#i have a soft spot for this ot3

[blbcabelts]

* thinking about candyman on this fine day

[bedlamsbard]

Since it sounds like you're having a real one, you might as well know that your fic helped me come to terms with being poly. It's been a literal age since I last read Gambit but I just thought you should know you helped me figure myself out. Idk if that helps with your imposter syndrome around writing OT3s, but your ObiAniDala was foundational for me

Aww, thank you. <33333

[hanafubukki]

Ot3

Does meleanor avoid hurting mc slash involving them and does lilia try to take advantage of this??

Lilia: does something infuriating

Mela: i will smite you

Lilia:*hiding behind mc* No YOU WONT

[Masterlist; specifically about this ask]

Hello Ladyzsgolla🌷🌺🌻

Yes! Definitely!! Meleanor develops a soft spot for YN and treats them like family, Lilia would even say she treats them better than him. 😂

And Lilia would use that to his advantage once he stops pouting about it.

Meleanor: Really? You’re hiding behind them? You used to call yourself the Right General of Briar Valley??

Lilia: Its called being strategic and using what you have to your advantage.

[whatsaudreythinkingabout]

so this is my incredibly overcomplicated relationship headcanon chart for some of the scott pilgrim characters. a few notes below the pic for extra context:

(NOTE: this was made before the anime came out. some dynamics are subject to change)

all of this takes place after the events of the main story

in this timeline the events of both the books & the movie are canon. the basic idea is that gideon fucking with everyone’s memories caused a fracture in space-time resulting in the respective canons of the books & movie, & once he was defeated the timeline was restored to normal but now everyone has memories of both timelines & it’s a little confusing

the hc of roxy & lisa being separated-at-birth twins is just bc they were both played by mae whitman. idrk how i feel abt this one anymore so i might retcon it

i didn’t get to add it on here yet but i also had a hc of roxy eventually becoming knives’s ninja mentor. roxy can be hard on her as a teacher but she also does have a soft spot for her. they end up having sort of a sisterly bond & roxy knows knives can handle herself as a fighter but she’ll also curbstomp anyone who even looks at knives the wrong way. scott is deathly afraid of her

no one really knows what the deal is with ramona & kim. are they just besties w some homoerotic undertones? friends with benefits? dating/hooking up in an open relationship? all 3 dating each other? who can say (personally i do like the idea of scott/ramona/kim ot3 so it might turn into that)

[giurochedadomani]

I was thinking about mihawk and shanks' potential backstory, and then I started to thinking about shanks and benn's potential backstory, because I'm extremely into the idea of benn getting the first mate job in part because mihawk refused (whether you want to throw ot3 vibes on here or not, I like all options, I mainly like benn finding himself thrown in the middle of mihawk and shanks' whirlwind relationship with little to no heads up)

So, how about Benn being the owner of the pawn shop shanks goes to trade the treasures they rob? I like the idea of benn having the coldest mind for negotiations, and I also like him not knowing a lot about sailing and still finding himself into the second most powerful position of the ship because he's the resident brain cell holder and his job comes down to mainly organizing and managing rather than battle strategy and things like that, which he's more than happy to leave to shanks. But also I really like Benn having a soft spot for this massive brat who comes to his shop very obviously inventing the wildest lies (from his pov) to get him to give him more money and slowly realizing that what his life needs is joining shanks in his adventures.

[lockwood-ot3]

Lockwood & Co Fic Recs: cot3

Lucy/Lockwood/George fanfic recs! By no means comprehensive.

Last updated 7/8/23

I Found A Fox, Caught By Dogs by @twelfthbite Some of the best tension in a scene between L/L/G I have read. My goodness. light kink & D/s tone Literally Everything by TheMalapert but especially her L&Co Bodega Series which includes "Ghosts made them do it" Literally Everything by chahakyn / @shizuoi see my Author Spotlight for extended summaries!

Better than Before Series by @lemonsharks Stunning tension between cot3, then progresses further into the relationship. features the amazing line: "George, I," Lockwood said, then hesitated. "I like the way you look at me, too." Sweet Somethings Series by justice_for_skull (hyper_fix) Insanely hot series including free use & cockwarming. So hot, and soft at the same time.

Sink or Swim by @waiting-for-my-hogwarts-letter Mermaid AU! Freedivers Lockwood and George; local mermaid Lucy

Someone Throw A Lifeline (I Don't Wanna Drown) by @waiting-for-my-hogwarts-letter pre-cot3. Anthony Lockwood hates storms.

Interpolation (A Line We Drew In the Array) by @iantalks Great pacing, and ballet.

Honey honey honey (series) by @fromjannah Pre/developing Lucy/Lockwood/George

aftershocks by @aberfaeth Fantastic magic system theory concept, well-executed

Chivalry Fell on Its Sword by alphabetsoup4u cute get together fic

Kiss It Better by @wolfjawswriter Cute, with fun banter.

whiskers on kittens by 11pmbed great pacing, Locklye --> ot3 progression with fantastic confession from Lockwood

at last, peter rabbit made his way home by 11pmbed drunk!Lockwood & spot-on dynamics between the three of them

Tea for Three by IceAngels sweet ot3 w/ plenty of tea & an observant Portland Row neighbor

Could Never Want For More When I'm Here by @dont-offend-the-bees like a warm hug. fantastic ot3 dynamics!

Gunshots Are More Powerful Than Sheer Stubbornness by @between-two-fandoms such great Lockwood POV, showcasing how & why it's hard for him to be vulnerable. so sweet thunderbolt through my body by @sa-heelies amazing view of George thru Lockwood's perspective and it feels good to be known, so well by @paladinbaby Lucy & George, then George & Lockwood. it takes Lucy & lockwood a minute but they get it together pieces of you and me (and us) by @grasslandgirl bright and dark and beautiful

you should never know how easy you are to need by @grasslandgirl Lockwood develops Hanahaki. Death by heartbreak, and all. Dreadfully boring.

Dressed in Black (head to toe) by cherriepixie27 the Lockwood Dress Fic

Domino Effect by cherriepixie27 insanely hot Maysturbation fic - chain reaction of overhearing each other

chase the echoes from the rafters by @sanvitheartificer Three scenes of Lucy, Lockwood, and George loving each other on purpose.

Turning Saints into the Sea (Series) by @alphacrone “Georgie.” Lucy tilted her head up to look at him. “Do you love him?”

i'd blind myself to see it by @hazelnutchai Includes kissing (for science!) and then kissing (not for science)

Sundress Season by Lindzm1318 getting together Pride!fic with Lucy doing face paints, queer Kipps & Kat, (well, queer everyone) and Lucy irresistible in a sundress, of course. The Night Started Like Any Other by @siapom pre/developing cot3 featuring George in a too-small towel

Blinding Lights by @kennysbirthday Lockwood gets a migraine, and George knows how to help. Lucy follows his lead. featuring great banter

you only live forever in the lights you make by @thethinkingcloth two years after she was ghost-locked, Norrie wakes up. book spoilers! found family goodness, and not just for our cot3 The Care & Keeping of AJ Lockwood by FionaDunn featuring Dom!George with some smokin' hot dirty talk!

hug all your friends and let them know by @beautifulmakkaris Contrary to popular opinion, Lucy realises she’s in love with both boys on the same day.

