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DP X DC Prompt

Danny gets summoned by a cult.

again.

Unfortunately, this time they tried to give him a sacrifice in the form of a small child.

Fortunately, the kid is still alive at that point in the summoning since the cult was operating under the assumption that he wanted to eat them alive or something (which. gross! but useful for him at least).

They make it out of the area that the summoning took place in pretty easily, but now they have to do a cross country trip in order to get the kid back to their family while trying not to draw the cults attention (which they already did once after attempting to contact the kid's guardian in a nearby town)

in the meantime though, this kid is acting pretty sketchy...

aka the cult accidentally (or even purposefully) used a kid that's related to a cape in one fashion or another and now said child is on a cross-country trip with a being of unknown ethics and abilities.

who are they and what do they do?

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @steddieholidaydrabbles.

Were You Wooing Me?

Prompt Day 11: Cabin | Word Count: 769 | Rating: T | CW: Language | Tags: Post S4, Eddie Munson Lives, Dustin Henderson: Matchmaker, Background Ronance (or not, your choice), Acting on Feelings, First Kiss,

It could be worse.

It could be better, too.

But it could definitely be worse. In the pro column, it's not located in the Upside Down, Steve supposes. But Henderson could have also not talked it up quite as much as he did. It looks like his great-grandparents just walked out one day and never returned. 

"Is there really only one bed?" Robin asks, pacing around the cabin, as if another room is suddenly gonna appear. 

"Looks that way," Nancy says, and Steve is pretty sure there's not room for more than one bedroom here. But Dustin swore there was room for all four of them, easy. 

He's a dirty, little liar.

Eddie's settled into the old rocking chair, and is gently keeping himself swaying. He's always moving as far as Steve can tell, but right this second he's looking distinctly unbothered for Eddie.

"You two take the bedroom, we can crash on the floor," Eddie says, and Steve thinks that's awfully generous of him. But it does make the most sense. He can't imagine listening to Robin yap about being stuck on the floor. 

This will be easier for everyone. Even if it means he has to sleep on the floor with the mice.

Fuck, he hopes there's not mice.

The girls go to bed, and he can hear them in the bathroom, washing their faces or whatever it is that girls do once they are in a bathroom together.

Eddie has started a fire, and it's actually warming up nicely. Steve has squatted down in front of the fire, rubbing his hands together as Eddie bustles around behind him. Steve's leaving him to it. Eddie was quite adamant that he didn't want, nor need, Steve's help.

It's still the floor, so Steve isn't getting too excited. But at least they probably won't freeze to death. They did bring a pile of extra blankets, just in case, because Nancy made them, and Steve's happy about that, now. This place wasn't exactly ready for guests. Eddie gathered up their share of the blankets, and said he was making them a pallet on the floor. Steve's not really sure what that means, but he lets Eddie do his thing.

"Tada," Eddie sing-songs, and Steve turns his way.

Whoa, it looks just like a bed, just without a mattress.

"Wow, how'd you learn how to do that?" Steve asks, and he's almost scared to mess it up.

"Wayne," Eddie answers. "I stayed with him a lot as a kid, and he'd always make me a pallet bed. Most of the time it was better than anything I had at home."

Steve swallows. That's a depressing thought. 

"That was before he had to give me his room when I moved in officially to make the state happy, of course. He bought a roll-away at an old motel auction for himself. It was never as good as his pallets, though."

Steve bets they made Eddie feel special, because hell, this right here tonight makes Steve feel special. It's not just a pile of blankets on the floor, which is definitely what Steve would have done if he'd been in charge.

"It looks really nice," Steve says, "thanks, Eddie. I would have just slept on the hardwood floor."

Eddie laughs. 

"Just get in bed, Harrington."

They lay shoulder-to-shoulder. Steve has been feeling some feelings about Eddie for a while now and he's just pushed it all down as deep as he could hide it. Sure that Eddie wasn't interested.

But, well. Maybe. 

Everything he's done tonight feels a little bit like wooing. 

And Steve?

He'd really like to be wooed. 

It's quiet between them, only the crackling fire providing background noise. It's a comfortable silence, though. 

But Steve still can't help himself.

"Were you wooing me?" Steve asks, and immediately regrets opening his mouth.

Eddie laughs, and Steve kind of wants to jump in that fire just to escape this. He shouldn't have said anything. He feels like a fool.

"I've been wooing you for months, Harrington. You just realized that?"

"Yes," Steve says, then adds, "No. I don't know. I didn't want to assume."

"Assume away."

And Steve wants to, he really, really wants to. 

Steve rolls onto his side, so he can see Eddie better. Eddie rolls onto his side as well, meeting him face-to-face.

"You think Henderson did this on purpose?" Steve asks.

"Oh, hell yes he did," Eddie says, and Steve smiles. 

He can't be that mad about it, then.

And Steve reaches out and cups Eddie's cheek, leaning in, his lips pressing to Eddie's for the very first time.

