#anon gave me the perfect prompt XD

[pezhead]

Hello!

I have been following your age gap au for a bit and love it so much. Man, if he had hair, Leo’s is gonna be gray by the time he’s ready for the surface, running around after all his brothers. Poor kid needs a bit of a break.

Do you have any drawings/ideas for Donnie and Leo bonding at all? They’re one of my favorite underrated duos in 12.

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If you’re still doing prompt, I’d love to see some asexual harrow. I’m also far to asexual and honestly started headcanoning her as ace because I absolutely could not (and honestly still kinda can not?) pick up on any sexual tension in book lol

Fun fact about me and sexual tension: I legitimately keep forgetting it’s a thing that exists. It seems fake to me. I can’t see it. I don’t really understand it, either. Even when reading books where characters actively sleep together on page I’m reading these sexual tension scenes and being like ??? That’s a real thing?

Like good for you guys but i just really do not get it XD

I tend to headcanon Harrow as acespec anyway (usually demisexual) because that just feels right to me, but fully ace Harrow is good too 😌

CW for some internalized aphobia (which is caused less by asexuality as an experience and more by societal expectations sucking and Harrow struggling with her self-worth in general).

I also wanted to lean a lot into a thing I commonly see with allo people writing ace characters, which is them assuming that either 1) ace characters can’t date allo characters or 2) that the allo character must be missing something and seeking sex elsewhere for the relationship to function, and work against both of these depressively common assumptions.

I did admittedly start working on this concept a while ago because of takes like that but this ask kicked my ass about finally finishing it :)

Sorry about this being kind of angsty, anon (though I promise it ends happily), if that’s not what you wanted I can write something else for you!

Majority under the cut again because this got long, I seem to be really bad at writing short things for these prompts, I will have to work on that, lol

Harrow had known she was a lesbian since she’d been a child with an unfortunate crush on the monster woman from a horror movie she should never have watched in the first place.

She wanted to hold her hand. She wanted to stroke her hair. She wanted to kiss her. She was maybe ten at the time, and had never held any particular interest in guys, friendship or otherwise. Girls were objectively pretty.

Where Harrow’s crushes stayed the same, those of her classmates became different as they grew older. They started talking about others having a ‘nice ass’ or ‘great hips’.

They were nonsense words to Harrow. Some people were objectively pretty, but which qualities did an ass have to possess to be ‘nice’? What made hips ‘great’?

The google search Harrow attempted in utmost confusion was inconclusive.

The good researcher that she was, she tried looking at pictures find a reliable measurement for it, try to scale it for herself, but it was useless. People’s hips and butts remained just that, the utterly uninteresting body parts of strangers.

That was when she came across the term ‘asexual’ for the first time.

It was confusing, at first, because Harrow knew she was a lesbian, so how could she not be attracted to anyone?

The good researcher that she was, Harrow did not let this initial confusion deter her from investigating further.

It took a few attempts, but putting the terms ‘asexual’ and ‘lesbian’ together gave her the answer she was looking for.

There it was, written in black letters on white background, logical and easy. There were different types of attraction. Harrow felt romantic attraction, but not sexual attraction. This was not weird, and it was not childish. It was just who she was.

Harrow found the same relief in knowledge that she always did. She was asexual. She was also a lesbian. She was perfectly content with that.

The first real issue with her sexuality came when Harrow fell in love.

Her second, arguably even more unfortunate infatuation was with one ginger idiot with perfect golden eyes.

Harrow had known Gideon since she’d been three years old, but it took until all the way to adulthood before they actually started getting along. And when they did, well… Gideon was kind, and she was brave, and she was handsome, and Harrow fell helplessly in love with her.

Harrow chided herself for even considering this, but from the way Gideon acted, she… almost thought the feelings were reciprocated. Harrow didn’t know what to do with that. She had never been wanted before. Not in any way that mattered. But it couldn’t last. Harrow knew Gideon wasn’t asexual. The fact was, despite Harrow not understanding it beyond procreational purposes, sex was an integral part of most relationships. Even if her feelings were reciprocated, and even if Harrow hadn’t been broken beyond repair in other areas, Gideon would have to give up on something she wanted if she decided to be with Harrow. She wouldn’t be able to fulfill societal expectations on how relationships worked. Worse, perhaps, Harrow wouldn’t be able to make Gideon happy.

So she tried to pull back on Gideon, before their situation inevitably had to end in mutual heartbreak.

…except, Gideon wasn’t the kind of person one could easily remove from their life. When Harrow wrote into the group chat that she wasn’t showing for board game night, Gideon immediately sent her several worried private messages asking if she was feeling okay and if she needed anything.

Harrow left her on read, but only briefly, because it made Gideon feel awful and made her ask if she’d done something wrong, which wasn’t what Harrow had wanted. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I just have a terrible headache, so I’m going to bed early.”

Thirty minutes later, someone threw a package of Advil and a bar of her favorite chocolate through her letter slot, a little sticky note attached saying “Wasn’t sure if you were still awake, otherwise I’d have rung the bell. Feel better soon :)”

Harrow avoided Gideon for two more weeks before Palamedes informed her that Gideon was sick and kept asking for her and Harrow finally admitted to herself that she couldn’t fucking do this.

She spent the rest of the week bothering Gideon with tea and soup and the occasional antifebrile, and on Sunday Gideon asked her to stay for a movie and fell asleep on her shoulder.

It would have been perfect, had Harrow at all known what to do with loving and being loved in return.

The following weekend, Gideon invited her over for dinner. This was something they did frequently, so Harrow thought nothing of it. Except, when she got there, she realized that they weren’t going to order out like they usually did—Gideon had cooked for her.

Dry rice with barely flavored sauce and steamed vegetables. There was something so terrifying and so beautiful about being known almost wholly that Harrow very nearly cried.

The whole meal they spent chatting and laughing and, occasionally, Gideon would make her a compliment, and Harrow would reciprocate, and it all felt so terribly easy.

Harrow tried to ignore the looming feeling that this felt more and more like a date—a date that she wanted to be on, except she hadn’t found the right moment to talk to Gideon about her asexuality yet, and so it would just hurt them both.

She ignored it right until the moment when Gideon walked her back to her apartment and asked if she could kiss her. Fuck.

“There’s something you should know before this goes any further,” she said, turning away from Gideon to inspect the hallway’s hardwood floor.

“Sorry if I made you uncomfortable,” Gideon said sheepishly. “If I completely misread the situation that’s totally embarrassing, but it’s not on you, and if I didn’t misread it but you’re just not ready to kiss me yet, or don’t want to for any other reason, that’s totally cool, too. It’s not… I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to.”

“I haven’t been entirely honest with you,” Harrow admitted, feeling terribly ashamed for leading Gideon on. “I am asexual. Sex-repulsed, specifically. This isn’t something I can compromise on. I understand if that means you no longer wish to kiss me.”

“Oh, is that it?” Gideon sounded weirdly relieved. “Cool. I totally still want to kiss you.”

Harrow blinked, completely taken aback. That was not how she’d imagined this conversation would go. “You don’t have to say that because you don’t want to upset me. I understand perfectly if this is a dealbreaker for you. I know it is for some people. I found myself unable to deny the romantic attraction I harbor for you, but I don’t want you to date me when I’m clearly not enough for you.”

“You are, though. Just you spending time with me is more than enough.” Gideon gently put a hand on Harrow’s jaw. “I know you’re the queen of overthinking things, but trust me when I say that I still want to go out with you just as much. My ideal relationship is someone who holds me when I’m sad and buys me comfort food to cheer me up, even though it’s bad for me, and who falls asleep on my shoulder, and who maybe sets my head straight when I’m being an idiot. You do all of those things. Why would this feel like a loss to me when I have all the rest of you to gain?”

Harrow only almost cried. “I really did make this so much more complicated than it needed to be, didn’t I?”

“You totally did,” Gideon said gently, and kissed her.

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Same anon who sent the cockwarming prompts. I thought of another character/prompt for it, and it's been stuck in my head all day. I hope you have fun with it :) (gonna be longer because this can't be contained in one paragraph XD)

Audrey II

You weren't entirely sure why Audrey decided that they were going to take care of you differently than how they usually did, with your lower half in their huge maw and tongue lapping at your bleeding folds for practically the whole week you're on the rag. But you certainly weren't complaining.

Instead, Audrey opted for this; stripping you of your whole attire, not just your bottoms and underwear, and keeping you close and wrapped up in their vines. Not restraining you necessarily. They occasionally gave you a squeeze- especially the vines wound around your breasts and thighs- though it felt more like they were trying to massage you rather than hold you tightly. Or like a tender embrace. All the while, keeping one vine buried deep inside your bleeding cunt. That was the only vine that didn't move. Not even an inch, despite you trying to buck into the plant limb.

This went on for a few minutes, before Audrey finally made a move; by pulling it out of you to suck on the blood and juices that leaked onto the vine. You whined from the empty feeling, though quickly relaxed again when you felt a another, previously unused vine prod at your pussy before filling you up again.

The throaty chuckle your alien lover let out made your thighs try to clench around the limb. You looked up to see the satisfied smirk on their lips, "Don't worry sweet thing, I ain't gonna leave you high and dry~ You just lay right here looking nice and delicious for me, ok baby~?"

Alright, wish me luck with THIS on my mind while I'm at work XD

PERFECT!

Omg, he would take such good care of his poor S/O!~ And he'd love it. Oh my god, the licking up the period blood!?!?!? My godddd, that hit me!! Ahh!! Goodluck at work!! XDD I'm struggling myself here after THIS! XD

Is this an... herbal remedy?? I'm sorry that's really dumb! 😅😅😅

Here's some more for you!

Ursula:

You're laid out against Ursula's body, using her breasts as a pillow, and your eyes closed heavily against your exhaustion. One of Ursula's tentacles pumps languidly, deeply inside of your slippery, bloody cunt at a regular pace that steals away all the pain of your cramps.

Her pudgy little fingers run through your hair constantly, as her greedy, beady eyes watch your flicker in and out of consciousness. You're just so fragile now~ So exposed, so completely hers to control~

Oh, you're such a pretty little thing. Absolutely precious. The least she can do for her poor little sea urchin is make you feel lovely and full when you're in pain~

Sykes:

His fingers stretch you just right, you feel like at the absolute precipice of orgasm every single time tat he curls them in- and he knows it. He loves that he's got such control over you, even just while he's doing paperwork! You are the sweetest little thing...

Lifting his gaze from the tax invoices on his desk in front of him and to the sexy little thing with her legs spread beside them. Without warning, Sykes gives a smirk and slips his bloody fingers free; Leaving you utterly cold and empty. "Ss- Sykes!"

"Hold on just a moment sweetheart, Daddy'll be right back."

"Hmm," You pout, closing your thighs together uncomfortably, watching him rub those two fingers against his thumb- the layer of ick and gore thick all over them, all the way to the bottoms. Then you watch him, eyes wide, as he brings them to his mouth and gives an experimental lick.

Your jaw drops open, but you don't say a word, waiting with baited breath for his thoughtful face to turn into one of complete disgust.

... But he just shrugs, another grin slipping across his mouth as he goes to push his fingers right back into you, filling you once again and making you sigh~ " Not bad, doll. Not bad... "

[luimagines]

*walks on tiredly, salutes, offers you tea, downs my own coffee like a shot, leaves a note without elaborating* Ello there, how do you do today? Hope you're doing well and happy new years!