Please also check out my cot3 fanfiction on Ao3 (Rainshadow07)

Updated 7.8.23

[hawke]

I was browsing through some of my older blogs when I came across this meme and I thought, why not do it again but for another OC, and I wanted to talk about Yves for once so here we are, lol.

B A S I C S - Full name: Yves Velasir - Gender: non-binary - Sexuality: bisexual - Pronouns: any

O T H E R - Family: Monique (mother), Folkher (father) - Birthplace: Baldur's Gate - Job: does being a a part of 'Baldur's Gate great and good' count...? (to clarify, before the main story Yves' job was pretty much being the child of a noble and they were being too repressed to pursue an occupation; she's always wanted to fully dedicate themself to Shar though, ever since they discovered that faith for herself, be it as the head of the church or by becoming a Dark Justiciar) - Phobias: never being free (which is ironic, considering) - Guilty pleasures: tiny frilly cakes - Hobbies: reading, communing with their patron, praying to Shar for comfort

M O R A L S - Alignment: neutral evil - Sins: pride, greed - Virtues: diligence

T H I S  O R  T H A T - Introvert / Extrovert - Organized / Disorganized - Close-minded / Open-minded - Calm / Anxious / Restless - Disagreeable / Agreeable / In between - Cautious / Reckless / In between - Patient / Impatient / In between - Outspoken / Reserved / In between - Leader / Follower / Flexible - Empathetic / Unempathetic / In between (it really depends whether they like you or not) - Optimist / Pessimist / Realist - Traditional / Modern / In between - Hard-working / Lazy

R E L A T I O N S H I P S - OTP: Yves/Astarion & Yves/Shadowheart - Acceptable Ships: Yves/Gortash, Yves/Emperor, Yves/their as-of-yet unnamed patron bc i'm still having a hard time finding a name i like, Yves/Wyll because they are foils - OT3: maybe Astarion/Yves/Shadowheart but also not really - Brotp: Yves/Gale (has a soft spot for him), Yves/Farnese (Farnese is their assigned personal assassin/ bodyguard, but Yves views them like a sister) - Notp: i don't ship her with people they don't like, otherwise they're pretty much my fandom bycicle(tm) 🤷‍♂️

tagging: @shadovvheart @tekehu @ayrennaranaaldmeri @lxdymaria @alistairs @galedekarios @laezels @marazhai @astarionposting @halsin @mercymaker @fereldanwench @bethesdas @fukiana @waterdeep @bhalspawn @utopianoverlord and anyone else who wants to do this meme for their ocs! ♡

[onlyshestandsthere]

What are some of your favourite willow fics to read? also were there any other writers that inspired you?

Oh that's a hard one to answer, there's so many.

I love Armouriam by @commanderbuffy, and really any of her published fics.

I'll be the sweetest thing to ever scare you by @spybrarian lives in my mind rent free, Wyrm Jade for life.

Network Connectivity Issues by @acre-of-wheat is so beloved by me, I would die for cam Kit.

Any of @swashbucklery OT3 fics are fantastic, and I also have such a soft spot for their cowboy au.

These are just a couple, there's plenty more but I'm on the move at the moment and can't put them all.

As for writers, all the gang in the Tanthamore discord have been such an inspiration, usually for angst but also for fluff. I highly doubt I'd have written much of anything if I hadn't joined that group.

[goodmorninglovelies42]

Tagged by @morethanslightly to name my 5 favorite fics. I only have 11 and they’re all pretty short, but here are the ones I’m proudest of or have a soft spot for:

1. the body of someone you love (Ted Lasso OT3): Jamie gets in a minor accident, and Roy has to work through his immediate reaction of processing all negative emotions as anger. Featuring hurt/comfort, minor squabbles and making up, and cuddles and caretaking. I write mostly one shots without a ton of conflict, and this was my first fic with conflict and resolution, and I was proud of it!

2. The Bride (Schitt’s Creek David/Patrick): 5 times David wanted to be a bride and one time he was. I had gender feels and mixed feelings about the way David was referred to as a bride (sometimes negatively) in canon. So I worked through those feelings with a little 5+1 treatment. My first 5+1 fic! Written at the beginning s6 so not fully canon compliant.

3. Our Love in Pictures (Bridgerton S2 Modern Social Media AU): This was mostly just me having fun with Canva and playing around. I don’t usually do AUs, but I adore a good social media AU, and I had a ton of fun looking for pics and thinking of comments the characters would leave.

4. The Play’s the Thing (Schitt’s Creek David/Patrick): my first fic! David and Patrick have fun with a little spanking role play. Your girl’s got a kink and it was fun making my blorbos indulge in it. I also think sex and laughter are such a fun combo, so I loved writing this.

5. Letting Go (Ted Lasso RoyJamie): my first Ted Lasso fic! Basically fluffy spanking. I love non-sexual kink and wanted to give Jamie a stress release spanking. If I’m honest, Roy is a little OOC here, but this was fully a self indulgent projection fic, and I make no apologies. It felt good to write. Like a warm hug.

I’ll tag @catalogercas, @thetarttfuldickhead, and @fanficfanattic. I’d tag @lunar-years, but I think you already got tagged! But if not, here’s a tag too 😜

[bihansthot]

I don’t usually post WIPs but I figured since this one might be long and might take a while to finish, I would. How are we feeling about it thus far? Feedback is appreciated. :) Also a title would also be really helpful. This will be a solo Syzoth x f!reader but there is an established OT3 with Bi-Han too because they’re all together and all happy because I said so, but Bi-Han won’t have a big role in his story. The main focus will be a desperate, animalistic, very much in need Reptile satiating his primal needs with the readers help. Again I don’t know if I’ll have this done by the game’s release, but I’m trying to, my partner is out of town for the next two days, so I have plenty of time to write, but I also have to look after Denny, so I’m trying to balance writing and park time. So, anyway I hope you loves enjoy the sneak peak of what I’m up to.

You yawn and roll around the bed groggily, you’re disoriented and groggy and more pressingly, cold. At some point during the night, your electric blanket had decided to turn itself off and you curse the automatic timer to yourself before burrowing deeper under the covers. Something feels off though, not right, and you roll over towards his side of the bed and realize he’s not there, “Sy?” You call out, unwilling to come out of your mountain of blankets as you search around the bed fruitlessly, “Bi-Han?” No answer from either, not that you expected the Grandmaster to actually still be in the vicinity of the bedroom, he had most likely been awake for quite some time overseeing mission paperwork and morning workouts. You shiver as you force yourself out of bed, very reluctantly, and throw on your heavy fur-laden robes as you make your way to the bathroom. You put your hair back before splashing some water on your face and scrubbing the cleanser onto your face, you take a moment to savor the hot water on your skin. You almost reluctantly pat your face dry with a nice fluffy towel as you set upon the rest of your morning routine, you yawn loudly as you make your face up, of course, both Bi-Han and Syzoth insisted your were beautiful as is, but you wore makeup for yourself, not for your lovers. Besides you didn’t like how sleepy and sickly you always looked without eyeliner on so you set to your task and draw a thin line of coal over your eyelids and make your final touch-ups. You change into your fur-lined day clothes and head out of the Grandmaster’s chambers.

