#WE HAVE OUR FIRST DOUBLE DRABBLE FAIL PEOPLE

[kiwiana-writes]

Bookstore AU, enemies to lovers, number 11 on the prompt!

Two bookstore AUs in a row, fucking delicious dot gif

bookstore!au + enemies to lovers + “i know that it’s the thought that counts but this doesn’t even look like you thought about it.”

There are a number of good reasons Alex has to hate his coworker, okay? Like, he has a list.

1. He's always recommending romance novels to people when they ask. And Alex isn't a snob, okay? He can appreciate the appeal of a good romance, even if his kind of love story is more Shakespearean. But… branch out! 2. All the customers flirt with him. All of them. And sure, Henry doesn't generally flirt back, but still. He's there to do a job, not get laid. 3. He once told Alex he's 6'0", even though Alex is 5'9" and Henry has at least four inches on him. Alex doesn't like a liar. 4. He was rude as fuck to Alex on his first day and has never once apologised.

So when he draws Henry's name for their workplace secret santa, he first considers wrapping a box of chocolates and calling it a day. But then he thinks that's probably what Henry would want, and fuck that. Alex is going to win this thing.

"I know that it's the thought that counts," Henry says doubtfully when Alex hands him a hastily wrapped box, "but this doesn't even look like you thought about it."

"Just shut up and open it, Fox."

Henry does so, a small smirk on his lips that slowly fades as he peels away the wrapping paper to reveal a Jane Austen-themed tea set: two teas, one inspired by Pride and Prejudice and the other by Sense and Sensibility; an embroidered handkerchief; honey sticks; a candle; and a tea infuser. Henry stares at it for so long the silence actually gets awkward.

"I mean, you're always banging on about Jane Austen, so…"

"Right." Henry nods, places the gift down on the table, and then pulls Alex into a kiss.

[au + trope + prompt game]

[lurkingshan]

✨2023: A Summary✨

Post your most popular and/or favourite edit/gifset/analysis for each month (it’s okay to skip months!)

Tagged by @dribs-and-drabbles, thanks dribs! It's kind of fun to go back and see what I was on about at various points this year.

January

This blog was a mere bebe this time last year and I hadn't started posting anything substantial yet, so nothing of note here.

February

most popular — Making fun of Hira in Utsukushii Kare 2 (affectionately)

favorite — Praising Moonlight Chicken's character writing

March

most popular — The Glory does revenge right

favorite — Whining about people using the friends to lovers label wrong

April

most popular — Celebrating Queen Ae Ri from The Eighth Sense

favourite(s) — Making sure people understand Ji Hyun is a drama dork, helping to kick off the most batshit week of discourse in T8S fandom, and of course the first (of many) appreciation posts for Porsche's sweater

May

most popular — On Step By Step removing a scene critiquing BGP because of fan outcry

favorite(s) — 10 Things I Love About WDYEY and 10 Things I Love About Khun Chai (please watch them if you haven't yet people!)

June

most popular — Having a ball with King the Land

favorite(s) — Breaking down Pat's effect on Phupha in Our Skyy 2, the complexity of family trauma in Our Dining Table, and Jeng's reaction to his failed confession in Step by Step (ugh remember when this show was good). And of course this was the month that the La Plue meta round up was born.

July

most popular — Bitching about romance discourse (it was about King the Land at the time but it's quite widely applicable lol)

favourite(s) — Hysterical praise for La Pluie's conflict writing, kudos for Be My Favorite's character work for Kawi, breaking down where Step By Step went wrong

August

most popular — Ah the good times when we were still so amped about Only Friends

favorite(s) — Every moment of the My Ride rewatch, great moments in subtitlery from Laws of Attraction, and praise for Sing My Crush

September

most popular — That one time I actually liked a Mew thing in Only Friends

favorite(s) — Trying to get y'all to watch Love in Translation, comparing Someday or One Day and A Time Called You, clarifying the differences between Boston and Brian Kinney

October

most popular — Boston and Nick my beloveds (it would be shocking if they didn't make this list they are responsible for many of my most popular posts)

favorite(s) — A couple I Feel You Linger in the Air breakdowns: why the romance works despite being underwritten, and Fong Kaew's excellent character arc

November

most popular — Goofing on the unseriousness of Kiseki: Dear to Me

favorite(s) — Breaking down how the writing choices in Only Friends sent toxic messages and final thoughts on the IFYL finale

December

most popular — Japanese BL starter pack

favorite(s) — Simping over Mohk simping over Day in Last Twilight, yelling about Cherry Magic Thailand, kicking off bl superlatives 2023

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In addition to all the people dribs tagged that I am double tagging because I want to see your answers (@wen-kexing-apologist @grapejuicegay @btwinlines @twig-tea @rocketturtle4 @waitmyturtles @telomeke and @respectthepetty) I am adding some other folks I know wrote/created a lot this year because I'm curious what stuck with you most: @bengiyo, @ranchthoughts, @jemmo, @chickenstrangers, @chicademartinica, @slayerkitty, @my-rose-tinted-glasses, @colourme-feral, @blmpff, @liyazaki, @wanderlust-in-my-soul, @troubled-mind, @benkaaoi.

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September Created Works Round-Up: 4 New Works by Our Contributors

Duck Prints Press’s monthly “created works round-ups” are our opportunity to spotlight some of the amazing work that people working with us have done that ISN’T linked to their work with Duck Prints Press. We include fanworks, outside publications, and anything else that creators feel like sharing with y’all. Inclusion is voluntary and includes anything that they decided “hey, I want to put this on the created work’s round-up!”

Check out what they’ve shared with us this month…

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Untitled Artwork by Zel Howland / @deathbycoldopen

art || original work || no ships || teen & up || no major warnings apply || complete

TUMBLR

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spark eater, spark eater, you've met your match by Cedar McCafferty-Svec / @diroxy

fiction || idw transformers (2005) || m/m || brainstorm/perceptor || explicit || graphic depictions of violence, major character death || 16,167 || complete

summary: They couldn’t save everyone. The medical team and scientists from “Team Rodimus” failed, and their crew stayed Spark Eaters. Brainstorm, angry and bereft, decides that enough is enough, and he’s going to fix it. He’s going to do it right this time.

Brainstorm isn’t going to lose Perceptor like this.

other tags: temporary major character death, Happy Ending, graphic depictions of gore, Sticky Sexual Interfacing (Transformers), Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Slow Burn, Time Travel, Case Fic Esque, spark eaters, Blood, time loops, Exhaustion, Love You'd Go to the End of the Universe For, Brainstorm Will Not Let Perceptor Die Like This, Brainstorm Gets to be a BAMF for 1 (one) Moment in Time, Canon Typical Violence

TUMBLR - AO3

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etched into skin by Shadaras / @shadaras

fiction || the untamed || m/m || jin guangyao/nie huaisang || explicit || creator choses not to use warnings || 2,700 || complete

summary: This is not the first time Nie Huaisang has spread Jin Guangyao out on his bed.

other tags: Trans Man Jin Guangyao, Nonbinary Trans Man Nie Huaisang, Bondage, Knifeplay, Dom/sub, Fisting, Face-Sitting

AO3

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Spider Lily by Shadaras / @shadaras

fiction || the untamed || f/m || nie huaisang/jiang yanli || teen & up || creator choses not to use warnings || 1,000 || complete

summary: Nie Huaisang marries Jiang Yanli's ghost. It changes nothing. (It changes everything.)

other tags: Double Drabble Sequence, Ghost Marriage, Angst, Revenge, Canon-Typical Death

AO3

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[bailey-reaper]

How about a drabble of Barok serving as Klint's judicial assistant in his younger years, before he officially studies law to become a prosecutor? I like the idea of him becoming interested in and familiar with law from his brother. "Judicial Assistant van Zieks" has a certain ring to it.

Work Experience

Notes:

Oh that's a lovely idea, anon! I'd imagine that by the time he's promoted to 'Director of Prosecutions', Klint would most likely have been a very senior barrister known as a Q.C. ('Queen's Counsel'); they're also known colloquially as 'silks' because they 'take silk' (i.e. acquire a robe made of silk) upon attaining this lofty rank.

When a barrister becomes a silk/QC, they often only handle the most difficult (and expensive) work, but they will usually have a junior barrister assisting them (i.e. doing all the work, though I doubt Klint would conduct himself like that).

I can very much imagine Klint taking Barok as his junior and allowing himself to be 'led' by the latter. The term 'leading' basically means the barrister in charge of conducting the case where there's more than one involved.

Content Warnings: legal gubbins (that's the technical term btw... it's not); I take liberties with all things van Zieks, as usual...

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Klint's office was the very best place to study as far as Barok was concerned - the vast table in the centre of the room allowed him to spread his books out while the peaceful calm was greatly conducive to reflective reading. It was as good as, if not superior to, going to the university library. "Barok!" Klint said as he entered his room and shrugged out of his formal scarlet jacket, tossing it haphazardly on a coat rack, "What a pleasant surprise-- drink?" "Good afternoon brother," he looked up and nodded in greeting, "Mm, yes please. How was court?" "Fairly standard stuff," Klint sighed as he took two glasses and poured a measure of whiskey into each. Truth be told it was yet more of the depressing hypocrisy that grew ever-apparent to him day by day, but there was no need to sour a visit from his brother with such things. He set the glass down beside Barok and held up his own in a toasting gesture. Their glasses chimed melodically before both took a sip. Barok coughed a little, still unaccustomed to way whiskey punched the back of his throat when he swallowed it, "I imagine you were splendid, as always." "Oh?" Klint chuckled, his brother truly did worship him. Then, while he leaned against his desk, an idea came to him, "Hmmm! That's a thought..." "Huh?" "How about you take on a little work experience by my side, hm? I'm sure it would be fun to have you as my junior counsel for a while." "What? Really?" Barok looked simultaneously shocked and delighted, "I'd very much like to learn at your side, brother, I imagine there is much you could teach me about court etiquette and procedure!" "Then it's settled! I'll write to your professor and tell him you're to undertake a period of practical study beside me. After all, you're planning to become a prosecutor are you not?" he knew full well his brother intended to follow in his footsteps, which was incredibly flattering-- though he did have his reservations about what such a career might do to his darling brother's character. The younger nodded, "I should very much like to become a prosecutor." "Very good," he set his glass down and sat at his desk, taking a sheet of paper and his quill in hand, "We'll have that letter sent out today!" ──────≪⊰✥⊱≫─────── Barok had been to court many, many times but mostly to observe by way of the public gallery when safe to do so, or from a corner of the courtroom once he started being targeted due to Klint's ever-growing renown as the 'bane of criminals'. This, however, was on an entirely different scale: today he would be assisting with the proceedings -- a participant rather than a spectator. "You look nervous," Klint remarked as he stood beside his younger brother. "What... what do you mean?" "Your eyes," he said, chuckling behind his fist, "They're darting all over the place like a furtive rabbit's" "....O.. Oh..." he took a deep breath and shook his head, "I... didn't sleep much last night, my mind seemed to want to go over the case details again and again." "Mmmm, I had forgotten how it felt to be quite that nervous in court... still, it's good you feel that unsettled sense in the pit of your stomach. One should never be blasé about standing in this sombre hall of justice. It should always create a sense of disquiet, that is how you know you yet hold the essence of what it means to be an officer of the court," Klint took a glass and a decanter from under the bench and filled it with a small measure, "But, here, it doesn't hurt to settle your nerves." "Is that... whiskey?!" Barok uttered. "Yes, go on, for your nerves, little brother." He took a sip as directed, and choked again; still not used to that fiery punch in his throat, "T...thank you." Suddenly there were three loud knocks at the door followed by the court clerk's booming voice: "All persons who have anything to do before my Lords - the Queen's Justices - at the Central Criminal Court, draw near and give your attendance. God Save the Queen!" the clerk bowed to the judge then took a seat in the corner so as to record a transcript of the proceedings.

The Judge sat down, "In the name of her Majesty, Queen Victoria, I declare this court to be in session. God Save the Queen," the middle-aged man, whose hair was starting to fail him, though it was hidden under his white wig, cast his gaze over the persons in attendance, "Lord van Zieks, I see the prosecution has a junior member today." "Correct, my lord," Klint replied with a smile, "This is my younger brother, Barok, he desires to become a prosecutor, so I thought it only proper for him to accompany me on a few excursions so as to get a feel for the thing." "Quite right and very good," the Judge nodded, "I bid you welcome, young man, I hope you will learn much from your older brother, he is a skilled prosecutor and an invaluable asset to this court." "Y... Yes sir!" Barok said, standing straight to attention. Klint chuckled before placing a hand over his heart and bowing, "Thank you, my Lord, you honour me." "Now, Counsel, your opening statement, if you please." "With pleasure, my Lord..." ──────≪⊰✥⊱≫─────── Barok dutifully passed evidence and case notes to his brother as the case progressed, while also taking notes of things that struck him as important in terms of procedure, witness testimony and the general way in which matters progressed. He also made a few notes on Klint's control of the courtroom and general demeanour; the way he eloquently developed his arguments and appealed to the Jury with a seemingly effortless, poetic grace. It was a true masterclass in courtroom conduct and he longed to commit every second of it to his memory so that he might mimic his brother's style in the future. "I already told ya!" snapped the witness in the box, "I ain't never had nothin' to do with the gobshite!" Klint sighed while removing a handsome goblet, fashioned from silver and crystal, from under the bench and filling it with a measure of whiskey, "I'm going to overlook your use of a double negative, no doubt you'd have no sense of what that actually means, and presume that you're trying to deny all knowledge of the accused." "Double wot?" "Never mind all that, " Klint took a sip, startling Barok-- was his brother drinking in court?! The Judge didn't seem remotely bothered by it, in fact no one said a word. Did he do this often?? His brother continued, "You say you don't know that man in the dock." "That's right!" "Are you sure about that?" "W-Wot?! Why'd you keep askin' me that?! If you got somethin' to say about it then say it!" the witness looked flustered and vaguely guilty to Barok's untrained eye. "I'll do better than that," Klint said, setting his goblet down, "I'll show that you're lying to me, to this court and these fine men and women of the jury." "... U..urk..." the witness bit their bottom lip, "Yer lyin'! There ain't no proof to be had!" "I don't play games of bluff, good sir. Like any lawyer worth his salt: when I assert, I go on to prove what I'm saying," he held up a document, "Do you know what this is?" ".... Looks like a bit'o paper..." "It's a contract, signed between you and the accused. A... 'gentlemans' agreement of goods and for services rendered –– you, sir, would receive the stolen property from the accused and his associates, then sell it on for them via your Pawnbrokery!" "W-Whaaaaat?!" the witness recoiled, "W...Where'd you get that?!" "It was well hidden, I'll give you that," Klint replied with a smile, "But not well enough to escape my notice. You're as involved in this intricate criminal fencing enterprise as the accused!" The court descended into a shocked furor... ──────≪⊰✥⊱≫─────── "I think this is a good place to adjourn proceedings for today," the Judge observed after the breakdown of the witness, "Bailiff, have that man arrested and handed over to the Yard so he can answer questions about his involvement in this sordid affair!" The bailiff did as ordered and apprehended the witness.

