients, no less. She'd promised to pay him back, but they were far more concerned with whatever the result of this would be than however much groceries cost. The game lay abandoned on the kitchen table, worthless chips and lifeless cards cast aside in favor of this debacle. Mavis (eagerly) and BoCo (less eagerly) looked on, quite interested in seeing how this would all play out.

Eventually, Daisy found herself some chicken, olive oil, and a fancy apron that Rusty had won during a "Best Dressed" competition at last year's (this year's?) New Year's party. "Alright, even I know how to cook up some chicken! Just you wait, Mavis!"

In the background, Rusty pretended that he didn't hear the conversation between Mavis and BoCo, which was currently following along the lines of whether or not Mavis actually wanted to eat Daisy's chicken, the answer to which was a gutteral laugh followed by an "absolutely not."

"Just remember that my stove is old," Rusty warned. "If you need help, I'm happy to—"

"Thank you, Rusty," Daisy drawled, "but I'm just making chicken. It's not as if it could be that hard."

A thousand and one retorts leapt to Rusty's lips at that fate-provoking sentence, but instead, they simply kept quiet, and thumbed at his hijab nervously.

Seemingly satisfied, Daisy donned Rusty's apron and reached for the olive oil. Applying a light coating to the bottom of the pan, Daisy flicked on the heat and looked over at the package of chicken thighs. "Right. Let's open these up..."

Thankfully, Daisy managed to open the package and, once the stove was up to temperature, placed the chicken into the oil without a problem. Rusty felt themself relax; perhaps he'd been too harsh with Daisy. After all, she seemed to know what she was doing—

"And now, for the WINE!" Daisy laughed, and in the background, Rusty could barely hear Mavis' spirited "DO IT!" over their own growing horror. Before Rusty could stop her, turn on the vent, or do anything else that might prevent the worst-case scenario, Daisy grabbed for the wine bottle she'd brought, opened it with ease (of COURSE it had been cheap wine!) and poured it without a care into the heated pan. "I saw this on a cooking show, Rusty," Daisy explained matter-of-factly, briefly turning away from her pan and pouting at Rusty's horrified expression. "Wine makes everything better—"

"DAISY, THE PAN!"

Daisy managed to turn back just in time to see that Rusty's pan was now ablaze, fire leaping up in frightful lashes that caused the unsuspecting cook to flinch back in terror. "EEEEEEK!"

"And this is exactly why you have to be careful!" Rusty shouted, running for the cabinet in which they kept their pans and pulling out a lid. Without delay, he hustled to the flaming pan and half-slammed, half dropped the lid on top of it, swiftly depriving the flames of oxygen.

For a moment, there was a beat of silence, then BoCo let out a tiny "phew"—

BEEP BEEP BEEP!

As if waiting for their cue, the fire alarm and sprinklers went off, dousing all assembled in disgusting, fetid water. "Alright, everyone out!" BoCo bellowed, quickly putting on his teacher voice. The other three made a break for it, with Daisy managing to nab her faux stole on her way out. As they headed for the stairs at the end of the corridor, Rusty saw Duncan hurriedly following, his favorite guitar clutched in his hands. Thundering down the spacious stairwell, the footfalls of the building's other residents seemed to abound from all sides, with the tremendous beeping of the fire alarm ringing in their ears. It was enough for anyone to get disoriented, but soon enough, Rusty found themself on the building's front lawn, his friends and neighbors all gathering around in confusion.

In the distance, Rusty could vaguely make out the blaring sirens of fire trucks. Beside him, his friends looked terribly awkward, and his neighbors utterly confused. Right in front of him, however, the building manager, Mr. Sam, was hurriedly and angrily making his way toward him, eyes wide and neck bulging with barely suppressed anger, flanked by an overwhelmed-looking pizza boy.

"Rusty," the manager managed to eke out with paper-thin patience, "what happened? Why did the fire alarm panel say there was a fire in your unit?"

Rusty's eyes fluttered shut, thinking back on everything that had happened that night. The wins, the snacks, the laughter, the tears. Then, all of that fled from their mind, replaced by eternal gratitude for Skarloey convincing them to get renter's insurance.

"Well, sir," Rusty finally managed, his tone resigned as a wry smile crossed his face, "as it happens, we were all playing poker..."

[carcarcraziiv2]

HEARTSTEEL FIRST MEETING HCs (PART TWO)

Dis for daddy Yone and my love Aphelios. 💗

~*-If you enjoyed, feel free to send me asks (however that works) with prompts. I also enjoy writing about other league characters as well if you're into that!-*~

Aphelios:

Art classes were never really your thing. You were more into writing, and when your best friend invited you to a creative writing workshop you couldn't help but take the opportunity.

You two got to the class early and were shocked to find out that it was being sponsored by one of your favorite band's lyricists, Aphelios from Heartsteel. The excitement you felt at being able to spend your time at a place that someone in the band even thought about had you more inspired than you were previously.

During the workshop, you wrote a nice little series of poems while you daydreamed about the band. The entire time you kept getting nudges from your best friend because you found yourself mindlessly humming their songs.

At the end, you were surprised to find out that they were hosting a contest to meet the band based on the works submitted if you so wished at the end of the night. You did, and you were even more shocked when a few weeks later you got an email stating that you had won!

The email read as follows-

Dear Y/N,

We would like to begin by thanking you for your submission to the Heartsteel: Meet the Band! competition hosted by Aphelios. Based on the band's review of your work, they would like to designate you as the winner! With our sincerest congratulations, please see the information below with the destination, date, and time!

The rest of the letter contained as it stated, and you were ecstatic. The days passed quickly and before you knew it, you were driving to the location of the meet and greet.

Walking into the small very secure building, you were greeted by a pleasant young woman who led you to a small room with a couch and a few plush chairs. You took a seat, and she left letting you know it would be a few minutes.

You were antsy as you sat there but giddy none the less. Soon enough, the door opened, and you stood in excitement as the members of Heartsteel walked in. Sett, Kayn, Ezreal, Yone, K'Sante, and finally Aphelios.

They all greeted you happily, and finally Aphelios gave you his hand in greeting, a sweet smiling gracing his face. You all discussed things, you got photos, and by the end you were feeling so happy that they were all as cool and nice (Kayn was kinda sus but...) as you had hoped!

It seemed like during the whole time, Aphelios kept writing to you that you had genuinely impressed him.

I really liked your work. It spoke to me. Did you write them based on each of us?

"I did! I thought since you were sponsoring the event I may as well make it Heartsteel inspired," you laugh nervously, running a hand over your head. "I'm glad you like it."

I was wondering if you would like to get together for some writing sessions? I know it's kind of off the wall here but... I wouldn't mind learning more about the way you think.

"I would love to!" You smile, and he gives you his phone to type your number into, and you couldn't help but add a cheeky smiley face next to your name.

I look forward to seeing you again soon! He wrote, and you all said your goodbyes.

You were smiling your whole drive home, and as you got ready to go to bed you heard your phone vibrate on your side table.

Your heart fluttered as you read the message:

Hey, it's Aphelios. Is this Y/N?

YONE:

You always liked going out to a coffee shop to do your work in the mornings. It made you feel more businesslike, for some reason, when you got to go work in a place where everyone is in suits and also on laptops.