You wander around the compound for a bit trying to keep an eye out for either of your lovers, but having little luck tracking down either. Slowly you make your way to the kitchen, breakfast was long over but if you were lucky you’d still be able to sneak a bowl of congee from the girls in the kitchen. Luck was in your favor as you enter the wonderfully warm kitchen and greet the girls, “Zhilan, good morning!” You call brightly as your morning fatigue seems to lessen upon seeing your favorite of the serving girls.

“Good morning my lady!” she replies happily, bowing lowly as a sign of respect for you, “I set aside a bowl of congee and some soft boiled eggs for you.”

“You’re a live saver Zhilan!” You smile happily as you take the bowl of piping hot congee from her before helping yourself to a nice hot cup of coffee. You take a seat on one of the wooden stools in the spacious kitchen as you begin to enjoy your breakfast, there was nothing particularly remarkable about the congee but it was hearty and warming and in the harsh climate of Arctika, nothing seemed to hit the spot quite like it. You take your time finishing your breakfast, but nearly gulp down the coffee, desperate for the satisfying buzz of caffeine. “Say, Zhilan, have you seen Bi-Han or Syzoth this morning? I can’t seem to find either.”

“The Grandmaster was overseeing the youth practice this morning, but I haven’t see Master Syozth, my lady, I’m sorry I can’t be of more help to you,” she looks down worried as Zhilan replies to your query.

“Ah ok, thanks so much, I’ll go pester Bi-Han then,” you slid the dishes into the sink before thanking the girls again and heading back out into the harsh cold. You make your way to the training grounds following the grunts and dejected cries from the young initiates, “Polar Bear, there you are!” You smile happily as you make your way across the training field and find the Grandmaster there sternly barking out corrections.

“Qīn, you’re finally awake I see,” he smiles playfully as he motions for Kuai Liang to take over directing the young warriors. He glares intensely at his students as he hears snickering and snide comments from a few of the more troublesome students, “you and you! See me after class. I have buckets with your names on them.”

You wince slightly at his tone and the harsh punishment of making the boys stand out in the cold for who knows how long holding heavy water-laden buckets with their arms extended. “Polar Bear, it’s my fault, I shouldn’t have interrupted class, maybe go easy on them for once?”

“There’s no mercy in the Lin Kuei qīn, you should know that by now.” Bi-Han sneers before steering you off to the side, “what’s wrong?”

“Nothings wrong, I don’t think at least, I just can’t find Sy and was wondering if you had seen him,” you answer truthfully.

“I saw him early this morning, something seemed,” the cryomancer pauses for a moment as if searching for a phrase that wouldn’t alarm you, “off. His eyes seemed unfocused and his breathing was hard, I sent him to the physician. I’m not sure a human physician will be able to tend to a Zaterran though.” Bi-Han answers as he cups your worried face and his cold fingers caress your cheek trying to assuage your worries.

“Is, is he going to be ok?” You ask worriedly, torn between staying with Bi-Han a moment longer and running to the medical bay.

“I think it’s just a fever qīn, I’m sure he’ll be fine once it breaks, Syzoth is a strong, powerful warrior, something like a little fever won’t keep him down for long.” Bi-Han reassures as he pats your head, his tall frame dwarfing yours.

“I’m going to go check on him, maybe the healers will have some more information,” you reply before reaching up on your tip toes to give Bi-Han a peck on his cheek.

“I’ll see you for dinner qīn, I have to work through lunch, there’s so many contracts to go through,” Bi-Han sighs as he bids you farewell and heads back to barking orders at the trainees.

You wave goodbye to your lover and his brother before making your way across the sprawling compound to the healers.

[anime-fixation]

A Kunichuuzai fic cuz they are one of my favorite ot3s.

Fragile: Please Handle with Care

The way Chuuya was shaking and crying in Kunikida’s arms made his heartbreak. Meanwhile, Dazai sat solid as stone and stared into memory on the bed above them. He was mumbling to himself but Kunikida could make out a few words, ‘boss’, ‘favorites’, ‘accident’. He eventually decided to move chuuya and himself when he saw the tear tracks running down Dazai’s face.

(Or the boys have terrible ptsd from Mori and Kunikida learns about it he hard way)

Rated: M

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Rape/noncon

Word count: 4126

Check it out on AO3

It all started when a very drunk Dazai made a joke about Kunikida not being able to be in charge of Chuuya and him in bed. They all had been sexually involved with each other for a while, yet Kunikida was never given the chance to be in control like that. After some quick bickering and teasing all because of Dazai’s comment, the three of them drunkenly agreed Kunikida would be in charge tonight. No one knew that something was going to go very wrong.

-

The three men returned to Chuuya’s lavish apartment. Dazai and Chuuya had had a few too many drinks and all three of them were horny. Kunikida was carrying a very desperate Chuuya who clung to him with his legs wrapped around his waist. He was grinding his very hard cock into Kunikida’s stomach through his pants. Dazai stumbled in right behind, still holding a bottle of wine. He was being forcibly led by one of Kunikida’s hands that had intertwined itself in the brunette's hair.

Kunikida tossed Dazai onto the couch. He fell against the cushions and let out a soft grunt while struggling to keep the wine bottle upright.

“You could be gentler!” Dazai complained.

Kunikida raised an eyebrow at his partner, “You could listen better.”

Chuuya chuckled from his spot, still clinging to Kunikida. “If you listened you might get to have a little more fun like I am.”

“What fun would that be, Slug? Grinding myself desperately into him.” Dazai mocked taking a large swig from the wine bottle.

Kunikida smiled at the redhead, “or this.”

Kunikida captured Chuuya's mouth in a kiss. Their lips crashing together in drunk desperation. The smaller man ground his hips harder into Kunikida’s abdomen. The blonde moved his hands around grabbing Chuuya’s ass. Kunikida moved the smaller man with ease, using his hands to grind Chuuya’s hips faster into his own body.

Dazai sat on the couch, his boner painfully obvious from the tent in his pants. He was white knuckling the bottle in his hand, any tighter and the glass might have shattered.

“Bedroom. Now.” Kunikida broke his kiss with Chuuya to bark out the order at Dazai. The brunette took off without a single snarky comment back. Kunikida had learned the other detective was a better listener as soon as you made him horny enough. Kunikida went to follow but Chuuya’s voice made him pause.