"Thank you to both Counsel's, and our young junior, for their assistance today. We shall continue again first thing on Monday. Court is adjourned!" the Judge rose, nodding to the courtroom once before leaving.

Klint turned to his little brother and grinned, "Well? How was your first real day in court, brother?" "It... it was amazing!" Barok replied, eyes practically twinkling, "I was so awed by your performance! You truly are an exceptional legal mind and practitioner, brother!" He laughed, "Stop it... you'll make me blush!" "It's true! Though, I must say... I had no idea one could drink in court or kick the prosecutor's bench... those were most flamboyant and striking displays!" "Most people can't," Klint conceded, "But, well, it seems I have a flair for the dramatic. It must run in the blood... Our lord father was a similarly passionate man when it came to matters of court –– even when he occupied the bench as a Law Lord. Many a lawyer would refer to him as 'Good Lord Kicking' behind his back!" he laughed at the thought. "Wow... really?!" "Yes, really!"

[stillebesat]

Catch Me (If You Can) -Part 1

December Drabbles Day 17 Sanders Shorts: Remy  Sanders Sides: Logan  Blurb: Remy would not allow himself to be seen as needy and helpless in front of the general masses. He had an image to uphold. One of perfect health, snarky comebacks, and general sassiness. He didn’t get sick. Fic Type: Sick!Fic, Guardian!AU Overall Fic Warnings: Sickness, Fainting, Mentions of Religion Taglist in reblog. 

He tried to push open a pull door. That’s how Remy knew he was in trouble. 

“Gurl. Seriously?” He rasped, wincing at how his voice sounded like he’d been stranded in the Sahara Desert for twelve years. 

That wasn’t good. 

He needed to sound perfect. Perfectly uncaringly carefree that is. No one needed him sick. No siree. No. Remy would not allow himself to be seen as needy and helpless in front of the general masses. He had an image to uphold. One of perfect health, snarky comebacks, and general sassiness. He didn’t get sick.

The fact that the words ‘PULL’ were dancing right in front of his bloodshot eyes and he’d still tried to push open the freaking door was beside the point. 

Remy swallowed in a failed attempt to soothe the fire burning his throat to a crisp as he drew up his flagging energy to pull open said door. Pushing would have been so much easier. Taken less energy. Energy Remy was barely managing to keep above empty at the moment. No, if the cool glass door had only allowed him to let his weight fall against it in order to gain access into the local cafe that the interwebs claimed had a cure-all chicken based chili that could fix any illness within the hour, they both would have been much better off.  

Hopefully this was more of a fifteen minute cure. Remy would be spending the last of his money on this soup. He didn’t have an hour to feel better. Not after being laid up in his closet sized bedroom for the past two days with nothing but water in his apartment. He had places to be, a midterm exam to nail and a delightful after party to attend.

Adjusting his sunglasses, Remy walked-he did not stagger!-inside and paused to take in the place as the first nauseating wift of eggs and bacon hit his nose.

Quaint. 

That was the first word that came to his spinning mind. A quaint little cafe that practically screamed fifties country diner. Warm. Inviting. Probably run by a white-haired grandmother who adopted all the college kids as her precious grandchildren and piled their plates high with food to ensure that they got a ‘proper meal.’ 

At least that’s what he thought normal grandmothers did. His old hag had lived off of bread and butter for so long Remy doubted the creature masquerading as his granny knew other food existed. She certainly hadn’t when he’d been forced to stay weekends there as a kid. 

Focus.

Remy tugged at the collar of his jacket, already feeling sweat running down his back and prickling on his forehead. Too Warm. Grandma needed to turn on the AC. 

Focus.

There were far more of his peers hanging out here than he’d expected, doubling vision to be ignored, and he did not want to make a fool of himself by throwing up two steps inside the building. 

Remy took a shallow breath to avoid smelling more eggs. This soup better be heaven sent, because if it smelt anything like whatever was currently cooking...he doubted he would be able to keep it down.

“--lp you?” 

Remy blinked, lowering his sunglasses as he turned to the singular cadentic voice that cut through the buzzing in his head and promptly forgot that his lungs worked. 

If the soup wasn’t angelic, the help certainly was. 

Tall, lithe, with sharp sapphire eyes accentuated perfectly by a pair of glasses. The man standing at the counter was like the handsome stranger one meets in a romcom. That or one of those cherubic angels -minus the tropey golden locks- he’d been forced to stare at whenever the old hag had dragged him to church.

Remy pushed his shades back up, hiding his bloodshot eyes. What sort of deal with God had this Grandma made to have such a dark haired handsome glass of yesness working for her?

The man raised a singular perfect eyebrow. “Can I help you?” He repeated in that same melodious voice.

Remy nodded, not yet trusting himself to speak without sounding like a harpy in the face of such a wonderful tone. 

Focus.

First approach. 

Sticking his hands in his jacket pockets, Remy sauntered -he did not sway not at all, he was in perfect control of his balance thank you- up to the counter and leaned against it, offering his most dazzling smile to the man. 

Moment of truth.

“Hey, honeycakes.” He said keeping his tone low to prevent the rasp in his voice from being heard. “Where’s your Halo? Cus you, my dear, are quite the Angel.” 

Nailed it.

The man pursed his lips in a thin line, his head moving in the slightest of shakes. “Unfortunately, we’re out of honey cakes, sir.” He said, tilting his head to the display of desserts in the glass next to him. “But our triple death by chocolate cake will send you,” his hands moved to form air quotations -who did that anymore?- “over the edge.” 

Ooo was that a threat or an invitation? Remy flashed another smile, tugging at the collar of his jacket. So warm in here. “So long as you’re there to catch me, Honeybee. I’ll gladly leap over any edge for you.”

The man adjusted his black rimmed glasses, moving to the register. “So you want the cake then? That’ll be $3.58. For here or to go?” 

Seriously? Remy gaped before clicking his tongue in exasperation and straightened, only to grab the counter to keep himself from falling backwards as his legs nearly buckled. 

Focus Darlin. Get in. Get out. Get healthy. Flirt later. 

“Actually.” He flinched as his voice grated in his ears. He swallowed, again lowering his tone to hide the soreness of his throat as he rested his elbows on the counter. “I came for your ah--”  He flicked his eyes up to the menu overhead, briefly lowering his shades to squint at the wiggling letters. “Chicken Chili a la Cluck.” 

A spark of recognition flashed in the Angel’s eyes. “Ah, you are under the weather?”

“Wha--NO!” Shoot. Was it that obvious? “No, ma’am!” His voice cracked as Remy jerked his hand up in the scout salute. “On my honor it's for a….” He trailed off. Well that was a pretty pickle. How the blazes could he lie if he was promising on his honor? 

The man crossed his arms the faintest of smiles appearing on his lips. “Let me guess? A friend?” 

Was that excuse used a lot then? He shrugged, shivering as a chill ran down his back. Geez, Grandma had cranked the AC up a little too high now. The place was going to freeze over any second. “I just wanted a taste of home-made soup is all.” He managed, rubbing his arms. “To go.” 

Handsome remained silent, seemingly staring straight into his soul, bright blue eyes analyzing him like a hawk about to swoop down upon a rabbit.

Geez. He was no rabbit! Remy fixed a smile on his face, ignoring how his gums ached. Don’t show weakness. Not in front of his peers. He was fine. He totally didn’t feel like his knees were going to buckle at any second. Not at all. He could hold it together for a few minutes longer.

Abruptly the man nodded, releasing Remy from his analyzing stare as he pushed his glasses up so that the glare of the lights overhead on the lenses hid his eyes.

A pity. He could stare into those glorious eyes all day long.

“Of course, Total is $4.78 for the half size.”

Perfect. He only had a five anyways. “Ah, Sugarbee, truly you are an angel to provide me with such an affordable price for homemade goodness.” He purred, shifting slightly to fish out his limp wallet from his back pocket. This soup better be divine. If he kept up this conversation much longer his throat truly would catch fire. 

The man raised an eyebrow, holding out his hand. “I am not the one to thank for deciding prices, sir.” 

Sure sure. Grandma was the one who did, sweet soul that she was, making things affordable for all her poor adopted college children. 

“I’m sure if such an angelic being such as yourself set the prices then they would be even more heavenly.” Remy swallowed wishing the soup already was in his grasp as he finally pulled out the crumpled bill, fingers betraying him by trembling. “Even so, you can keep the--” 

The Angel’s cool fingers brushed his own, feeling like a breath of fresh air on a hot summer’s day. Remy’s breath caught in his throat, hazy mind short-circuiting at the unexpected touch. How he wanted to take those hands and-- GET A GRIP REMY! “--change.” He choked out, dropping his hand to the counter before he did something even more stupid than pushing on the pull door. 

Smooth. Real smooth. Geez Gurl. Keep it together! 

But that didn’t stop his fingers from tingling, nor from the room suddenly feeling like a sauna. What had happened to the arctic temperatures freezing him two minutes ago? 

The man huffed, slipping the five into the till. “Your soup will be out momentarily, sir.” He said, dropping the coins into the nearby tip jar with an all too loud clink. “If you could step aside so I could help the next customer in line?” 

Remy glanced behind him, lowering his glasses. Internally he cursed as he took in the gaggle of people he could barely focus on. Shoot. When had they come in?! He usually was more aware of that sort of thing. 

“Relax, Specs.” Said the guy right behind him, wearing a simple red shirt that showed off nicely toned arms.

Specs? What an ugly nickname. The Angel behind him was far more than his glasses.

 “I don’t mind the wait.” Red flashed a smile to Remy. “It’s not everyday I get to witness someone flirting with you.” 

Really? He had to have misheard that. “Who wouldn’t flirt with him?” Remy asked, casually straightening slowly enough that his vision wouldn’t tunnel. “Honeybee here is absolutely…” He gestured to give himself a chance to swallow back the agony rising in his throat. “Divine.” 

Red’s grass green eyes sparked with humor as he looked beyond Remy. “So I keep telling him.” 

“You tell me yes, and we both know you’re prone to drastic exaggeration.” His Angel stated, barely twitching as the chef rang the bell, placing a to-go bowl within range for ‘Specs’ to reach if he would simply turn around and grab Remy’s food. “Now are you going to order or are you just here to antagonize me at work again?” He asked. 

“Mmmm. Gurl. No. No.” Remy shook his head, whirling to fully face his cadentic Angel and promptly regretted it, placing a hand on the counter as his knees almost buckled. Hold on. Hold on. He was fine. “Ah--” He forced a smile to his face, fighting to see through his darkening shades, to look into those wondrous eyes. “Red here---no---doesn’t lie. You are an….an….ange--” The words suddenly felt heavy on his tongue as the diner tilted, the pressure of the cool marble top fading from his fingers as he fell backwards. 

“HEY!”

A band of ice wrapped around his wrist, jerking Remy upwards. His eyes fluttered open enough to see his Angel lunging over the counter, one hand holding his, the other clenching onto his jacket, saving his head from hitting the tile floor.

Well how about that? 

“You…caught me.” He whispered in stunned disbelief as his Angel’s bright blue eyes seemed to fill his entire world before everything went black.

To Be Continued Part 2

[theinkquiry]

old  masterlist (marvel, star wars, HP)

a collection of my old writing for the Star Wars, Marvel, and Harry Potter fandoms. contains mostly reader inserts.

Marvel

Multiship/No Ship

Avengers Halloween Headcanons

Time Will Tell

Christmas at the Tower

Bucky Barnes

Popular Masterlist **COMPLETED**

New Rules

The Debate

Leap of Faith

What He Left Behind

Peter Parker

Spooky Scary

Not Quite Avengers

Intergalactic Teenage Space Romance | Sequel

Smol Spider-man Drabble 1

Steve Rogers

Wishes for Cap

Thor

Two Asgardians Ram Into a Spaceship

Dr. Strange

I Need A Hero

Drabbles

“Please don’t walk out of that door.” (Tony X Reader)

“Don’t lie to me.“ and “It’s not that easy.“ and “I fell in love with you, not them.”(Peter Parker X Reader)

“You’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?“ and “Excuse me?” (Tony X Reader)

“Step away from the cookies.” (Bucky X Reader)

“If I hear one more Mariah Carey song I will riot.“ and “My house, my rules. The Christmas music stays on.” (Steve X Reader)

“Oi! That’s my hot chocolate!“ and "I don’t care about tradition, you try and get me to kiss you under the mistletoe and I will punch you.” (Steve X Reader)

“I don’t care what you say, The Nightmare Before Christmas works for Christmas and Halloween!” (Peter Parker X Reader)

Marvel as Vines

"Can I Please Get a Waffle?” (Peter-centric, Implied Steve X Tony)

Star Wars

Poe Dameron

Graceless (Royalty!AU)

Situational Irony

Rey

Desert Calling

Harry Potter

Harry Potter

Pick On Me

The Case With Class

First Move

Realism

In-scent-ive

Ultimatum

Who I Really Am

Where’s Harry?

Forget Yourself

Draco Malfoy

Angles Series: A New Angle | The Assumed Angle | A Hidden Angle

Backup Series: Backup | Up Front

Puppies!