The day started like any other. Gathering your things, you headed to a new-to-you coffee shop downtown. When you arrived, you headed inside and sat down after you ordered your drink and a little breakfast sandwich.

Opening your laptop, you got right to work moving files and typing away at emails. You had your headphones in listening to some soft indie pop and you bobbed your head along to it as you wrote.

After about thirty minutes, you took a little break to stretch your fingers and glance around at the other people sitting at tables around you. Turning your attention toward the window, you saw him.

A tall looking man with long white hair with red streaks in a ponytail sat with his head face first into a little MacBook. You couldn't help but gawk at his overall attractive features, as he has focused green eyes and neat but chiseled features. You wondered what his voice sounded like.

You nearly fall out of your seat the way you turn away when his gaze shifts to look at you. He must have felt someone staring at him, and you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks. Okay, that's awkward.

Trying to quickly forget that you just got caught staring, you get back to work. You had only planned on staying at the coffee shop for a few hours while you got through your morning emails, but this man was a revelation you weren't willing to leave just yet.

Over the next few minutes, you kept stealing peaks at him, and to your surprise he kept looking back at you. At one point, he smiled politely at you as if to say, "Need something?"

Finally, after getting multiple messages from your boss that you hadn't noticed due to your wandering thoughts you decided to brush it all off and dive back into your work. Before you knew it, an hour had gone by and you looked quickly toward the direction of where the man had been sitting. Disappointed, you realize that he was no longer there. You shrug to yourself and start packing up your things, pulling out your headphones and shoving them in your bag.

Just as you are about to stand up, you feel a tap on your shoulder that causes you to jump slightly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," You hear as you turn to face the person who tapped you. To your dismay, it was the man who you had been caught staring at.

"It's okay!" you laugh nervously. "Um... What's up?"

"I just noticed you kept looking at me and well, I couldn't help but keep looking at you... and I was wondering if you would like to meet here again for coffee in the morning while you do whatever it is you're doing?" You can see the man blushing, and you wonder inwardly if he was as nervous talking to you as you were about talking with him. "Oh, and I'm Yone. Sorry, I forgot to mention that."

"I'm Y/N," You say in response. "And that would be cool, I usually go get coffee in the morning anyway. Sorry for staring at you earlier, I got kind of carried away I guess." Oh. My. God. Why am I word vomiting on this poor man?

"Don't worry, I kind of liked catching you off guard a few times. It was cute." He says, and you can't help but to blush again. "I'll see you in the morning then, Y/N." He smiles, turns away and leaves you flabbergasted and blushing in the coffee shop.

[jace-the-writer-guy]

Something I need to talk about.

For a long time now I've had some things on my mind, and since I've been dealing with writing burnout I've had time to think over a lot of shit for why it even started in the first place. One thing was definitely trying to push myself to write as much as possible in a day and push out stories for prompts one after another. I used to write multiple upwards of 1k word smut stories that I enjoyed so much to be able to do. Just too much, too much AU stuff, too much and too fast.

Another is pushing constantly time and time again for people to send me asks for my OCs and coming off as a whiny bitch which fucked with me mentally and I know probably drove people away too. I don't even want people to say I wasn't because I know I was. It was constant, weekend after weekend when I got less and less asks for them and I got upset about it and brought that energy through to Tumblr. I tried to not let it get to me but it did.

Not to mention the three-four failed RP attempts that killed that for me also and I think went toward the burnout too.

Now onto the main points this post is about that contributed to it:

First point: While it was fun to do - and I'm glad friends trusted me to do it - I grew frustrated that I constantly got asks for guest OCs over my own. Especially when it came to the harem thing I did with one where asks constantly came for it. It was rough when on weekends I'd get nothing, and then only get one and it would be maybe one ask having to do with a harem.

Second point: And that leads me into my second point. It was just the sheer amount of fucking harem shit in general that I got asks for whether it was for Jaune or that friend's OC I did stuff for, people started mainly sending asks for that stuff no matter how many times I asked for different, no matter how much a couple friends counteracted it.

I just got more and more tired of it and I tried writing stuff through it, and that's where a good bit of the burnout happened along with not getting stuff on the OC weekends I did for a long time which really shot my motivation to continue that stuff and burned me out hard on writing in general where I used to write short stories for multiple prompts a day.

So if I'm ever to come back to writing for this blog again, I'm going to say here and in a future post again stating that I will not be doing any more harem or guest OC content.

It's seriously done a lot to my mental health and will to write, drained so much of my energy, and it took a lot to realize the two main points of this post. And all this burnout has led me to the point of not feeling like reading fanfics I loved anymore, or reading anything anyone has posted here anymore, and led me to just try to focus on my own things. It's not a guarantee I'll ever start trying to write stuff for this account anymore because I may just want to focus on doing stuff for my fantasy setting.

I just wanted to get all this out there finally after realizing it all.

[otakusheep15]

Obey Me Flufftober Day 8

Prompt: Beach

Pairing: Diavolo x reader (gender neutral)

Word count: 666

A/n: Guys, I suck at writing Diavolo so bad, but I'm doing it for the simps. I always love feedback, but I'd especially love some on this fic, as I would like to get better at writing him.

Diavolo had never been to a real beach. Sure, he had the fake beach with the artificial sun, but he has yet to visit a legitimate beach. You simply could not accept this fact, so you decided to make it your personal mission to take him to the beach. Of course, Diavolo was immediately on board with this plan. Barbatos and Lucifer not so much.

Convincing them to let Diavolo go to the beach was like trying to convince your parents to let you sleep over with your friend. Sure, there was a possibility that they would say yes, but you had to really put on a show for them first.

Naturally, this led to both you and Diavolo in front of Lucifer and Barbatos, on your knees, begging for them to let him go with you to a human world beach. You had come up with a long list of reasons as to why he should go, ranging from actually helpful to just downright bizarre. Diavolo, having much experience in this field, backs you up and makes sure to add in his own points as well. For being the future king of the Devildom, he does not hold much power over Barbatos or Lucifer.

Finally, out of sheer pity you assume, they agree to let him go, with some conditions naturally. This was to be a one day excursion, and you could not leave the beach at all. If there is an emergency, you are to call one of them immediately. If you get into trouble or leave the beach to go somewhere else, the both of you will be in big trouble.

To be honest, neither of of you paid attention to their rules. The second they agreed, you and Diavolo had gone off into your own little world, beginning to plan out your trip. Despite their clear exasperation, Lucifer and Barbatos looked on with fondness, happy that the two of you were having fun, even at their expense.

When the time comes to actually go to the beach, Diavolo is practically vibrating. Seeing him with this much joy is so heartwarming, and you're glad you could do this for him. The second you arrive, he is running away, and you have to really push yourself to catch up to him. He's like a child in a candy store, and it's adorable.

The beach you chose is pretty similar to his artificial beach, but it's obviously not the same. For one, there are many people, most of whom are currently staring at the grown man running wildly across the beach. Diavolo either does not notice or does not care, most likely both. He continues running around without a care in the world, and you're so tempted to join him.

Instead, you set up camp by a couple of pre-placed chairs. Lucifer made you pack every essential item you could think of. At the time, it seemed a bit excessive, but now you were thankful for it. He packed you sunscreen, towels, hats, sunglasses, snacks, water, and some books for entertainment. Barbatos went through a similar process with Diavolo.