“Grab the wine for meee,” Chuuya slurred. Kunikida let out a small laugh and grabbed the abandoned bottle of wine from the table where Dazai had left it. He handed it over to the redhead who grabbed it and started downing the dark red liquid.

As chuuya chugged wine, Kunikida brought them over to the bedroom. Dazai was waiting patiently on the bed just like kunikida ordered. When they crossed the threshold, Kunikida put Chuuya down.

“On your knees in front of the bed,” Kunikida ordered.

“Yes sir,” Chuuya slurred. He stumbled over to stand next to the bed ending up in front of Dazai.

“You’re such a lightweight, slug,” Dazai blurted out, laughing at chuuya.

“Like you’re any better! You’re just as drunk as I am,” Chuuya yelled back. He began gesturing with his hands at Dazai. The motion caused the wine to slosh around in the bottle, drops of red liquid were now running down the outside of the bottle.

“If you two keep arguing things are going to get much worse for you,” Kunikida cut in.

“Sorry,” They immediately responded. Both boys stiffened up looking much more attentive than they did a moment ago.

“A punishment isn’t useful unless it is effective.” Kunikida said in his usual matter of fact tone. “And I’ve been thinking of ways to punish Dazai for some time. I do believe they’d work on you too Chuuya.”

“We understand. We’re so sorry, bos-,” Dazai apologized. Dazai cut himself off before he finished the last word. Leaving Kunikida a bit confused but overall happy that Dazai was being so obedient.

“And give me the bottle of wine before you spill it. If you make a mess there are going to be even more consequences.”

Chuuya’s shaky hand shot out, holding the glass bottle out for Kunikida to take.

“Looks like you two know how to behave after all.”

Kunikida went to grab the wine bottle from the redhead, but with how shaking the shorter man’s hand was and the wine dripping down the side, it caused the bottle to slip from the blonde's hand. It fell and shattered on the floor between him and the mafia executive. A small puddle of wine and glass flooded the hardwood.

‘Damn. Guess I was the one to drop it after all that.’ Kunikida thought to himself. ‘That needs to be cleaned up quickly or it will stain…’

An idea then dawned on the tall man, “Clean it up,” he ordered the redhead. The agency member was too busy keeping an eye on the spreading stain that he missed the major shift in Chuuya’s body language.

“Y-yes boss…”. Chuuya mumbled, falling to his knees quickly.

“Boss?” Kunikida looked at Chuuya confused. Chuuya was already on his knees shaking like a leaf in autumn. Blood was smeared on the floor from the glass now wedged into the redhead's knees. It was as if he didn’t look before he dropped onto them a moment ago. His eyes focused on the shattered glass in front of him frantically cleaning up the shards with his bare hands, cutting himself in the process.

“Chuuya! Don’t hurt yourself.” The worry in Kunikida's voice was evident.

The redhead didn’t seem to hear him; he just kept picking up glass shards.

“Chuuya…”

“I’m sorry,” Chuuya’s eyes never left the floor. “Punish me, Boss. I deserve it.”

‘Punish him for my accident? I know what I said earlier but… it wasn’t his fault? And he’s calling me Boss?’ Kunikida’s thoughts were beginning to fill with questions he needed to ask. First though, he had to calm down Chuuya.

“It’s okay Chuuya. Please stop,” Kunikida’s voice came out like he was talking to a scared animal. He took a step towards the smaller man. The motion caused Chuuya to violently flinch.

“I’m sorry! I’m s-sorry! Imsorry! M’sorry…” Chuuya apologized as he began to shake even harder. He ripped off his hat with one bloody hand throwing the glass he was holding with his other inside it.

Kunikida turned his attention to Dazai for help or an explanation. What he found was Dazai sitting still as stone. He had never seen the demon prodigy so pale.

“Dazai…” Kunikida said, gaining his partner's attention.

When Dazai met his gaze, Kunikida saw just how empty his eyes were. It felt like Dazai was looking through him, not at him.

Kunikida tried again, “Dazai?”

“…”

“Osamu?” Kunikida tried one last time to get Dazai’s attention. It didn’t work. Dazai remained in the state he was in. Kunikida was too smart to think this had anything to do with him anymore. These two had gone through something kunikida couldn’t imagine.

A sob forced its way out of Chuuya's body drawing Kunikida’s attention back to the mafia executive. Chuuya was beginning to hyperventilate while he continued to try and clean. He dropped two more handfuls of bloody broken glass into his hat. There were significantly more cuts on the smaller man’s palm and fingers than a moment ago, drops of blood were starting to mix with the wine on the floor. Kunikida cursed himself for not trying harder to stop Chuuya sooner.

Kunikida took a cautious step towards the mafia executive. Again the redhead flinched but kunikida didn’t stop moving this time. The blonde man knelt down next to Chuuya pulling off his tan vest as he did.

“Hold this. We need to stop the bleeding,” Kunikida stuck his vest out. His eyes never moved from the mess of a man on the floor.

“It’s not cleaned up yet. I can clean it up. I can-“ Chuuya’s voice faded out as Kunikida forced the vest into his hands. He flinched when the fabric touched his open cuts. They met eyes for a moment. Chuuya’s eyes were wide open and there was no hiding the fear that Chuuya was feeling.

Kunikida spoke softly to the redhead, “Can I touch you?”

Chuuya's expression changed to confusion but nodded yes to Kunikida anyway. Kunikida gently put a hand on chuuya shoulder, rubbing gentle circles. When he saw Chuuya take a less shaky breath Kunikida moved his arm completely around his shoulders. The mafia executive fell apart in his arms. His sobs became much louder again and he curled into the blonde man’s chest as he cried.

Kunikida heard a voice from behind him. He couldn’t make out what was being said, only able to make out a word here and there. “Favorite”, “accident”, “boss”.

“Dazai…” Kunikida looked over his shoulder. Dazai was still just as pale as before. This time there were two glistening streaks down his face. His tears dripped from his cheeks onto his bandaged arms that were wrapped around his body holding himself tight.

Kunikida sighed, his chest felt tight watching the most composed man he knew crack in front of him.

“I’m going to move you a bit,” Kunikida warned Chuuya. The smaller man nodded into his chest.

Kunikida scooped up the mafia executive as smoothly as he could. Transferring both of them onto the bed next to Dazai.

“Can I touch you?” Kunikida asked his partner.

Dazai nodded. Kunikida pulled him to his other side. When he did, Dazai let out a broken sob. They stayed like that for a little while. Kunikida gently rubbed their backs, providing any sort of comfort he could.

Dazai stopped crying first. He lifted his head up and straightened his bandages out avoiding eye contact with the blonde man watching him.

Dazai’s horse voice broke the silence, “I can start explaining if you want…”

“I’d like to know. But-“ Kunikida answered. He motioned to Chuuya who wasn’t crying anymore but still hasn’t moved from his position tucked into Kunikida’s chest. “-Only if you both are okay with it.”