So, regarding Lustrous Reader, a fic is in the works? It's just a little thing for context, and to give a little look at how Citrine/Lucky is doing (aka the branching to scenarios 1,2,3,4 and 5, also know as Neutral Ending, Bad Ending, I Can Make it Worse, Bittersweet Ending and By Ordona's Teats Turn it Back This is a Majora Level Scenario Ending), I'll link it here once it's done, mind you that it's likely not very good? I'm not too used to writing 2nd person plus have had a long past few days. Will likely work on the Fairy Tale compilation next. Thank you for listening to me ramble and inspiring me and for all your works in the fandom!

The sleep scenarios with Time, Twilight and Sky my beloveds- Look, those three basically worked together to hook me in on the fandom and Zelda in general, Twilight was the hook, Sky was the bait and Time was the fishermen whom once he pulled me in with his games I had zero inclinations to leave (Legend was the one with the fishing net btw, as if that was even necessary, man really had to hammer it in huh?), Me and that man may as well be childhood friends with how much I played his games when I was younger during good and bad times and still do nowadays when I can (because his and Legend's were the most easily accessible at the time), So anything with them makes me very soft and makes me smile a lot, it was incredibly fluffy and well written so really, thank you for your work portraying arguably my three favorite boys! Was an excellent pick me up, had a bad Christmas (a bad December in general, really) so having reading it with tea was really nice.

Warriors' soulmate au had me outright cackling my dog probably really does think I've lost it now, it's the perfect mix between sweet and hilarious, specially with the fake out and the highly longing thoughts and the Chain now knowing way too much and being generally scarred by it, it's just fantastic and I adore it to death (also Wild is me, I too would absolutely take pictures and videos for future blackmail material). And the one with bunny Legend gave me very warm and soft feelings which is amazing, I have a soft spot for him because, as mentioned before, Time wouldn't allow me to leave and Legend just made sure I wouldn't be able to anyway with his games so once again, thank you! You're doing divine work here and I hope you're having a nice day!

Now I'll be off, kind of have a headache, Happy New Year's!

-Just an Anon on A Stroll.

Gasp- I have tea now... Thank you, friend.

Don't hurt my baby Lucky!!! DX

"I can make it worse" Don't you dare!!!!! Give me my happy ending darn it!... And also the link when you're done, please. I'd love to read it.

I'm sorry you had a bad December, these last two days have been a bit of a doozy for me too. So I feel for you.

I'm glad you enjoyed Warrior's and Legend's prompts XD

I enjoyed writing them a lot. And given that it's been a bit heavy on your favorite boys, I'm happy to have done them justice! They're pretty high on my list too. <3

Take care of yourself, Anon! I'll see you when you loop around from your stroll once more. :D

And prepare some snacks for your visit in advance. <3

[ai-anons-stuff]

A.I Anon bringing you the gewd stuff~~

@eldritch-spouse​

DALL-E Miniiii, nice guess but not quite! The software I currently work with isn't completely accessible to the public right now! But it is a lotttt more refined and adaptable compared to Mini as you will see below! Btw your prompts weren’t dumb or little in the slightest! They were great :33

I had to censor a few of the images so it wouldn't trigger anything on Tumblr! (Would it do that?? Ive never actually posted anything before, ive always been a lurker!!)

Quick note! c: Regarding your thoughts on there being a long way to go in terms of image-generating algorithms, I truly believe we're really close to getting there! It's just that all the good ones are being worked on before letting themselves be used by the public. I've gotten amazing things from these, it's exciting! I mess around with it on the side cause it's fun, but as a person who also dabbles in drawing, it's really helped me during my moments with artist's block! It'll be a useful tool to work alongside of as an artist since it really gets the creative juices flowing.

But that's not what we're here for! Here are the A.I's outputs for your prompts: (P.S some of the faces might look weird, but that’s cuz the Ai isn’t perfect XD However, it kinda works with the overall image at times!)

Naga Monster Prompt:

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(Shape of Water anyone?? hehe)

Shadow Man Selfie Prompt:

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(The shadowy figure in the first image on the right looks like it could have been a girl but the Ai forgot to add her legs lol)

Scary Mermaid Singing Prompt:

(The woman on the boat looks like she might be playing the violin for the mermaid creature! How cute, a duet!!)

> The Biblically Accurate Angel Prompt did not create a desired output, but I kinda expected that cause I’ve tried a similar one wayy before you recommended it (which made me laugh when I read it cuz I was like “great minds think alike”). The angel it gave out was a regular human looking one unfortunately ;m; Not worth posting...

Buff Rich Demon Starbucks Prompt:

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(Oh stars these were some of my favorite XD I didn’t think the output would be that charming and funny!!)

Smiling Drider Monster Prompt:

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(This is the only prompt that took two tries to get something right, but I believe that is because the Ai did not know what a Drider was. I replaced it with Spider cause when I looked it up that’s what it resembled best and got what you see above! Kinda cute!)

So, that’s all I got!! Thanks again Pinnie for your suggestions, if you ever have anymore monster related stuff I could try lmk! But I can’t guarantee doing all of them cuz I only do this when I have free time! c: Sending hearts!

~ A.I Anon dabbin out

[heloisedaphnebrightmore]

hii that last anon was me ! this is @georgeweasleysupremacyyy !im sorry i fogot to add the emoji ! Im new to tumblr so this is rather confusing for me but heres the emoji: ⚔️ also i truly hope the request wasnt overwhelming! Do wahtever you'd like! I just really like your writing !!

Hello, love ( @georgeweasleysupremacyyy )

You gave me quite a large request in your other ask, but after taking it apart, I have finally found what I wanted to do with it :D I wrote multiple one shots because I felt they were a lot for a single short story, but piece by piece they were perfect. And even though you said I don't have to use them all, my mind started off on its own so hey, don't blame me! You requested one George Weasley, I gave you three xD

I used the below parts only if you don't mind, because the "fuck it" trope was already in my Regulus Black x Reader fic, therefore I did not want to use it. But I already mentioned that in my previous reply :)

⚔️ Sword - Blurb with prompt

Request no.1 :

"you're not supposed to be together at the moment, but you're caught up with each other in your room, making-out on the bed. suddenly, there's a knock on the door, and your lover has to hide under the bed before your friend enter. if your lover is hiding under the bed, they might even reach out for your hand, and you have to slap it away to avoid being caught."

A sneaky touch [George Weasley x Reader] - Posted!

Summary:

George decides to surprise you, wanting to spend some time alone with you. But your idyllic moment is quickly ruined when Angelina comes to your room, punching your door in the form of a very angry knock.

Request no.2:

"you're not supposed to be together at the moment, but you're caught up with each other in your room, making-out on the bed. suddenly, there's a knock on the door, and your lover has to hide in the wardrobe, before your friend/parent enter. alternatively, if you walk past the wardrobe your lover is hiding in, while trying to get your friend/parent to leave the room, your lover pulls you into it, and suddenly you've disappeared, leaving your friend/parent flabbergasted because where are you"

Weasley secrecy [George Weasley x Reader] - Posted!

Summary:

George and you have been hiding your relationship for the past couple of months, but Fred is onto you and you do everything in your power to hide it, even the silliest of things.

Request no.3:

"we haven't seen each other in two months and i'm at the airport to pick you up, then i see you, and i sprint over to you, and jump into your arms, with such force i almost knock you off your feet" from @/screnwriter's prompt list

Fools in love [George Weasley x Reader] - Posted!

Summary:

Your best friend, George has been gone for 3 months, but when he finally decides to come back, you welcome him in a warm embrace which none of you can step away from.

I hope you will like them ^^

Battle of Swords; 2.9k followers and 1st anniversary celebration event

[dreamdropxoxo]

Your fills for the kissing prompts are so precious 😍 OMG they make me so happy and I love them so much and I’m always hoping someone will send you a prompt (because I’m too shy to do it myself). When it comes to Damen and Laurent I’m a big sucker for fluff and you write the sweetest and fluffiest stories for them and I just want to thank you so much for your stories. They’re really making my life brighter!! And I'm already looking forward to reading your longer stories on AO3!

Hello my dear anon 🥰

Thank you so much for your sweet and lovely words. I‘m so glad you like my fills for the kissing prompts and the fluff I share here for Lamen. I‘m so moved by your kindnes 😭❤️.

So here a kissing prompt for you! (Don‘t be too shy to request a prompt from me! I delight in them and although it might take some time I‘ll always write them.) I‘m sorry it took me so long to answer your ask, but I wanted to save it until I could provide you with a satisfying prompt. I chose 31 xD I hope that‘s alright 🥰.

The prompt is from the list here, where you find an overview over all my answers. (Original post of the prompt list here). 

31. Pulling away from a kiss, whispering words of love against each other’s lips.

Laurent knew he could be cold, unapproachable and entirely too harsh. He was aware of his flaws, aware of his actions and reactions most of the time too and, at the same time, he knew he had settled in the years of his relationship with Damianos.

He liked it. Damen gave him a solid foundation with his unconditional love and affection, helped him rediscover that little part of himself that had died with Auguste at Marlas. He also loved the knowledge that for once in his life he didn’t have to look over his shoulder all the time and make every single decision alone because he had no idea who could be trusted.

“Love, look at me,“ Damen’s voice was soft but insistent and Laurent felt his gaze snap up immediately. A small shudder wracked his body as he saw the tender smile on the sensual mouth of his husband.

“Good. Very good, love. You look so beautiful.“ Damen lowered his head and pressed his lips to Laurent’s collarbone. He peppered small kisses from one shoulder to the other and then all over his chest. Damen nibbled at the skin of his right pectoral and then bit his nipple lightly. It made Laurent’s back arch and a breathless gasp tumble over his lips.

His husband had teased him mercilessly for the last three hours. It was the sweetest torture consisting of fleeting touches, soft kisses and tender praise and Laurent couldn’t think anymore— he didn’t want to think anymore. He just wanted to drown in all the attention and love he could get his hands on and Damen had it all in spades.

“Do you have the slightest idea how wonderful you are, Laurent?“ Damen asked him while looking in his eyes and he could only shake his head. The hand on his hip was utterly distracting.

“You are perfect. I don’t know how a person so wonderful can exist. You’re so strong and intelligent and beautiful, inside and out.“ Damen kissed his way up Laurent’s chest, his neck and finally his lips while his thumb rubbed small circles entirely too close to Laurent’s cock to be anything else but maddening. However, the blond didn’t protest, didn’t complain or demand, but just took all of Damen’s affection, soaked it up like a sponge.

“Thank you,“ he breathed as he tried to convey with his eyes that he was not talking about the compliments. Damen rubbed his nose against Laurent’s cheek and rumbled, “there is absolutely nothing you have to thank me for, love. I’m only telling you the truth and that’s something you’ll always have from me.“

“But still, thank you,“ Laurent repeated as his eyes fluttered closed and Damen bit his neck hard enough that there would be a bruise for sure. The king of Akielos was a possessive man and everybody knew it by now. Laurent indulged him only too willingly after all.

“Thank you, my love, for giving me the opportunity to love you.“

Laurent knew there was something amusing behind these words but his brain was too sluggish to deduce the meaning fast enough for an immediate answer, and when he finally got his thoughts together again Damen was already kissing his way down his abs.

“I didn‘t give you the opportunity, dear, you gave me no choice,“ he teased, or tried to tease, but failed due to Damen suckling on the joint of his thigh and hip.