Do Witches Dream of Magic Sheep?

Impressed?

When Half the School is Failing

Yes Means No

A Very Potter-Weasley-Malfoy Christmas

Kindness and Promises

Cheers to Nightmares

Spectaculars

Blinded By Love

Friends in the Now

Future Coincidences

Dozing Days

Roses and Bluebells

A Lovely Swim

A Deal Made

Ah, Young Love!

Light and Dark Inside

Silence Is All It Takes

Status Quo

Enlightenment

Once Before

What Goes Around (Draco X Hermione)

Let It Out

These Games

His Better Judgement

Lions VS Snakes

Remember Me

Smile!

What He Doesn’t Know Pt 2

Funny Story

Mean to You

Party Tricks

Snowed In

Make Like A Muggle

Just Kiss Her

Fred Weasley

At Dawn

If I Like It Then I’ll Put a Ring on It

Like At First Sight

Thinking Aloud

Our Dreams

In A Flash

Summers in Sparklers

Good Out of Bad

Outside Aid

Double Victory

Galas and Gallant Boys

The Crack of Thunder

Bursts

No Sick Days

Your Business Man

Eye of the Hurricane

George Weasley

The Good Snow Days

Stampedes and Stars

Shouting From Stages

Forgetting Love

We Have Potions

Short and Sour

That Much, I Can Say

Apple of the Eye

Twists

Holidays at Home

Simplicity of Jokes

Present Pandemonium

Missing

Interesting People

Mistletoe Managed

Meddling

Fred and George

A Little Smile

Swept On Your Feet

Big, Stupid, Things

Ron Weasley

…Come Again?

I’m Not the Cute One

Completely Mad

Thing of the Past

The Winner’s Prize

None Shall Fail on Christmas

Waltzing Wizards

Eek! A Spider!

Checkmate

Blaise Zabini

To Ask or Not to Ask Isn’t the Question

Oliver Wood

False Wrongs Make a Right

From Bad to Better

Not In Love

Trip Down Lovers’ Lane

Misconceptions

Keeping Time

So We Meet Again

Oh Captain My Co-Captain

Nerds

Being in love with a Slytherin (Headcanon)

“I won’t let you.”

Neville Longbottom

Flustered Feelings

Gossip Material

From Afar

Thinking the Impossible

Just the Two

Under Lock & Key

To Be Here With You

Dean Thomas

Details

Cedric Diggory

Baby, It’s Really Cold Outside

Lee Jordan

Foiled

Sirius Black

Insulted

Someday

Sneak Attack

Intentionally

Wasted

Out of Fashion

Dinner and a Wedding (Featuring Jily)

Right At Home

Here, Always

It’s Just a Prank

Remus Lupin

Don’t Help

The Wolf

Healing Wounds

The Dare

When the Moon Rises

Tea Time

The Best Prank (Halloween Special)

Halloween Pranks with Remus (Headcanon)

Holding On

James Potter

In Between Fire

Shake It

Cocoa Fixes Everything

Regulus Black

Meet Me in the Moonlight

Ginny Weasley

Trapped Under

Hermione Granger

Alone Together

Platonic

A Day in the Life

All The Single Ladies

Home at Last

Assistance

Each Summer

Name Calling

[taerseok]

hi | 01 | survival bts!

♡ synopsis:. when 7 immature players gather together to play one of the most famous games the world has seen to-date; Minecraft, and a stranger joins their survival world out of nowhere, there really is nothing that could go wrong, right? Right?

♡ pairing:. ot7 × reader

♡ word count:. 1.2k

♡ genres / rating:. crack, fluff, non-idol!au, reverse harem / pg-15

♡ trigger warnings:. ot7 are a bunch of kids pretending to be professional, sexual jokes (mainly from jimin) here and there, chaos ensues, none of them know how to play minecraft except for JK, ot7 disrespect eachother a lot, homies being homies, taehyung is obsessed with yeontan in this one but i mean i can't blame him

⚠️ masterpost ⚠️

♡ author notes:

▪ @bangtan-dreamland asked; "YO WADDUP IT'S ME AGAIN >:) since you're still part of the game >:) gib ot7 + vodka please >:) you know you want to do it >:)"

well. here you go T^T i made a whole lil series because of you- happy?

▪ thank youu to @mindays for the banner and dividers TwT (still cannot get over how pretty they are arGh)

part of @bangtan-dreamland's drabble game. request here~

Generating world…

[Don't kill dolphins, you monster!]

World loaded!

Steve joined the game

Steve joined the game

Steve joined the game

Steve joined the game

Steve joined the game

Steve joined the game

Steve joined the game

"OMG we're twins," one Steve exclaims. "Is it really twins if there's seven of you and you're playing a game?" 

"Of course- we all have the same brain, we're twins-"

"That's not how it works!" another one speaks up. "Leave the game and change the usernames." 

"And what if I want to stay as Steve-"

"I said leave the game and change your usernames!"

Steve left the game

Steve left the game

Steve left the game

Steve left the game

Steve left the game

"You leave first," he says stubbornly. "No, you."

"No, you!"

"I said- you!"

Steve left the game

"Finally."

Steve left the game

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Generating world…

[Ocelots show creepers who's boss!]

World loaded!

GoldenJK joined the game

Eatjin joined the game

Baby_mochi joined the game

Namjesus joined the game

MinSuga joined the game

Goodboy95 joined the game

Hopesbalenciaga joined the game

It was the plains where they spawned. In the distance, the seven players could see a forest of oak and birch wood. They'd need that wood very soon. 

"So how do you move?" asks Namjoon. "W, A, S, D to move, space to jump, press 'control' to sprint, 'shift' to crouch-"

"You can crouch?" Jimin interrupts Jungkook. Guessing by the way he was holding down shift at the moment, he couldn't be more surprised at the discovery. "Yeah, you can crouch," Jungkook mentally rolls his eyes. "Anyway-"

"Can you eat this dirt?" Jimin interrupts again. "What?" 

"Can you eat dirt?"

He was looking at the ground below him as he spoke. Did he even know how to break the block? "Why would you eat dirt?" the maknae frowns. "Once I ate dirt when I was at the playground..." Jimin reminiscences. "Ooooh!" Taehyung jumps around from excitement, almost falling down into a nearby hole- which, guessing by the depth, was a cave, Jungkook noted. "How did it taste?"

"It was very good!"

"Right," Yoongi mutters, letting out an exasperated sigh. "It's daytime right now, we should probably start with-"

"Ooooh a sheep!"

"Jimin, will you stop interrupting me for once!?"

"Sorry," he crouches back down, facing the ground. "Alright," Jungkook takes a deep breath before starting again. "All of you have never played this game before, yes?" six heads shake left to right in response. "We need to collect wood first. Mobs spawn at night and they can kill you so we should gear up as soon as possible too."

"Do we need food?"

"We do need food. Can you work on killing the sheeps, Jin-hyung?"

"With my hand?"

Jungkook sighs. "Yes, with your hand. Get wool too. We'll need it for beds."

"I'm on it!" With that, Seokjin could be seen walking away towards the nearby herd of sheeps, his pace irregular. There came a moment he was sprinting, and then another when he was jumping as he walked. Which escalated- or rather, slowed down into crouching and jumping. Jungkook could only watch.

"Namjoon-hyung, can you please go help Jin-hyung?"

And with that, there were two people on the sheep-killing job. The maknae could only hope that they'd be able to sleep tonight. The first nights were always the-

"Can you sleep in one bed with someone else?" Jimin asks. "You can have a double bed, you can't sleep in a single bed with another-"

"What's the fun in that?"

Jungkook tried to feign ignorance. "You're on the tree-cutting team with Hobi-hyung."

"Why are we cutting poor trees?" Hoseok speaks up. "Can't we just leave them be?" 

"If you want to get killed by the mobs, yeah, sure!" Jungkook says hotly. "I'm going to dig a hole and live in dirt," Jimin remarks, "that way, no trees will be-"

"Can I get a dog?" Taehyung was the one to interrupt this time. "You need bones for that." 

"Yeontan will not eat bones, he's too cute to eat bones-"

"You need bones to tame a wolf, Hyung. That's how it works."

"I'm abandoning my plans and helping Jiminie with the dirt hole then." It was at this moment, Jungkook could just barely suppress his anger- which he soon failed at, too. "You'll die if you dig a hole! You need torches so it isn't dark down there so mobs don't spawn and torches are made with sticks so you have to cut-!"

"I'll go cut the trees." Jungkook turned to Yoongi. "Really?" to his surprise, Yoongi nodded. "But who knows how long Yoongi will take to cut trees? What if he falls asleep trying to cut them!?" Hoseok exclaims, and turning to the 95ers, Jungkook notes that they had already begun digging down. So they did know how to break blocks.

"I'm not that irresponsible," Yoongi mumbles. "I'll help with the wood then," Hoseok huffed, and without another word, Jungkook was left alone. Well… this was certainly going to be an interesting day.

While the 95ers are digging a little bunker that, Jungkook muses, they'd have to live in tonight, the clearly-professional-gamer makes sure everyone is being productive. 

"Jin-hyung, you don't crouch as you jump! Stop pressing shift!" 

"Taehyung keeps hitting me instead of digging the dirt! What do I do!?"

"Hyung, stop bothering Jimin-"

"He keeps jumping in front of me, it isn't my fault!"

"Well let's dig different holes then!"

"Like I ever wanted to dig with you anyway."

Jungkook sighs. He turned to the other side, where Hoseok and Yoongi are getting wood.

"What do you do with saplings?"

"Use them to grow trees, Hoseok, what else would you do, put them in your-"

"Forget the saplings. Just cut down the trees!" The maknae frowns, exhausted already, turning back to the two players incharge of killing sheeps.

"Namjoon-hyung, stop hitting the sheep with a seed, don't you have the sword I passed over to you!?" Namjoon turns to him, the sheep he was chasing after certainly isn't becoming their dinner tonight. Neither is it contributing to crafting beds.

"I think I threw it somewhere in a hole and it looked pretty dark so I got scared."

Deep breath, Jungkook…

Deep breath…

"And the sword which Jin-hyung had?"

"Oh, that, uhm," Namjoon paused. "Well… I took it from him after I lost mine and it may have fallen in the hole too but you need not-"

"OH GOD, WHERE DID THIS PIG COME FROM!? IT'LL EAT ME-"

Jungkook had to think. And fast.

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The player, GoldenJK cautiously looks around. Torches, beds, food, a crafting table…

They were set for the first night.

"Can I sleep with one of you, I'm scared of the dark-"

"Jimin, there are torches here."

"Jungkook, there are monsters near."

He sighed, reluctantly giving in. "Fine." 

"Can someone turn off the light, I hate to sleep with lights on."

"Can I tape your mouth? I'm trying to sleep here."

"Oooooh, taping mouths now, are we? Maybe next we'll be blindfolding-"

"Yoongi-hyung, don't be mean. Hobi-hyung, go to sleep, it's a game. Jimin-hyung, please stop." 

"I mean, I'm just saying, blindfolding is pretty kinky if you ask me, not that I have ever tried it or-"

Y/N joined the game

"Wait. What?"

"Ah- did Yeontan get his paws on a computer again, such a naughty little-"

"It's not Yeontan, hyung!"

"Who could it be? How did they join our world?" Namjoon frowns. "Maybe it's a hacker?" Seokjin suggests, brows furrowing more and more by the second. "Maybe it's my secret admirer."

"Oh shut up, Jimin-"

[Y/N] : hi

"...I know he loves games but- I didn't know Yeontan could type."

[imnotwolverine]

Comic con relief

Henry Cavill drabble

Disclaimer: bit of strong language

Author’s note: For all my fellow dorky cosplayers who can’t go to events right now - I feel you. In this drabble you are stuck in an elevator with some of your nerdy friends and ..ehh..one very cute Mr. Cavill? 

Tagsquad: @tumblnewby @magdelen69

(Link to my Masterlist)

Henry. Was. Tired. He blinked as the elevator doors slid open and 4 Nazgûl strolled in, their hoods hiding the people beneath, animated chatter echoing through the small cell as soon as the elevator doors closed again. They didn’t even seem to notice him through their hoods, their bodies turning away from him as one of them peered at the buttons, face hovering mere inches from the buttons, before hesitantly selecting one - they probably could see very little through the gauze of their hoods. Henry stifled a sniffle as he managed to get a better look at them. They weren’t common Nazgûl, their arms clutching happily coloured pool noodles and candy-shaped floaties. Original, he had to give them that. Hehe.

Even after visiting at least a hundred comic cons, he could still savour these moments. There was nothing more enjoyable than to just be able to watch people as they were just so fully engrossed in being themselves that they didn’t even have time to throw themselves at Henry’s feet. Right now, Henry was just another regular man. A regular man standing in an elevator with the pool-ready ring-servants of the dark lord Sauron, like it was just another Wednesday.

Well.

Actually, it really was just another Wednesday.

And this situation wasn’t out of the ordinary for the Wednesdays Henry had been having.

Henry was currently on a tight scheduled press tour and today’s comic con was one of the many events he was attending to promote the new season of the Witcher. The rush of such a tour was a bit of a double edged sword. He loved to meet his fans, but he was only but a man of flesh and blood, a mere mortal. And mortals..well..they get tired.

Leaning heavily against the back of the elevator wall, he observed the Nazgûl as they pressed another one of the buttons, their voices discussing their plans for the night. From the sounds coming from their mysterious hoods, Henry recognised them to be men. Probably brits just like him. One with a deep baritone voice and two tenors. The fourth one quiet.

The elevator started to move up, the Nazgûl quick to widen their stances before it would be a sea of fallen over black robes. Henry smiled again.  

‘Ooph I can’t wait to get this off. It is the freaking Anduin river down my butt crack.’ The baritone voice chuckled.

‘Dude! Grossss. But agreed. Next time we better build in some cooling system. WEW.’ One of the tenors said.

‘Well you guys go ahead and fix that, you’re the techs in here!’ The fourth one spoke. A ..a woman? Henry looked in mild confusion, his eyes gliding down her shapeless black robes, trying to learn more about her but failing miserably. She was quite tall, but other than that there was no saying what she’d look like. It intrigued him, his eyes resting on her for a longer moment then was probably socially appropriate. He was glad they hadn’t realised yet that he was here with them.