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[thesoobfiles]

a dance of two swords – l. haechan (m)

word count: 6.4k

summary: boy meets girl. boy falls in love with girl. girl happens to be an assassin sent to take care of boy. yk, classic love story.

prompt: “all that blood looks good on you. It really brings out your eyes!”

tagging: @kookthief @honajoong

a/n: thank you so much to everyone who voted and helped me decide to make this one part! this is my first time writing for an idol, so I hope this doesn’t go terribly wrong! but it’s an AU (heir!Haechan x assassin!reader) so I think there’s room for a few OOC moments ☝️ also, i never give the voice behind the comms a name so feel free to imagine it as any NCT member or idol of your choice! most importantly, this is NSFW! if you’re a minor, please don’t interact!

Thursday, Sept. 1, 20XX

“Whoever chose this bright ass yellow as the school-issued uniform needs to be studied…” You mumbled under your breath as you begrudgingly put your arms through the blazer of your school uniform. Smoothing out the wrinkles in a frustrated fashion, you looked over your appearance in the bathroom mirror before a voice rings out through your comms.

“(Y/N), relax. Remember, everyone else is wearing the same uniform, so it’s easier to blend in… Besides, isn’t it nice to wear an official high school uniform? Or have a real first day of school? You know, experience a normal childhood?”

Let’s rewind, shall we? You aren’t necessarily your run of the mill senior high school student. No no, you’re an assassin. Born and raised in the confines of an underground facility your home country swore they didn’t have anymore. Extensively trained in hand-to-hand combat as well as quite skilled in a few close-range weapons such as the sword, the nunchucks and your personal favorite, the dagger.

You were flown out to South Korea so you could handle a special issue that your Korean counterparts were unsuccessful with: taking care of Lee Donghyuck.

Lee Donghyuck, often called “Haechan” by friends, is the son of an incredibly successful man. Lee’s father runs Spade Inc. It’s like if you were to take Google, Samsung and Apple, roll them into one company, and put one man in charge. Obviously, this means that Lee and his entire family are worth tons of money; however, no one has been successful in tapping into this gold mine.

You were about to change all that.

“Short skirts were never really all that desirable to me, in all honesty. God, i’d be flashing the entire student body if I were to bend over and tie my shoes…” you replied with distaste as you returned to your reflection in the mirror, spinning around so that you could fix your bow.

“Besides, it’s much easier to kick ass in my polyester.” You say, walking out of the bathroom with your bag slung over shoulder.

“If you say so…look alive, target is approaching.”

You look up just in time to see the man of the hour: Lee Donghyuck.

He’s walking straight for you, or at least it looked like he was. He makes a sharp turn as soon as you open your mouth, and it feels like he walks past you in slow motion. You turn your head in his direction with your mouth still slightly agape, he looks at you from the corner of his eye and he smirks as he walks into the men’s bathroom.

You close your mouth, clear your throat, and pretend that wasn’t the tiniest bit embarrassing.

“Or not… my bad…”

“Yeah, it IS your bad…” you whisper with a bite as you check your watch.

“12:20… lunch period is almost over…” you sigh as you walk away from the bathrooms and toward your final class. Luckily, you share this class with Donghyuck, so you’ll see him later. You actually share 3 out of 4 classes with him, but you can’t really take Sex Ed III with him since each block is separated by gender. A precaution taken by the school to avoid unnecessary ruckus in the classrooms. No matter how old they get, boys will be boys.

You push the door of the classroom open and scan the room for potential threats. Unless two girls giggling in the front left corner counted as a threat, you were in the clear. You settle into a seat in the back corner and whip out your laptop. The seat is by a window and it’s in the very last row, the best seat for emergency exits and observing your target. No matter where Donghyuck sits, you’ll have the perfect visual of him.

As soon as the warning bell rings, you feel someone plop into the seat next to you. You turn your head to your right and suddenly, you’re seeing the visuals of Lee Donghyuck a LOT closer than you initially expected. You mask your surprise the best you can, blink twice, and return your focus to your laptop.

Boy, the photos do him no justice whatsoever. This man is nothing short of drop dead gorgeous.

“Not even a hello, darling?” you hear from your right.

You furrow your eyebrows and whip your head towards the voice, “Excuse me, do we know each other?” you ask incredulously.

“Not yet. I’ve seen you in a few of my classes and it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I’m Lee Donghyuck, but you can call me Haechan.” He flashes you a smile with his right hand extended in your direction.

At the same time, a familiar voice rings out through your comms.

“Damn, could you sound any more enthusiastic?”

You roll your eyes in response and take his hand. You’ve read plenty of documents about Donghyuck and his personality, so you know that he likes it when they play hard to get. You extend your hand in his direction and introduce yourself.

“Kim Suji.” You lie through your teeth as you watch him tenderly grab your hand and kiss the back of it. You’d be a liar if you said your heart didn’t skip a beat.

“A Korean name?” he asks curiously. Which is entirely fair because you don’t look like you have a single Korean bone in your body.

“From my mother’s side.” You immediately respond.

“아 그럼 수지씨의 한국어를 어때요? (Ah, then how is your Korean?)” Haechan asks with a mischievous glint in his eye.

“나쁘지 않아요, 동혁씨. (Not bad, Donghyuck.)” you reply with a smile as you retract your hand and face your laptop.