As you look up, you se Diavolo splashing around in the water. He notices you staring, and he turns to make eye-contact. When he does, he runs over to you. He compliments you on having set up your little section of the beach. Then, he asks if you'd like to join him in the ocean, to which you happily agree.

The day seems to speed by in an instant, and it feels like you just started enjoying yourself when you realize you have to go home. Neither of you wanted to leave , but the thought of facing the combined wrath of barbatos and Lucifer had you rushing through a portal. By the exhausted slouch of his body and the bright smile on his face, you can tell Diavolo had the time of his life, and you knew you'd have to do this with him again soon.

[frownyalfred]

Hi, Res! Glad you're back! I love your writing (and your posting in general) and missed it. I hope everything good for you and your family!

I was wondering how you come up with fic ideas? That are so natural and realistic yet never came into my mind, like "let the light in" or "end of line" or "come morning light" or–

And also also!!! How you're able to write while you post (like post the first chapter and not have the rest completely planned) and not lose yourself on the plot/details?

Sorry if that's annoying in any way! I I just love love love your writing and I look up to you a lot!

Thanks 🥰🥰🥰

Hi! Not annoying at all, I appreciate you asking. For those fics, they kind of just came to me in slice of life moments? Maybe I can explain below a little better:

let the light in - this came to me while I was thinking about shoulder injuries (my parents both had rotator cuff injuries and PT afterward) and how it must feel very vulnerable for the human members of the League. Especially Ollie who would never want to appear weak because of his stubborn pride. Bruce as a foil/complement made sense as soon as I tried thinking it out. I knew I wanted to write a scene where Bruce inevitably confronts/witnesses Ollie's weakness, and the dialogue kind of spun out from there.

end of line - this fic bloomed into existence because I was pondering what would happen if you full-force punched Clark in the face. If you punch a normal person you can break bones, so what happens when you clock Superman? Again, this was another fic where the dialogue just kind of led the story forward. I knew I wanted it to be outsider!POV for added angst, and swiftly realized I could add in Bruce as Clark's "fixer" for even more hilarity.

come morning light - this one came from me pondering Clark's anxiety at his own near-immortality. I was trying to come up with the best scene to showcase that fear/anxiety, and the morning of his wedding made sense. It also allowed Bruce's careful adjustments and reassurance to shine through in contrast. I also wanted to challenge myself to write something with them both that was purely platonic, which I think I somewhat achieved (mixed reviews LOL).

so I guess a lot of these fics tend to come from "what if" moments, usually prompted by irl events.

As for being able to post a WIP and not know where the story is going, that might be because I am a "feel" writer. I don't think that's a good thing but I digress. I "feel" like I know where the story is going, but I don't know exactly what will happen between point A and point B until I'm writing dialogue. Usually it leads me to the right place, so I know if I post the first chapter without a solid plan for the next 3-4, I can still "feel" I'm on the right path.

Diving in to update is probably the easiest and hardest part of this method. I find that if I re-read the entire fic, my brain generally knows where it wants to go next and the story just naturally continues as I write. However, with borderline that meant I was rereading a 60k fic every few days and definitely wasn't efficient. Plotting the final act of stories generally requires me to abandon this method and reach out to my lovely beta, who is a mensch.

I'm not sure if that was very helpful, but that's kind of an overview of how my brain works while writing. It might not work for you, and that's okay! Try out some different methods and just keep writing! Do it as often as you can, even if it's stupid or never shared or only a few snippets here and there.

<3

[melishade]

amazing chapter!!! Firstly enjoy the bit with Primus giving there weapon and them freaking out, I’m glad that Primus help them made peace, wish there was a bit with Lara. Love how Primus is still keep the level of disdain with Eren, also thank you!! With the trio’s discussion, like damn Eren is his worst enemy. Glad that Mikasa and armin came to terms and stopped defending him, also f*ck, he loved her but want freedom more (imagine what happened if they know what he did to his mother😬)

I’d figure that founder yimr and Mikasa will be in the touched. And armin discussion with Primus jeez the brass on this kid. Interesting that Primus showed armin the other and original timeline. ( I figured he would have a mental breakdown on predetermined fate)

liked pieck’s moment, the emotional goodbye. Returning to the living world the burning of the scarf was good. Finally the segment with Optimus and Megatron short but gut wrenching. Ratchet and bulk only saw prime scream in frustration but this… nah. Over all this chapter gave what wanted and what I did think I want 😁

Firstly, thank you so much for the praise. Secondly, let's go in depth.

I do wish that I could have talked more about Lara, re-introduce other characters and have more emotional reunions, but it just would have derailed the whole chapter and it would have taken so much longer. I can't bring everyone back. I did figure Hanji asking Primus to

I'll probably have Primus talking to other people in prompts asks or a mini anthology. I'm not sure yet. We'll see what happens.

And yes, Primus still hates Eren's guts because Primus gave Eren and option and Eren chose genocide. He's not going to forgive that. Despite the fact that he refers to Unicron as brother and feels lament over their degraded relationship, Primus acknowledged he was committing genocide and took action. There's no exception with Eren. And yes, Eren is a slave to freedom and it ends up destroying him and the relationships that he had!

But in regards to Eren taking out his own mom in the manga and anime, it just felt like both a plot hole and one final twist that Isayama was trying to make and we only had one hint towards Eren's interference, but that could easily be chalked up to Dina's titan being an abnormal. Carla's death is strictly happenstance in AOP.

Mikasa and Ymir's connection in AOT was...weird. Because many of us were led to believe that Ymir was waiting for Eren to release her from the power of the titans, but it turned out she was waiting for Mikasa to release her because she saw how Mikasa was able to let go of Eren, allowing Ymir to let go of Fritz because she was in love with him and served him because she loved him. The analysis and criticism has already been done, but it definitely felt rushed and out of nowhere for me. I do have Ymir look at Mikasa letting Eren go, implying Ymir's feelings towards Fritz, but just didn't outright say it.

And Armin and Primus' conversation, oh boy! That's a can of worms there! The conversation was going to go very differently, but as I was writing this chapter, I got creative and I thought that Armin, dealing with both Optimus and Megatron, and the loss of Eren, while also learning that Primus had a hand in the Rumbling happening, deserved to know what Primus saw. There were also a lot of people in the comments calling out Primus and calling him hypocritical for letting genocide happen. So I have to explain that things are not that simple. Primus doesn't want to impose control and take away freewill to obtain peace. Even if he did do that, he would only be able to affect the Eldian people, not everyone else. He can't change the minds of the Marleyans. Additionally, altering the fabric of time puts the whole universe at risk and he can't do that. If Primus had the opportunity to make the Peaceful Timeline a reality, he would do it in a heartbeat. Also additionally, Primus showed Armin glimpses of these alternate timelines, not the whole thing.

But the reason why Armin didn't break when shown alternate timelines was simply how he reacted in the anime. When Eren told Armin the truth, Armin was understandably angry at Eren, and as he wept, he still clung onto the idea of hope. That hope does exist and it could be used to change the heart and minds of the people into creating a peaceful world. And the fact that Primus with his all seeing power still can't find another solution to the madness he claims he wants to stop? What does that make him? Also, Armin has been dealing with Megatron's bullshit for four years along with immense amounts of trauma. He's not about to buckle to god when he's been through hell.