“Mori,” Dazai started to explain. “He started touching me when I was 14. Back before he was the boss of the Port Mafia. It was never violent back then. He used to lie and give me all sorts of drugs saying it was good for suicide. Then he would do things to me while I was too drugged to move. It didn’t get violent and abusive until after he became the boss. He found his power could come out in many new ways. When the drugs were mixed with hard punishments he almost seemed joyful. It only happened like that a few times to just me… then Chuuya joined…”

“I made him worse,” Chuuya’s words were muffled. His face was still buried. His fist now clung to Kunikida’s shirt like that of a small child. It created a few stains from the blood still seeping from a few cuts that had glass wedged deep into them.

“He was already getting worse. It wasn’t you,” Dazai said, trying to comfort his old partner.

Chuuya's voice was small and shaking but still Chuuya started to explain his side of things, “It started with him being a bit nicer to me. He gave me jobs that had clearance way above what I should’ve been doing, so I could progress faster in the mafia. He spoiled me every time I came back from a successful mission, dinners, gifts, that sort of stuff. He even let me talk back at meetings without repercussions.”

Dazai took a deep breath before he took over, “He only started calling Chuuya in after we fucked up our first mission. I knew how the night would go as soon as I received the message. I got there first just as Mori had planned. He did it so he could watch me beg to spare Chuuya. Of course that didn’t work. He wanted to ‘break Chuuya in’.”

Kunikidas shirt started to cling to his skin. A wet spot had formed on the front of it. Chuuya had started crying again.

Chuuya straightened up pulling himself together the best he could to continue, “Then we messed up. I knew something was wrong as soon as we came back. Dazai usually would come back from missions and run off to try a new method of suicide but this time he dissapeard to go report to Mori first.

“I was called in an hour later. When I walked into the office Dazai was on his knees in front of Mori… he had Mori’s cock in his mouth, fresh bruises and was only half dressed. Even his bandages were starting to unravel. I froze for a bit at first, not sure what to do. Mori reassured me that Dazai was okay with what was happening. The more he takes the more I knew it wasn’t like that at all. Not that I could do anything Mori started to lead me around soon after. He showed me what he wanted me to do when we got punished in this way. I remember him telling me how this was an ‘unusual punishment’. I shouldn’t worry too much about it happening again. Surprise surprise, that was a lie…”

“The boss started to like Chuuya more than me as time went on,” Dazai visibly grimaced, “We all know his type. I was starting to look too old to play with and well, Chuuya’s smaller. It was easier for him to pretend that he was younger.”

Chuuya rolled his eyes. “Fucking pervert.”

Even despite falling apart a few moments ago the redhead was trying his hardest to seem back to normal.

“Chuuya you’re one of the most powerful gifted I know. How did he…?” Kunikida started to ask but not finishing it when he realized it might be too much.

“That’s why he kept Dazai nearby.” Chuuya answered. “Part of it was to force him to watch the punishment I received. The other part was he was there to help stop me if I started to act out.”

Chuuya shivered, gripping Kunikida again as memories filled his head.

Dazai didn’t need to be told to take over before he continued to explain, “When Chuuya tried to fight back a couple times too many, Mori learned he could just tie us together so there wasn’t even the possibility Chuuya could use his ability. After he realized how well that worked, it happened more and more.”

Chuuya curled back into Kunikida. The harsher details were making it harder and harder to remain calm as they told Kunikida their tales.

Dazai’s eyes were glassy again watching something no one else could see, “I still have the scars from all the times Chuuya would dig his nails so hard into me that I would bleed.”

Dazai trailed off; he was still stuck in his head watching an old memory.

“Dazai, did you ever try to fight back? Mori is threatened by you right?” Kunikida asked before he could stop himself. Dazai grimaced in response.

Chuuya answered instead, “He did. Once. It ended with Dazai staring down the barrel of a gun and a scalpel to my throat. That night was the second worst time we had with him.”

“I’m still sorry about that,” Dazai mumbled, not looking at the redhead.

“You didn’t know he would go as far as he did,” Chuuya reassured.

Kunikida was filled with questions about what happened that night . All of which he knew better than to ask.

So he just started to ask another question to change the subject, “So tonight… what uh…”

“Our worst night with him started with a shattered wine bottle…” Dazai began explaining.

Chuuya cut in before Dazai could continue, “well it didn’t start with that.”

Chuuya started to stare into a memory like Dazai was earlier as he continued to talk, “It was one of the few times that Mori asked for me before Dazai. I tried to keep control. It was hard to fight my own desire to use my ability while Mori ra- …used me... Dazai walked into the room right as I threw Mori off of me. I didn’t mean to, I just acted without thinking.”

“I’ve never seen him so mad,” Dazai took over telling the story again. “If we hadn’t established our great reputation and were just average members of the mafia, I think Chuuya would be dead right now. I went to nullify Chuuya as soon as it registered what happened but Mori stopped me. That’s when the bottle was thrown at Chuuya. Just as Mori wanted, Chuuya didn’t use his ability to stop it. It shattered when it hit him, glass and wine went everywhere. Chuuya was lucky he was already on the floor, or that might have knocked him over.”

“I wasn’t really that lucky with what happened after that,” Chuuya jokes. His voice sounded distant but at least he was trying to keep it together. “He wasted no time to call Dazai over to nullify me after I was covered in glass. Once he knew I wouldn’t kick him off me again, he flipped me over and he…”

Chuuya took a deep breath. His voice had started shaking while he recounted his past “ He f-fucked me into the broken glass. It felt like it lasted forever and the pain never stopped.”

Dazai took over from there, “When Mori was done he made Chuuya clean up the remaining glass and wine from the floor but he could only use his hands for the glass and his clothes to sop up the wine.”

Kunikida felt sick to his stomach. Of course Chuuya would freak out at a simple spill after something like that. Kunikida leaned down to kiss the top of the ginger’s head. Chuuya was shaking again, his breath uneven, and he was back to clinging to Kunikida’s shirt like a small child.

“I’m so sorry,” Kunikida apologized. His voice was soft and gentle. Chuuya made a small noise in response, just enough to let the man know he heard him.

“After that he made me pull each piece of glass from Chuuya’s body with my bare hands,” Dazai continued, determined to give kunikida the whole story. “It took a very long time and Mori sat and watched the whole thing. He kept telling me how I was hurting Chuuya and that there could’ve been an easier way if we behaved better. The fucker made me blow him for a pair of tweezers in order to get the smaller pieces out of Chuuya’s skin.”

Dazai shook his head and let out a dry chuckle. The way Dazai crumbled immediately after shattered Kunikida's heart once again. The brunette curled into himself once more letting out broken sobs between his hyperventilating breaths.

Chuuya’s shaking body crawled out of Kunikida's arms and made his way to Dazai. He wrapped his arms around the other man.

“We’re not there anymore Dazai. I’m okay now. You did what you had to,” Chuuya whispered small comforts to his ex-partner.

“I’m sorry Chuuya… I’m so sorry,” Dazai kept repeating those words over and over as Chuuya held him.