“Well, I am very charming.“

“I‘m sure,“ Laurent replied as steadily as he could.

“Just ask my husband, he‘d agree with me and he‘s the smartest person in the world, so he should know.“ Damen skimmed his teeth along the inside of Laurent‘s thigh and he wanted to press further into the touch and pull back at the same time.

“He must be the smartest person in the world if he married you.“

This had the desired effect; Damen slid his whole body back up, the movement one long tease and kissed him again with a groan.

“You‘re driving me mad, love. I want you so badly.“

“Then have me.“

Another kiss and when Damen pulled back this time, it was to the words, “I love you,“ falling from his lips. Laurent couldn‘t help himself, he smiled.

“I love you too.“

[lancermylove]

Thief (HC)

Fandom: Magi

Pairing: Sinbad x Reader

Warning: None

Requested by: Anon

Prompt: Hey!! I’m new to your blog so sorry if I don’t request properly. May I request a Sinbad x fem! Insert hc where she breaks into the palace and tries to steal one of the kings metal vessels at night so everyone is asleep, just so she can sell them to the Kou empire- only for Sinbad to have noticed her presence and in no time have her under him.. yeah something like that xd

A/N: I am not really sure how to interpret “have her under him”, but if you want a second part to this, then let me know. If I had continue any further, then this request would’ve turned into a nsfw, especially since we’re talking about Sin. XD 

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You quietly jumped onto the large white balcony and quickly hid, making sure no one saw you.

Sighing in relief, you placed your clammy hand on your racing heart. 'So far, so good. Wow, this is a lot easier than I thought.' 

Excited that you were going to succeed in your mission, your confidence grew beyond limits. "I am going to be filthy rich! Kou Empire, here I come with the most valuable items you'll ever see," you mumbled under your breath.

While you did a little dance, you failed to notice a presence looming behind the grand glass doors. 

"Hasn't anyone ever told you that overconfidence leads to one's downfall?" 

As soon as the deep voice hit your ears, you froze. When you turned your head, your horrified eyes met with a pair of alluring amber eyes. 

Studying the man's features, you had a realization. 'Amber eyes and purple hair? Oh, no...'

"K-Ki-King S-Sin-bad?" 

"Hello, beautiful. What is it that you said?" He raised an eyebrow and gave a dry smile, "You're going to be filthy rich. Kou Empire, here I come."

Though Sinbad was smiling, his eyes silently threatened you to stay still or else. 

"Did you come here to take my metal vessels?" His voice was growing ominous by the minute. 

Your mind screamed at you to run, but your body couldn't move. It was as though the young king had you spellbound. 

You couldn't get your eyes off his handsome, perfect features, and his magnetic aura drew you towards him. You finally understood why women were so crazy about him.

Your mentor's words ran through your mind. King Sinbad can make any woman fall for him, so be careful. DON'T fall for him. 

'Don't fall for him. Don't fall for him.' You began to chant though words in your head, giving you enough strength to pry your eyes from his face. 

Getting back control of your mind, you suddenly dashed towards the balcony ledge. 

Unfortunately for you, the king was too sharp and already knew you were planning to escape. He grabbed your arm and pinned you against the wall. 

"Do you really think that I will let you escape?" 

You stared at him, drinking in his attractive features once again. The moonlight caressed his face, adding a soft glow to him. 

"How should I punish you?" As he said those words, he brought his face closer to yours. 

You once again tried to chant those words don't fall for him, but this time around, your mind refused to cooperate with you. 

All you could do was stare into his eyes and hope for mercy. 

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Lol, all the new info about the solangelo and delix kids made me want to have a fic just about them. So I was wondering if that would be possible? xD

Hello, Anon!

I know it has been forever since you sent this prompt, but it wasn't forgotten!

I hope this is worth the wait

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The Kids

· Because Solangelo and Delix both set down in California, Solangelo in New Rome and Delix stays in Northern California; they see each other a lot, as do their kids.

· The fact that Michael and Lee (Nico and Will's twins) and Mason (Felix and Dean's son) are a little more than a year apart just added to their drive to get together as a family. The kids could entertain each other, and they always got along well. The twins were challenging to entertain when they were little, so this is a big deal.

· Will and Dean always figured the three of them would always get along because, well, that was how they were, but Nico and Felix had their doubts. They figured that as the three got older and if (when) the twins started showing their demigod powers that they would drift.

· Nico and Felix turned out to be completely wrong, and the three just got closer as they got older.

· You would think, since Mason is the oldest of the three, he would take on the leadership role in the group, but that isn't how it works out. Mason is a pretty even-keeled kid. He definitely got Dean's tendency to want to put his head down and do his work. He can and does take the leadership role during team things like sports but not when the twins are involved.

· The twins are a damn handful from the moment they are born, and they never really change. Both of them are outgoing in their own ways. Lee is more competitive and will jump at the opportunity to take on a challenge, while Michael is more social- he can (and will) start a conversation with pretty much anyone he meets. The two are also a perfect storm of trouble because Michael will come up with an idea like they should buy fake ids and sneak into a club, and Lee will view it as a challenge, so he wants to do it, and they will absolutely find a way to talk Mason into joining them. Mason definitely tries his hardest to keep them out of trouble and manages to be at least somewhat successful sixty-five percent of the time.

· The twins love showing up at Mason's mortal school events, so even though they do not go there, most of Mason's classmates recognize them. They are also pretty much honorary members of Mason's lacrosse team. While Mason gives them shit for being menaces, he really likes when they show up, it definitely stops things from getting boring.

· Mason visits New Roman as well, even though not as much because going to New Roman can be a process as a mortal going to New Roman. Still, he has teamed up with the twins and a few of the other children of the seven around their age to case a little harmless trouble on the weekend.

· Btw, Dean has had several conversations with a teenage Mason about precisely what to do if he finds himself being hit on by a horny god (with very specific things to say to Apollo or Dionysus). Mason considers these the most embarrassing conversations he has ever had with his days. It's bad enough that his middle-aged dads still act like teenagers half the time and CAN'T keep their hands off each other. He doesn't want to hear about how Greek gods had tried to bone them back in the day. Grandpa Solace jumping in with "Just remember, Apollo isn't nearly as good in bed as he claims, and you can take my word for it" doesn't help with the awkwardness. He would rather have to go through the birds and bees talk a million times over.

· All three of these boys are NOT STRAIGHT. Michael is gay, while both Lee and Mason are bisexual. It's hard to say that Michael or Lee "came out" because it happened so organically. There was no sit everyone down and tell them moment. Instead, it was just "I LIKE like that boy" or "that boy is really cute" when they were like twelve. Mason takes FOREVER to admit this to himself and even longer to admit it to anyone else. Michael and Lee KNOW way before Mason admits to anything, and neither of them lets him hid from it. Lee tries the comforting approach hoping Mason will admit it while Michael goes more the exposure therapy route- he'll point out cute guys and ask what Mason thinks. He tricked Mason into going to a few gay events without Mason knowing until it was too late to back out.

· FYI, Mason comes out to Lee first, but only because they get into a fight because Lee is flirting with a boy; Mason secretly has a massive crush on (or at least he thinks it's a secret, but everyone can tell). Michael is solidly pissed about this for months, but that doesn't stop him from trying to play matchmaker.

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The rain had stopped, and Mason supposed he should have been happy about that, but the lingering sense of tension and danger made it hard to appreciate. He, Michael, and Lee had already walked one block north of Gypsy Bar, and Mason was hoping as they put even more distance between themselves and the bar that sense of unease would dissipate at least a little.

They had been walking in silence for several minutes. That was a rare thing, and Mason hoped it meant that it was one of those rare occasions that his cousins were thinking about how horrible their idea had been, but Lee killed that hope the moment he opened his mouth.

"Well, we had to try," Lee declared.

Mason looked over and up because, of course, Lee was at least three inches taller than him. That would have been more annoying if Mason was at all insecure about his height, but at six foot he was comfortable. Also, he had a couple of inches on Michael, which helped.

Lee's hair looked practically white instead of its usual light blonde under the street lights' harsh glare, and his complexion seemed extra fair. Even his freckles were lost in the artificial light. Not surprisingly, there wasn't a single sign of worry on his face.

Maybe if Mason had Greek god powers, he would have been relaxed too, but he didn't. That call for adventure that Lee and Michael had just seemed like asking for trouble to Mason, the mere mortal. "Not with the worse fake IDs in history," Mason pointed out yet again.

"They were not that bad!" Michael was quick to defend.

This was not the first time Mason had heard that, and it didn't make it any less ridiculous. One of Michael and Lee's dads was literally a doctor that could heal people by touching them. There was no fucking excuse for their inability to see what was right in front of them. Why Michael had even bought the IDs, having seen them, Mason would never understand.

"They looked like they were hand-drawn by a preschool," Mason pointed out, "And the names were ridiculous."

"Pictures didn't look much like us," Lee agreed.

Michael let out a long, loud sigh, pushed a dark strand of hair that had fallen out of his ponytail and into his eye line, and tucked it behind his ear. While Lee looked like the stereotypical California surfer dude, Michael almost looked Mediterranean. He had light brown hair that he had grown out over the last year and now almost exclusively wore tied up, and he naturally had a more tan, almost olive complexion. Even with the differences, it was impossible not to recognize the two as twins immediately. They both had the same sharp facial features, lean and athletic builds, and light blue eyes.

Mason was the obvious odd man out in the group. His hair was somewhere between a light brown and a dark blonde, and his eyes were hazel rather than blue. His build was boxier, and he was definitely wider in the shoulders than his cousins, but that might have been because he had been playing lacrosse since he was eight. His facial features were also a little more square and angular. It might not have been a stretch to believe the three of them were related, but no one was going to mistake them for triplets.

"Okay, that is enough with the pouting," Michael declared with just a little bit of annoyance in his voice. Mason was a little surprised it had taken that long because usually, the more outrageous and destined to fail one of Michael's plans were, the more annoyed he got when it did, in fact, fail. "At least we got a fun story out of it," he stated.

Knowing Michael, he really did see that as a win which was crazy. Mason fucking loved his cousins. They were literally his best friends and really always had been, but sometimes they were crazy to be around. Mason put that on all the demigod stuff. After all, if you have literally trained to fight monsters since you were a little kid getting fake IDs and trying to sneak into a twenty-one and over club probably didn't sound all that crazy.

Mason wasn't exactly a fucking nun. Sneaking into a bar didn't sound completely crazy but trying to get into a bar known for checking IDs with comically bad fake IDs did.

"We are lucky they didn't call the police," Mason pointed out flatly. The bouncer had decided to take pity on them for some reason after giving them one hell of a fucking lecture, and Mason would forever be grateful. "Or worse, our parents," he added with a shutter.

"What are you worried about?" Lee asked with a laugh, "Uncle Dean and Uncle Felix would have been totally cool."

Mason gave Lee a serious look. "Nothing about my parents is cool," he stated firmly, "No matter how many people say otherwise."

"You really are a master of denial," Lee commented teasingly before patting his shoulder and adding, "It's kind of impressive."

The fact was Mason was well aware that his dads were pretty cool. If they had been called and told Mason had been caught with a fake ID trying to sneak into a bar, they probably wouldn't have even yelled at him. Neither of them were big yellers. Mason would have gotten one hell of a disapproving lecture which Mason was convinced was worse than yelling ever could be. He definitely would have lost a whole bunch of privileges for the foreseeable future.