“Wow, he really tried you like that… Good thing you took those Korean classes over the Japanese ones…”

You chuckle as the final bell rings.

“Good afternoon, class. My name is Professor Ryu and welcome to Advanced Song Writing!”

You can feel Donghyuck still looking at you, but he looks way when the teacher starts calling names for attendance.

You get through the class with no issues. You focus on paying attention and before you know it, there’s only 5 minutes left of class.

“Alright class, thank you for bearing with me through the first day formalities. At the end of the semester, you’ll have to turn in a song that follows the criteria in the rubric I mentioned earlier. I’ll post it for everyone’s convenience.”

The teacher pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose, looking at the clock on the back wall of the classroom.

“Alright, there’s only a minute left. Everyone, look at your desk mate. This person will be your partner for the end of semester project. Please take good care of each other and let’s get along! That’s it for today's class! See everyone tomorrow!”

The bell rings seconds after her ending comment and the classroom erupts in noise. Friends high fiving, acquaintances exchanging numbers and peers introducing themselves to each other.

“Alright, Donghyuck. It looks like we’re part-.” You stop short as you turn your head to find an empty seat.

“What the…” you look down at his desk to find a note.

Sorry Suji... Needed to slip out for a business meeting as soon as class was over, but here’s my number ~

010 – XXXX - 0606

- Haechan <3

“Wow, writing love letters already?”

“Oh, zip it. You already know he’s a huge flirt. He must’ve slipped out when the bell rang…” you say to the empty classroom as you place your belongings in your bag and make your way out of the room.

“Donghyuck getting past YOUR senses? Oh, someone alert the press…”

“He’s clearly a challenge… I mean, you wouldn’t fly out a foreign operative for kicks and giggles…” you reply matter-of-factly as you put your wireless earphones in, so people don’t think you’re talking to yourself on your walk home.

“Alright, you got me there. I’m waving the white flag of surrender. No need to so sound defensive…”

You roll your eyes for what feels like the 10th time today and hit up the convenience store on your way home. If there’s anything you love about Korea, it’s the super easy meals sold at the CU. You grab a few triangle kimbap and bring them to the counter. You give the cashier a couple bills and bow before taking your leave.

A short walk leads you to the front door to your “home.” You unlock it and scan the room for any signs of tampering. Not that there’s much that can be tampered with. Staying in an apartment used only for short term missions, there isn’t that much to see. One room. A foldable table and chair, a mini fridge and a really crappy couch. Being met with no signs of tampering or potential threats, you put down your bag, store the food in the fridge and sign off on comms.

“Talk to you tomorrow, (Y/N). Stay safe.”

“You too.” You remove your earrings and put it in the special box given to you when you were first given this assignment. You place the bow with the hidden camera right next to it, lense face down.

You plug in your laptop and hit the showers. After your shower, you sit down at the dinner table with your kimbap and look at the note Donghyuck left you.

“Referring to himself as Haechan when we aren’t even well acquainted… what a forward guy…” you scoff as you enter his number into your phone.

To: 010-XXXX-0606

“Hey, it’s Suji. Is this Lee Donghyuck?”

You hit send and take a bite out of your kimbap.

“Not bad…” you utter to yourself when you already feel a vibration.

From: Lee Donghyuck

“No need to government name me… Aren’t we friends? ~”

You scoff. This boy is way too friendly for his own good.

Suji: “We just met today and you’d consider us friends?”

Donghyuck: “That’s how you get closer to people you want to get to know better ~”

Suji: “Aren’t you supposed to be in a business meeting?”

Donghyuck: “We just wrapped everything up… Your timing was quite perfect actually…”

Suji: “When and where do you want to meet?”

Donghyuck: “Aw, do you miss me already? ~”

You needed a moment to pause and let the audacity of this man sink in. You couldn’t help but laugh because in all your years of performing missions, never have you met someone who has come off as strong as Donghuck. Well, you know you’re a beautiful girl. That’s normally why you’re assigned to cases where the target is male. They more often than not fall for your looks, which sooner or later leads to their demise.

Suji: “For the project, Donghyuck.”

Donghyuck: “You’re no fun </3 We can meet tomorrow after class. My place, unless you don’t feel comfortable enough?”

Huh, even when he’s flirting, his manners are still intact. You’re reminded of your first meeting with Donghyuck, when he grabbed your hand and tenderly placed his lips to the back of your hand… You didn’t show it, but it made you a bit nervous. This is the first mission you’ve been on where the target is not only in your age group, but he’s totally your style.

“Maybe in a different life, we could’ve been lovers…” you whisper as you draft up your next text.

Suji: “That’ll be fine. See you tomorrow.”

Donghyuck: “See you tomorrow ~”

Friday, Sept. 2, 20XX

You walk into class with sunglasses on your head and a mask over your face. If you’re going to Donghyuck’s house today, it’s best to complete the mission as soon as possible. Obviously, you don’t want videos of you entering the premise on file, so you need a low-key kind of disguise. Honestly, you weren’t expecting to have the chance so soon, but the sooner the better.

The classes zoom by and before you know it, you’re in your last class. Your butt just met the chair when you hear a concerned and already rather familiar voice.