Also, Pieck deserved an explanation for everything Primus unintentionally put her through. And Primus of course has to make a grand gesture when ending the power of the titans. And in regards to the end, if you haven't seen this ask telling you to listen to the song while reading the ending, I recommend that you do.

[illusivesoul]

Hello, hello! I have a prompt for you! Since I know you like rarepairs, how about Leliana/Wynne and "quiet hallways"?

Hi, friend. Took me a bit but I finally finished it. Thank you for the lovely prompt. Always happy to write about one of my fav rarepairs :)

I went a bit overboard so the whole thing goes pass the word limit tumblr has for asks, so the complete story is here on AO3.

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It was a busy day at the Grand Cathedral. Truth be told, the days when there weren't crowds coming in and out of the building made by Emperor Drakon upon the founding of the orlesian empire were rare and far between. Some came for bureaucratic manners, some came to pray, some came to curry favours with the Chantry, and others came to find peace. The large building still served its purpose as a center of the faith when it wasn't being a pillar of the orlesian Game. It also meant that Leliana could not let her guard down. She stepped around the room, memorizing the list of those who were scheduled to meet the Divine today. Everyone had been vetted, her agents were being her eyes, ears and hands throughout the building as usual, a couple of nobles with questionable loyalties had already been marked to get a close security escort once they arrived, to dissuade them of any possible bright ideas they might get. “A pleasant visit” Leliana said to herself as her eyes drifted to a particular name on the list, the last ones appointed to see Justinia that day, and by her calculations, they would be arriving shortly. 3 short knocks on the wooden door moments after proved her right. "The mages from Ferelden's Circle are here, sister Leliana" the messenger said, his words still marked by the rush in which he had arrived. "Thank you, Kelaros" Leliana answered "Please inform the Knight Commander that I'll greet him shortly" The elven messenger nodded and quickly stepped back out of the room. Leliana stood from her chair and looked in the mirror, straightening out the folds in her white and red robe, and putting on a small amount of perfume that she applied on the back of her neck, smiling into the mirrour as she did.

"Leliana" "Cassandra" the redhead replied, a hint of a smile set on her face as she saw the Seeker towering over several nobles as she escorted them from the chamber where the Divine was, the nobles hurrying their steps to put as much distance as possible between them and the warriour. Shortly after, a familiar sight from her time in Ferelden greeted Leliana. "Knight Commander Greagoir. It is good to see you once more" "You too, Sister Leliana. I had heard that you had started working directly for the Divine" the man replied. His hair had gotten even grayer, and the dark bags under his eyes made it evident that the lyrium was taking its remorseless toll on him "Glad to see both our fortunes have improved since those dark days at the Circle during the Blight" "Indeed. I hope your travel here was uneventful" "It was, and I certainly hope it's the last time I come here. I'm no longer at an age to spend so much time on the road. And the damn road from Jader seems to get worse every year" "Let's not take more of your time than it's needed then. Please" Leliana answered as she motioned towards the large open door that led to the large chamber where the Sunburst Throne and Divine Justininia awaited. Gregoir nodded and moved forward. "Sister Leliana, it is good to see you" "You too, First Enchanter Irving" Leliana said as they both respectfully made a half bow to each other. As the enchanter passed her by, only years of bard training at finessing and hiding her emotions helped her contain the warmth that bubbled within her as she saw who arrived next. "Enchanter Wynne. A pleasure to see you" Leliana said as she grabbed the mage's hand, placing a soft kiss on top of it. "You too, my dear. It's been some time. I have missed you… your stories, I mean. You were always such a great storyteller" Wynne answered, giving a few quick nervous glances around them. Leliana knew it wasn't out of shame, but out of fear of what insidious eyes or ears in these halls could do if they learned too much. The Game was played in the Grand Cathedral just as much as it was in any noble party. "I have greatly missed you too. I hope your travel here was a pleasant one" "Yes, crossing the Frostbacks and moving on horseback from Jader all the way to Val Royeaux it's always such a pleasant experience. My back is already thanking me for providing it with such a good time" The sarcasm in Wynne's voice drew a giggle from Leliana that made the older mage smiled warmly in return "We'll have to make sure that your time here compensates the difficulties of your travel" "I know, Greagoir. I am coming" the mage said, making the templar's words die in his mouth just as he was about to utter them, making him turn around and walk back into the chamber with a frustrated sigh. Leliana gave Wynne a quick blink that held promises of more as she motioned Wynne to walk ahead, the sister following closely behind. "You smell nice" Wynne said, smiling. "Thank you. A mage acquaintance of mine really likes this parfume" They both smiled as the doors to the chamber closed.

"Thank you for your time, Most Holy" Irving said, his coarse voice struggling to make itself heard "I am sure the Knight Commander will take your recommendations to heart" The mage turned and smiled as he looked at Gregoir, who returned the smile and spoke with all the finesse of someone who has never been trained or had any need to hide precisely what he was feeling "Yes, First Enchanter. The Divine's recommendations are very appreciated" the templar said, his metal gauntlets creaking as he tightened his fists. "I am glad we were able to address your concerns. The delegations from the Circles of Nevarra and Rivain will arrive tomorrow and we can continue addressing the topic in more depth. Leliana, can you please show our Fereldan guests to their accommodations?" "Of course, Most Holy" "Thank you for your time, Most Holy" the templar and the 2 mages said after a respectful bow and began stepping out of the room.  As Leliana was about to follow, Justinia quietly called out to her, making the woman step beside her as Justinia whispered into her ear. "I've closed the third hall of the First Tower for renovations. You told me your friend Wynne may enjoy the view from there, yes?" Justinia gave Leliana a knowing smile, and Leliana returned it "Thank you, Justinia"

[the-west-meadow]

Can you write "I’m trying to say that I’m glad you’re here." from your prompt list? ☺️

Kendall Roy x Reader

prompt: I'm trying to say that I'm glad you're here.

It was the day after Kendall’s birthday party and you hadn’t heard from him all morning. The last time you had seen him, he was completely wasted, getting ready to perform on stage in front of his guests. The sight of him so out of control was too painful to bear, so you had quietly slipped out without any goodbyes. 

Now there was radio silence from Kendall. You didn’t know what he was thinking; was he angry at you for leaving early? There was no way to tell. So you got dressed, headed down the street towards the nearest coffeeshop, where you bought two black coffees then took a cab to Kendall’s townhouse.

It was a long time before anyone came to the door. When he finally did, it was like watching a vampire face the sunlight for the first time. He looked awful. Dark bags under his eyes, hair disheveled, wearing just a t-shirt and shorts. 

“Shit. Did I call you?” he said. 

“Nope. Just bringing coffee to the birthday boy.”

“Did you want to come in?”

“Is there anything in there I shouldn’t see?”

“No, no. I’m all alone.”

He led you inside, taking a seat on the big sectional sofa in the living room. The curtains were drawn, the TV on mute with footage showing the outside of his party venue the night before. He quickly turned it off. 

“That was the biggest shitshow of my life.”

You slid the coffee towards him. He took a grateful sip. 

“Sorry I couldn’t stay,” you said. 

“I’m actually glad you didn’t.”

You raised your eyebrows.

“Sorry. Fuck. That came out wrong. I mean I’m glad you didn’t get to see me embarrass myself any further.”

“It’s okay. It was a good time while it lasted.”