‘Ey and we gotta take some last pictures guys. For fun!’ A tenor said, his hand already digging down his robes to pull out a smartphone. This whole scenario was getting more amusing by the second, especially because the dangerous looking gauntlets were obviously not very practical to take pictures with. Henry grinned, deciding to remain quiet.

‘You and your darn pictures. You could practically plaster your whole bedroom with the whole photo report you’ve made today.’ The other tenor sighed, his complaint falling on deaf ears as the tenor leaned into him to make a selfie, his gloves turning up into a “we will rock” sign.

‘Can you blame me though? I mean..look at us! We’re like the sexiest Ringwraiths of the waterpark!’ The tenor laughed, wobbling his head with a sass. A sassy Ringwraith, but of course.

‘Poooolll partyyy…’ The baritone whispered with an ominous tone.

‘Aren’t we just..dreadfully moist.’ The woman said, a dry humour dripping through her words.

Henry decided to step in.

‘Hey, if you want I can take some pictures of you guys?’

With comical spins on their heels, the four quickly turned around, obviously surprised by the fact there was a 5th person in this elevator. They were properly startled, the elevator quiet as the cabin zipped smoothly through the elevator shaft. Henry smiled awkwardly, shrugging.

‘Woa…’ One of the tenors finally managed, his hand quick to move up his hood and reveal the face of a chubby ginger man, his chin hidden behind a thick beard. ’No effing way…eh.. Sorry we didn’t see you there Mr. Cavill.’

The other two men also took off their hoods, looking quite flabbergasted. ‘Oh..I should not have talked about my ass crack…’ The baritone muttered.

Henry laughed, shaking his head. ‘Oh no really, it is fine. You are amongst friends. Do not contempt yourself.’ His eyes quickly slid towards the woman, but she did not take off her hood, her hood only turned so she could see him. Or well..maybe could see him. Perhaps she only saw a vague blur right now.

‘But eh..want me to take a picture of you guys?’ Henry asked again. The men quickly started to nod their heads, hands pulling back their hoods. ‘Yea man! Thanks. That’s very kind of you.’

‘No problem, no problem.’ Henry carefully took the smartphone from the evil looking gauntlet that was stretched out to him, then stepped as far back into the corner as he could. Holding the phone up close to his nose he could just manage to get you all in the picture.

‘Alright. Great! Love your costumes by the way.’

‘Thanks! Oh can we have one picture with you too? I mean, if that’s not too forward. We understand if you -’

‘Oh no please. Sure! I’d love that. Could I perhaps take one with my phone as well, for my..Instagram? Is that okay with you guys?’

‘Heck yes! Woa..’

The men were obviously enjoying how easy going Henry was, and Henry was glad they didn’t go to overboard on the fangirling department. Henry squatted down in front of the Nazgûl squad and first made a selfie with their smartphone, before taking out his smartphone and shooting some selfies with that too.

It was then the elevator came to a very sudden, shaky stop.

The group wobbled dangerously uncoordinated, gauntlets gripping shiny railings and steadying against the walls as it appeared the elevator had gotten stuck, the doors not opening like they usually would. The woman shrieked in slight panic, her body stuck between one of her friends and the corner of the small elevator cabin, her hooded face probably having stopped her from grasping a railing in time.

‘Dudee!!’ She groaned, pushing off her friend.

The friend laughed, moving away before reaching out an arm to pull her back up. ’Sorry darlin’. Looks like you should have eaten less of that buffet..’

‘Very funny.’ She invisibly rolled her eyes.

‘Hehe. Went to that big toe again I’m sure. Gotta lay low on those chocolates dear!’ One of the other men chuckled, the last of the group now peering at the buttons on the panel.

‘Oh just give it a moment.’ Henry said, touching the man’s shoulder to alert him. ‘It’s probably just a little hiccup. It happens more often than you’d like to imagine.’ He smiled.

They all sighed, Henry’s eyes turning up to look at the ceiling. He chewed on his bottom lip in silent frustration, his fingers gripping with aggravation around his phone. 

UGH…really? Could this day get any more frustrating?

He wished he could just wind down for the day. He had been up since 7 o’clock and he maybe, accidentally, accepted to join his manager to an after party event tonight. Standing here, stuck in an elevator, he realised it really was the last thing he wanted to do. He wished he could just pull on a robe just like theirs and disappear into the comfort of just being Henry for tonight. To really..relax.

‘Had a long day?’ The woman asked, tilting her head in Henry’s direction. He looked at her, her face still hooded and cloaked. Alright, she probably could see him, otherwise she hadn’t noticed his quiet sulking. Henry sighed. 

‘Yea. And no end in sight unfortunately. I halfwittedly agreed to join this after party. So perhaps the almighty gods are just sending me a sign by stopping this elevator.’ He smiled a tired smile.

‘Can’t you just..cancel?’ She asked, shrugging.

‘Perhaps. But perhaps the decision to go has already been made by this elevator.’ Henry shrugged in turn.

‘Hey! You could join us for drinks if you want. Just gonna relax in our room. Play a quick D&D campaign with some beers.’ The baritone said, his hand once more moving to remove his cap. He offered Henry a comforting smile, making Henry realise these were really rather nice people. And fun people too.

He sighed. He wished he could say yes. But he ...he promised. He wasn’t one to break promises.

‘Well I promised my manager..can’t really disappoint him. But thanks for the offer -‘

The lights flickered and everyone instantly looked up, hands moving back to the railings to steady themselves for any sudden movement of the cabin. But…nothing. Still no movement.

‘Hmm, looks like they’re trying to fix it.’ Henry said.

‘Any idea how long that usually takes?’ One asked.

The other men once more removed their hoods, faces hot and slightly annoyed, brows furrowing.

‘Could be a few minutes. Could be half an hour. I don’t know really. Just prepare for it to take a while.’

‘UGH. It’s too fucking hot.’ The woman groaned, her hand finally moving to lift her hood. Henry’s eyes instantly moved to see her, his eyes taking in the bliss of recognising soft skin and blushing cheeks as her black hood pulled away.

She was…very…pretty.

He quickly looked away from her, not wishing to seem rude, but his stare did not go unnoticed by the other men, their mouths curling in knowing smiles.

‘Well looks we might be here for a while.’ A very slender faced man with receding hairline said. One of the tenors.

Henry nodded, chewing his lip.

‘Got any tips on what to do? You said this happens more often?’ The woman asked, Henry’s eyes not hesitating a moment to look back into hers. Gods she was far too pretty to be a nerd. He scolded himself for staring at her again, his brain not managing to process the question she just asked him.

‘Earth to Henry, earth to Henry.’ She waved her gauntleted hand in front of his face and he quickly blinked, a blush brushing over his chiseled cheeks.

‘…I am..so..sorry..I just..’ He shook his head and smiled awkwardly, the knowing grins on the faces of the other men growing by the second.

‘I guess I really should take a night to unwind haha. But, to answer your question; there’s not much we can do. Just wait.’

‘Our offer still stands!’ The bearded ginger said, winking. The woman rolled her eyes, but also shrugged in agreement.  

Henry looked at the group hesitantly, before quickly checking the floor sign that was now blinking erratically. It didn’t look like he was going anywhere anytime soon. Perhaps they wouldn’t even make it out of this elevator. Could you imagine? Stuck in an elevator with 4 Nazgûl? He sure had another fun story to tell after today.

‘Thanks..’ Henry smiled.

Could he cancel his manager? Should he..join these people? They seemed fun. And another night alone in a hotel room was probably not going to do him any good either. He chewed his lip again - he did that too often, he admitted it -, his hand suddenly buzzing. Or no actually it was the phone in his hand that was buzzing. 

Like the devil.

His manager had just texted him.

“Henners. I’m afraid I can’t make it. Feeling a bit iffy and gonna hit the hay early. See you tomorrow.”

YES. 

Henry sighed in relief, the weight of the world slightly less heavy on his shoulders just now. He didn’t have to spend his night entertaining others, striking up polite conversation and try to keep his composure while a hundred fans wanted to take pictures with him. He didn’t have to pretend to be this hot shot superstar. He could..

He looked up from his phone, the group of Nazgûl already conversing again about this D&D session they just spoke about. Hmm..Should he? He never…well..maybe?

‘Hey. UH..before I say..yes..is it like..okay if I’ve never played D&D before? I mean I don’t want to..-‘

‘YES MAN! Oh and don’t worry. We’ve had plenty of virgins.’ The skinny man quickly interjected, immediately realising those choice words were…well..less convenient.

They all burst out laughing.

‘Good ol’ cherry poppin’ murder hobos, we are.’ The woman chuckled, poking the skinny man in his side. He groaned, the sound drowning in the now very loud laughter reverberating from Henry’s chest.

‘What?!’ The woman shrugged, acting playfully unabashed.

‘Nothing, nothing. I just..never..ever..heard a pretty woman say something like that..ever.’ Henry chuckled, his laughter making him cough slightly. ‘Sorry about that.’ He grinned, offering her a cheeky wink.

‘Oh..’ The woman started to blush profusely, her hand quick to pull her cap back on.

Cute, Henry thought.

’No, no, please. No need to..’ Henry stepped in closer, his hand carefully lifting the hood back from her face, her flushed cheeks appearing from beneath the pool of black. Gods she was pretty. She looked up into his eyes, her breath coming in short, pupils dilated. Ah..she…liked..him..too? It must be Henry’s lucky day…

The elevator jolted.

And suddenly Henry had her in his arms, his body pressing her back into the corner. Oh she was shapely too. His breath choked as he blinked a bit, his brain short circuiting for the longest moment as his hands safely held her against his chest, perky breasts squished against him. Ooph..okay..take a hold of yourself Henry. Don’t be an idiot now.  

One of the man stood up from his awkward half-tumble and sniffled in amusement, looking at the way Henry held on to his lady friend.

‘WELL. Looks like we found ourselves a knight errant for tonight’s campaign!’

The woman blinked, still somewhat overcome by this strange turn of events, the feeling of being wrapped in the arms of one very hot Henry Cavill, the very man not making any attempt to let her go. And then her lips curled up in a smile, her shoulders starting to shake, a heart warming laugh bursting through her full lips.

‘Just…hahahaha..wiew okay..so you know..I play a very fat old wizardess. Not really likely to be saved by any knight errants..any day.’

‘Well..maybe this Wednesday is different?’ Henry tried, finally stepping back and joining them in their laughter, his lips turning up in an amused grin.

He liked these people and thanked the elevator gods for interfering on his night.

—

And what a fun night it was. It was about 3 o’clock when he finally made it back to his hotel room, his cheeks tired from laughter, his head slightly buzzed from the beer and his heart warm, hands clenched around his phone. His most prized possession right now, because it held her number. Her friends had quickly given it to him when she had gone to the bathroom. And he felt like he was the luckiest man in the whole wide world right now.

A nerdy girl? With humour? And that attractive? Stuck with him in an elevator? He would have said no way, had you told him he’d meet a woman like her this morning. But right now, all he could say was; yes way. Sighing in happy relief, he sank down into his pillow, his heart beating with giddy joy. Today, was perhaps the start of many very good, good days.

[star-spangled-bingo]

Star Spangled Flash Bingo

Wohoo this is our first flash bingo and it will run from January 18th to April 18th - we might do another after that depending on the success of this one and how our schedules look by then. Consider this a trial for both you guys and us. 

Let’s get some questions out of the way first: 

Can I sign up for the flash bingo if I haven’t signed up for a full card?

Yes you absolutely can. Just like you can sign up for this one as well as the other. 

Can fill a square from my regular card and one with this one with the same fic?

Yes if you double the acquired wordcount. The same goes for every other media. Just double the minimum and you’re good.  

Will we receive a badge for blacking out a flash card?

You betcha

Can I sign up for more than one flash bingo card?

Afraid not. Not this first time around at least. You have to pick one and commit to it. HOWEVER if you finish long before the flash is over and contact us via ask we might be able to let you sign up for a second flash card ;)

Important Dates for Flash Bingo

Sign Ups: Starts Jan 18th and closes March 18th 2021

Last chance to post a flash fic: April 10th 2021

Last chance to post masterlist and request a badge: April 18th

All blackouts receive a badge and will join our hall of fame under flash bingo participants 2021

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[stilesssolo]

Well that’s tragic

Lol this is perhaps the crackiest thing I’ve ever written but it’s distracting me from the never ending anxiety this election is causing so WHATEVER. Also this cannot possibly be quantified as a drabble it is firmly a one shot I’M SORRY it got away from me as always. Once again insta post is available on ao3; enjoy! 

18. Well, that’s tragic. 

“You ready to go?” 

Jon looks up from his nearly-packed duffle bag just as Dany reenters the room, wet hair down her back and wrapped in a towel. “Almost,” he says, considering whether or not he can fit one more pullover in there. Although, well— does he really need it, if Dany won’t be there to steal the one he usually brings? 

“When do you leave again? An hour or so?” Jon nods, Dany rifling through her own suitcase as she looks for clothes. 

“That’s if Bran and Rickon have actually managed to pack, of course,” he says. Dany laughs, pulling a hair brush through her long waves. Robb had had the idea a few months back for them to reinstate their brother-camping-trip this summer when they all went back to Winterfell, like they used to back when they were younger and Ned would take them. Jon’s excited, but he also can’t help the feeling that the weekend can only end in disaster. 

“You sure you’re going to be alright?” Jon asks, frowning at her. “I still feel bad, leavin’ you here all alone with my aunt this weekend.” 

Dany rolls her eyes. “Please. I have Sansa and Arya and Talisa; I’ll be fine. And you know Catelyn will still be too distracted by Ben to hate me too much.” 

Jon chuckles. “Aye, that’s true, I suppose.” He exhales, surveying the bag in front of him as Dany unwraps the towel around her to change. “Okay, I think I’m good—” 

His sentence is cut off by the door banging open, Rickon standing there. “Jon, d’you have a—” he says, before his words die in his mouth, anything else he was about to say drowned out by the sound of Dany’s shocked yelp. 