Kunikida wasn’t sure what to do. He was frozen in place watching the two men behave in ways he never thought they’d let him see. They were both so broken and traumatized.

As he watched them, guilt was beginning to grow in the pit of Kunikida’s stomach as the realization of how they ended up talking about all this hit him. Kunikida’s thoughts started to spiral. ‘I would’ve waited until we were sober. I could’ve asked them more questions about hard limits. I should’ve paid more attention to body language. I-I-‘

“Doppo?” Chuuya’s soft voice pulled Kunikida out of his thoughts. “Are you okay?”

“I'm fine. I should be the one asking you that. You still have glass in your hands,” Kunikida redirected.

“You did nothing wrong, you know? No one knew this is how tonight would end up,” Chuuya pointed out. “Also you’re crying so it’s easy to tell you’re not okay.”

Kunikida didn’t realize he started crying. He reached up and touched his cheek. It was in fact wet. He was crying. “…I’m just… I’m so sorry. I didn’t know-“

“-How could you?” Dazai cut in, his breathing was still returning to normal but he stopped crying. “Also it was my idea for you to be in charge. Clearly I didn’t think this is how it would go.”

“I guess you’re right,” Kunikida reluctantly agreed, wiping his tears away.

“Now come here,” Chuuya invited him to cuddle.

“We should get the glass out of your hands first…” Kunikida said cautiously.

Chuuya looked down at his hands, glass shards stuck up out of the skin in various places. His hands had turned completely red from the dried blood and wine stains. Chuuya let out a big sigh, Kunikida knew it was mostly for dramatics.

“I guess you’re right. Can you get me a trash can then,” Chuuya asked.

Kunikida nodded and went to grab the trash can from the bathroom attached to the bedroom. Kunikida returned a moment later with the trash can and a pair of tweezers. In his absence the other two men had untangled and chuuya was sitting off to the side waiting.

“Do you need help?” Kunikida asked. He handed the trash can over to Chuuya and held up the tweezers.

“Not yet, watch this,” Chuuya’s hands began to glow red. With a quick flick of his hand almost all of the glass flew out and into the trash can. “I can get most of it out this way. There’s still a few small pieces stuck in there I’ll need help with…”

Chuuya held up his hands to kunikida, “Help me with the rest?”

“Of course,” Kunikida answered while he sat down next to the redhead on the bed. “Let me know if I hurt you.”

Chuuya nodded. The room fell quiet except for the occasional clink of glass into the trash can.

Chuuya broke the silence first, “Dazai, would you go grab a towel and broom for the hall closet? We still need to clean up the wine.”

“Why can’t you make Kunikida so it,” Dazai whined out.

“Well he’s a little busy. Unless you want to take over for him?” Chuuya snapped back at him.

“…fine.” Dazai begrudgingly accepted his task and ran off to grab the supplies.

While Dazai was off, Kunikida managed to pull all the glass from Chuuya’s hands.

“I think that does it…” Kunikida said.

“Thank you,” Chuuya’s voice was soft again. “Could you do my knees too? There’s not much.”

Kunikida nodded yes. Chuuya threw his legs over the blonde's lap. Dazai returned right as they settled in.

“Oh so you two are just gonna cuddle while I do all of the work!” Dazai complained from the doorway. A towel in one hand and a broom in the other, just like Chuuya asked for.

“Shut up mackerel! He’s pulling even more glass out of me!” Chuuya yelled back. “Now clean up my floor.”

“This wasn’t even my mess! I was on the bed!” Dazai continued to complain.

Kunikida cut in before Chuuya could tell again, “Dazai just clean it up. I’ll do your paperwork for the next week if you do it without any more complaining.”

“Hmmm… two weeks?” Dazai bargained.

“No. One week. You don’t even do your own paperwork half the time. You make Atsushi do it.” Kunikida pointed out.

“You both are against me.” Dazai flung his arms up in the most dramatic fashion he could manage to act hurt.

Chuuya threw a pillow at Dazai which the brunette doged with ease.

“Fine. I’ll take you up on your offer only if I also get to request blowjobs anytime I want during that week too,” Dazai said.

“Fine.” Chuuya and Kunikida said at the same time.

“Whatever will get you to clean,” Chuuya grumbled.

Dazai beamed with happiness at his successful bargaining. As promised he didn’t even complain while he quickly cleaned up the mess on the floor.

Dazai finished cleaning around the same time Kunikida finished pulling the glass out of Chuuya’s knees.

Chuuya got up off the bed. “I’ll need to go wash all this blood off. But after, how about a movie on the couch?”

The other two nodded in agreement. An hour later Dazai and Chuuya were fast asleep on the couch. Dazai fell asleep on Kunikida’s shoulder and Chuuya’s head was in his lap. Kunikida was ignoring whatever movie they decided on. His chest still ached from guilt but was soothed by watching the two men peacefully sleep.

[pqt-tumble]

@ot3-week Day 5: Nontraditional Soulmates

I'm that weirdo who puts Riku in the middle. You know Rikai is my favorite, and I hc Sora gay gray-ace and prefer queerplatonic Sokai. But I have a soft spot for all the ships.

Outfits simplified due to time.

[consistentsquash]

2023 HP Slash Fic Recs (January to August)

My favorite slash fics written in 2023! Full disclosure everything is Snarry except one fic which is Sirius/Albus + Snape/Albus.

In the Margins of What We Know by Malora (January)

Snarry, 27700 words, epistolary fic

Snarry doesn't really get a lot of epistolary fic. So when I saw this one I was super excited. Love it. Really creative fic with a lot of scope/worldbuilding without a lot of words.

Magic and Botany: The Bamboo Forest of Li Xian (book excerpt) A bamboo forest is unusual compared to other forests in that its growth happens beneath the surface. The Bamboo Forest of Li Xian, in fact, could be considered one organism. There is a single root system for the entire forest. Two shoots of bamboo, seemingly distant, can be connected in ways that are not easily seen.

Check out the rest of the Snarry Adopt A Prompt Fest 2022.

  This Mirrored Perspective by @likelightinglass and zalil (February)

Snape/Harry/Tonks, 8000 words, PWP, Dirty bad hot wrong

Ok this is my OT3 and I don't really take questions. But this is my OT3 because of Likelightinglass writing An auror, a professor and a potioneer walk into a bar. This fic has a totally different vibe! It's intense, psychological, dirtybadhotwrong porn with peak self-indulgence. Definitely NSFW.

That nagging sense that he didn't deserve it.

  Night Skye by @titconao3 (March)

Snarry, 11500 words, OTP comfort food fic

Heartwarming OTP fic! It's the best Snarry comfort food fic I read this year. Good vibes, sexy high chemistry, loving/intimate feels, brilliantly characterized, beautiful settings.

“One day…” He shakes his head and looks up at Harry, his eyes like coal. “Today,” Harry says. “Today, Severus; that’s what matters.” This is how, finally, Harry gets Severus to agree.