He cupped the coffee in his hands, gazing off.

“I wish the whole night had gone differently," he said. "I feel like a fucking joke. Nobody takes me seriously.”

“That sounds like your dad talking.”

“I’ve had his voice in my head my entire life. I can’t get it out.”

He massaged his temples with the tips of his fingers, closing his eyes.

“Then you show up here with coffee. And it’s the last thing I fucking deserve after how I acted last night.” 

“I can go if you’d rather be alone…”

His eyes opened suddenly. It almost frightened you how sad and pleading they looked.

“That’s not what I meant. I’m trying to say I’m glad you’re here. I’m just a fucking asshole and all my words come out wrong when I’m hungover.”

He took a deep breath then looked straight at you.

“I’m glad you’re here because you’re the only person who has bothered to reach out to me since last night. I’m all over the fucking news, Twitter, whatever. And yet not one person has sent me so much as a text to see how I’m doing. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t expect them to. But the very fact that you’re here is just…”

He shook his head, averting his eyes.

“I feel like I don’t fucking deserve it.”

“Kendall.”

He looked up at you again, eyes questioning.

“I wish I had been with you last night," you said. "I shouldn’t have left. I didn’t want to see you like that. It hurts. But it hurts even more to know you came back here alone.”

You choked up, throat suddenly tight. Kendall reached for you automatically. 

“No, no, no. Come here.”

He took your wrist gently, pulling you around to his side of the sofa. 

“It’s not your job to take care of me while I’m being a drunk asshole.”

“Is it bad that I kind of want to?”

For the first time he smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling slightly. 

“No. That’s amazing, actually.”

“Let me make you breakfast.”

“I can see you’re not going to take no for an answer. At least let me make some toast.”

“Deal.”

You started to get up, but he gently grabbed your hand again.

“Hey,” he said. He looked like he was about to say something else, but instead he wrapped his arms around you. He hugged you with the desperation of a child who hadn’t been held in a very long time. You squeezed him back, his warm body in your arms, his voice murmuring in your ear:

“Thank you.”

[simpsforwomen]

hello helloooo, i may send this request to other authors (only my favorites tho)

could you do a wednesday addams x gn! reader where the reader can stop time but anyone who is touching them will not be frozen? so like the reader is just like "hey wednesday,(or whatever nickname they have for her) come with me for a sec" and it obviously takes a bit of begging but then they go outside in the rain or snow and the reader just grabs wednesdays hand and puts the other hand up and stops time so the snow or rain just sits there in mid air. could probably make this super fluffy

-C<3

✧ reply: Hewo! Thank you for your request. I'm honored to be one of the authors you're sending this to. I hope I'm understanding the prompt correctly and that this piece is close to what you asked for <3

❦ 𝗣𝗼𝘄𝗱𝗲𝗿

✧ warnings: n/a

✧ pairing(s): Wednesday Addams x gn!reader

✧ summary: (request)

✧ word count: 534

✧ a/n: this my first attempt writing something fluffy. i feel so bad for making you wait this long. i'm also working on a fluffy larissa fic so stay tuned hehe. please let me know if you notice any grammatical errors or if you have any comments/feedback. enjoy!

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You and Wednesday have been dating for a few months now and even though she knew of your powers, you never really showed them to her.

It was a wonderful winter morning when you looked outside at the falling mixture of rain and snow, suddenly coming up with an idea. You headed over to your girlfriend's dorm and knocked gently. A few moments later, you were met with a familiar deadpan stare.

"Cara mia." Wednesday greeted you while moving to the side, 'welcoming' you in.

"Good morning, ma chérie." You smiled, stepping inside.

Looking around, you notice that Enid was most likely sleeping over at Yoko's and you had interrupted your girlfriend's writing time. As you sat on her bed, she immediately went back to her desk to be in front of her typewriter.

"So..." You started. "I was thinking, we could take a walk together in the snow."

"Not right now. We can in exactly 34 minutes and 22 seconds." Wednesday answered as she continued to type without hesitation.

"But-" You were cut off before you could say another word.

"(Y/N), we can later." She stated softer than you expected.

"Pleaseee? I'm afraid it'll be too rainy later and- and the rain will wash away all the fluffy snowww." You pouted, walking over to sit on the ground next to her. "Pleaseee?" You begged, gently tugging on her sweater.

Wednesday had a soft spot for you, so of course, she agreed.

"Fine." The sound of typing suddenly stopped when she finally turned to face you.

Standing up, she walked towards the door with you following not too far behind. And in just a few minutes, the two of you were already outside—holding hands.

"Don't let go okay?" You asked and she nodded, having an idea of what you were going to do next.

Taking a deep breath, you focused on your powers and lifted your free hand. All of a sudden, everything around you froze. Everything except Wednesday.

Admiring the frozen snow, she reached out to touch it with her finger. You watched as she looked at it in awe.

"I'm very impressed, (Y/N)" Wednesday turned to you, her eyes wide.

You knew that was her way of showing excitement so you smiled back.

"I'm glad you like it. I've been practicing. You stated proudly.

Leaning closer to you, she gave you a gentle kiss as you held her face with your delicate fingers. It was short and sweet.

You looked into her softened eyes, her dark—dark eyes, losing yourself in them. "You look gorgeous, mon amour..."

She almost let the corners of her lips curl up to that but she tugged at your hand instead. "Come, I want to show you a favorite spot of mine."

Following her, she led you to sit under a snowy willow tree. Laying in her lap, she caressed your hair while whispering words of affection.

"Aren't you glad you stopped writing to be with me?" You asked softly, looking up at her.

Wednesday leaned down to give you a kiss, one that was longer than you expected—not that you were complaining. "I wouldn't miss being with you for the world, querida."

[v3nusxsky]

Hello!! I loved pretty pet so I'm coming back w an opposite req this time! R is stressed out and needs to let go of some control for a while and leo is happy to provide that for them, w a lot of soft domming and praising and r who is eager to please and just being a sweet sub for lesso? Omg and mistress kink too, r usually likes to test leo but because she's that stressed out and leo is being gentle but firm (emphasis on firm bc it melts my brain like the dom giving commands but with sweet pet names) and making their brain go fuzzy so they're ever so pliant for their mistress and leo finds it adorable EIEIWOEOEJSISI

There she is |NSFW

*Authors note~ i absolutely love this idea and I’m glad you liked pretty pet <3 I couldn't help but run to write it for you*

Trigger warning~ sub r/dom lesso mistress kink strap overstimulation oral fingering praise soft domme some degrading

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

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Teaching truly never got any easier despite the years of experience you got. The students seem to be impossible this week, anything that could've gone wrong did. The school had one simple rule, one it appeared that everyone seemed to struggle with this week. "You can't kill anyone till after graduation" didn't seem to be in their minds, teens filled with hormones and powers, what a wonderful combination. In fact, two of your students had a brush with death this week. The paperwork that caused was truly horrific.

Leonora knew her girlfriend was stressed, be that by her usual tales or the fact she'd hardly seen you. All she knew is you were stressed and she missed you. Feelings that she hadn't long accepted bubbling up within her, she loved you and now you weren't with her it hurt. You payed her a visit to hand the stacks of paperwork over for her final approval, only then did she truly understand just how much the week had been wearing on you. "Doll? You look exhausted love" she murmured bring a hand to cup your cheek and the pad of her thumb stroking the dark circles that lay underneath your eyes. "Mhm" you hummed not quite able to form a coherent response. "Do you need mistress to take care of you doll? Make that pretty head of yours all fuzzy and free?" She purred holding your gaze and watching the flash of pure need in your eyes as you nodded eagerly. That was exactly what you needed, but too scared to ask for.