Jon whirls around, suddenly realizing that his little brother is staring, slack jawed, at his naked girlfriend. 

“Rickon, what the fuck!” Jon says, his brother grabbing the door handle and yanking it closed again, leaving him and Dany alone. She’s scrambling for her towel, hastily wrapping it around herself as she blinks in confusion. 

“Hold on,” Jon mutters, making sure Dany is covered again before opening the door, following the quickly retreating footsteps of his brother. “Rickon, get back here!” 

“Help!” Rickon yelps, Jon gaining on him as he reaches the bottom of the stairs, tearing around the corner. “Robb, help me!” 

“What in seven hells is happenin’?” Robb says as Jon bursts into the kitchen after Rickon, their youngest brother cowering behind Robb as he looks up from the cooler he was packing in bewildered confusion. “Rickon, knock it off, it’s too early in the morning for this.” 

“You’re just saying that because you have an eight month old and you never sleep anymore,” Bran reasons, hauling dog food from the cupboard to the island. Robb glares at him, before his eyes turn back to their cowering brother. 

“Jon’s going to kill me!” Rickon declares. “He’s going to drag me off into the woods and leave my body for the bears!” 

“What bears, you idiot?” Bran snickers. Robb shakes his head, looking even more confused. 

“Have you ever heard of knocking?” Jon demands, eyes narrowing at Rickon. “What the fuck is wrong with you, burstin’ into people’s rooms at seven in the morning?” 

“I couldn’t find my hiking socks!” Rickon wails. “And I know you have loads from Tyrell so I wanted some! I didn’t know Dany was going to be fucking naked!” 

Understanding dawns on Robb’s face at the same time that Bran bursts into laughter, doubling over. “So, let me just make sure I understand here,” Robb says, shaking his head. “You burst into Jon’s room, to which the door was closed, and saw his girlfriend naked,” Robb says. “Is that it?” 

Rickon nods, still refusing to meet Jon’s eyes. His cheeks are still red as Sansa’s hair, gaze darting nervously around the room. 

“Well, that’s tragic,” Robb says. “It’s been nice knowin’ you, Rickon. Maybe you should use the time before Jon murders you to learn how to fuckin’ knock on a door.” 

“How was I supposed to know she’d be changing?!” Rickon yelps. 

“You would have if you’d asked before comin’ in!” Jon huffs. “What the bloody hell were you thinkin’?” 

“Hey,” Dany says, appearing behind them— mercifully, fully dressed this time, with Jon’s bag slung over her shoulder. “What’s going on?” 

“Daenerys, I’m so sorry!” Rickon says, eyes wide, cheeks growing even redder. He’s still half hidden behind Robb, running a hand through his hair agitatedly. It makes his mop of curls even messier. “I didn’t know—” 

“Mm, but you would have if you knocked,” she responds primly. Rickon gulps, but Jon can see that glimmer of light in her eyes that tells him she’s not really mad. 

“Alright, enough,” Robb says. “We have to get on the road. Rickon, go get everyone’s things in the car. Try not to catch anyone without their clothes on in the process.” 

He scrambles out of the kitchen, cheeks still burning furiously, Bran laughing as he follows behind with the dogs’ things. “Hey,” Jon murmurs, catching Dany by the waist. “Gods, I’m sorry about him. You alright?” 

“Of course,” she says, trying to fight back a smile and failing. “Honestly, I think Rickon’s the one more emotionally scarred. You should have seen his face when he realized you realized what was happening.” 

“Fuckin’ idiot,” Jon grumbles, but he leans down to kiss Dany goodbye anyways. Three days without her— is it bad he already wishes this weekend was over? 

“Have fun on your trip,” Dany whispers. “And don’t actually murder your brother.” 

“No promises,” Jon teases. “I love you.” 

“Love you too,” she says, giving him one last kiss, a squeeze of the hand, before she hands over his duffle. “See you on Tuesday.” 

The cars are mostly packed when Jon gets out to the drive, all four of the dogs circling them and barking their heads off as they finish loading the rest of their things into the car. “Alright,” Robb says, nodding. “I think we’re ready to go. Who wants to ride with who—” 

“I’m with Robb!” Rickon says, practically leaping at the opportunity. “I call Robb!” 

“Rickon,” Jon says with a roll of his eyes. “I’m not really goin’ to murder you.” 

“That’s what you say!” Rickon exclaims. “And then next thing you know the police are findin’ a body bag at the bottom of the river with my name on it!” 

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Robb grumbles. “Can we just get the dogs in the car and go?” 

The drive is uneventful, with Bran next to him— Jon listens to his brother speak about all his classes, the two of them chatting amiably the whole way up. Jon almost forgets about the incident of this morning until they’re at the campsite, and Rickon still won’t make eye contact with him. The whole time they’re setting up camp, pitching tents, Robb getting a fire going as Bran watches the dogs race around, his youngest brother turns scarlet every time he catches sight of him, running in the other direction. 

“Rickon,” Jon finally says as they all make dinner, the dogs gathered together in a pigpile as they nap, tired out from the afternoon hike they took. “Could we please just move past this? The weekend’s going to be insufferable if not.” 

“How am I supposed to forget when you’re actively plannin’ to leave me in the woods for dead?” he demands. Jon sighs, scrubbing at his face with his hand. 

“I think the real issue here,” Bran teases, “is that Rickon doesn’t want to forget what he saw, and it’s makin’ it hard to look at you in exchange.” 

“Oh, does Rickon have a crush?” Robb teases, and their youngest brother’s cheeks turn even darker red as he’s left spluttering for words. “Tell us, was that the first time you ever saw a girl naked?” 

“Fuck you, Robb, of course not!” he retorts, arms flailing wildly. “And I don’t have a crush on Jon’s girlfriend, even if she is really hot!” He seems to catch himself a moment too late, eyes going wide with dread. “Fuck! I didn’t mean that!” 

“Mm, I think you did,” Bran says. Honestly, at this point, any aggravation Jon had had is pretty much gone— Dany is fine, which is what he really cares about, even if his brother has no fucking manners. He laughs, tipping his head back as Rickon looks like he’d rather die than be here any longer. 

“Quit while you’re ahead, brother,” Robb says, slapping Rickon’s shoulder. “Not that you’re really ahead now, of course.” 

“I didn’t mean it, Jon,” Rickon begs. “Please don’t drag me out to the woods and plot my death.” 

Jon laughs, ruffling his brother’s hair. “I’m not going to murder you,” he promises, and Rickon sighs, seeming to relax a little bit. “But if you ever forget to knock and barge into our room again, I’m not responsible for Dany’s actions.” 

Rickon nods, Robb cackling as he pokes the fire. “Trust me, she seems like the one you need to be more scared of anyways,” he says. Jon laughs, his youngest brother’s cheeks turning red again. 

“Aye,” Jon says with a nod. “She certainly is.”

[daebakinc]

It's really nice to have you back!! I hope you are doing well these days 😊 I kind of want to see snow this year too... the last 2 I was in countries that don't get snow and missed it a bit...though now I am struggling a bit with the cold weather 😕 anyway I am just rambling now, for the drabble I would like to ask for Shownu (what a surprise 😅) genre is up to you, I don't know what you feel like writing and AU it can be pilot Shownu(he looked to good 🥰) or any other AU that you have in mid to be honest I just miss your writing ~🦋Farfalla 💙

It’s only five minutes until midnight. Five minutes until Changkyun fails for his mission of the night. 

“Are you deliberately being picky?” he grumbles, nudging your shoulder with his. “I’ve given you a million choices and you turned down each one.”

“I’m not,” you reply, sticking your tongue out at him. “You brought this on yourself. First, you invited me to this costume party. Then, you were the one who came up with the bet that you’d find me someone to kiss at midnight or our next ten take-out dinners are on you.”

“I was being a good friend since you were complaining about being single.”

“You were also being competitive.”

Changkyun rolls his eyes and adjusts his baseball cap. “Are you sure Hyungwon’s not good enough?”

You can’t help laughing. “And how are we supposed to kiss when he’s dressed in an inflatable dinosaur costume?”

“Touché.” He sighs, scanning the room again. Suddenly, he straightens with an enormous grin. “Stay right here! I’ll be right back!”

Your friend slash roommate disappears into the crowd. A few seconds later, Changkyun reappears, someone new in tow. A navy blue uniform jacket stretches across the stranger’s broad shoulders with a crisp white shirt and thin black tie beneath it. On his head rests a matching white captain’s cap. Although a pair of dark aviators hides his eyes and most of his face, you can’t help your intake of breath. You would be willing to bet a million take-out dinners he’s fine as hell beneath those glasses and uniform alike.

“Roomie, this is my friend Hyunwoo,” Changkyun says with a smirk. He can already tell he’s won. “Hyunwoo, roomie. Is he satisfactory?”

You nod, then hurry to add, “But only if he’s okay with it.”

Hyunwoo answers for himself. “I’m okay with it.”

“Ok. Cool.” At a lost for any other words, you gestures towards him. “I like your costume.”

“It isn’t a costume. It’s my uniform.”

“Oh. So you’re a...?”

“A pilot.”

“Oh. That’s cool.” Crap, do you only have the word ‘cool’ in your whole vocabulary?

“I like yours too.” Hyunwoo smiles and lightly pats your head. “Kumamon, right?”

You give an embarrassed giggle. “Yeah. Changkyun invited me last minute, so these pajamas was all I had.”   

“It’s time!” someone in the crowd screams. 

Together, everyone around you starts yelling, “Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven!”

“So you’re sure you’re okay with this?” you shout, wanting to be double sure.

Hyunwoo moves closer to you, moving his mouth to right by your ear. “Yes. It’s good luck isn’t it? Pilots can use all the good luck we can.”

“Six! Five! Four!”

“That’s true.” You look at your own reflection in Hyunwoo’s sunglasses. “So should we...?”

“Oh, sorry.” Hyunwoo takes the glasses off, tucking them into a pocket.

Damn. He’s even more handsome than you suspected. The jitters spike through your body like you just chugged an entire carafe of pure black coffee.

“Three! Two! One!”

Hyunwoo slowly puts an arm around your waist, eyes watching for the slightest resistance to his closeness. He’s not going to find any. Not looking like that and smelling like Christmas and Heaven all in one.

“Happy New Year!”

All around you, people are screaming and laughing and hugging, but you can’t hear or see them. All you can do is melt into the gentle press of Hyunwoo’s lips on yours and the warmth of his hands on your back.

As you sling your arms around his neck to bring him closer, all you can think is that it’s going to be a very good new year after all.

[nomimits7]

Isolation Drabble 9

Title: Isolation

Genre: Just some random drabbles

Warnings: goofy bangtan... all seven of them in one kitchen = disaster.

Paring: BTS x reader

A/N: Our Lockdown was extended, and I am not a very happy person at the moment. I know there are people out there who have been in lockdown for over 2 months… I just never thought I would handle it this bad. My stress levels are rising, and I can’t seem to calm down.

#8

∞

When the doctor left, all the boys could do was stare. They felt so bad, especially Jimin and Hoseok for leaving you on the roof the way they did. In their defense, you said a lot of hurtful things and they thought it would be best to leave you alone for a little while. They didn’t know you never came down.

Yes, they did eat lunch without you, but they did save you a seat. When you didn’t show up for lunch they simply thought you didn’t want to be around them. So, when dinner came around they didn’t bother saving you a seat.

You were dehydrated, almost to the point of hospitalization. You had a mild case of heatstroke from the exposure to the sun's unforgiving rays. And your energy levels were nearly none existent. To put it simply, you were in bad shape. The doctor told them you would start regaining consciousness as soon as the drip he put you on was doing its job.

An hour and a half have passed since the drip ran dry and you were still sleeping peacefully. Your color looked better but your burns on your skin weren’t. that’s when Namjoon decided to start treating them as well. It was a delicate job that entailed them removing some of your clothes to replace them with softer and more comfortable clothes, which had them all as red as tomatoes.

As softly as he could Namjoon starts applying some aloe to your burns. Yoongi, Hoseok, and Jimin helped Namjoon with the whole procedure. The aloe would take the hurt away and perhaps help the skin to heal faster. Before long they were done and heading out to wash their hands.

Seokjin, Jungkook, and Taehyung were in the kitchen, cooking up a storm for when you would wake up. The place was a total mess but they didn’t care. Namjoon, Yoongi, Hoseok, and Jimin soon joined them. Everyone doing something in an effort to keep busy.

∞

The first thing you noticed when you woke up was the way your limbs ached, your skin screaming at you for moving even in the slightest. The next thing you notice is the change of clothes and the fact that you had a very suspicious-looking bandage on your arm. The last thing you notice was the redness of your skin and the pounding headache.

As if on cue, the memories of your recent encounter on the roof played out in your mind. You felt like shit to put it frankly. Why the hell did you explode like that? And toward one of the boys no less. What the hell was wrong with you? Oh, yeah you were an emotional witch that couldn’t even handle a simple bad mood.

Swallowing your pride, you carefully got up and started towards the door. You could feel every step but the bottle of aloe next to your bed told you that someone out here still cared. So, you ignored the screams of your body and headed towards the only noise you could hear. The clinking of pots and pans and the silent whispers drifting from the kitchen.

The boys were so consumed in their tasks that they failed to notice your presence lurking at the door. You simply observed them from your spot, a slight smiling tugging at your lips. They all looked stressed yet in some way at home. No one bumped into each other, it was like they could feel each other’s presence and it just worked.

That was until Namjoon tripped over nothing and bumped into Yoongi, who seems to domino into Jimin. Jimin, in turn, crashed into Seokjin, who let out a squeak as he tumbled into Jungkook and Taehyung. Both of them came crashing into poor Hoseok who finally landed at your feet. A sound similar to ‘oof’ leaving his lips.

Without thinking twice, you doubled over as laughter bubbled past your lips at the scene that unfolded before you. You tried muffling your laughter with your hands but failed miserably when you saw their shocked faces staring at. Your stomach muscles cramping and tears escaped your eyes as you tried to calm down. Key word being tried.