“I didn’t have the opportunity to ask, but are you feeling sick today? We can meet at a later date if you aren’t feeling well…” Donghyuck.

“It’s just a precaution. My allergies normally act up around this time.” You brush off his concern as you lower your mask in the classroom. You offer him a smile and he immediately brightens up.

Unlike the other classes, this one doesn’t breeze by so easy. It’s possible that the only reason they went by so quickly was because you had no one to distract you, but this is the only class where you and Donghyuck sit next to each other. It was hard to pay attention to the teacher talk about the importance of bridges when there was a face that you know inspired hymns right next to you.

You put your laptop to sleep. Why? So you can stare at Donghyuck’s reflection on the empty screen. It’s not like you cared about your grades here anyway. You weren’t staying for long, but wow he truly is a stunning individual. His tan skin that was completely free of blemishes, his focused face that still managed to hold a softness despite his well-defined features, his fluffy brown hair that fell into his eyes, but gently caressed the top of his blazer…

It isn’t until Donghyuck looks down to type on his own laptop that you’re snapped back to reality. You quickly jot down some notes on your laptop, so it looks like you were paying attention and not like you spent the last few minutes spacing out to Donghyuck’s face.

Closing your laptop, you decide to whip out your notebook instead. At least you can’t stare at him that way…

The class is beginning to wrap up when you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn to Donghyuck and raise your eyebrows curiously.

“I can drive us to my place after class if you aren’t busy.” He offers sweetly.

“Sounds great.” You smile, pulling your mask back up.

You walk out together and head to the senior lot. You know Donghyuck drives a sixth-generation Mercedes-Benz SL, but he doesn’t know you know, so you just follow behind him. You reach his car and he opens the door for you and guides you in.

“What a gentleman.” You muse as you sit in the passenger seat. He smiles and walks to the driver side.

“I’ve been told girls like being the passenger princess.” He chuckles.

“You’ve been told? It’s not first hand experience?” You joke.

“Well, I don’t normally drive girls around haha…” he replies as he starts the engine.

You were about to make another quip when he rests his hand on the back of your headrest. Good thing your mask is still up because the speed in which your jaw snapped shut is equivalent to that of a mouse trap. The reason? You’re currently looking at Donghyuck reverse out of the student lot, one hand on the wheel and his neck turned towards the rear windshield.

Your eyes travel from his face down to the veins on his neck, only to land on his left hand that rests so nicely on the material of the steering wheel. You could imagine a few more places where his hands could rest just as nicely…

You snap your head towards the windshield and close your eyes. You don’t remember acting this horny even as a pre-pubescent teen during your formative years. What the hell is wrong with you??

“The drive isn’t that long, but it isn’t short either, so you can put on some music if you’d like.” He offers.

Donghyuck’s house is far too nice to be located in Seoul. His family lives in the same house they’ve lived in since he was born, which is in Goyang. Roughly a half hour drive from SOPA, nothing crazy.

“Thanks…” you reply softly. Picking up his phone from the console, you type in a song you know he’ll love.

Girl, close your eyes Let the rhythm get into you Don’t try to fight it There ain’t nothing that you can do

“You like Michael Jackson??” he asks, clearly shocked.

“Of course. His songs are nothing short of legendary.” You reply with pride as you queue a few more songs and return his phone to the console.

He laughs in disbelief and starts singing along.

“I wanna rock with you. All night ~”

Your eyes widen at the sound of his voice. You knew he could sing but boy, is he a damn good singer…

You’re learning so much about Haechan that the files can’t teach you… All you had to go off of were a few recent pictures and pages of facts about him. It’s easy remembering the fact that he’s a Junior Black Belt holder or that he has a passion for music, but hearing him sing in real time is something akin to an out of body experience.

Haechan serenades you all the way to his house and all you can say is that calling it a “house” is a grave understatement. He lived in nothing less of a castle. It was clearly passed down from generation to generation as you couldn’t possibly imagine a building of this stature being built in today’s day and age.

He pulls up to the front door of his not-so-humble abode and parks. Exiting the vehicle, he walks over to your side and opens your door once more. This time, extending his hand towards you so he can help you out.

“Wow, this dude must’ve had some serious etiquette classes drilled into his brain. I cannot imagine a normal guy doing all this jazz for you…”

You can’t help but mentally agree. Unfortunately, the men of today are so incredibly uncultured, it’s past the point of humor.

“Welcome home, Young Master Donghyuck.” You hear an aged voice say as soon as the door swings open.

“Good afternoon, Hajoon.” He replies with a soft smile on his face.

“Welcome to the Lee residence, Miss Suji.” Hajoon turns to you and does a 90 degree bow.

“Thank you for having me.” You reply, returning his bow.

“Cameras are down.”

You smile weakly as you walk through the front door of the Lee residence. You adjust the sunglasses on your head and lower your mask while slipping off your outside shoes and replacing them with the guest slippers provided by Hajoon.

“Young Master Donghyuck, Miss Suji, would you care for a freshly squeezed beverage?”

Before you can even open your mouth, Haechan speaks for the both of you.