  Coda to "Soft Touch" by @perverse-idyll (April)

Snarry, 3,300 words, Soft

Have recced before. Will rec again. Because everybody needs to read it for the soft tender vibes. Not really soft. But compared to the intense angsty fic this is a coda for, I feel like it's optimistic and soft and I just feel so happy for my OTP.

"Can a man not toss off in the privacy of his own room without being accused of sabotaging his bloody health? If you can't trust that I have a vested interest in my own recovery - "

Snape spotted Harry, and a flush raced from his collar up to his hairline, exquisitely pink beneath his unnaturally smooth skin. But although he swallowed his tirade, Snape didn't seem particularly put out by having practically shouted his masturbatory claims to the entire office.

Check out Soft Touch the perfect dysfunctional/dirtybadhotwrong massage fic which inspired this coda!

  Devotion by @danpuff-ao3 (May)

Snarry, 27000 words. Intense/dirty bad/hot/wrong.

Exactly what I want from my Snarry! Honestly Danpuff is bringing the oldschool vibes of Snarry back with a bang in their fics every single time and I am just super spoiled now. Snarry forever :D Also love to see Danpuff going into longer fics this year!

Though the worst crime of all is Potter’s. "Did you want to die?" Also The boy knows — he knows — he can take anything he wants. That bitter surrender is surrender all the same. That the force of Severus’ loathing is fed by his longing.

Pro tip - Read Contempt together with this fic. Check out other fics from Snarry-a-Thon 23

  Much Ado About Asmodeus by @ac1d6urn (June)

Snarry, 18100 words, Fluff

Fluff and crack! Really love the oldschool trope parody vibes of this fic. I actually haven't read something like this in a pretty long time. Going on my rereads! Also going on my holiday season reading list :D Also love to see Acid's insane prolific streak this year. I feel super spoiled as a reader! <3

Harry squinted against the rain and promptly attempted to expunge the phrase "Ventus Vultuosus, swish and flick when in a bind!" from his memory. Ugh. Curse you, Common Weather Weathering Spell #13! That'll be the last time I trust anything Witch Weekly puts out in fine print. (Except maybe that last fruitcake recipe.) Now that he thought about it, Auntie Annabelle's Advice Column on "Ten Ways of Bewitching and Beguiling Your Mr Right" didn't seem so reliable either, especially considering some of those later suggestions, and maybe even those in the middle too. Those were a bit wild.

  Promises, promises... by SerenaEW, @acydpop (July)

Snarry, 5000 words, Fluff

Aww!!! The Snarry Summer Fluff I was totally praying for and really needed! Perfect Snarry Bang opener for my reading <3 Also the art! <3

Severus was looking at him, telling him, with only a glance, to shut up before you say something utterly idiotic. The expression on Jamie's face looked nearly identical.

Check out the other fics from Snarry Bang 2023

  Brillig by eldritcher (August)

Dumbledore saying "You disgust me" to people in his life but also meaning "I disgust myself". The more he sees himself in the other person, the more disgusted he gets. Intense, intense beautiful fic. But also healing because he finally overcomes that.

He disgusts you. Ratty, bony, skulking, pleading, raging, raving, frightened of the shadows and frightened of the fog, frightened of you. "You did not save Lily!" he yells. "You did not save James!" he weeps. "You did not save me!" he whimpers, and huddles into himself and trembles as if the North Sea is in his very veins.

Also the math works out!!! Snape/Dumbledore + Sirius/Dumbledore = Snack by proxy actually.

Check out the rest of the spectacularly beautiful Frabjous which contains some of my all time favorite fics.

[hanafubukki]

My comm from @arcdiris came in! 💞💞💚💚 thank you again for this beautiful comm 🥹💞💞💚💚

You guys have no idea how happy this comm makes me. Every time I look at it, I am smiling so widely and my face is heating up. The way I am holding it so preciously 🥰🥹💚

This OT3 has a soft spot in my heart, I adore them so so much, they and this comm brings me so much joy 🥹💞💞

Some fun facts about them:

Knight of Dawn is the sun, Hana is the stars, and Lilia is the moon. I adore celestial motifs and aesthetics as you know. ☺️🌺

Additionally the flowers represents them as well, Knight of Dawn is yellow, Hana is the blue, and Lilia is silver. 🥰🌺💗 There’s many reasons for it that I won’t go into here 💕 I love flower symbolisms 💞💞

You can also see the changing sky in the background.

All of these touches just makes me swoon 🥰💕🥹

(I am terrible at taking pictures 😭🙏)

[kendsleyauthor]

Cliff and Oliver sharing a bed!!

(And Zia if you want 😉💓)

((MORE LIKE Oliver and Zia sharing a bed and the bed is Cliff and they all care deeply and tenderly about each other 😜 Anyway, OT3--))

The Hunter, The Healer, and The Harlot

“I swear, Oliver, if you don’t hold still, I will put you to sleep for a long, long time.” Zia snatched his wrist and spoke through gritted teeth. Pursing her lips, she waved her other fingers over his forearm, gradually knitting the wound shut.

The cut had been unfortunate collateral damage during a dead-end mission. There were no more fairies to be rescued at the warehouse a couple of towns over, but there had been lingering armed guards and a close call. Oliver had slashed himself escaping through a shattered window.

He had haphazardly healed it himself, and Cliff wasted no time in getting him back to the Safehouse—and Zia. She pitched a fit when she saw the poor healing job. Cliff had ushered them to his room since it was closer to the entrance than the healing ward.

“Good to know I’m not your worst patient, Zee.” Cliff rested his head on the pillow, watching the pair of fairies on the nightstand. A soft smile quirked on his lips as they squabbled.

“You’re a close second,” she groused, throwing a narrowed-eyed look at Cliff. “And much harder to hold down.”

“I’m not trying to be difficult, just look what I mean—” Oliver yanked his arm away, eliciting another agonized groan from Zia. “How come when I do it like this, there’s always a scar?” He murmured the healing incantation and waved a hand over the half-healed cut.

“Because you’re doing it wrong!” Zia wailed in distress and buried her face in her hands. She peeked between her fingers. “Cliff. Help. Please help before I strangle him.”

Oliver paused mid-spell to scoff. “Strangle? Sure You’re too sweet to—” The rest was cut off as Cliff sat up halfway and snatched him from the nightstand.

Any resulting protests died when Cliff pinned Oliver gently to his body, just below his chest. The squirms subsided almost immediately. He doubted Oliver would move even if he weren’t pinned on his back. 

“There,” Cliff said, flashing a smirk at Zia. “Shuts him up every time.”

“You do this to shut me up?” Oliver said, halfheartedly offended. He hummed. “Never mind. I won’t complain.”

“Seems effective.” Zia cracked a smile at the sight, flitting over. “Turn his arm over.” She nodded as Cliff flicked a finger and presented the back of Oliver’s forearm. “Perfect.”