It didn’t take long for the boys to all join in on your laughing marathon, or for you to join them on the floor. Soon the laughter died down and you all were left staring at each other, waiting for something to happen. That something came in the form of your voice.

“I’m so sorry for lashing out at you Hobi. I feel like shit for not being able to control my own moods.” You opted for staring at your feet after the words left your mouth. You still felt like shit and you had no other way of dealing with it than apologizing.

“We should be the ones apologizing Y/N. We could see you weren’t your normal self, yet we still pushed your buttons. And above all, we didn’t even notice your absence from the house until it was too late and now you have sunburn and mild heatstroke. You passed out for heaven's sake. We’re the ones who feel like shit. Speaking of… are you hungry? Please say yes, we’ve been preparing so much food…” Hoseok trailed off at that.

“I would love to eat something. Thank you boys” you said. Eyes regaining their shine. You found it extremely cute how Hoseok went into a full-on ramble as soon as he started talking. Never in your life do you ever want to see them hurt because of you. Somehow that just felt wrong.

You have come to love their smiles. You would do anything to keep them happy, even if it meant swallowing your own pride.

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[w-h-4-t]

Random DAI Drabble: She’s Doing What?...Again?

Pairing: Female Inquisitor/Josephine Montilyet

All I’m gon say is I had fun writing my idiot OC Qunari Elf Inquisitor into a silly situation.  

Headcannon: Josephine and Leliana are the older sisters that torment their little brother Cullen.

I saw the Andrastini video of Like a Prayer and I just couldn’t help myself. It’s the best shit I’ve seen all month. 

The Drabbles also live here, on A03

****

The Inquisitor was not normal. Everyone had been given time to acclimatize to her behavior; Sera number 2 as people often called her. There were obvious ways in which they differed, of course. First of all, the Inquisitor wasn’t as disrespectful. Secondly, Harel could do something Sera wished she could, but couldn’t.

The Advisors, called to a War Meeting once again, filed into the broken hallway, dodging the cold breeze that filtered through the crumbling wall. Josephine and Leliana stood closely together, discussing some matter of politics or shared task.

Cullen, on the other hand, remained as quiet as usual, his hand passing nervously over his hair to ensure the curls were at maximum stylishness. A dollop of pomade would continue to be the theory he told everyone. A smirk lit the normally serious Commanders face. None shall know his hairstyling secrets. 

And from its place on his head, Cullen’s hand flew down to his sword pommel as a loud thump came from the War Room. Leliana didn’t let his jumpiness slip.

 “Well, I am certainly glad we have a brave knight here to slay the dreaded door,” she quipped, causing Josephine to hide a giggle beneath her hand.

 Much like a Mabari’s ears flatten at being scolded, so too did Cullen’s expression turn. He began sputtering, trying to get the attention off of him but alas, he failed.

 “Oh, brave knight,” Josephine started, trying her best not to let the laughter overcome her, “M-may I gift upon you, a favor, should you slay the table destroying our precious farmla-” she had withdrawn a handkerchief from her pocket, only to falter her speech midway, finally doubling over slightly in laughter, using the cloth to suppress her giggles.

 “You two are...tch.” the Commander tuts, his face sullen as he’s lovingly picked on by the two Advisors.

 Another thump comes from the War Room. 

 Cullen’s dour expression turns, lighting up in wary curiosity, “I’m not just hearing things? Am I?” he says, his brows furrowing, “There’s something going on in there,” he moves to draw his sword, “The Inquisitor could be in trouble.”

Leliana is as quick as her sharp eyes are perceptive, grabbing Cullen’s hand before it scrapes against its scabbard, “There is no need,” she says with a playful smile, “Our Inquisitor is more than fine.”

 The three stand outside the War Room as another thump comes from within, followed by two more and a string of Elvhen curses.

 “Perfectly fine,” Leliana repeats, her hand moving from the Commanders to press lightly against the door.

 Josephine, in all her inquisitive splendor, couldn’t help but be dreadfully curious as to what was happening in the War Room, something Leliana had yet to speak of. 

 Harel was not the secretive type, her love was an open book and Josephine, a prolific reader. Even so, everyone had the right to bear their little unspoken things, regardless of how painfully interesting they may be. 

 And as data collection was one of her more minor duties, Josephine still felt the urge to know things pressing her with a near pummeling force.

 “Leli,” Josephine says, leaning into the Spymaster, “What is she doing?”

 Instead of speaking, Leliana puts a finger up to her lips, her blue eyes alight with mischief, a memory of a younger, impish Orlesian came blasting through the cold shell of the current Spymaster.

 From behind the pair, the slight shuffle of armor makes itself known, causing both ladies to turn in synchronicity to give an incredulous look to the Commander. He stares like a pup, eyes big with interest as he tries his best to lessen the clinking metal.

 Leliana silently beckons him forward, her eyes wide in exasperation as he takes a few steps forward, a few loud steps. He huddles in closely, far closer than he’s ever been to the ladies and focuses his attention to the seam of the door as Leliana pushes it open.

  Through the small crack, they can all see Harel, in the space the Advisors normally stood, spinning like an out-of-control top. The window was open and the faintest sounds of music from the tavern could be heard. The Qunari elf leapt around, a thump following her landing as she danced in reckless abandon. Her style was an odd combination of lustful Rivaini swaying and formless, laughable Ferelden jigs. 

 Cullen sputtered, causing a gloved hand and a tawny hand to clap over his mouth in alarm. 

 Harel remained unperturbed as she hopped around the War Room like a Halla in heat, her hips moving, arms flailing, eyes closed, lips parted singing softly. Josephine’s eyes go wide as the horned woman bends forward, lashing her braid in a full circle before her hips follow the movement. 

 Maker’s bloody breath.

 Sweat begins to shine on her grey skin, her forehead slick and white hair, damp. She gets up on her tiptoes before completing yet another few spins, bending forward to the area where Josephine would be, her hand outstretched.

“Would you have this dance, My Lady?” Harel whispers before her face scrunches in confusion, “Wait no, will you dance with me? Would you have to dance? Fuckin’ common tongue.” 

 And at once, to everyone’s surprise, she begins a ballroom dance, her moves matching the beat of the tavern music as she holds her invisible dance partner. She sweeps around the 'ballroom' and Cullen tries, he really tries, not to laugh. 

 It’s helped by the fact there were still two hands over his mouth.  

 “Dearest Josephine, you are a splendid dancer,” the Qunari elf speaks into the air, “Ah yes, Wycome indeed robbed me of fuckin’ class but I can still move!”

 There’s a poorly hidden smile on Josephine’s face as she watches Harel spin around, her cheeks alight with a flush as she tried to suppress a small laugh. What a funny little soul her Herald was. 

 He’s intrigued, the Honnleath man, as he leans in to try and see better.

 This causes the door to open wide, a resounding creak echoing through the War Room. Not that anyone heard the squeaking hinges over the sound of Leliana and Josephine groaning and chastising Cullen. 

 All the lustrous grey faded from Harel’s skin as she let her arms drop at once; her skin ashen in embarrassment. 

“S-shanedan, my Antaam,” she sputters, trying to change the subject, “That means hi and body like a group of warriors…” she stands straight, moving quickly from her place at the War Table, “I mean, we have a Ben-Hassrath and an Ashkaari but no one needs…”

 Harel sighs as she looks away, green eyes stuck to the floor as the Advisors walk in, “How much did you see?”

 “Oh,” Josephine says with a smile, walking forward quickly, her hand coming up to brush against Harel’s shoulder, “We only just arrived.”

 “She’s lying.” Leliana said mid-cough, “We saw everything,” again poorly disguised behind a few coughs, “Who said that?” she finishes, feigning ignorance as she walks towards her usual spot. 

 Harel’s face immediately scrunches up in embarrassment, her face for once, another colour, reddening as much as her grey skin would allow. 

 “Quite a skill you've got there, Inquisitor,” Cullen mutters as he walks past her, patting her shoulder before trundling off to his spot.

 “Will you shut your fuck? Hmmmm????” Harel retorts, her eyes wide and lips pressed into a thin line.

 “Now Harel, my love, my darling little Halla,” Josephine speak just a little too sweetly, “There is absolutely nothing wrong with dancing alone,” her hand is still light in its touch, avoiding the droplets of sweat, “It is a perfectly acceptable means of expressing oneself, something you have done with… an...enviable...amount of energy.”

 Harel’s ears flatten as her mood sours just a little, “Love the way you took a pause there, Josie,” the Qunari elf crosses her arms, ignoring the music from the window, “Real show of support you are.”

 Josephine pulls the Inquisitor’s shoulder just a little, beckoning her to walk in tandem. There’s a small pout from the Antivan which shakes Harel’s bad mood just a little.

 “If you wanted to dance with me, you could always ask,” she brings up a tawny hand to pinch Harel’s cheek, “I am certainly agreeable to it. Remember Halamshiral?” the pinch turns into a soft patting, “I would have no qualms.”

 The embarrassed elf thinks, her eyes darting all over the War Room before she steps away from Josephine, spinning away before she stops, wobbling slightly, her hand outstretched, “Dance with me, Lady Montilyet?”

 A small laugh escapes Josephine as she slips her hand into Harel’s; the Qunari elf immediately presses their bodies together far closer than a waltz or a public event would allow.

 “I suppose the reports can wait,” Cullen says quietly to Leliana as he watches the pair spin around the War Room, his eyes flicking to the map,” Did you know Lake Calenhad looks like a bunny?”

 The Spymaster gives a hum of approval as she watches Harel sloppily and quickly dance with the Ambassador, bracing her legs to the ground before lifting her up in one quick motion. Harel spins her, carefully, laughing the whole time while Josephine latched onto the odd half-breed, ignoring the sweat pouring off the Inquisitor. 

 “This would make it the fifth time I’ve caught her doing this,” Leliana whispers to Cullen as Josephine begs to be put down, “You’d think by now she’d choose somewhere other than the War Room to do this.”

 The Advisors watch as Josephine is placed down with care, encircled in Harel’s arms as she tries to regain her balance, listing to the side ever so slightly; her hair in a right mess. 

 “I don’t know,” Cullen starts, a smile on his face, “I think this room could benefit from a little Rivani dancing.”

 Leliana doesn’t respond at first, a small huff of laughter escaping from beneath her hood. She steps to the side, elbowing Cullen a little, drawing a small exclamation from the Commander that’s drowned under Josephine’s and Harel’s joyous banter.

 “Don’t be a lecher.”

[kpopfanfictrash]

Operation: Intelligence

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: Hoseok / Reader

Word Count: 2,819

AU: Spy 

Dialogue Prompt: “Not the time for a costume change!” (slightly tweaked to fit with dialogue lol)

↳ part of my AU drabble game

“So.” Bored, you glanced between the two men before you. “This is a summer camp. For spies.”

One of the men winced. The other remained perfectly still, his mahogany hair perfect under the blunt, fluorescent lighting. You always noticed the lighting first. Lighting, then people, then scenery – in that order.

As though you’d said something funny, the first man smiled. “Ah, no. We prefer the term intelligence operative to spy. Has a nicer ring to it, you see?”

The other man didn’t move. He simply watched from behind his dark-colored glasses. There was no label to the lenses, no brand name in order to be instantly recognizable.

Of course, their kind would prefer the term intelligence operative. Stifling an eye roll, you chose not to respond. Spy, intelligence operative, hit man, criminal – whatever they chose to call themselves, it didn’t matter to you. Their trade wasn’t glamorous, no matter what modern movies and novels would have people believe. Growing up on the streets with parents who were grifters at best, thieves and con artists at worst, you knew the cops were never your friends.

You were only a few years into adulthood when you packed both your little sister and yourself into a hotwired car, sped from their driveway and began a new life. Your parents’ adventures had thrilled you when you were younger, but once you grew up, all the fun disappeared. There were only so many times you could come home from school to a threat by some thug named Benny insisting your parents owed him or his employer money.

As soon as you left their driveway, you vowed never to return and yet, here you were.

A liar, betraying the vow you’d once made.

Twisting both hands beneath the desk, you let no trace of emotion cloud your features. Slipping into the lessons you learned in childhood proved astonishingly easy. 

Observe, but don’t react. Deduce what others do, then adjust your behavior. Don’t reveal your intentions, but only show others what they wish to see.

The second man at the table seemed to exude a similar philosophy. Admittedly, he did it in much better clothing than yours. His suit was impeccable; double-breasted with a handkerchief pressed to its pocket as though it had been born there. Maybe it had been; maybe it was sewn into his suit, as firm as the stick shoved up his ass.

Your lips twitched as you suppressed a smile. The mahogany-haired man seemed to notice this, inclining his head in a manner which dared you to smile again.

Meeting his gaze, you did. “I see,” you said, returning to the first man.

Already, you had the two of them pegged. 

The first man was their marketer, a transition man designed to make you feel comfortable with the lifestyle change. The second was present to ensure you didn’t get too comfortable. This was a classic good cop, bad cop strategy.

Truthfully, you needed none of it. Their organization was your only option and if you failed, it was more than your worthless life on the line. The thought made your stomach twist unpleasantly. 

Unbeknownst to them, you harbored a secret. This was the reason you couldn’t relax, couldn’t let your guard down for even a second. You were in an organization of spies, no matter what they chose to call themselves, and you were here to spy on them.

This wasn’t the first time you’d been approached by their kind. Before though, you had always rejected their offer. 

Your parents’ lifestyle had never been of interest, no matter the price or the handsome men in suits sent to woo you. For yes, the second man was handsome, this was undeniable. The mahogany-haired man had a high forehead, sloped nose and soft-looking lips. On anyone else, these features might have been an eclectic combination but on him, they were beautiful.  

Instead of looking his way though, you focused on the first. The marketer. 

“What would my training entail?” you asked, as though this was what gave you pause.

The man nodded, like he truly cared about your worries. You could tell by the way he shifted, the way his feet pointed towards the door, the man was already thinking about being somewhere else. Talking to you was only one stop in his insurmountable day. 

He needed to interrogate the recruit, eat his lunch, attack a mountain of paperwork, yell at a few subordinates, drink three Jameson and cokes at the bar and have sloppy sex with Sharon before passing out in his bed. Shower, rinse, repeat.