She gently took your hand and led you to your shared chambers, where she laid sat you on the bed and cupped your chin to make you look at her, "mistress wants to take care of you doll, but I won't tolerate misbehaviour, can you be my good girl? Give mistress the control doll" she whispered before pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. With the best puppy eyes you could muster you whimpered "I'm yours mistress take care of me please."

Oh and your Leo would do just that. Normally she had quite the brat on her hands but tonight she had best doll she could have. You followed every instruction she gave and you didn't complain once. Although she hadn't touched you yet, you remained patient and quiet. As soon as she had you both stripped she made sure to shower your skin with kisses and words of praise and love. Tonight was about reminding you just how cared for you were.

Fingers trailed up your side causing you to shiver in anticipation. "So good for me doll. You'd do anything mistress asked hmm? You are my good girl tonight" she whispered before settling to press kisses, nip and suck at the soft ivory skin of your thighs. You bit your lip trying to remain good, you hadn't been given the go ahead to make any noise yet. Leonora noticed the effort and took pity on you, "good girl doll but mistress wants to hear those pretty sounds. All for me aren't they?" She punctuated the last half with kisses leading to your core. "All yours Mistress" you whimpered squirming ever so slightly until her mouth made contact with your cunt.

"Doll look at how wet you are" she murmured watching as you craned your neck to see, "good girl love how about mistress makes you feel good now? You're so beautiful like this doll. Don't cum until I allow it." You nodded eagerly feeling her work her skilled mouth between your thighs, the pleasure building within you as you finally let go of some of your stress. "Mistress close i please" you whimpered but she pulled away from you chin soaked in your wetness. You remained silent, internally crying from having your pleasure taken away from you. And you were right on the edge too. But her praise made it all worth it. "Look at you doll. You're so needy and yet your still my good dove" she murmured coming to kiss you and allowing you to taste yourself on her tongue.

If wasn't long before lesso had strapped up and slowly sunk her length into your drenched pussy. "That's it baby, take it all doll. Good girl" she whispered before her lips made home on your neck. She let you adjust for a little while, simply enjoying marking up your pretty neck before you pleaded with her for more. Only then did she start to move at a maddening slow pace. Ever the good submissive you didn't complain or beg or whine, you simply let yourself enjoy what she was giving you.

Leonora edged you a few times with her strap until she knew you'd be ready to let that pretty head of yours go all fuzzy. "Beg to cum doll. You can do that for me? So pretty when your begging for mistress" was all it took for you to start whimpering and mewling words that sort of formed a sentence, "mistress please I good you please." Only then did she take pity on you and slip her hand between your sweat soaked bodies and rubbed slow but firm circles on your aching bundle of nerves. You came with a cry of her name as she fucked you through your orgasm. Only when you looked up at her through half lidded eyes, looking absolutely fucked dumb did she take the strap off and threw it somewhere, to deal with later, before coming to gather you in her arms. "You did so good for me doll. Such a good girl for me. Leo is here love, can you drink some water for me?" She hummed out holding some bottled water to your lips that she always had by the bed for these moments. You hummed in acknowledgment sipping the water before whining and pushing it away. You snuggled into the older woman surrendering to sleep when you heard her whisper, "sleep doll. You did so well for me, Leo hads you. You’re safe"

Word count ~ 1174

[intercoursefluids]

Hi! I love, love, love, your work! Holy shit! You gotta be the only one that I know of that does Adribat related stuff without being a Adrien Salter. Jesus, I could literally kiss right now if I could. But I had saw that you had this sleeping schedule, so I understand if you don't get this right away.

But I was wondering if I could get a Tim x Adrien story? With a side of childhood friends to lovers? Like Tim and Adri met at one of the Drakes Parties when they were younger? But also I want a side of relationship reveal, but with Class Field Trip to Gotham City salt. Also, also Tim and Adrien already know each other identities. BAMF bottom Adrien(not enough of those)

Basically all of Lila's lying, Tim x Adrien's relationship, is revealed at one of the Wayne Gala's. Could the only person that knows of the relationship be Chloe? I live for Adrien and Chloe sibling dynamic.

Thanks and please get a proper rest! I don't want you overworking yourself.

Hi, I'm glad that you enjoy my writing but I need to let you know, before you read this, that I *hate* this prompt.

There is nothing actually wrong with it, I just could not get it to work for me, this is the best I could come up with and I do not like how it came out but I refuse to leave you hanging so...

*Throws fic to you and hopes for the best*

If someone else wants to take a crack at this be my guest

Adrien sighed, slinking away from the group of his classmates and friends to go hide near the snack table.

Lila was back at it, complaining and bragging about any and everything, and she wouldn’t stop touching him!

It was so! Annoying!

Sure he was used to it but that didn’t make it any better, especially when it was her.

If Marinette or Kagami had been there they would have separated them (Kagami) or caused a distraction so he could slip away (Marinette), but no, neither of them were there because Kagami was a thief and stole his friend to introduce her to her family in Japan, ensuring that she wouldn’t be here during the schools ‘educational’ end of year trip to Gotham.

Add on to the fact that Chloe was running late and couldn’t ‘bitch her way into getting Lila to leave him alone’, her words not his.

The only plus side to this trip was-

“Adrien! There you are, I’ve been looking for you everywhere! Come on, I want to introduce you to my family.”

-Seeing Tim Drake Drake-Wayne again.

Adrien smiled, hugging his friend tightly.

“Tim! I haven’t seen you in so long! I’ve missed you!”

Tim paused, tightly hugging Adrien back before pulling away with a huge smile.

“I missed you too, where’s Chloe? I thought you two went everywhere together?”

Adrien sighed, running a hand through his hair and messing it up some.

“She’s running late, something about her hair being too frizzy to be seen in public, I think.”

Tim’s smile turned soft, reaching up with one hand to try and fix Adrien’s hair as he used the other to lace their hands together.

“That sounds like her now, are you ready to finally meet the rest of my family?”

Adrien nodded his head rapidly, squeezing Tim’s hand in his own as he started to lead him away.

“Yes I am, you talk about them all the time when we email each other.”

Tim carefully led them through crowds, turning back to smile at him as they came into view.

“Remember, Damian will bite you so don’t touch him without permission and Jason and Steph’s love languages are bullying, they probably won’t be genuinely mean so don’t worry too much-”

“-Cass doesn’t like to talk much, Dick loves puns, and if we start acting out Duke will pretend he doesn’t know us even though he is the one who started the fight, I know, I know. It’ll be fine, let's go.”

Tim takes a deep breath, squeezing Adrien’s hand and shooting him a look that was probably supposed to be reassuring as opposed to the grimace it looked like.

Marching over to his family, Adrien catches the tail end of an argument over someone named Jerry (?) before Tim interrupted them.

“Guys, this is Adrien, my- friend.”

Adrien barely even notices Tim’s stumble over the word ‘friend’ before he gets pulled into a headlock with his hair being violently ruffled.