“That would be lovely, Hajoon.”

Hajoon bows and turns to a doorway that you assume leads to the kitchen.

Haechan begins walking to the foot of a spiral staircase, probably leading you to a room where you can work. He turns to you with a smile.

“You MUST try Hajoon’s fresh lemonade. It’s the best you’ll ever have.” He winks at you as he proceeds walking up the staircase.

You stand there at the bottom, doe eyed.

“…i-if you say so…” you stutter.

“Did you just stutter?? (Y/N), you do remember that this dude flirts with anyone and everyone, right?”

You give the side eye to no one in particular, but you know who it’s for. Of course you knew that, but you were just a girl after all. No matter how well trained you were, is it so crazy to believe that a little attention from a hot guy could have this effect on you?

“Do NOT let your personal feelings get in the way of the mission.”

Good thing Haechan is a good few steps in front of you, so you reply a bit snappily.

“Please, I’m not 5. I’m perfectly capable of following instructions.” You mumble under your breath. Although, you weren’t really as determined to end his bloodline as you were in helping him further it…

You reach the top of the staircase and follow Haechan down the hall to a room with double doors. He pushes them open, and you’re met with a very large and beautifully decorated room. Bookshelves lining the walls, paintings adorning the walls without, a wooden table in the center of the room with one larger-than-average couch and a tray of snacks in the center.

Haechan spins around with his arms wide open in a “ta-da” like manner. You raise your eyebrows and nod in amazement. You almost forgot that his parents are incredibly well off and have the funds to buy 50 more houses like the one you’re currently standing in.

“Hajoon will bring the drinks up when he’s done.” He states as we walks over to the couch, urging you to sit first.

You smile at him and take a seat. You on the right-hand side and Haechan on the left-hand side. He immediately reaches for a cracker on the tray and offers it to you. How nice. You move to grab it and he quickly yanks it out of your grasp. You furrow your eyebrows and try again only for it to be moved just out of your reach.

You squint your eyes at Haechan, and he chuckles. He’s holding the cracker in his left hand, dangling his arm over the couch, taunting you. With every inch towards Haechan, his back reclines further and further into the couch until his head lies on the armrest. You put your left hand on the back of the couch for leverage and stretch out your arm once again in an attempt to grab the snack.

He giggles and it all happens so fast. Your left arm slips, he drops the cracker and you face-plant right into his chest.

“Shit, is your physical trainer a brick wall??” you ask as you prop yourself up with your left hand once again. Your right hand flies to your nose and rubs it for some sort of relief.

Your eyes are still squeezed shut in pain as your right hand hovers over your nose. Haechan is silent even after you pose your question. You open your eyes and you see that you’re only a few inches from his face.

You freeze in place, right hand still over your nose as you lock eyes with the man you were tasked to kill.

His eyes bore into yours and they sparkle as they do.

“Hi gorgeous.” He whispers as he smiles at you.

You grab a pillow from beside you and smoosh it over his face and no, it has nothing to do with your heart racing a mile a minute. Death by asphyxiation. You can work with that.

Well, you could’ve worked with it until there was a knock at the door. Even though it was slightly ajar, you assume it’s protocol to knock before entering.

You roll your eyes and remove the pillow from Haechan’s face, allowing him to sit up and fix his appearance. Although, he misses his hair because it still looks an absolute mess. But you have to admit, he looks quite cute with his hair all ruffled… Hajoon enters shortly after his knock on the door and he sets the lemonade down onto the table. He bows and takes his leave, shutting the door as he does.

All of a sudden, you hear static. That’s not good. There must be some kind of frequency blocker in the door and now there’s no way for you to communicate. That’s fine. You don’t need him to complete your mission.

You finally remove your right hand from your face only to see blood covering your palm. Your eyes widen, but Haechan is the first to speak.

“Oh dear…” He hurriedly grabs a napkin from the snack tray and hands it to you. You grab the napkin from Haechan, and you retrieve a hand mirror from your bag. Assessing the damage, you carefully wet the napkin with the condensation from the pitcher of lemonade and gently wipe at your face. It’s really quiet, which is unusually for Haechan, so you look up only to see him already staring at you.

“All that blood looks good on you… It really brings out your eyes!” he awkwardly compliments you.

He has fear in his eyes and yet you burst out laughing.

You’re too busy laughing to respond. It isn’t until you’ve got all the giggles, laughs and chuckles out of the way when you speak up.

“Oh wow, I didn’t know you were so funny…” you trail off as you wipe a tear from the corner of your eye.

His chuckles are unsure, but his nerves give you confidence. So, you put a hand on his thigh, and his breath hitches.

“A compliment is hardly the first thing that comes out of the mouths of people who’ve made me bleed…” you say cryptically with a sly smile on your face.

He blinks at you with wide eyes,

“What? Has no one ever flirted back with you?” you ask, turning your body so you’re facing him. You inch closer and closer and he inches further and further until his head lays on the arm rest once again.

“Or are you frightened about what happens to people who’ve made me bleed?” you smugly inquire as you place your knees on either side of Haechan’s pelvis, his legs straightening onto the couch cushions in response.