You hated to keep him from all he had to do.

“Well.” The marketer shuffled his paperwork and barely did you keep the smile from your face. You’d noticed upon entering the majority of it was blank. “The usual. You’ll be tested physically, mentally and in practical application. We’ll assess your current abilities, identify any gaps and then assign you a specialty.”

“Specialty?”

He nodded. “Technology, weapons, information gathering, etc. We’ll tailor your coursework to your specialty, according to whatever use we might have for you.”

Hearing this, your lips thinned.

“I mean,” the man hastily said. “What areas we have which might suit you best.”

He didn’t mean it. You knew the moment you joined this organization, you would belong to them in every sense of the word. They wouldn’t care about your interests or wants.

As though the man’s words were placating, you nodded. “And who is this?” you asked, looking at his silent partner.

The marketer tensed. “I – er, Hoseok,” he said.

No additional information was offered and you arched a brow. “Pleasure to meet you, Hoseok,” you said, scanning him quickly. “I see you fit the strong and silent stereotype.”

Much to your disappointment, he failed to take the bait. Instead, Hoseok lifted his chin. “Why are you here?”

“Hoseok!” The first man’s eyes widened. Some of the color drained from his cheeks; Hoseok had just made his job even harder. “I’m sorry, ma’am. Hoseok can be blunt. A field operative, you know how they can be –”

Cutting him off, you said, “Why am I here on Earth, or in this room?”

The marketer shut up.

Hoseok did not flinch. “I’ll take either answer, if you have them.”

“To survive as long as I can. As to why I’m in this room....” You trailed off, then waved a hand. “I assume you’re referring to the fact that I’ve declined your invitation to join this organization several times?”

“The way I see it, we’ve extended you offers before.” Leaning forward, his elbows slid forward on the table. “My superiors see you as an asset.” Hoseok paused, as though to emphasize how little he agreed. “Each time you’ve turned us down. Why would you accept now? What’s changed?”

His sunglasses hid his gaze, which you found annoying. Intention was difficult to hide in the eyes. Hoseok pushed himself to sit more casually, one arm draped over the back of his chair and ones leg crossed over the other. Despite his relaxed posture, his muscles were tense, as though ready to pounce.

“What’s changed,” you said, since this was a loaded question. “Nothing, I guess. The end of a life I once knew.”

Hoseok didn’t flinch. “You mean, the death of your parents.”

If he was trying to bait you, you didn’t take it. 

“Yes, that.”

With a sigh, Hoseok removed his sunglasses. Without them, his face made your eyes widen. Truly, he was gorgeous – which made you wary. He wore his beauty like a knife, revealed only when needed to cut down those in his way. Hoseok’s gaze was lidded, searching as though he could carve the truth from your lies.

He could look all he wanted; you would not cave.

“Why would that change things?” Hoseok’s gaze across your face. “Based on our intelligence, you’ve had little to do with your parents for the past five years.”

Be like stone, you told yourself. 

Stone could not break unless there were cracks in its foundation. You were solid, unyielding. Shifting on the uncomfortable leather seat, you lazily crossed one leg over the other. 

It satisfied you when Hoseok’s gaze darted ever so briefly to your legs.

“That’s true,” you agreed. “I hadn’t spoken to my parents in years before last week.”

Shutting your mouth, you swallowed. It was partly untrue and partly real, which tended to be the best type of lies.

While you took a moment to gather yourself, you also examined the brass buttons Hoseok wore. They were brass, yet hung with a weight similar to gold. It meant they were not average fasteners. Surveillance equipment, most likely.

Emboldened, you slowly uncrossed and recrossed your legs. You’d worn a dress to this interview on purpose. Hoseok’s cheeks flushed as you attempted to hide your smile. It seemed the feed from his buttons went straight to his contact lenses.

“My parents’ death was unexpected,” you said, refocusing. “As you so astutely mentioned, I never cared for their lifestyle. Their death, though… it changes things.”

For a moment, you found yourself truly at a loss. You glanced down to collect yourself, and actually did. The marketer nodded, as though in sympathy but Hoseok remained silent, unconvinced. It made you trust him more than the first.

“How did their deaths change you?” he asked, blunt.

You inhaled, images flashing again through your mind. You hadn’t let yourself think much of the day. The memory of your mother collapsed in the hall, shot dead the second she opened the door. The sight of your father slumped in the kitchen, a look of pure astonishment and confusion on his face. The bloodied note taped to their fridge, scrawled for you to find after the killer texted from your father’s phone.

It shouldn’t have been that way. Your parents were mediocre criminals at best. They shouldn’t have been killed in such a thoughtful, uncompromising manner. The bullet wounds in their bodies had been precise, placed in such a way you couldn’t doubt their marksmanship. 

No. Whoever ordered their deaths wasn’t the sort of person your parents usually dealt with – and yet, your family hadn’t seemed surprised by their attack. Your mother had opened the door for her assassin, for fuck’s sake.

Exhaling, you looked up from the table. “I’ve hidden who I am my entire life,” you said. “I’ve run from the law, from my parents, and everyone in between. Now, though...” You felt your hands clench. “I don’t want to run. I want to be useful in the only way I know how.”

Hoseok tilted his head and considered.

What you said was mostly true, but it also masked a lie. The final piece of the puzzle was your sister, whom you’d purposefully left out of the equation. The same madmen who’d murdered your parents had stolen one more thing. Your sister. 

This was the final line of the note you had found. Short and specific instructions: do as the men said, or your sister would die.

The first task you’d been given was to infiltrate this organization and so, here you were. Ready to lie, cheat and borrow just to force your way in.

Fingernails digging into your palms, you fought to keep your expression neutral. You needed them to believe you, you needed to be let in because if they cast you out, your sister was dead.

Finally, Hoseok nodded. The gesture was curt, without sympathy to his gaze. 

“Alright,” he said, glancing at his companion. “Feel free to draw up the paperwork. I approve.”

Hoseok stood and deftly removed his blazer. Shaking this out, he placed this on his chair and began to undo his buttons.

You stared. “This hardly seems the time for a costume change.”

Barely sparing a glance, Hoseok continued turning his shirt inside out. As he re-buttoned his collar, tucked the ends into his jeans and replaced his sunglasses with glasses, you could only stare. The transformation was instantaneous – international businessman to local IT worker.

Hoseok looked your way. “You’re not my only appointment today, Y/N.”

Before you could respond to this, the first man interrupted. “Right,” he said, fingers fumbling empty papers before him. “I’ll get you started, Y/N. You’ll go through a preliminary training assessment and then we’ll see, okay?”

He smiled brightly despite your clear lack of enthusiasm.

When you finally nodded, Hoseok reached for his phone and you took the time to examine him. The man was far too competent to be stuck in an office, like the marketer. It seemed Hoseok was the intelligence operative and yet, he didn’t act much like those in the field you were used to. He wasn’t crass, not at all overbearing and he seemed not to carry any visible weaponry.

Every move of his was smooth, polished and designed to blend in. This man was a professional and for the briefest of moments, you panicked. It was this type of man you needed to fool for your sister to live. You needed to be a better spy than the best of the best. 

Fervently, you hoped the entire organization wasn’t as competent as Hoseok.  

Standing, the marketer shoved reams of paper into his bag. As he moved towards the door, you made to follow, only for Hoseok to place a hand on your arm.

“A moment,” he said, as though he had all the time in the world.

Although your feet stopped, you kept your gaze on the door. “I thought you had another appointment.”

Hoseok chuckled. “Dominic, please leave us.”

You watched the other man, and to your surprise, he nodded and swiftly left the room. The door fell shut, leaving the two of you alone beneath fluorescent lights. 

Warily, you turned to face Hoseok.

He stared back, his gaze shrewd and calculating. “I still don’t trust you,” he said, letting go of your arm.

“Bully for you,” you said. “I didn’t ask.”

“You did, though. The moment you walked through the door. Am I wrong?”

He wasn’t wrong. The fact you responded to their invitation after all these years meant you wanted him to accept. His ego seemed large enough for the both of you though, and so you stayed silent.

His eyes gleamed. “I’ll take that as a no.”

Unable to stop yourself, you snapped, “I agree. I agree you shouldn’t trust me. Trust goes both ways, though and I still have no idea why I should trust you. Why I should bring my skills to your organization over any other.”

“A valid point,” Hoseok allowed. “If somewhat juvenile. What do you wish to know about me?”

Thrown by his statement, you could only blink. “I – how long have you been a part of this organization?”

“Since I was six.” Hoseok spoke smoothly, as though the question no longer fazed him. “My turn. What are you hiding?”

“Many things. None pertinent to this conversation, though.”

“Spoken like a spy.” Hoseok glanced at his watch. “You’ll find, Y/N, that you are out of your league here. No matter what rudimentary skills your parents taught you, they won’t be enough, and eventually you’ll find yourself behind.”

You bristled, but Hoseok didn’t seem to notice.

Stepping closer, his lips hovered inches away from your ear. “I anticipate you’ll leave within the first month,” he murmured.

Glancing down, you realized why Hoseok had removed his blazer. Whomever had been listening to his mic wouldn’t be able to hear this.

“You’ll fail because either your anger will burn out and you’ll cease to remember why you came here in the first place, or because you’ll fail. Or,” he added, gaze meeting yours. “There is a third, even worse option.”

"Which is?”

Hoseok paused. “The option that whatever drove you to accept is far more sinister than my colleagues imagine.” His gaze became steely. “Trust me, Y/N, if this turns out to be the case, you’ll dearly wish you’d never set foot through those doors. I’ll draw up the paperwork to kill you myself.”

Something about the way he spoke made your blood boil. 

“You do that,” you said , stepping closer. “You keep worrying about me and whatever my ass is doing, and I’ll just worry about proving you wrong. Yes? Until then, stay the hell out of my way.”

Hoseok smirked. Turning around, he bent and picked up his blazer. “I’m afraid that won’t be possible,” he said, folding it over his arm.

“And why not?” you demanded as he walked away.

He paused with one hand on the handle. “Didn’t they tell you?” Hoseok asked, glancing over his shoulder. “Didn’t they explain why I was part of your interview panel?”

Mutely, you shook your head no. A not unpleasant chill traveled down your spine.

Hoseok smiled and for the first time, it seemed real. “It’s because I’m your partner.” He pulled open the door, warmer light flooding in from the hall. “Good luck with your evaluation. I’ll see you soon, Y/N.”

With that, he stepped out and your stomach sank to the ground.

  ↳ part of my AU drabble game

[1-800-seo]

domestic dad!kook

hi everyone I thought I’d post my crap here so here is my domestic dad!kook Drabble list thing?

involves: pregnancy, established relationship/marriage, kissing, hickies?, general tomfoolery, nothing major, dad!jungkook,

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* those damned blue lines

* you thought you wouldn’t see them so soon

* after all you had only been married eighteen months

* old relatives have been asking since day 1 when they’re gonna he seeing some lil jeons running around smh aunty karen

* you wondered how he would react

* he’d never shown any adverse reaction to children before but he was practically still a child himself

* the spiderman onesie you washed yesterday attests to that

* you decided to tell him at dinner

* he’d just had his first bite of tagliatelle when you accidentally blurted it out

* “IM PREGNANT”

* “what?” he replied snapping his head up with wide doe eyes

* “I-I found out this morning...I’m definitely pregnant. I know it’s soon, but we can make this work.”

* “What’re you on about? This is amazing baby, I finally get to be a dad!”

* “So you want this?”

* “Definitely, I’ve always imagined a family with you, it was just a matter of time. I’m so happy though baby, over the moon.”

* The smile on his face was beaming and the twinkle in his eye sparkled, he looked the epitome of happiness

* “I’m glad you want this then, it’ll be a wild ride but I’m glad it’s with you.”

* you reach out and squeeze his hand, as a fat tear of joy rolls down your cheek

* “I’m glad too, I know we’re young but it feels so right, so right with you.”

* he looks down, a tear dripping onto the table

* he wipes a few more and giggles

* “Tbh im surprised this didn’t happen earlier considering we go at it like rabbits”

* “KOOK” you cant help but laugh

* He is right lol

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One month 🍼

* “Where is my wife and my spawn~~~~~~”

* Jeongguk loudly sang as he burst thru the front door, arriving home from work

* “Wym spawn???“ You say as he pulls you into a bear hug and flops both of you on the couch

* “You know,, spawn, this baby, it’s my spawn hence why I’m calling it spawn like the superhero,, duh”

* he drops his hands down to your stomach and rest them their, flat palmed

* bowing his head so he is closer he says

* “I can’t wait to meet you Spawnie”

* Immediately you burst into a fit of laughter at the outrageous name

* “we CANNOT nickname our baby SPAWN, JEONGGUK”

* “Why not I think it’s well cool”

* he calmly replies proud smirk on his face

* “Is Spawn even a good guy?”

* “ummm”

* “wym ummm??”

* “well he’s kind of ambiguous in the comics”

* “OH GREAT WE HAVE A BABY NAMED SPAWN THAT IS OF AMBIGUOUS MORALITY”

* at that comment you both fell about laughing, your sides beginning to hurt at it all

* and that was how your unborn baby was nicknamed Spawn

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Three Months 🍼

* “I can’t push the trolley, I’m pregnant”

* you said matter of factly

* “oh you’re just being lazy,, I mean I’m not saying I won’t push the trolley, but you’re really pushing the boat out, baby”

* “hehehe my plan worked, you fool, you may have suspected me, however you still fell right into my trap muhahahaha”

* you dramatically laugh and put your hands on your hips like a comical villain

* so anyways you skrt skrt around the shop

* and right next to the book section is you know what

* the BABY SECTION

* so far you actually haven’t looked their yet because you don’t know the gender

* but curiosity brings you snooping in the aisles

* Jeongguk returns from the bakery section, carrying croissants and hair swept into a messy top knot

* you stare at the many many many racks of children’s clothes

* tiny baby booties

* hats that kook could only fit on his fist

* so so smol baby-grows

* “ngl I’m kinda overwhelmed”

* “how come?”