“Why do you look so stuffy, blondie? This is supposed to be a party!”

Adrien laughs as his hair is messed up, again.

A grin covers his face as Tim pulls him away from his brother with a yelp, wrapping him in his arms and holding him away from them.

“I didn’t bring him over here for you to torment him!”

The one who had been ruffling his hair, Jason if he had to guess based off the white streak in his hair, laughs, pulling Tim into a side hug and shaking him as Adrien is stolen away again.

“So, you are the friend Tim was telling me about, nice to meet you. I’m Stephanie but everyone calls me Steph.”

Adrien smiled at her, shaking her hand.

“Adrien, I don’t really have a nickname but my friends like to come up with names on the fly so feel free to do the same-”

“Adrien! There you are~ We lost you for a minute there.”

Lila's voice is like nails on a chalkboard and Adrien can’t hold back the grimace and glare that momentarily cover his face.

“Damnit. Hi Lila, I was just meeting one of my friends' family.”

Adrien forces a smile on his face, struggling not to cringe away when she comes up and tucks her hand into his elbow, digging her nails into his skin.

“Oh, hello everyone! My name is Lila, Adrien and I are friends, you could say.”

She ends her sentence with a giggle and Adrien doesn’t even bother hiding the small glare on his face this time.

“That's right. We are friends. By the way, I’m pretty sure Alya is looking for you, you should go see what she needs him?”

Adrien’s annoyance is obvious to anyone who looks at him, emphasized by how he makes sure there is no misunderstanding about his relationship with Lila.

Lila glares at him before covering it up and smiling sweetly at Tim’s family.

“Adrien’s right, I really should be getting back. Come find us when you are done here, okay Adrien?”

Adrien was barely able to force out something that sounded vaguely like an agreement out through his clenched teeth as she walked away.

Adrien shook his arm off, rubbing the sore spots from where her nails dug in before his arm was snatched back up.

Adrien looked up, staring at Tim as he gently but firmly started to roll up his sleeve, looking at the little marks left by Lila’s nails.

“Adrien… This isn’t okay.”

Tim runs his thumb over the little marks, brow furrowed as he slowly looks up to meet Adrien’s eyes.

“It’s fine, I'm used to it. People touch me all the time while I’m modeling, it’s not that big of a deal, honestly.”

Tim presses his lips into a thin line, turning to address his family as he laces their hands together.

“We’ll be back soon. If anybody asks, I was feeling sick and needed some air.”

Jason gives him a thumbs up, him and Steph glaring in the direction Lila walked off.

Leading Adrien back through the crowd they head for the stairs, going into a room resembling a study.

Tim pulls Adrien into a hug, squeezing him tightly against him.

Adrien melts into the hug, squeezing him back as Tim runs a hand up and down his back.

“Adrien, she is hurting you. I cannot let her keep doing that. I care about you far too much to just stand by while she hurts you.”

The tension in the air was thick, making Adrien shift from foot to foot as Tim stared at him, holding him down with just his gaze.

“Well, when you say it like that it sounds like you’re in love with me of something, haha…”

Adrien tries to joke, ignoring how it feels more like a dig at himself and his feelings for Tim when he doesn’t laugh with him.

Instead Tim blushes, brightly.

Looking away from Adrien and clearing his throat, a slightly panicked look taking over his face.

Adrien stops laughing, opting to stare at Tim with his mouth wide open.

“Wait, are you?!”

Tim coughs again, turning to face Adrien again.

“Well, while this isn’t how I had planned it, I was going to tell you tonight. I completely understand if you don’t want to be friends anymore or if you are uncomfortable being around me now, I’m not going to force you to stay-”

Adrien rushed forward, grabbing Tim’s hands and holding them to his chest.

“No no no, I like you too! I wasn’t going to say anything but I have feelings for you too!”

Tim’s face gets redder as he looks at anything other than Adrien.

“Good, um, that- that’s great. Do you… Want to be my boyfriend?”

Adrien smiles so hard his cheeks hurt, lacing their fingers together and nodding quickly.

“Yes, yes I want to be your boyfriend.”

Adrien lunges forward, planting a kiss on Tim’s cheek, blushing when Tim tilts his head so kisses his lips instead.

“Well, now that you are officially mine, you can tell ‘Lila’ to fuck off whenever she touches you. Better yet, I’ll do it for you.”

Tim leads him out of the room, still holding his hand.

As they reach the rest of the party, Adrien spots Tim’s family, they are looking up at the two and money is changing hands.

Adrien tugs back on Tim’s hand, causing him to pause and look towards him.

“Maybe just wait for Lila to come up to us again? I don’t really want to cause a scene right now.”

Tim sighed before agreeing, leading him back over to his family where they proceeded to spend most of the Gala.

At some point Chloe had finally joined them, from there she had immediately started embarrassing Adrien with how he and Tim had met as well as several different stories about some of his most embarrassing moments.

Chloe had moved onto thinly veiled stories from Adrien’s times as Chat Noir, causing him and Tim to share a meaningful look as Tim already knew the truth about him being a hero and vice versa.

(When Tim had made his plan to become Robin he had immediately told Adrien about it and when Adrien had first gotten his miraculous he had told Tim about it to get some advice.)

In the middle of Chloe telling everyone how he had fallen into the pool on her roof, Lila came back.

Looping her hand through Adrien’s arm already had him on edge, but when she did the same to Tim, he was pissed.

Adrien quickly removed her hands from both of them, pulling Tim to his other side as he glared at Lila.

“First of all, stop touching me, it makes me want to claw my skin off everytime you touch me. Second of all, do not to Tim. If you put your hands on him one more time I will out you as the lying, two faced snake you are.”

Adrien’s voice doesn’t rise over a harsh whisper but the message is plenty clear to everyone who heard it.

Unfortunately, Lila has always been too cocky for her own good.

“Adrien, I know you aren’t talking to me like that. All I have to do is have a little chat with your father and you will be ripped away from all of our little friends faster than you can say “Sorry”, and let's not forget what I will do to your little friends Marinette and Kagami. I can and will ruin yours and their lives if you don’t apologize to me.”

Adrien goes to reply when Tim holds him back, a loud, deep voice filling the air beside them.

“Is that so, Mademoiselle Rossi?”

Both teens turn to see Bruce Wayne standing beside them, looking absolutely pissed. Not to mention that all of Tim’s siblings have their phones out and are likely recording.

“I had planned to speak with you tonight on several matters but I suppose now is as good a time as any.”

Lila pales, eyes wide as she stares at one of the men she had been lying about the entire trip.

“My children have alerted me to the fact that you have been lying about me and my family since before you even got to Gotham, as well as several other celebrities I have already alerted.”

“I must say, I am severely disappointed to find that not only do you have a problem with lying, but you are also threatening my son’s boyfriend. Come with me, we are calling your mother.”

As Bruce walks away, Lila trailing after him, Chloe’s phone abrupts into loud, hysterical laughter, startling everyone standing too close.

It takes a second but Adrien is able to recognize the sound of Marinette’s voice with Kagami trying to get her to calm down in the background.

Adrien raises an eyebrow at her and Chloe looks back unapologetically.

“What? Mari had a right to hear Liar-la get exposed and you know it.”

Adrien sighs, hugging Tim as he tries to block out the sounds of everyone around them gossiping about what just happened.