She practically straddled Cliff’s index and middle fingers to reach the wound—inadvertently leaning over Oliver and sandwiching him between herself and Cliff. Oliver, for his part, contentedly turned his head to rub his cheek against Cliff’s shirt. Then he peeked up at Zia, and Cliff spotted the corner of a dizzy smile on his lips.

“I have something incredibly inappropriate to say,” Oliver announced. He sighed. “But I think I’ll just savor the moment.”

“And we thank you for that.” Zia seemed in much better spirits now that she didn’t have to strangle him. 

As she spoke the incantation, Cliff gingerly brushed her side with his thumb to keep her steady in her awkward position. She unabashedly leaned into his touch, and he swore he could feel her breathing slow to match the pace of his steady breaths beneath her. 

When she was finished, she flopped over beside Cliff’s hand and gave a heavy sigh.

Cliff chuckled and ran a fingertip across her forehead to swipe her hair out of her eyes. “I think being around Oliver makes you more dramatic,” he said.

Oliver, freed from Cliff’s hand, sat up and touched the healed wound. There was no trace of it other than a faint redness. “You’re incredible, Zee,” he sighed. “You should come with us next time.”

“So that you can comfortably throw yourself at every shard of glass in sight?” Zia laughed wryly. “No thanks.”

He waved her off. “Sharp objects can’t resist me, that’s not my fault. But really, really. The three of us would make such a great team. Think of it! The hunter, the healer, and…” Oliver put a hand on his chest and smiled prettily. “The harlot.”

Zia gave a beautiful whoop of laughter. “They’ll sing songs about us for generations to come.”

“See? It’s a good idea.” Oliver inspected the back of his forearm again and looked slightly less enthused. “You know… this actually would have been a great spot for a scar.”

Cliff delicately grabbed Oliver’s wrist and squinted. “You’re not wrong.”

“Stars.” Zia’s grin dropped into exasperated annoyance, but the aggravation didn’t quite reach the light in her eyes. “I’ve had enough. I’m heading back to the ward.” She stood on Cliff and stretched her arms and wings. “I prescribe you both with bed rest. Goodbye.”

“Oh, please. You know you’re in no mood to fly off.” Oliver stood and was by her side in an instant. “Why don’t you stay?”

Her face flushed. “I couldn’t.”

Cliff felt like a very dramatic play was being enacted on his torso. He cupped a hand beside the pair of them. “You could,” he said. “Plenty of room.” But he wasn’t holding his breath—Zia behaved as though the healing ward was her only source of oxygen.

She bit her lip and looked between them. “I don’t know…”

“Zia, dear.” Oliver took her hand. “You were in the ward before we left, you were in the ward when we arrived, and I’m sure you will be in the ward when Cliff and I meet some embarrassingly stupid death. You’re the best healer in the world, and all we’re asking for is a few moments for you to rest with us. Please.”

The melodramatic dumbass even kissed the back of her hand and clutched it to his chest, hitting her with the most pathetically puppy-eyed look in existence.

She gaped at him a second, and then gave a bemused laugh. “Fine.”

“Are you kidding me?” Cliff sat up a little, making the two fairies lose their footing and slide down a few inches—he dropped a hand to stop them. He pouted at Zia in particular. “I invite you to take a break all the damn time, and he gets a freakin’ yes just like that?”

She shrugged. “He’s very convincing.”

“You were pissed at him just a second ago!”

Oliver threw his arms around Zia’s shoulders, hugging her tightly. “She got over it. Besides, look at me. Who can stay pissed at this face?”

Cliff rolled his eyes.

Zia grinned teasingly. “I can leave if you’re that offended.”

“No,” Cliff said immediately.

He cupped both hands around the fairies and laid back down. After a brief pause to contemplate where to set them, he brought his hands higher and tucked the fairies near his neck.

As he eased the pressure, he smiled faintly at the sensation of them adjusting around each other and settling against him. His eyes fluttered shut at the sound of their hushed laughter and bickering about whose limbs should go where.

When they finally stopped moving, Cliff brushed a thumb down to feel them. He recognized Zia’s pixie cut and the scars on Oliver’s wings.

Cliff let out a slow, contented sigh. He couldn’t keep them safe every second of the day—but here and now, he could shield them from the world behind his hands.

((A/N: Your Honor, I love them.))

[samanthahirr]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

Off the Books (Skyfall AU, 00Q, Explicit, 83k WIP). By far my most ambitious project to date! The James Bond I’m writing as the narrative POV here feels like why I’ve loved James Bond for decades; the stoic spy, the broken man, the hopeful lover, the inveterate manipulator, the skilled fighter, the loyal subject, the shameless hedonist. And on top of all of that, the claustrophobic complexity of an unreliable narrator too busy ignoring his own traumas to see his world clearly. I’m really looking forward to writing the finale of this epic romance-and-revenge tale this Fall!

Please Ask (for Help) (James Bond, 00Q, Teen+, 29k). I think this has been my favorite fic to write. I wrote it based on a super-sweet art prompt of James Bond taking care of injured Q, and that sweetness gave me the excuse to fully indulge in all my favorite tropes: hurt/comfort, pining, and James Bond in love. Is it self-indulgent? Yes. Do I feel a bit exposed by all of the yearning in this fic? Yes. But every inch of this fic feels written ‘for me,’ which I suppose is why I loved every moment of the writing process.

Roman Holiday (Spectre AU, 00Q, Teen+, 2k). This canon-divergence prompt, randomly assigned as part of Festive Fanwork Fiesta, turned out to be the perfect prompt for me. I saw the whole scene instantly and wrote it in a rush of excitement. I’m really proud of the structure and pacing and dialogue and feelings packed into this short scene, not to mention the world of possibilities it opens up for what comes next. In a way I can’t put into words, this one feels like a quintessentially me fic, a perfect exemplar of my style.

Aftershave (The Man from UNCLE, Illya/Napoleon/Gaby, Explicit, 4k). I’m thrilled with how the characterizations and voices turned out in this fic; they feel like they’re straight out of the 2015 movie! For all that it’s an OT3 established relationship, I loved putting Illya into a situation where he has to confront his remaining reservations about Napoleon—the American’s incessant needling, the way his smirks always feel like an insult. And what better time to confront your trust issues (and your partner’s latent trust kink) than when he’s holding a knife to your throat…

A $500 Bottle of Bordeaux (Glam RPF, Adam/Kris, Teen+, 8k). This one’s a real throwback! The first fandom I ever wrote for was American Idol RPF, and even though I haven’t read or written RPF in several years, I have such a soft spot for this particular fic. What starts as a classic meet-cute between a fan and his Broadway-star crush becomes wildly complicated over the course of an intimate dinner party. I love how the four characters all have their own motivations and histories, and none of them are ‘bad’ people, despite the ways they hurt one another; there’s a lot of forgiveness and heart in this fic. The goodnight kiss at the end is some of my most romantic writing, and overall it’s a really hopeful, romantic story that always feels comforting to revisit.

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