Unfortunately, Mason had been hearing about how cool his dads were since he could remember. The fact that Felix getting early releases of video games all the time helped. Dean always bringing Mason and his friends for ice cream after practice when he was younger didn't hurt. As he got older, he just became the one with the cool parents in all his friend groups. It got old after a while, and that was before the term DILF started getting thrown around.

He would have been more annoyed if it was anyone besides Lee and Michael. They had it just as bad as he did, even if it was slightly different. Uncle Nico was practically a legion among Demigods for all the questing he did as a teenager, and even if he had just sat on his ass, he was still the son of Hades, which was a big thing. Uncle Will didn't have the history with all the questing, but he played an important role in some battle, which was enough to give him some fame. The twins had to deal with their fair share of people going full-on hero-worship over their dads, and then there was the fact that Uncle Nico had worked as a model for like five years.

Mason might not have been truly pissed off, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to flip Lee off for that comment. He did grin as he did it, at least so it was clear that it was all good.

They had walked about half a block as they had talked, and they made it about a block more in silence before Michael huffed. "So what are we going to do now?" he asked. Mason went to answer but barely got an opportunity to take a breath before Michael held up a finger to cut him off. "And the answer of going home is not allowed, so just don't even say it," he stated firmly.

Mason didn't get why going home, playing video games, ordering a pizza, and hanging out was such a bad idea. His dads were out on a date night, so they probably would have had the house to themselves, not that that mattered. According to Michael, that was just not an acceptable way for them to spend their evening, and in fairness, he had made that clear before then. That didn't mean that wasn't exactly what Mason had been prepared to suggest, but he wasn't really surprised that Michael warned him not to before he got a chance.

Mason stopped and looked around to get a feel for where they were. Since they were in West Berkeley, it was more his stomping ground rather than the twins. If it were New Rome, the twins would have a list of places they could go and things they could do, so he guessed it was on him to at least come up with one suggestion.

If he was honest, he only had a vague idea of where they were, and it wasn't a part of the city he visited often, so he didn't have the best idea of what was around. Ultimately, he went with the first thing that came to mind. "There is a really cool vintage bookstore like two blocks from here," he stated, pointing in the direction he thought it was.

It might have been the first thing he had thought of, but Mason didn't think it was a half-bad idea. He had been to the place a few times with Dean because Dean had a radar for little bookstores, and it didn't matter what they were doing or where they were supposed to be; he had to go in. It was such a well-known fact that Felix always looked up where bookstores were when they went on vacation so they could plan when they went. The little bookstore that Mason couldn't remember the name of had actually been pretty cool.

"You found an answer worse than go home," Michael commented flatly, "Why do you hurt me like this?"

Mason rolled his eyes because now Michael was just overdramatic. "They serve coffee and stuff," he informed.

"Coffee actually sounds pretty fucking good," Lee admitted, which was a good sign. Of the two, Michael always wanted to do something big and over-the-top. Lee could be like that sometimes, but he was more likely to see reason when Michael was just suggesting something crazy. Usually, if Mason could get Lee on his side, he had a chance. If Lee backed Michael's idea, then it was only a matter of time before Mason agreed to whatever insanity had been planned.

Michael stared between Mason and Lee with clear disapproval. "We can not go from trying to sneak into a 21 and over club to drinking coffee in a used bookstore," he stated with disgust before just shaking his head with disappointment, "Honestly, what is wrong with you two?"

"Okay," Lee declared, managing to sound just as unamused by Michael as Michael was with them. Lee was infinitely better at dealing with his brother when he was being dramatic than Mason was. "How about we go into that pizza place-" he pointed past Mason toward a small pizza place just across the street from where they were standing, "-and talk to the cute girls that are walking in."

"Well, that doesn't sound like fun for me!" Michael grumbled as he turned and assessed the option for a split second. "Oh, there is a couple of boys that could be cute! I don't hate that idea."

Mason gave in and turned to see what they were talking about and immediately wanted to crawl into a hole and die. "Oh my god, could you too stop staring," he hissed as he turned his back on the scene and hoped no one saw him.

They should have gone to New Rome.

Of course, both Michael and Lee were staring at him, and he knew they were going to ask. Neither of them was precisely known for letting things go either.

"What?" Mason shrugged, sounding more defensive than he meant to, "They are people from my school."

Michael and Lee exchanged a look that was never a good thing. It was one of those weird twin silent communication things they would do, and it usually meant they were about to tag team, Mason. It never worked out well.

"You know them?" Michael asked, although he managed to give the question far more weight than such a simple question should have had.

Lee was even less subtle as he stared at Mason with obvious suspicion, "How come we don't know them?"

Obviously, Michael and Lee didn't go to Mason's high school because they were in New Rome, but they hung around with Mason enough that they knew all of Mason's school friends and a fair number of his classmates. It wasn't necessarily weird that they didn't know someone that Mason knew from school, but it was a more rare occurrence. On this specific occasion, it actually made a lot of sense because they were people Mason only recently started getting to know.

"It looked like Theo and a few of the other kids from the theater club," Mason explained. Mason was not a theater kid. Even if he had wanted to be, he never would have had time with lacrosse and soccer. Since he was a junior and apparently would benefit from diversifying his afterschool activities (so saith his guidance counselor), he joined the AV club and somehow ended up helping with the school play, so he got to know some of the theater kids over the last few months. Not a big deal in the slightest. "And for the record, you two aren't entitled to know all my school friends," he pointed out just to prove a point.

Michael and Lee exchanged another look.

"Theo?" Lee questioned.

"Interesting," Michael commented.

Mason's heart jumped into his throat. Had he said that name? He hadn't meant to, but it must have just slipped out. He was absolutely fucked because the twins weren't going to let that go, and that was the last thing Mason needed. Theo was just a dude with great hair that made Mason feel weird sometimes, and he didn't want to talk about that.

Play it cool, Mason told himself through his internal panic. He shrugged, which felt like the most unnatural gesture ever. "He hangs out with a lot of the AV kids helping with the play," he explained. More accurately, he hung around many band kids helping with the play, and Mason had to adjust the audio equipment a fair amount. After talking a few times, Mason may have invited him to hang out with the AV kids, and the guy took him up on that. There was no fucking way he was telling Lee and Michael that story. "I've learned his name. It isn't a big deal," he stated. That at least was true, and no one would convince Mason otherwise.

Michael and Lee were silent for a long moment, just staring at him before Michael broke the silence. "You know what? Pizza sounds fantastic," He declared before turning on his heels and starting across the street. He was halfway across before he called over his shoulder, "And I love a good theater club. Always fun gays."

Lee patted Mason on the shoulder, which turned into him practically pushing Mason forward toward the pizza shop. "So, which one is Theo exactly," Lee asked in a mischievous tone.

Now Mason wished their wrong fake IDs had worked.

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A little distraction Part 3

This was prompted by @rufina72 as well as two anons and at least one AO3 user. I have to admit I lost track on AO3 because apparently people really enjoy this story line XD Hope you do to!

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Reed900, Hannor/Hancon Part 1 link not available   [Part2]   [Part4]   [Part5]   [Read complete on AO3]

‘S-s-so Connor is your brooother?’ They were driving through Detroit’s streets covered by snow slush and salt. It would be a pain to get the hardened dirt from the road off his car later, Richard thought as quiet Christmas music accompanied their drive. ‘Yes. Older by roughly five years’, he answered. ‘We’re very close.’ ‘And he w-w-will be the only one there?’ Again, Richard nodded. ‘Yeah, him and his boyfriend. Guess I have to update that to husband soon, they plan to marry as soon as legislation has caught up with recognising androids as persons in every aspect.’ ‘No other f-f-family?’ Richard frowned, face falling instinctively, before he forced himself to cheer up.

‘Nah. Our father died in a car accident. I was three years old; I don’t remember much of him but photos. Connor knew him more and always said he was a nice guy. Our mother was always at work, too absorbed in her studies. It changed a bit when father died, but still she wasn’t home much. Connor basically was the one raising me, and he blames mom for not being there for me.’ ‘And y-y-you?’ ‘Nah’, he laughed. ‘It was normal for me; I didn’t know anything else. But we both agree that me and him, we are family and she doesn’t belong in that definition. And that we’ll do it better should we ever get kids.’ Gavin nodded slowly. ‘How’s he?’ ‘Caring?’, Richard began, having to think of the right words to express what he felt when thinking of his brother. ‘Overly protective. Overly friendly. It can be annoying at times. But he is honest too and understands boundaries. He never said anything when I had my silent phases, just came to my room and did whatever he did close to me keeping me company. He seems to always know what you need right now and I think that’s his most treasurable attribute.’ ‘Hooope he knows that with meee too, not just you. Wh-wh-what I told you, I won’t tell anyooone else.’

Nines risked a look to the side to Gavin, who had ducked his head in between his shoulders and fidgeted with a button on his shirt. ‘Hey.’ He stopped at a red light and was about to touch the android comfortingly, refraining from it last second as he remembered his reaction to that. ‘Hey, if it gets too much at any point, tell me. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.’ Gavin quickly looked out of the window and nodded, obviously embarrassed.

-

They arrived at a small house draped in tasteful Christmas decoration. Not too much and in exactly the right colours to make it feel cosy, warm and welcoming. Gavin stepped out of the car watching the lights and trying not to think of how he had lifted up the kids so they could help putting them up in their old home. They were fond memories made all the more sour by his loss. He knew his LED was likely red again, alerting the strange human that had picked him up of his  composure slipping, but if Richard noticed, he didn’t say anything, just walking ahead and smiling back at him as an invitation to follow him. Gavin swallowed and hastily walked through the snow to the freed path leading to the door. Nines was already standing there, hand hovering over the doorbell.

‘Richard!’ The door was almost ripped open by someone who looked exactly like the other human, maybe an inch smaller and a lot more expressive. ‘You came!’ ‘I promised, didn’t I?’ Connor hugged the other human and grinned from one ear to the other. ‘Yes of course, but still!’ Only then did he turn to Gavin, who was awkwardly standing half behind Richard and watched them. It was hard to blink away the warning popping up over and over again. Connor moving towards Richard. Threat. Warning. Richard returning his hug, the arm passing through Gavin’s personal space at that. Warning. Threat. Connor turning around. Threat. Run. Gavin didn’t know since when he was stuck in this analysis mode, but he was sick of flinching and glitching at any movement. ‘This must be your plus one?’, he asked Richard with a wink and held out a hand towards Gavin. ‘Hello, I’m Connor.’ Gavin couldn’t suppress taking a step back. ‘I-I-I’m Gaaavin’, he said, cursing his voice box for glitching now out of all times. Connor let his hand fall, but smiled at him, completely ignoring his stutter and hangers. ‘Hello Gavin, nice to meet you! Merry Christmas! Come in, you two! Hank’s getting out the food already!’

They followed Connor in and got rid of their shoes, before entering the living room. Connor instructed them to sit down and hurried into the kitchen to help Hank. When the larger android came to greet them, Gavin dared to relax a bit. He was deviant too, sending a friendly greeting ping to him. He looked gentle, trusting and didn’t have any marks on him. Hank put down plates for Connor and Richard, while Connor came back with two mugs of warmed Thirium for the androids as well as blue tinged cookies. ‘Can you eat?’, Hank asked him then. ‘You are an older model, right?’ Gavin nodded. ‘I am. B-b-but I caaan eat. I g-g-got the upgrade when Kathy- I got the upgrade.’ Hank lifted a brow at the errors and swallowed sentence, but otherwise didn’t mention it. ‘Then I hope they taste, Connor made them. He has no talent.’ ‘Excuse me?’, the human answered, elbowing Hank. Gavin expected damage, but it was a friendly gesture. ‘I can cook great.’ ‘Yeah’, Hank countered. ‘If you count heating up frozen pizza.’ ‘Hey, that’s all I can do, too, so I’ll side with Connor here’, Richard laughed. ‘What’s your verdict, Gavin?’