You rest your right hand on Haechan’s cheek and it’s hot to the touch.

“What’s the matter, Haechan?” you pout and rub his cheek with your thumb.

“In all the times we’ve talked, you’ve never been this quiet. Tell me… what’s on your mind?” you say as you continue to caress his cheek.

He stares up at you, in an almost awestruck manner.

“You called me Haechan…” he whispers.

You break out laughing for the second time in the last 10 minutes because truly Lee Donghyuck must be one of the funniest creatures on Earth.

“Oh Haechan… regardless of the ambiguous nature of this conversation, you’re surprised that I called you ‘Haechan’? You are such an interesting creature…” you decide as you retract your hand from his cheek and put your full weight on Haechan’s hips.

You reach over to the table so you can grab a cracker, since you were robbed of it earlier. You hear him inhale and release a shaky exhale. You return your eyes to him and see that his eyebrows are knitted, and his eyes are closed.

“You are so incredibly pretty, Haechan. As anyone ever told you that?” you question, and he whimpers in response.

“You talk a big game for someone who folds so easily…” you note as you fiddled with your shoe.

“No one’s ever taken charge before…” he breathes out.

You quickly release the dagger stored in the sole of your shoe and swiftly press the cool metal to the flesh on Haechan’s neck.

His eyes flutter open and never has a man looked more attractive in your eyes.

“Even in the face of danger, you are the most gorgeous person I’ve ever laid eyes on.” You say in amazement as you slowly return to sitting on Haechan’s pelvis, keeping the blade close to his throat.

“Oh my god…” he groans, bucking his hips into yours.

You tilt your head to the side. You can’t tell if it’s the thrill of having his life in the hands of others or if it’s the praise that gets him, but you’re determined to find out.

“Is that what you like to hear? You like hearing about how pretty you are?” you ask and he hurriedly nods his head, eyes still closed.

“Let me see those beautiful eyes, baby. Talk to me.” you purr, moving his bangs to the side and he slowly opens his eyes. They’re a bit glossy but they sparkle like they house the stars of a thousand galaxies. You can’t help but hold eye contact with the boy. It’s almost as if you’re stuck in a trance, until his voice breaks you out of it.

“Please…” he whispers, giving you the most sincere pair of puppy eyes you’ve ever seen.

“Please?” you ask, encouraging Haechan to use his words.

“Please do something. Anything.” He pouts and he begs and you can’t help but mentally decide you would give Haechan absolutely everything he ever wanted. Although, it shouldn’t be too much given he probably already has everything he wants.

“My sweet boy…” you start, diligently removing the dagger from his throat and placing it on the table. You place your hand on his chest, right where his heart his, and you can feel it going a mile a minute. You smile, tracing shapes over the fabric of his sweater vest with your fingernail.

“It’s yours.” You finish and close the distance, placing a sweet kiss to Haechan’s pouty lips. He reacts immediately and his hands fly up to hold your cheeks and deepen the kiss. You flatten your hand on his chest and run your other through his soft locks. You lightly grasp at the roots and he moans into the kiss. You gently bite his bottom lip and he opens up immediately. It’s like playing a game. Everything you do has Haechan reacting like no tomorrow.

You pull apart to catch your breath and you see a string of saliva stretch between you and Haechan. He gazes up at you with an indescribable look in his eyes.

“Stop looking at me like that…” you whine as you push him away and cover his eyes.

“Someone seems a little shy.” He teases with a smirk.

Honestly, as a girl who was raised and trained to be an assassin, you don’t have much sexual experience. Which isn’t crazy to acknowledge because you’re a killer. You bring pain, not pleasure; but there’s something about Haechan that makes you feel emotions you’ve never experienced. All you know is that you wanna take care of him. You take a deep breath to steady your racing heart.

You stay like this for a few breaths until you lift your hands to peek at Haechan and find that he’s already looking back at you with those big, beautiful doe eyes. He smiles up at you and gently holds your wrists.

“Sweetheart, what do you wanna do? If you want to take charge, I’ll follow your lead, but if you don’t know what to do, I’ll happily take the reigns.” He offers supportively as he turns his head and kisses your palm.

“I… I want to have control, I just don’t know… how...” You cast your eyes down, deep in thought.

“But I want to try.” You say, determined. Haechan smiles at you, with… pride? You don’t analyze it too much. You remove your hands from his eyes and lower them so that you hold his face in your hands. You come face-to-face with your target and state your mission.

“Lee Haechan, I’m going to take care of you….” You bring his face mere centimeters from yours and place a quick kiss on his lips, “…my way.”

Your hands slide down from his cheeks, over his neck and land on his chest. You open up his blazer and stare at his sweater vest.

“First, we need to get rid of this…” you note. In the blink of an eye, you retrieve your dagger and with one swift move, Haechan’s sweater vest is torn right down the middle. His eyes widen, looking between you and his ripped sweater vest. His cheeks start to warm. You look down and note that his white button up doesn’t leave much to the imagination.

“Perfect.” You smile to yourself as you open his shredded vest the same way you did his blazer. Compared to the aggressive way you tore his vest to shreds; you slowly unbutton his shirt all the way down to the last button that stops right below his navel. You hear Haechan’s breathing start to get a little heavier. You smirk as you place your hands on his abs. He gasps at the contrast your cold hands offer to his warm abdomen.