… As well as the sounds of Marinette cackling like a mix of a supervillain and a witch emanating from Chloe’s phone.

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[undercityviktor]

Hey I'm not sure if you're taking writing requests or not but after reading your one about the lab confessions and seeing that post you made about Jayce bringing Viktor food I would like to request something based off of that prompt for sure!

Hello Anon! You’re my first Anon on this sideblog, so congratulations! Have a glass of sweetmilk on me. Thanks for reaching out!

I’m not specifically taking requests for fics, but I’m always up for inspiration if the mood strikes, and I’m really glad to hear you enjoyed the Late Night Lab Confessions story. I hope to put it on AO3 if I ever get the set-up email back from them (I have an account already, but I wanted one specifically for Arcane shenanigans). So far all I seem to have written is super fluffy jayvik stuff...

I did actually start a fic based on my earlier idea, but it ended up getting all in-depth and angsty first before I even got to the foody bit, so I’ll see what happens with it. Here’s the unedited first 1000 words or so though?

Rating: General, sfw Wordcount: 1180 Content: Viktor’s unhealthy work habits means he has a tendency to neglect his other needs. Jayce sees this, and starts to make an effort.

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It had only taken two weeks of sharing the lab with Viktor for Jayce to come to loathe the smell of instant noodles.

“You know those aren’t supposed to be eaten as, like… regular meals, Vik?” he said as Viktor coiled a wad of bland noodles around his fork and levered it into his mouth without taking his eyes off the notebook in front of him.

Viktor didn’t respond immediately, swallowing down the lump of rehydrated carbohydrates and sodium with obvious distaste.

Jayce chuckled. “Why do you eat them if you don’t like them?”

“They’re convenient,” Viktor mumbled around a final mouthful. That done, he scooted the abandoned, half-empty pot away from him over the desk with the back of his fingers and scratched something onto the page, adding to his calculations. His thick eyebrows were knotted in concentration and his shoulders had a particular hunch to them that spoke of a forthcoming all-nighter. Jayce tried not to sigh as he stumped over and picked up the remnants of Viktor’s ‘meal’ and went to drop it down the chute that led to the incinerators. Viktor didn’t even notice him remove it.

Five hours slid by after that without a word exchanged between them.

Jayce focused all his mental energy on the wiring up the prototype gauntlet, while Viktor remained bent over his calculations until Jayce stood, blinked prickling eyes, and cracked out his back and stretched his muscles with a grunt that turned into a muted roar of satisfaction at the tug and give of the stretch. When he looked back at Viktor, he found his lab partner looking at him.

“What?”

“Nothing,” Viktor said with a private little smile. “You distracted me, that’s all.”

“Sorry?” Jayce said as he crossed the room to peer over Viktor’s shoulder. “Holy shit, Vik,” he added in a reverent exhale when he saw the notebook. Almost every millimetre of the white paper bore some kind of scribble or notation, and as Jayce loomed behind him, he caught a slight but distinctive tremor in Viktor’s body. “You’re exhausted, Vik,” he said in gently. “We should call it for today. Come back fresh tomorrow.”

“Mmm,” Viktor hummed.

He tipped back just a fraction on the stool and his back came to rest against Jayce’s front. Jayce’s whole body lit up and he had to grind his jaw to stop the gasp of pleasure leaving his lips. Tentatively, he brought his big hands up to his friend and lab-partner’s shoulders and rested them there for a moment.

“You’re cold,” he said, scowling.

“Not particularly,” Viktor sighed without moving.

Beneath Jayce’s palm, he could feel the lump of the leather strap that held up Viktor’s system of relatively-new braces, but beneath that, he was sure Viktor was cold and trembling. The urge to run his fingers through Viktor’s thick, dark hair in a futile attempt at easing some of the tension in his body was almost overwhelming, but instead he let out a long, heavy sigh. “Come on. Let’s lock up.”

To his surprise, Viktor didn’t protest this time.

He simply nodded, and then began to shuffle forwards in preparation for standing. Beside him, the crutch that he had designed, and which Jayce had then made himself in the forge, leaned innocently against the desk, waiting.

Jayce stepped back to allow Viktor room to rise, but when Viktor got halfway up and let out a muffled yelp, Jayce darted back. “Vik?”

“Cramp,” Viktor grunted, clutching the desk with bird-like hands, shaking all over.

He cursed something in his mother tongue and pushed his reluctant body the last few degrees to upright, fumbling for the crutch that rested a few inches beyond his reach. Silently, Jayce slid it into his waiting fingers, and tried not to hover. Viktor never asked for help, but that didn’t mean Jayce wasn’t ready to give it in a heartbeat if Viktor needed him.

Except, Viktor didn’t seem to need him.

He didn’t seem to need anybody.

Jayce’s heart beat wildly in his throat as they walked to the doors and Viktor locked up behind them with trembling hands.

“You got plans for dinner?” Jayce asked with an affected casualness he hoped Viktor didn’t sense.

Viktor shook his head. “Not particularly. I’ll see what’s in the cupboards,” he smiled.

“Why don’t you come back to mine?” Jayce suggested, trying to rein in his desperately rearing hope. “I’ve got a huge bucket of my mum’s curry to finish — she packed me off with it yesterday after I went to see her, and there’s way more than I can manage.” After a heartbeat he added, “It won’t keep.”

Viktor paused noticeably, and the only sounds that filled the silence that stretched between them were the click-shuffle of Viktor’s cane and foot on the smooth floor of the corridor. “Alright,” he said with a little shy smile. “If you’re sure you’ve got enough.”

“Trust me, when my mum cooks, she cooks enough to feed a small army. I think you’ll love it.”

And to his surprise, Viktor did.

He even wiped his plate with the remnants of the soft flatbread Jayce had dug out from a cupboard and flung onto the table at the last minute, and when he sat back, there was colour in his cheeks again and a light in his eyes that had definitely not been there when he’d sat down at Jayce’s small garret kitchen table.

“Thank you, Jayce,” Viktor said, consonants soft and voice low. “It has been a long time since I made the time to enjoy a meal like that.”

Brilliant, effervescent joy filled Jayce’s chest and he beamed openly at Viktor. “We should do it more often,” he said, standing. If he sat still any longer, he thought he might burst. Viktor made to start clearing his plate too, but Jayce scowled. “No, you sit. I’ll get the plates.”

“But you cooked,” Viktor protested.

“I reheated it on the stove, Vik. It’s fine. You’re my guest tonight.”

The familiar yet incomprehensible mutterings of Viktor’s mother tongue followed Jayce as he set the plates in the sink and returned immediately. He could wash up after Viktor had gone.

“You want to sit somewhere more comfortable?” he asked, eyeing the sofa across the open plan room, but he could see Viktor’s response forming even as he asked it.

His friend shook his head, his lovely thick hair flopping across his forehead for a moment, and he smiled again. “No. I should get back. Thank you though. I… I enjoyed this.”

Jayce plastered a smile onto his face and nodded, though he couldn’t help the disappointment that lapped around the edges of his satisfaction.

It was a start, he mused as he watched Viktor’s departure down the corridor from his apartment in the eaves of a university hall.

At the end of the corridor, Viktor halted and looked back over his shoulder. A shy, bashful smile adorned his tired face, and Jayce grinned, waving.

It was a start.

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