He looked into the other’s faces, still overwhelmed by it all. Instead of answering, he took one of the cookies and nibbled on the edge. He hadn’t really eaten much since he had gotten the upgrade and his tank didn’t allow for more than one meal anyways. It tasted… sweet. The texture was interestingly grainy and gave in to force easily. Not able to stand being stared at any longer, he just shrugged and said: ‘It tastes good?’ ‘See!’, Connor grinned. ‘Gavin likes it. I can’t be that bad then!’ ‘Or your recipe was good.’ ‘Or he did something wrong and accidentally saved otherwise horrible cookies.’ Connor crossed his arms. ‘Oh, shut up, Nines, try baking something you can’t even try because it’s literal poison for you!’ Richard laughed, and it eased the mood into simpler waters.

They continued talking for a while exchanging about what they had been up to lately. Gavin listened, but was content not to be involved at all, eating the cookies Connor had prepared. He actually liked them a lot and it was quite relaxing to just munch away on them. ‘And? How did you two get to know each other?’ He froze, sharing a look with Richard. ‘Errr…’ ‘Do you know that red light at the corner of that mattress store?’ Connor frowned, then nodded. ‘Yeah, you have to wait ages until you can drive on.’ ‘Somehow timing was perfect, and we saw each other every day when my shift ended.’ He looked over to Gavin and he nodded, thanking him inwardly to not tell them his whole life story. ‘Today I decided to talk to him.’ Connor looked over to Gavin disbelievingly. ‘My brother spoke to you first?’ Gavin huffed. ‘Y-Yes, he did. I-I-I lost my family because of the revolution. Had nowhere to go. He invited me to come with him.’ ‘So you really aren’t more than strangers’, Hank asked. ‘Kind of?’, Gavin shrugged. ‘But Richard seeeems like a nice g-g-guy and I don’t have m-m-much to lose.’ Connor swallowed. ‘I’m sorry to hear that’, he said. ‘You are welcome here any day if you need a place to stay.’ The android ducked his head, blushing. ‘Richard offered that already and I agreed to try it out.’ That shifted their attention towards the man completely.

‘Nines, are you ill? Initiating conversation, bringing someone for dinner and inviting them into your home?’ ‘Fuck off, Connor, seriously. Call it a Christmas miracle.’ Connor shook his head. ‘Would be one hell of one.’ Richard threw him a look and laughed. ‘Connor, just because it’s rare it doesn’t mean it never happens.’ ‘It was awkwaaard as hell too’, Gavin added carefully. ‘Have to admit I thought he was some sort of weirdo first.’ Connor smiled as Nines rested his hand on his arm. ‘Okay, that sounds more like my brother.’

‘Really? A weirdo?’, Richard asked Gavin. ‘I thought aaaaafter our last talk you appreciated h-h-honesty.’ ‘Yeah, okay, but you don’t just tell someone they are a weirdo.’ ‘It’s the truth.’ Richard sighed. ‘I don’t think you are oooone now th-th-th-though’, he added. ‘Thanks, at least there’s that then…’ Richard looked up at Connor. ‘What?’

The other human was grinning at them both and tried to hide it badly. ‘I’m happy, Nines. Really. I’m glad you both are here today. Come on, let’s watch a movie and then presents!’

-

The longer they spent at Connor’s house, the more at ease Gavin felt. No one asked him about his past or why he was malfunctioning all over. It surely was a question that burned in their minds, he could feel it, but they consciously didn’t question him. He was just being accepted as a part of their Christmas celebration as if he hadn’t just been picked up from some scrapyard and put into nice clothing. It felt like he… Like he had been here last year and the year before. Almost like… like he belonged. Like a family. He just had to reach out a hand and take the chance Richard had offered him and all of this would turn from pretend to reality. It was weird thinking about it, especially when every connection to the word family brought up memories of loss and grief about old happiness.

But was it wrong to want this again? To wish for another chance at building new memories? He looked at Richard from the corner of his eyes. The man was completely fixed on the TV in front of them, body relaxed and close to him but far away enough not to impose or cause stress. Gavin swallowed and looked over to Connor and Hank on the other couch under a blanket lying close, Hank holding the human and caressing his hair. He could have this again. This casual comfort, these caring touches, this feeling of safety and belonging. The home he had lost and tried to build for himself in that scrapyard could be his again, if he just allowed to let it happen.

He swallowed and pressed his eyes close to block out the warnings of threat, warning, run, danger. Then he scooted over slowly until he hit Richards warm ribcage. He felt the other shift around his frozen body, then an arm was draped around his shoulders carefully. ‘This too much?’, Nines whispered near inaudibly over the movie running and Gavin shook his head. No, he wanted this, he just had to get over his own barriers. A few minutes later, he tried opening his eyes again and was surprised his systems weren’t bombarding him with errors. Instead, his status box read safe and Richard’s body was marked as friend/ally. Gavin sighed deeply, dropping into the carefree touch completely.

When Richard dared to look down the next time, the android in his arm was smiling just the slightest and his LED was circling somewhere between blue and yellow – the calmest he had seen Gavin so far. By the end of the movie, Gavin wasn’t moving anymore, the LED pulsing slowly. Nines looked over at Hank questioningly and the android nodded. ‘He’s in stasis now.’ ‘Wow’ Richard said with raised brows, looking down on the sleeping android. Connor sat up and threw them their blanket. ‘You can stay the night if you want. Guess I have to call you Tens now’, he joked. Nines huffed and answered deadpan: ‘Do that and I’ll stop talking to you to go back to Nines.’

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It is not George’s fault that he wants to kiss Lafayette. His reasoning is sound, strange, but sound for his surety in this.

It’s simply the repeated proximity, the strange little voice that occasionally asks things of you simply because what it wants is right there. It is just because Lafayette is warm, always so warm even in the freezing cold. Of course, he should occasionally think about kissing him, pulling him in close and letting his warmth envelope George who craves any finality from the cold he can get. So of course he would seek it in Lafayette.

There is nothing else to it, that much is easy to realize. It is just a habit of the human body acting away from his heart and mind.

George becomes suspicious that Lafayette feels the same curiosity towards him as well. At some point, it seems they both shy away from kisses to the cheek, becoming too flushed with embarrassment and their silly thoughts to bear such things.

It would disappear with winter though, George is sure of it. Sun and warm days would mean craving the exact opposite of another’s warm touch and would melt whatever strange feelings had overcome them. Feelings, of course, borne from the cold and their proximity.

Summer did not do a damn thing to get rid of George’s pesky thoughts and he felt he was at his patience’s end with the matter. So, it is only a natural next step to summon Lafayette to his office and simply clear up the matter once and for all.

“Général, you asked to see me?” Lafayette pokes his head past the door.

“Of course, come inside, Lafayette.” George stands from his desk to formally greet Lafayette and feels his mouth dry up as Lafayette quickly kisses the space beside him cheeks. George hesitates a moment before copying him as well, and he can not quell the voice begging him to lean over and kiss Lafayette’s perfectly parted and smooth lips.

“Is there something you should like to discuss tonight?” Lafayette perks up, pushing away from Washington’s touch to pace around his room and observe a map laid open on a small table against the wall.

It is not an uncommon occurrence to summon Lafayette to him at any hour so that he may spend time in his company and simply enjoy his words, advice, and tales. Lafayette’s voice is soothing, it can calm any storm raging inside- his touch even more so.

“Yes,” George clears his throat. “I thought we might discuss our recent…” He should have considered his words beforehand. “Our recent strain, if you will, that has emerged between us.”

Lafayette whips around. “What strain? Has something happened? If I disobeyed you, Général it was not done against your honor.” The words pour from Lafayette in a panicked rush and immediately George is regretting his poor choice of words. He knows the man well enough to know such a thing would upset him, and even for such a small agitation about to be soothed over, George is guilty in his heart for upsetting Lafayette.

“Oh no, Lafayette, nothing of the sort I promise you. I know you well enough to know you would not stir trouble for the fun of it.”

Lafayette swallows and George laments that he notices the action.

“Then what is wrong?” Lafayette slowly creeps toward him on shifting feet.

George chooses to look at the desk Lafayette had previously been scrutinizing. He was so sure that Lafayette would understand, would feel the same and save him the embarrassment of spelling it out and, he would not learn that Lafayette felt no such way and while he may claim such revelations would not harm his soul, George is certain he would begin to see less and less of the wonderful man until he is completely held at arm’s length and devastated with loss.

George fixes his jacket in a sharp motion despite the desire to continually fiddle with the fabric. “I was under the impression that perhaps the same thought afflicted us and that, if you were feeling as strained by it as I was, I was going to propose we- well that we indulge in the thought just once, simply to be rid of it.” George is still parched.

“I-indulge?” Lafayette gasps, his eyes widening. George winces again at his poor choice of words. On the verge of correcting himself, Lafayette speaks before he can. “Général, what thought do you speak of?”

“If it does not trouble you already, then I shall not bring it up any longer, it was silly to do so at all in fact.”

“George, no.” George stops, not realizing he had begun to back away but now his wrist is being held in place by slender fingers. “I wish to know what troubles you, and if your solution is so simple I wish to help you.”

“It is- it is not so simple, Lafayette,” George admits with a heavy sigh.

Lafayette releases him, and turns to look at his boots. “It is our greeting, oui? I do, as you say, feel somewhat troubled by pesky thoughts. It is silly, what the mind can decide it wants sometimes, non?” Lafayette looks up at George with a sheepish smile. “I too thought it might go away, but it is oddly determined to see me...well, I believe you know.”

“Yes,” George gave a firm nod. “Between the cold, stress, and continued proximity it seems logical that a mind might ask for strange things.”

“Of course!” Lafayette jumps, “strange things indeed.”

“So then, you agree that we should…?” George let’s the unspoken question and word linger for Lafayette to pick up.

Lafayette swiftly nods his head, already approaching and George’s heart is beating rapidly in answer to Lafayette’s movement. So, they shall do it. This should ease his mind, should subdue his beating heart but of course, it might not quiet until the admittedly transgressive act is over. But what is transgressive about something as simple as this?

Lafayette is close now. So close he can feel his warmth and despite the heat in the air he still thinks of how he might feel pressed all the way against him, wrapped up in his arms and letting out a sigh of relief.

George flinches when Lafayette’s fingertips are gently pressed to his cheek in preparation, in warning.

“This is just to appease the thought, oui?” Lafayette asks a bit timidly, like he needs the reassurance in more ways than one, and George quickly answers.

“Just to appease the thought, yes.”

Lafayette inhales deeply and presses forward until his lips are resting against George’s.

Butterflies. There are golden, warm butterflies filling his lungs, mind, and body and turning him to something sappy and sweet, perhaps a caramel.

Lafayette’s lips are soft. He did not know they would feel so soft against his own.

Distantly, he feels another kiss. He feels it slow against his lips and dragging shivers through him with its lovely touch. His fingers flex around Lafayette’s waist and bring him closer.