Putting your hands on either side of his waist, you lean forward. You start with his cheeks. You kiss the beauty mark right above the corner of his mouth, moving to the mark near the junction between his jawline and his neck and you couldn’t miss the mole right over his Adam’s Apple. With every kiss you leave, Haechan hums in response.

You travel down from his neck to his chest. You slide your hands up his chest and your fingers rolls over his nipples, drawing a high-pitched moan from him. You pinch them and roll them between your fingers, each action pulling a delicious sound from Haechan. He mewls, and moans, and gasps, and every noise is like music to your ears. When you’re done, you leave a delicate kiss to each nipple, which has Haechan’s back arching.

Once again, you use your fingernails and slowly rake them down his abdomen, causing a shudder to rise up Haechan’s spine.

Tapping your nails against the metal of his belt buckle, you look up towards Haechan and like every other time, he’s already looking at you. His eyes are so glassy that you think a tear might fall if he were to blink.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll put you out of your misery now.” You promise, already working on taking his belt off. As you work to remove his belt and unbutton his pants, he’s already raising his hips. You smile as you slide his pants down his legs and toss them to the side, leaving him in his boxers. Well, his boxers and the top half of his school uniform.

There’s a wet patch on his boxers and it doesn’t take a genius to understand why. You rub your pointer finger over the patch and Haechan groans in response. He looks down at you with a pout on his face.

“Sorry, sorry.” You apologize, lowering his boxers to his thighs. Freeing his erection, you’re met with the sound of it slapping against his stomach and Haechan gasps.

“It’s so unfair that every part of you is so pretty…” you say, gathering the pre-cum from his tip and rubbing it down his shaft.

“Oh my god…” he whispers. With every movement that your wrist makes, he becomes more and more vocal. But it’s not enough. Gathering a small pool of saliva in your mouth, you let it drip out of your mouth and onto his cock. He hisses at the contact, gripping the head of the couch with his hand. You place a tender kiss to the tip of his angry cock, drawing out noises Haechan didn’t even know he was capable of producing.

Since you’ve successfully managed to lubricate him, you get to work. You rub your thumb over the tip and start pumping your hand up and down. His moans truly sounded like heaven on Earth.

“Oh, just like that… please please please…” he pleads. You smile because clearly you’re doing something right. You move a bit faster, making sure you give the occasional squeeze to the base of his cock. Haechan starts writhing.

“I thought you said… I thought… you didn’t know…” he starts losing the ability to speak in full sentences.

“I don’t.” you say, understanding what he wanted to say, “but I appreciate the ego boost.” You quip, beginning to massage his balls with your other hand.

“Ohhhhh yessss…” he drawls. Keeping a consistent pace, you see that his stomach starts to contract, and his breathing gets quicker.

“I’m gonna cum!” he shouts just in time for the ropes of cum to shoot onto his stomach. Your hand stills, unsure of what to do or where to put it so you just continue holding him until he stops cumming. Haechan’s breathing is still heavy but it starts to slow as he comes down. He raises his head and looks at you with hooded eyes.

“You… are a liar…” he huffs out and drops his head again. You start giggling because, who doesn’t like to get praised? You stare at the milky substance on Haechan’s stomach and curiosity gets the best of you. You bring his softening cock to your lips and lick at his tip, collecting any leftover cum with your tongue.

“AH!” he exclaims as his hips buck up towards your face. His head shoots up from the couch and he finds you with a thoughtful expression on your face.

“Sweet… but a little salty…” you note, smiling at him. He lets out a scoff of disbelief as he puts his weight onto his elbows. You let go of him and reach for the napkins on the table to clean him up. He watches you work diligently to wipe the cum off of his stomach. When you’ve got most of it off, you grab another napkin and gather the condensation from the lemonade pitcher, similar to what you did when you were cleaning your bloody nose. You’re almost done when Haechan raises his hand and pats your head. You pause and look up at him with wide eyes, which prompts him to speak.

“How do you feel?” he asks softly as he starts gently caressing your hair.

“Shouldn’t I be the one to ask you that?” you laugh and finish up by putting the used napkins in the little trash bin by the couch. He playfully rolls his eyes.

“I’d be a bit better if someone didn’t mangle my sweater.” He smirks as an expression of guilt crosses your features. You awkwardly chuckle, looking down at his abdomen to see his mangled sweater hanging open. He ruffles your hair, causing you to close your eyes.

“My eyes are up here, sweetheart.” He jokes, removing his hand from your hair. Haechan shrugs off his blazer and sweater vest, leaving him in his unbuttoned, white button up. You sit up, wanting to give him space.

He drapes his outerwear over the back of the couch and faces you. There’s a look in his eyes, but you can’t quite put your finger on it. Haechan puts his hands out in front of him, flipping them so that his palms face upwards. You look down at his hands and then up to his face. He smiles, he briefly glances down at his hands and returns his gaze to you. Getting the message, you rest your hands in his. He closes his hands in response and gently caresses your hand.