* he puts his hands round your waist and rests his head on your shoulders

* big soft comfy back hug

* “idk it’s a lot of responsibility, right? I can’t even begin to think about names never mind washing, clothing, feeding this tiny human being when it arrives”

* “baby, you have nothing to worry about, and I am positive you’re going to be the best most caring mother ever, and I have full trust in that.”

* He places a soft chaste kiss on the top of your head

* “thank you for always supporting me ggukie”

* “It’s my pleasure; we’re going to have the best baby ever, aren’t we Spawnie”

* You roll your eyes and kiss his cheek

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Four Months 🍼

* you were sat on the couch in your small apartment, small but sufficient

* Jungkook was painting the spare room and deconstructing old furniture you were selling on eBay

* You’re job was to arrange the business dealings and to look for new kid-appropriate furniture to reoccupy the spaces now blank

* It was fine by you

* saves you from getting up off the couch and getting all sweaty

* after a good few hours JK came out from the room, sweat on his brow and hungry

* hungry for something else tho 👀

* he stalks over to where you are sitting and kneels on the floor in front of your knees

* he rests his head on your lap, arms folded underneath it

* his eyes were dark, full of want

* “How’s it going baby? You tired?”

* “hmmm”

* he just stares back

* brows slightly furrowed

* soon enough he was peppering your face in warm kisses

* he flipped you over and sat you on his lap, hands resting on your waist

* his lips latched onto your neck and he sucked a flourish of purple and blue flowers under your jaw

* his lips were warm and supple on your skin

* it sent a shiver down your spine and goosebumps to your skin

* you found the hem of his black T-shirt and slid your hands under the fray

* you’re hands met the toned muscle of his stomach and the soft honey skin

* “looks like I can’t knock you up since someone already has, oh well, more fun for me”

* his hands fiddled with the fabric of your top

* you obliged and pulled it over your head

* you were met with his mouth hungrily crashing into yours as he searched for more and soon enough you were underneath him

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Six Months 🍼

* your belly was fairly noticeable by now and you couldn’t avoid the fact that you were pregnant

* people were starting to let you sit instead of them in public places

* you were getting more and more randos asking to touch your belly as well which wasn’t the greatest

* JK is always in protective dad mode™️ when this happens

* he’s ready to protect his babies

* one time when a sketchy looking old man asked to touch your belly JK immediately stood in between you and the guy

* he puffed out his chest and was hella macho

* Alpha Jungkook arises hehe

* ever since then he was more aware that people would be looking at you and more interested in you in general

* anyways

* he’s hella excited to be a dad

* his excitement is so pure and genuine it’s so sweet

* it’s like every day he gets more excited and you think by the full 9 months he’ll just be so excited he’ll be vibrating like a washing machine lol

* every night he kisses you and your baby good night

* “Night night baby jeon spawnie”

* without fail it makes you giggle

* his lil nose always brushes against your skin when he says it and it’s ticklish and comforting

* you can’t wait to meet your baby to see which of you they look like and in what ways

* will they have your double lidded eyes or his unique nose

* will they have his bunny teeth or your short stature

* either way they’ll be the most loved being in this world

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Seven Months 🍼

* it was time for the long awaited gender reveal

* you and him had decided that you would go alone to the appointment since he had work and then you would surprise Ggukie when he gets back

* you decided the way you would tell him was by dressing in either blue or pink

* you know you know,, not really breaking gender stereotypes, but it gets the idea over

* so that’s what you do

* you wear you’re best maternity day dress and do your makeup all güd

* it’s 5:30pm and he’s so excited to know

* he barges thru the door and basically and sprints to you

* he’s met with a baby blue clad wife, her hair adorned with a periwinkle ribbon

* immediately he knows and swoops you up into a bear hug

* “Jungkook? We’re going to have a little baby boy!”

* “I’m so happy! I feel like I’ve drank five red bulls,, we’re going to have a boy”

* When you pull away from the hug his cheeks have tears dripping down them and his eyes are wet

* “aww baby why’re you crying?”

* “because I’m just so happy, I can’t wait to see him, he’s going to be perfect, we’ll all be perfect”

* “you’re right kook, we’ll be perfect”

* “You don’t know how much I love you, you know?”

* that was when you started crying tears of happiness too

* youd remember this moment forever

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Eight Months 🍼

* “I think it’s time to think of some actual names”

* “yeahhh people at work keep thinking I’m actually calling the baby Spawnie and then I keep having to explain why it’s called Spawn and i don’t particularly like explaining that Spawn is a play on sperm and that’s my sperm”

* “What goes ON at your work”

* “you don’t even wanna know babygirl”

* “ummm so I was thinking, something familial, i don’t want a western name tho so that rules out my side,, unless you want to call him Barry”

* “uhh no thanks babes”

* “yeahh they’d sound like the flash lol”

* “I don’t want none of that DC propaganda in my household thanks”

* “tru tru”

* “so what about your side of family? Can you think of any family who have named you like?”

* “What about Junseok? My great uncle is called Junseok and I think that’s cool, also it kinda looks like a combination of Namjoon-hyung and Jin-hyung’s names.”

* “Wow they’d love that, that’s a good idea actually.”

* “Jeon Junseok, has a good ring to it”

* “I agree”

* “It’s settled then until further notice”

* “It seems it is Mr Jeon”

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First Week Home 🍼

* The moment Junseok was in his little sunset coloured crib you burst into tears of relief

* you’d obviously been stressing post birth about the intricacies and once you’d got him home and settled it was like a weight of your shoulders

* he was home

* he was safe

* and you were both over the moon

* he had the smallest nose and the biggest doe eyes

* his dark hair swept across his delicate skin on his forehead

* you just knew he’d be the spitting image of his dad

* each following day with Junseok was amazing

* he was good for you

* slept so well

* settled into routine easily

* it’s as if you never had to worry

* and Jungkook was a life saver

* he was such an attentive father and husband

* always caring for you and Junseok

* every morning he’d bring you up a cup of herbal tea and bowl of granola

* and go check on the baby and if he’s awake change and feed him

* his paternity leave was a blessing

* it meant you actually got a lie in instead of Junseok waking you up

* “I can do the baby this morning, it’s ok”

* you say sitting up in bed

* “no no I’ll do it I’m used to getting up at this time for work anyway”

* “but you’ve been doing it all this week I feel bad”

* “Baby, rest, I want to do this, you deserve a rest after carrying the baby for nine months, I’m sure I can take care of him for a few mornings”

* then he gave u a sweet kiss and left to see his baby boy

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Eighteen Months 🍼

* you pulled on Junseok’s tiny yellow wellies as Jungkook put on his coat

* “where are we going seokie?”

* “P-p-p” Junseok tried his best to get out the letters

* “Yayyy we’re going to the park”

* “Me and your mum are going to meet uncle Jimin too, and you know what that means? You’re going to get spoileddd”

* “V tru, but why does he always spoil him? I mean it’s not a problem he gets free things and stuff, but do you reckon he’s compensating for something?”

* “Yeah as nice as it is I think he might be compensating for not being around as often as he’d like to, solo career going strong as all, you know how he loves kids, in his head he probably thinks he’s an absent uncle but in reality he’s ever present just away for an odd weekend, which is normal”

* “yeah I get that”

* “But it’ll be nice to see him anyway, we can ask him about his new single”

* “Oh I’ve heard that it’s pretty good”

* Junseok pulled at the hem of your coat, indicating he wants to leave

* So off you went

* the day was filled with jumping in muddy puddles and Jimin nearly falling in said puddles

* Junseok got all dirty so you had to go find a bathroom to clean him up at

* hence why you ended up at an ice cream parlour in winter

* despite the cold weather you enjoyed the ice cream nonetheless

* JK teases Jimin a few times because apparently Jimin’s white blond hair was vanilla ice cream and his was chocolate

* Jimin insisted his was bingsu however JK refused

* Junseok had a great time fluffing up uncle Jimin’s hair after that

* and so the day drew to an end

* you headed home

* Seokie sleeping in the car all the way there

* you gently took him into the house and the pair of you collapsed on the couch and immediately fell asleep

* it was the cutest thing

* and when you woke up you saw your two boys asleep so soundly

* and you thought to yourself how content with your life you were

* how lucky you were

* how much you love those boys

* and you’d do anything for them

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The End hehehe :)

[ninjafrogofhnm]

🍼 🏡 ❔- Bash ❔ - Bastard

@irenefondorn ohhoho getting an early start on planning our monolith aren’t we? xD Buckle up this is gonna be a long one

🍼 Does your OC have any children or want children? What names would they pick? Are they good with kids or a complete disaster?

I mean he has Ellia of course in the way that we’ve all wholesale adopted her as our daughter despite literally any alternative probably having been a better plan. xD Honestly, though, before Ellia Bash didn’t have much experience with young children and thought he was the kind of person who didn’t want children/to be around children much but now he’s not as sure. He loves Ellia to pieces and, while he doubts he’d particularly wants kids of his own, wouldn’t be opposed to being around kids more in the future. With Ellia as his only measure I honestly couldn’t say but I think he’d be okay with most kids though not great, Bash’s default is sarcasm and silence which doesn’t always work out great with kids.

🏡 Describe your OCs ideal house! Give us a tour around! What’s their garden like? Their bedroom? Kitchen? Where is it and how many people live there?

Ohhh never thought about it tbh I’ve never pictured Bash settled down in one place for long. I think something fairly small and cozy, near a decent sized town but still a little removed with as nice a kitchen as he can manage and a small garden just outside split between cooking and medicinal plants. A small shed-like building a bit separated to be used as a workspace for creating poultices/other mundane remedies as well as doubling as a kind of medic station if people come needing healing. The smallest room in the house would be his bedroom, comfortable but fairly barren - only really used to sleep - but every spare surface around the house would be filled with books. 

And, of course, there would be enough room set aside to host all of the Silver Tongues if they came by. Or lived there. 

❓ A random fact or short drabble! Or make up your own question to ask the OC!

“Why did I even wake up this morning?”

With a groan that was as much annoyance as it was pain Bash rolled over onto his back, dislodging a veritable avalanche of dust and pebbles from his clothes, and assessed his situation. A glance up at the steep side of the ravine – from which he’d oh so gracefully plummeted – made him think he was lucky he hadn’t broken anything. Bruised to the abyss and back, sure, but a quick stretch confirmed he gotten nothing worse than a few scratches from the fall.

A blessing given he now had to find a way back out of the ravine and to the Enclave before Leal realized he was missing.

This groan was entirely annoyance but there was nothing to do for it but get up and get moving.

Back on his feet he shook his hair out of his eyes – the leather band he’d tied the chin length strands back with must of come off in the fall. He looked around hoping to spot it amongst the scree but his attention was instead diverted by a hint of movement near a small boulder a dozen feet away.

He froze in place – there were a lot of things more dangerous than a gangly teenage half-orc in these mountains after all – but when nothing appeared howling for his blood after a long moment he cautiously made his way closer rather than away, his curiosity beating out common sense.

‘What else was new,’ a dark part of his mind whispered. He batted it away like an annoying fly.

At the base of the boulder, mostly hidden in its shadow, was a half-grown lynx laid out limply with dark red blood matted into the fur of its back where sizable talons had raked across in search of a meal. Only the sporadic twitch of its tail gave lie to the appearance of death the creature exuded.

Of course that too would still before long, the lynx wouldn’t survive the night if Bash had to guess.

The smart thing to do would be to ignore the cat and get started on finding a way out of this hole he’d found himself in, if he moved quickly he might even make it back before dinner, but almost without intending to he found himself instead kneeling next to it.

He sighed at himself, trying to ignore the thought of damnably patient gray eyes that had prodded him forward.

“This isn’t even going to work.” He grumbled, not that there was anyone here to hear him besides the pain-dazed animal. Still he gently laid his hand on the least damaged bit of cat he could find, closed his eyes, and tried to focus like Leal always instructed him to. ‘Focus on Mishakal, reach out to her and ask that she grant you the power you need. Let her grace flow through you, see it knitting the flesh back together-’

He recited the lesson in his mind, eyes scrunched shut and reaching with everything he had.

Nothing.

He opened his eyes, jaw clenched as he pulled his hand back from the still-dying cat. He’d failed, just another failure in a long line of them – a lifetime of them – but this time there was no one there to fix what was broken.

His eyes burned and he angrily blinked back the tears.

‘This is stupid of course I couldn’t do it. I don’t know why Leal would even think I cou-’ His breath caught as a flash of unnatural warmth flared in his chest, a faint tingling of magic he’d only even been on the receiving end of.

He looked down in shock at his hands as faint sparks of blue light danced over his fingers and, before he could think his way into messing this up, pressed his hands back to the lynx’s side.

The blue magic slid from his fingers to the lynx, sinking into its skin. Almost immediately the gouges stopped bleeding and slowly began to close, new skin blooming over wounds like they’d been healing for weeks.

Finally the magic died away again, the flesh under his hands now whole, leaving him kneeling – tired but strangely light – next to the cat.

“I did it?” He whispered disbelievingly to himself, thoughtlessly scooping the lynx up for a better look. “I did i- ow!”

A shock of pain sliced down the left side of his face and he instinctively dropped the cat who’d clawed him. Luckily she seemed more interested in getting away from him then doing more damage, jumping out of reach with a threatening hiss.

“You’re welcome.” He grumbled under his breath, pressing his sleeve up against the gashes across his eyebrow to staunch the bleeding as the lynx gave a displeased twitch of her tail and started to scramble up the rock face with a dignity he could never hope to duplicate.

Still, despite the fresh blood streaming down his cheek, Bash felt his lips twitch up in the first genuine smile he’d felt in a long time.

Maybe today hadn’t been so bad after all.

❓ A random fact or short drabble! Or make up your own question to ask the OC!

Lathander, despite being a bit of a stone cold bastard, really loves his mother. After his piece of shit dad died and he started getting more caught up in some of the more illegal dealings of his hometown, he’d saved up a decent bit of money and used it to buy his mom a place in a small town a ways away from the city where she could safely retire without getting caught up in dangerous dealings but also where she would have the security of knowing she would never be kicked back out onto the streets, something neither of them had ever had before.