Oh.

Oh dear.

*** hehehe. Anyway thank you so much for the ask!! <3 It was so cute and fun to write! Feel free to ask for more. (And ps if the anon who has sent me two prompts so far is reading this, yes! I love them! Please don’t stop sending them! I am busy this week so I might not be able to answer until next week but oh my god I love them, thank you!)

[ailec-12]

Today, September and Calendar

Thanks!

Today: Have you made any progress in any wips today?

Uhh, no. Remember what I said about writing earlier this week? Well, I've done a million things, but unfortunately writing hasn't been one of them.

September: Share a comment or review which still warms your heart?

Oh, Anon, I can't share only one. I've been rereading comments this past month and several come to mind right now. These all warm my heart no matter how old they are or how many times I've read them already.

randomdork11 on House Potter:

You’re back!!!! I’ve missed you and this story more than I realized. Little Sev dealing with sick Harry and exhausted parents is so heartbreaking and sweet that I can’t handle it! Plus, I can totally relate to the exhausted parent bit XD. That whole family is just far too adorable. A certain bean who is far less evil than she proclaims to be, told me you were about to post again, so I’ll admit that I’ve been checking my updates like a crazy person.

Self-doubt is easily the worst part of writing. However, if I can offer you any encouragement, it’s that you have no reason to doubt yourself. Sometimes stories seem so big and daunting and we aren’t sure if what we are writing even makes sense or is relatable or true to character. Everyone goes through it and - as I’m sure many have already said - in your case, you’ve nothing to worry about. This story is beautiful and charming and captures the characters so very well. You’re doing a marvelous job of creating well rounded characters who all have faults and positive traits. You’re writing it in a way that none of the characters seems too good or too bad, just simply human. It’s utter perfection and you should be extremely proud of this work!!

Happy writing Ailec! And if you end up in doubt, just remember that your readers all agree that you are wonderful and we are here for you!!

@allstoriesrtrue24601 on the last OFaH chapter on AO3:

What a beautiful ending to an unbelievably impressive series! Having read the original series on fanfic.net repeatedly habitually since their original completion, it’s brought me so much joy to have weekly reminders of how much I love this story; and now with a gorgeous new epilogue!!

I’ve said it before but the one thing that really gets me about your writing is the characterisation - it drives the stories in a way I feel is really missing from most pieces of published works and tv shows. The bonds you build between characters and the whole dynamic really comes through throughout each installment - making the character development extremely natural and impactful. I’ve waxed lyrical previously about your writing style but I reiterate that it’s utterly and irrevocably beautiful, especially when considering English is not your first language. The pacing, plot and actual progression of the pieces are so well thought-out and really prompts excellently-executed dialogue and exposes opportunities to get to the hearts of the characters. It is suffice to say I have THOROUGHLY enjoyed your work in every one of its forms.

On a side note, I feel massively honoured to be mentioned in author’s notes (I have to say I’m slightly star-struck) and I’m more than happy for any future English queries. Have a wonderful day x

Kuroui, also on OFaH, but the first version on FF:

I realize I never actually left a review on here but here it goes.

This is definitely one of my all time favourite fics to ever exist period. Not just within the OUAT fandom. I was ecstatic with the introduction of Zelena, as it opened potential for Regina to have someone blood related still alive for her to interact with. At the end of Season 3 when Zelena was given that second chance, I was excited to see a possible turn around for her character. Up until that point, everything she had done was to give herself a better life, one with her blood mother, in hopes that she may be loved. She was not unlike Regina's initial persona and I could see how they could connect over it.

Season 4 dashed those hopes, and the progressing seasons left me with a bitter taste in my mouth. In the end, I am glad at least that at the end of Season 6 they had become something like sisters, and for that I am glad. I am also happy to see Zelena returning to play some time in Season 7. I dont know what it is but Zelena is my favourite OUAT character, and I love Rebecca Mader who plays her. For that reason I always seek out Zelena fics in hopes of finding good ones as she is not one of the most popular characters, in terms of fic writing at least.

This fic was both amazingly written and brought to light my hope of them reconciling as sisters. I like that it was not an immediate turn around from "villian" to "good", but a gradual process that involved interactions with multiple people and learning from mistakes. It made her a very real and relatable person. Everyone has flaws and makes mistakes and going from a life where her only goal was to hurt Regina, to living with her and attempting to be "good" was a large turn around that no doubt shook her to her core. You displayed that in your series very well, showing the ups and downs in her journey as well as the reflective reactions from those around her.

Henry's role in this was very heartwarming and he really is a miracle. The Greatest Believer. I do not think that Zelena would have come as far as she had without him. Though Regina does her best, it is always nice to have someone else there, not to mention someone who looked at Zelena without any negative feelings. Having multiple people care and believe in her no doubt gave her greater motivation to change and be a better person. Not to downplay Regina's role in this of course. Regina very much has been the core to this family, to Zelena's change.

At the end, Zelena desired to be wanted, to be enough, and she was going to look for that in Cora. Regina knew though, that it wasn't Zelena's fault for that, Cora only wanted power. Which you had her explain. And I think that having Regina turn into that person that Zelena wanted to be enough for, to be loved by, was a big change even if she didn't realize it. The initial hostility, anger and sadness moved away from being targeted AT Regina, to more herself and referenced in terms of Regina instead.

At that point, I think that Zelena's family slowly began to form in her own subconscious which eventually or hopefully would expand onto friends like Robin and Tinkerbell and perhaps even the Charming family, they do get along well enough of course. And if Charming's reaction to her run in with Sidney was any indication, I'm sure they would welcome her with open arms at this point.

Overall I suppose I can summarize it into this.

Thank you for writing this story/series. It holds a very very special place in my heart and I come back every once in a while to read through it. It warms my heart every single time no matter how many times I've read it. I love it with every inch of my OUAT loving soul and I am so glad that such an extensive well-written piece on Zelena exists.

Long comments aren't the only ones that have my eternal love and gratitude, though. Here's a couple of recent ones that are making this writing hiatus much more bearable:

Ninafia on the latest instalment of Hotchpotch:

I loved this! You're really good at writing emotions.

It's like I'm in their head, if that makes sense. Thanks for the chapter!

Lilia on House Potter:

This is such a remarkable story—so subtle and heartbreaking. Use of child Sev’s POV is a true narrative tour de force. Wish I could give it 100 kudos.

I'm lucky to have received a lot of nice comments over the years and you can be sure that, if your comment made me happy the first time I read it, I've come back to it more than once.

Calendar: Do you have a schedule for posting?

Not right now —I only keep a posting schedule when there are a few chapters already written at the very least.

Fanfic questions :)

[venii-vidii-vicii]

Simple writing prompt 👀 Percy kissing Heartman. We did get a soft forehead kiss and I loved that to death 💕💗 but this time I mean a KISS 😚 Percy seems scared of that so what better way to get him to beat his fears?

I KNOW YOU SENT THIS CENTURIES AGO I'M SORRY ANON I'M BAD WITH WRITING PLZ FORGIVE ME

But.... better late than never? :') if it means anything to You, this one is longer than the fic I wrote before xD

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Blue eyes stared down at an empty box, a circle in the middle where the CD should have been. Copies of it all over the floor, with different pictures on the cover. The porter was lost in himself, the only thing keeping him grounded was the voice next to him of a man he loved more than the whole world, maybe even he would be as bold as to say, the whole universe. 

He could listen to the man talk for hours, and just lose himself in admiring him. Maybe the smile on his face told the other man that he was paying attention, and to an extent, he was. Just not to the words... but rather the presence of the scientist with him. 

He must have been some being holier than thou, he thought. Maybe an angel, yeah, he must have been some sort of angel... and that's why his heart stops. It wasn't made for this human body, maybe god is just trying to get his angel back. 

Percy could almost see the feathery wings, pure white rays radiating from the scientist. He could almost reach out and touch them, but he didn't want to interrupt Heartman when he was so passionately talking about a movie he likes. 

He looked so excited that Percy couldn't help but grin. It's at this point that any creature is at its most vulnerable and purest, the genuine joy of sharing what you love with someone. Percy was happy Heartman picked him. 

"This man looks like you" Heartman said, picking up another one of the CD boxes and holding it up for Percy to see. "Although he is much more violent in the movie."

Percy studied the CD box and looked at the man on the cover. 'Drive' read the cover with hot pink and colors that reminded Percy a lot of Heartman's room. 

"Are you saying I look like a movie star?" The Porter teased and Heartman chuckled. In all truth, Percy felt anxious and sick to the stomach at that moment because he recalled the violent part of him he hoped Heartman would never see. 

"Although not as handsome" Heartman responded.

"Well you lose some charm when you're dragged through BT mud and shit."

Heartman stared at the movie cover for a moment then looked back at Percy. "We should watch this sometime. It has such a fascinating collection of music, and the way it's shot, relying on colors and lights---"

And there he went again... 

Little did Heartman know, Percy had already seen this movie and was already familiar with the work put into it, but hearing it from Heartman suddenly made everything about it better. 

He must have been that deep in love. 

But he was okay with that. It's the best and worst he's ever felt. The 'butterflies' in his stomach felt more like throwing up BT goo, and the anxiety he felt at the thought of the slightest actions like holding Heartman's hand was unbearable. Not to mention the hunger and desire that burned his veins at the thought of just kissing the scientist. He loved him so much and so helplessly that it made him forget every upsetting thing in his life, every bit of anger in him died, and it left him mush on the ground. It was so stupid, he thought, that someone could do that to him. He beat people up to death for a living (well it wasn't exactly his job but it was somewhere between the lines of his job description) but the thought of pressing his lips to Heartman's made him the weakest man on earth. It was enough to make his hands tremble and his cheeks red. He hoped Heartman wouldn't notice, especially with the colors of the lights in his room. Perhaps he was just scared, of course he was, he was scared of how fast the hunger in him turned into starvation, that one kiss wouldn't be enough, and that he would want more. It sent jolts of pain through his body knowing how much he loved Heartman. He had kissed him before, he knew how hard it was to starve; to just want to hold him close and place soft kisses over his dorky face, and his neck, and his hand, until he could just melt into a peaceful puddle under the other man. 

He didn't lack self control, but he preferred to just avoid the situation when he could all together... which gave birth to another form of starvation, but it was one Percy could live with. 

"Oh... seems like it's almost time to go again."

Percy blinked, suddenly feeling like he was just woken up from a trance.

"Could you please---"

"Yeah, I got it. Don't worry." The Porter stood up and carefully packed all the CDs back into their boxes, setting them aside to put back on the shelves later. He turned the music on, wondering if Heartman could even hear it on the other side or if he just preferred to have it on for the mood. 

By the time he was done cleaning up a bit, Heartman had already made himself comfortable on the long chair where he often took those "naps", Percy walked to stand beside him, placing a hand on top of his head, fingers gently running through his hair. 

"Wait for me?"

Percy smiled. "I always do" 

Maybe it was the music, maybe it was the smile that Heartman mirrored back, or a mixture of his thoughts and everything around him... But Percy felt the burning sting of love on his lips. His free hand tangled with one of Heartman's own, fingers intertwining, and somehow the aching sensation co-existed in perfect harmony with complete peace within the porter, and it hurt. It fucking hurt like hell. 

And the pain ate at him for the next three minutes until he thought his legs would give in and he would fall apart but somehow he managed go keep it together until Heartman was back, and only then did he allow himself to lean down and place a kiss over the scientist's cheek, perhaps dangerously close to the corner of his lips, because those pure blue eyes were looking at him, so full of life and love, and that was the nail on the coffin, or so Percy thought until he saw Heartman grinning lazily, tears still rolling down his cheeks and staining Percy's lips. 

The hunger was almost unbearable at this point, that Percy thought he felt his own tears burning his eyes. He pressed his forehead to Heartman's, the tip of their noses occasionally touching, and they remained like that for some time before Percy helped him up and took a seat next to him. There was peaceful silence for a moment, and then Percy was looking at Heartman. 

"I have so many feelings inside me, you know?"

"As humans should, Percy." The scientist joked, rubbing the back of his hand on his cheek to wipe away the remaining tear trails and then he adjusted his glasses.

"No, you fucking nerd," Percy pushed Heartman with his elbow playfully. "I mean I have a lot of feelings, for you." 

"I certainly hope they're not negative feelings"

The Porter shook his head. "They're the best damn feelings I ever felt."

"Care to elaborate?"

"No." 

"Well, that's certainly an odd way to say you love someone." 

Percy felt his face heat up so he looked away. "I didn't say it was love. But that's one of them."

Thankfully Heartman was really understanding with how hard it was for Percy to express himself and if it were possible, that made Percy love him even more. 

"And I love you."

For a moment, Percy thought he had died. "Fuck, man!" he clutched the space where his heart hammered under his suit. He could die right then and there and he would be the happiest person on earth. He could never tire of hearing those words from Heartman but, shit, did it strike his heart with a force that could cause it to burst. 

"I'm afraid we don't have the time for that." Heartman laughed, and maybe it was the adrenaline that took over Percy but he grabbed the other man and pulled him into a kiss, or rather just a peck on the lips, but it was enough, enough to turn the hunger turned into starvation. One kiss turned into two, and two into three until he felt his lungs aching for air, but the feeling was so addictive. Heartman's lips were as soft and gentle as his soul, dancing in harmony with the porter's own. He tasted like a piece of heaven, and Percy felt himself falling through the clouds when their lips parted. 

"I assume that was one of those feelings?"

He nodded.

"I can definitely say I like that feeling." 

"I like it too" 

"Maybe next time you have trouble with your feelings, you could... make me a CD with music describing those feelings?"

"Like... label them with song titles?"

"In a sense, yes."

Yeah, Percy thought, that would be much easier. 

[iwillgiveyoumyhappiness]

박우진, Park Woojin

anonymous asked:

hi! i would like to request fluff with AB6IX woojin, from prompt list #2: “wait a minute, are you jealous?”,,,, maybe something featuring youngmin or woong? thank you!!

Group: AB6IX

Member: Woojin

Prompt: “Wait a minute... Are you jealous?” 

(A/N): ...why not Youngmin and Woong? ;D

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You strode into AB6IX’s practice room, trying to keep yourself quiet so that you didn’t disturb them. But also because you knew what massive scaredy-cats they were, and this would be a perfect opportunity to freak them out. 

Ever since your friends had become AB6IX, they’d been practicing diligently and always working hard. You’d gotten a taste of that when Woojin and Daehwi were in Wanna One, and when Youngmin and Donghyun had been in MXM, but this felt different... 

Permanent. 

Part of you was so incredibly proud, but the other part felt a little bit lonely. It felt like being left in the dust while all of your friends, and your boyfriend, set off to do great things. 

But you would set that aside, for the time being. They were more important than your self-pitying reservations. 

You watched them hit every beat perfectly, smoothly executing a special performance for a Breathe and Hollywood mashup they had prepared. When the song came to an end and nothing left in the room except for heavy breathing, you clapped and cheered loudly. 

Just as expected, they all flipped out. Daehwi screeched like a dolphin, Woong and Youngmin looked like you’d given them a heart-attack, Donghyun looked like he might cry and your boyfriend, Woojin, had actually fallen over. 

You refrained from cracking a joke about how he’d “fallen for you all over again”.

What a change from their powerful personas while performing. Though, that’s how you loved them. Being their usual dorky selves.  

You laughed hysterically. “You guys are pathetic!” you joked. 

Daehwi groaned, trying to recollect himself. “You can’t just do that with no warning!” he whined. He put a hand over his heart. “My heart’s beating so fast—I was really shocked!”

“That’s what a surprise is supposed to do, Hwi.” Your laughter died out. You wiped a tear away from the corner of your eye before holding up your mystery bag. “I’m sorry, okay?” you said, still chuckling a little. “I brought lunch, though. Truce?” 

Everyone’s expressions immediately melted into grateful relief. 

“You know what,” Woong started, “I’m just gonna say it. I love you.” Woojin looked up at him with wide eyes. “Platonically, of course,” he caught himself. “I’m just so hungry right now.” 

“Well then, get your butts over here,” you said, already laying out the paper plates and utensils. Everyone huddled around you, but Woojin made sure to stick close to your side, arms wrapped around you. “You looked great,” you whispered to him. 

He gave you a peck on the cheek as acknowledgment. “Thanks,” he whispered back. “You look great, too.” He sounded a little shy. 

You chuckled and gave him another peck. “We’ve been dating for how long and you’re still this shy?” His cheeks reddened. “Cute.” 

“Can you guys stop being so domestic and precious?” Daehwi asked. “It’s really putting me off my lunch.” 

You stuck your tongue out at him in reply. 

“Speaking of lunch,” Youngmin spoke up, “did you make this? It tastes homemade.” 

You cringed a little. “That bad, huh?” 

He shook his head immediately. “No way! That good!” He flashed you a smile. “Believe me, it’s really, really good.” 

You brightened up a little. “Really? Well, thanks! That’s a big confidence boost for me, actually!” 

“I could’ve told you that,” Woojin grumbled. 

You bumped your forehead against his. “You haven’t even tried it yet, sparrow.”

“Exactly!” he defended himself. “I knew it was awesome before I even tasted it. I’d say that’s a much cooler compliment.” 

You gave him a look, but it made you smile nonetheless. “Fair enough.” You gently pushed him away from you, prying his arms off of your waist. “Now go actually eat. It’s getting cold, you dork.”

After you served up your own plate, you automatically sat next to Woong as he was the closet to you, but as soon as he started to strike up a conversation, Woojin dragged you to his side, butting Donghyun out of his place and almost making you spill your food.

You gave him a wide-eyed look. “Explanation?” you asked. 

He shrugged. “Missed you,” he said simply. 

It was weird, but you accepted it nonetheless. 

“What’d you think of the debut?” Youngmin asked after a while. 

Your eyes immediately lit up. You always got so passionate when talking about their group or their music. “It was amazing!” you said. “The vocals, the dancing, the rapping, the visuals—it was all totally on point! Even the message was really addictive. Like, ‘I want to help you breathe’? That’s just a really sweet thing. And you!” 

You pointed to Youngmin and took a deep breath to renew yourself, not realizing you hadn’t been breathing that whole time. “I was really impressed with you this time around!” 

He gave a shy but excited smile. “Really?” he asked. 

“Yes, really!” you assured him. “I feel like you’ve reached highest level of Youngminnie coolness.” 

He straighten himself up, looking a little proud. “Well, then,” he said. “I guess I did all right.” 

“More than all right!” You tapped Woong with your foot. “And you, sir! I’m so proud of you! You finally debuted and you did it with a such a—”

“Can you stop complementing them already?” 

The sudden shout shocked you all, making you look in one direction simultaneously. The direction of your boyfriend. 

“Youngmin’s not the only rapper in the group,” Woojin ranted, “I rap too, and I’m pretty good at it! Beside, Youngmin’s old! Old and crusty.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from snorting a little. 

He seemed to ignore it. “And why’re you complimenting Woong so much, huh? So he has abs, and he’s hot, and he doesn’t have an accent—whatever! He doesn’t dance as well as me, he doesn’t have a snaggletooth, he’s not your boyfriend—oh! And!” This rant really was all over the place. “I share a room with him! So I know he sleeps funny.” 

“You sleep naked!” Woong interjected. 

Woojin crossed his arms. “It’s a sign of masculine confidence.” 

You couldn’t stop yourself from busting out laughing in that moment. “I’m sorry!” you chortled. “I’m trying to take this seriously, I am, but what the heck?” Everything that’d been said rushed around your head until you realized. “Wait a minute,” you started. “Are you jealous?” 

Woojin’s eyes widened for a moment, as if he’d been found out, but he immediately scoffed, trying to cover it up. “Me? No way.” 

“You totally are!” you laughed.

He pouted. “I’m not, but if I was, why are you laughing?” 

“Because I’m jealous, too!” Everyone gaped at you. “I’m jealous of your guys’ job being so cool, and I’m being so nice to everyone because I was afraid that you would ditch me!” 

Woojin started laughing himself, though he tried not to. “Why would we ditch you?” he asked. “We care about you so much.” Everyone else just looked on in amused confusion. 

“Exactly!” you wheezed. “We’re both jealous for such dumb reasons!” You toppled over, your head landing in his lap. “We’re idiots,” you chuckled, nuzzling into his thigh. 

He cupped your cheeks, smiling ear-to-ear. “We sure are. Wanna be my idiot forever?” 

You shrugged. “Let’s go for it.” 

He pecked your lips twice, once on both of your cheeks, and once on your nose. “Sounds like a plan.” 

The room fell quiet, except for your hushed laughter. 

“I don’t know what just happened,” Donghyun spoke, “but it feels like a prank.” 

You sat up. “Nope!” you said. You threw your arm around Woojin’s shoulder. “Just two idiots in love.”

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(Why do I legit see something like this happening to this lovable fool? XD)

Hey, Anon! Thanks for the request. I hope you love it a lot and stop by again some time. Whether it’s to request or read. 

If you’re not completely satisfied with it, I’ll write it again in a snap. 

Thanks for reading! 

[erasethedarkness]

from the random sentence starters list, can you do “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.” With Mirio??? I love the sunshine man

Aloha, Sweet Sunshine Anon! Thank you for being so patient with this request (hopefully you didn’t forget about it xD I know I forget about some requests I’ve made, which is why I now keep a Google Doc with them, hahaha). I hope you don’t mind that I combined it with a Valentine’s Day prompt! It stayed pretty similar to what I planned, honestly, except it went from an established relationship to confessing feelings. ^^; As always, if you’re unsatisfied, please let me know, and I’ll do my best to fix it or create something else of quality for you. 

Pokes & Permeation -Day 3 | Confession of feelings-

Summary: For your last year of school, you had to transfer to U.A. due to your family moving. Unfortunately, the only special treatment that meant for you was that things were going to be even harder than they were for everyone else- at least until midterms were over. You were shutting everyone out, completely focused on the tests to come, and it was to the point that your friends and peers were worried about you. So what did they do? They sent you a serving of sunshine.

Note: Gender neutral reader! This is also the response to the request I received on Tumblr for a scenario with Mirio with the prompt, “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me attention.”

Theme Song: I Like Me Better - Lauv

Reader: Gender Neutral

Words: 2144

@bnha-valentines

Stay a while, stay a while- stay here with me…

Midterms were coming up, and none of your friends had seen you outside of class for an entire week, going on two. The sheer amount of stress you were under was indescribable as you locked yourself in your room whenever you had an ounce of freetime. Your friends all knew that this was going to be the most difficult and strenuous part of your year at U.A., because not only did you have the same workload as everyone else, you had an extreme crash course slotted from the beginning of the year until midterms that was supposed to teach you everything you didn’t get from your hero academy in Sapporo. However, knowing what you had on your plate didn’t stop them from worrying about you.

Even though you were fortunate to go to the best school in your area- which wasn’t anything to scoff at, considering it was the #3 school in Japan- it still didn’t compare to the coveted, top-ranking hero academy in Tokyo, and the first half of your first semester there was proving that point very clearly. It was jarring how much more thorough and intense U.A. was, and part of you wished your family moved sooner so you could have gone there from the start.

‘If I can make it through this, I’ll be fine,’ you kept telling yourself. ‘It’s just until midterms are over.’

As you were trying to reassure yourself in the midst of your studies, you suddenly felt a prod against the back of your shoulder, and you instantly shot up, your chair falling over as you looked behind yourself. It felt like a finger- like someone just poked you. Your heart beat frantically as you looked around, seeing no one but yourself in the reflection of a wall-length mirror.

You were alone.

‘I must have just… imagined that,’ you rationalized to yourself, not wanting to consider that maybe you were stressing too hard over everything. With a sigh, you picked your chair up and sat back down, beginning to read over your notes again. A few bullet points in, you jolted straight up, feeling that phantom touch on your leg this time. You looked down and then glowered around the room. Someone had to be there, right? But how was it that you couldn’t pick up anything? Not even the smallest sound of a footstep or the faintest touch of air being moved around.

Your paranoia hung around longer this time as you walked around your room, hands extended as if you were blindfolded, hoping that you’d touch something and find a culprit. By the second time you circled around your room, you were convinced there wasn’t anyone else in there. You sighed heavily- not entirely relieved, but not entirely frustrated. It wasn’t until you jumped up for the third time that the frustration kicked in. Whipping around quickly, you knew it’d be in vain if it was anything like the previous times, expecting no one to be there despite your reaction.

But the third time was a charm, and you were met with a broad chest, the golden characters of 1000000 printed across it. With a jump, you stumbled back from the surprise, hitting your chair awkwardly and losing your balance. Mirio was the last person you expected to see- especially in your room of all places.

Without hesitance, he caught you with characteristically heroic smoothness. One hand supported your lower back as the other took one of your wrists, and he guided you back to stability as if he had just dipped you in a dance. His touch lingered as your eyes met, but then your seriousness shattered the fragile moment and you pulled away.

“Togata, what are you doing here?” you asked, making yourself sound annoyed to cover up how ruffled you were. A scowl covered your normally sweet expression, but it didn’t seem to phase the boy you looked up at. His smile was as sure and bright as ever. Had you actually been angry, it wouldn’t have lasted long at all against that face.

“Well… you’ve got your friends all worried, y’know,” he answered, bringing his arms across his chest casually. “If it wasn’t for the fact that nearly our entire class asked me to, I wouldn’t have phased into your room to check on you. Promise,” he added, as if trying to reassure you. Of course, it didn’t help, and you just sighed deeply.

“I don’t really have time for friends right now. It’s fine. I’m fine. I’ll be back to normal after midterms this week.” You brushed him off with a wave of your hand, taking your seat again as he frowned, this time sighing softly himself. Immediately, you began to look over your notes again, expecting him to let himself out. For a second, you thought he had- until you felt another poke on your shoulder. …then your bicep. …then your cheek.

“…What do you want?” you sighed as the pokes kept coming. Any other time, you would have loved to be in his spotlight. While you kept it a secret from everyone else, you at least owned up to yourself that you were fond of him. Very. Fond.

“Your attention.” His voice came from below you, and you saw him engulfed in the ground up to his shoulders. Your room was the only one on the ground level due to transferring in after the dorms were erected, making it very convenient for him to sink into the ground to “disappear.” He came back up and gently poked you again. And again. …and again. His finger met your back, your arms, you shoulders- all places that were a bit more respectful.

“I don’t really have attention to spare. You know that. I’ve got an extra three tests on top of what everyone else has.” For a moment, the pokes stopped. Did he finally get how stressed out you were?

Your body autonomously cringed and crumpled to the right as you squeaked in surprise when you felt him poke your side. His blond eyebrows lifted and were accompanied by that carefree smile that charmed you from the start. Holding your gaze, he poked you again on the other side, and chuckled as you reacted the same way, leaning left and trying to guard your flank with a squeal.

“Togata, stooop…” you whined softly, blushing lightly at the noises he made you make and holding your sides. The faintest traces of laughter tinted your voice, and he was bright enough to pick up that he was starting to get through to you.

“I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me attention,” came his playful voice, and he poked you again, this time along your spine. If he was determined enough to say it so plainly, you knew he was really going to be persistent about it. So you closed your notebook, turned in your chair so you could face him, and looked up at the sunniest character of the Big Three. When you met his cerulean eyes, he smiled broadly and warmly.

Before you knew it, you were lifted in his arms, his strength taking you up with the greatest ease as he held you bridal-style and hugged you close. The way he squeezed and embraced you was a physicality you deprived yourself of over the past few weeks. You hadn’t hugged a friend or family member in a while and couldn’t even remember who the last person was. But now, it was the man of your affections: that blond haired, blue eyed, perfect smile hero-to-be who could turn any and everything around for the better, and who would save at least a million people. You believed in him. Everyone did.

Without a thought, you closed your eyes and leaned into him. You filled your chest with a deep, calm breath, and exhaled slowly as if you were grounding yourself in the seconds you were sharing. Finally, for the first time in over a week, you felt relaxed- even if you still had the same amount of work, it all felt more manageable.

“You know, you don’t have to be so nice, Togata…”

Your words made him chuckle, and he gave your body another squeeze of a hug. “I’m not trying to be nice. I just want you to take a moment now and then and step back from the pile of work, and see yourself the way I do. Transferring to U.A. isn’t easy- you’re the first one who has in years. The fact that you’re keeping up with everyone while having additional lessons to make sure that you meet U.A.’s level of excellence is an incredible feat. It’s like jamming the first two years into a crash course that you’re taking simultaneously with this last year.” His words were reassuring and everything you wanted to hear- which would have concerned you, coming from anyone else. But with Mirio, you trusted the weight of his words. He’d never just say something to just say it, or lie to make someone feel better.

“But… you’re not just an impressive student, y’know. Your friends really love you, and it takes a good heart to make people feel that way about them.”

You let his words sink into your head before opening your eyes and looking at him with a small, sincere smile.

“There we go… You’ve been so stressed out, we hardly remembered what your smile looked like. It’s certainly lovelier than the memory, and it suits you, (Y/N). Just because we’re all trying to be heroes, doesn’t mean we have to handle everything on our own. You can rely on us; we’re here for you.” As he spoke, his eyes met yours, the smile you shared with him reciprocated on his lips.

“…Thanks, Mirio. You’re…” you paused, having realized you just called him by his first name without hesitance. A light blush bloomed on your cheeks as you turned your gaze elsewhere. “…You’re really sweet.”

The sudden shyness you expressed made him chuckle, though your words brought a rosiness to his face as well. “Ah.. it wasn’t too much, I hope? Sometimes it’s hard to hide that I like you.” His words were unexpectedly nonchalant, and as your eyes darted back to him with a shocked expression on your face, you saw the realization of what he said hit him.

“… what?” was all you could muster in a whisper.

“…what?” seemed to be all he could say too.

For what felt like the longest minute of your life, you two stared at each other, eyes soul-searching as if you could silently make sense of what just happened. He continued holding you, and as everything began to click, your blush simply deepened.

“Um…”

“Right,” he quickly responded, even though you didn’t ask him anything. Mirio set you back down on your feet and gave you his characteristic smile, though there was a hint of uncertain embarrassment in his attempt at a carefree expression. “Anyway, you shouldn’t keep yourself locked up in your room all week. Giving yourself a break now and then will help you remain more focused in the long run.”

You nodded, facing him but not entirely sure what to say- or even where to look. If your eyes met again, you’d only blush deeper. Both of you seemed to avoid each other’s eyes, but neither moved. He didn’t leave; you didn’t sit down and start studying. There was just a shared stillness.

“I should let you get back to studying though, if that’s what you’re going to do. Try not to burn yourself out too much, and see your friends. We miss you. So… I’ll see you around, yeah?”

“…Yeah,” you softly agreed. He smiled at you before turning, his red cape catching a bit of air as he respectfully left. His absence immediately sunk in, and you were loathe to admit that you wanted it back. Having a crush was fine, but…

“Hey, Togata!” you called out as you opened your door, hoping he’d still be in the hallway. When you didn’t see him at all, you sighed, your shoulders dropped, and you began to close your door.

Without warning, Mirio’s head and shoulders leaned out of a wall down the hall. “(Y/N)?” he asked, brows slightly knitted in mild surprise. You gasped and smiled at him, opening your door enough to lean out of it.

“See me around 19:00 (7:00pm), Friday night? At TOHO Cinema? After our last test?” As your eyes met again, your voice carried a confidence that was entirely refreshing and alluring. However, it wasn’t nearly as captivating or wonderful as that delighted and knowing smile he gave you.

“It’s a date.”

…damn, I like me better when I’m with you.

[bytheangell]

Hi Elle!! How are you after last night? I'm surprisingly happy- I absolutely loved the finale, the humor, the surprises and malec ofc!! I'm super sad that it's over, but I don't feel too sad because it endend on a high note. I l-o-v-e-d that they went full circle with malec having drinks and clace at the alley (and probably more scenes that I'm missing). Tell me your thoughts!! Did you cry too much at the wedding? (Prompt Anon 💗)

Hello friend!

But as far as the episode goes? Yes, I agree. I think that bringing back all those references to how it all began, all these little moments that were nods to the fans and things they knew we’d pick up on, were all done so well. And for the amount of plot they had to cover and wrap up in such a short time? I think this was honestly the best we could’ve hoped for, and I’m actually really satisfied with it. Almost everyone got a little moment, from Raphael’s future to what Robert and Max were up to, even a bit of Helen and Aline when they could’ve easily skipped over those characters with smaller roles to play in the grand scheme of things. And to leave that open ended question, even with the time-skip, of what happened during that year? What’s happening now? What’s about to happen with Clary kind of sort of on the verge of remembering? I think I like that they gave it that sort of finale rather than wrapping everything up with a bow. I love the endless ‘what ifs’ we get to imagine now, rather than ‘well that’s that, then.’ But perhaps that’s just the writer in me xD 

I think my favorite thing about it was the amount of humor they put into the finale. It could’ve been nothing but angst and driving plot and sadness, but instead we got a lot of really great, hilarious moments, and some fun interactions. Underhill and Lorenzo? THAT TERRIBLE PICK-UP LINE, ANDREW PLEASE. The entire Jace and Meliorn scenario with Jace not being able to lie? THE TRAINING BOOPS BETWEEN JACE AND SIMON? I’m glad that there were a lot of those moments throughout the episode to remind us to laugh, to enjoy the ride along the way. 

I definitely cried at the wedding. I told myself I wasn’t going to but I’d already been emotional and teary a few moments before that, and the wedding set me over the edge completely. I was a mess and I never recovered from that point on. The song choice, the setting, MARYSE WALKING MAGNUS DOWN THE AISLE?! The entire thing was perfection and I’m so glad we got the opportunity to witness it. 

I’m glad you enjoyed the finale just as much!!