It’s nice, but then in the blink of an eye, he has you on your back and your hands pinned above your head. You stare up at him, surprised by this turn of events. He smirks and comes close to your ear, his hair tickling your nose.

“Now… it’s my turn to take care of you ~”

[runninriot]

No Universe Where Our Paths Never Crossed

written as fill for the @steddiebingo card prompt: romance

wc: 2.457 | rated: E | tags: declarations of love, fluff and smut, sexual content, established relationship | also on ao3

The room is dark apart from the faint glow of the string of fairy lights hanging above the bed frame. Covering them in a warm yellow hue just bright enough to see Steve’s soft eyes whenever their lips part for a second or two.

It’s late, already close to midnight, but sleep seems to be the last thing on either of their minds. Both too busy keeping their lips and bodies pressed together, still revelling in the afterglow of post-orgasmic bliss. Slowly sobering up, the violent rush of passionate overindulgence still buzzing in their veins.

Still caught in that in-between state of coming down from the adrenaline high and giving in to bone-deep exhaustion. That floaty-happy state of mind where the world seems to turn a little slower and time seems to almost-stop for the sake of making the moment last longer.

Eddie had never known a peace quite like this before Steve came into his life, with his unapologetic love and unwavering devotion.

He makes everything better, takes his life to a level of perfection he never thought he’d reach. Makes him feel like the luckiest man on earth, to have someone in his life who sees him for who he is and loves him not in spite but because of it.

Who isn’t afraid of all these big feelings that sometimes are too much for one heart to hold and helps him carry the weight of it all, offers his own to take half the burden. Always ready to fight for what they have and even the things yet to come, all the dreams they share and whisper about in secret when it’s just them and the night as their witness.

This is the stuff Eddie had only known from romance novels and movies, the ones he’ll deny for the rest of his life to have read and watched because he’s a tough guy.

Only Steve knows he really is not.

Because with him it’s so easy to be soft.

With Steve, being vulnerable doesn’t feel like a weakness, doesn’t feel like defeat.

With Steve, it feels good to let down his guard because he’s always there to catch him when it gets too much.

It’s like a never-ending dream, this reality he finds himself in, and he has to remind himself sometimes that this is not just a fantasy he creates in his mind. That lying next to a naked Steve is something he can just do now. That he’s allowed to drag his blunt nails over Steve’s skin just to watch him shiver. Allowed to place a kiss on every mole and scar that paints this beautiful canvas. To touch him where no one else does. To love and cherish him in all these special ways.

To indulge these sweet, gentle moments as much as the ones where their love becomes messy. When they fuck, loud and raw and unashamed. Because there is no shame in wanting each other so much. To love with their hearts and their bodies – sometimes it’s easier to show than tell because it’s impossible to put into words what he feels for the man at his side.

   “Hey Eddie?” Steve’s voice suddenly pulls him out of his thoughts.

   “Hmm?”

   “Would you still love me if-“

   “Yes!” Eddie answers immediately, doesn’t have to think about it.

   “You didn’t even let me finish.”

   “Not how I remember it but okay,” he snorts, finds himself hilarious.

   “Babe! I’m trying to be serious here.”

Steve scoots back a bit, only bringing enough distance between them so he can look Eddie in the eyes.

   “Sorry, I’m listening. Would I still love you if…”

Whatever scenario his hypothetical worm-boyfriend is thinking of, the answer will always be the same, Eddie is sure. But he waits patiently nonetheless for Steve to continue.

   “I mean- do think we would still be together if it wasn’t for the Upside Down?”

    Oh, this is not what Eddie expected at all.

   “Would you still love me, if we hadn’t met like that?”

They’ve obviously known each other from school, long before the whole Vecna disaster, but Eddie knows what Steve means. It’s hard to imagine that their paths would’ve crossed naturally if it hadn’t been for the horrors of the world almost ending. Sure, there was the possibility of them running into each other at Hellfire, thanks to the little shits‘ endearingly annoying ways of using both their older friends for rides and other conveniences.

But would they ever have taken the chance to talk, to get to know each other? Highly unlikely. Especially with all the false ideas Eddie had about Steve. All the stupid, prejudicious bullshit feeding into the illusion of unfounded, non-existent rivalry between them.

And still, considering all of that, Eddie’s answer remains unchanged.

   “Yes.”

   “You really think so?”

   “I know so.”

He does. This isn’t just him saying that to make Steve happy; he truly believes it.

   “There’s no way I wouldn’t find my way to you, Stevie. In this life or any other.”

His boyfriend looks at him with eyes so achingly soft, it makes Eddie’s heart flutter.

   “You make my life complete, baby. It wouldn’t be right without you in it. My heart wouldn’t stop searching until I found you, no matter where and how.”

   “That-” Steve rubs his eyes, not so subtly wiping away the stray tears making their way down his face, “was the cheesiest thing you’ve ever said.”

He snorts but Eddie can hear how choked-up he is, try to hide it as he might.

   “Come on, that was romantic! And I mean it, baby. There’s no version of us, in any universe, where I’m not in love with you.”

   “You’re such a sap.”

   “Well, yeah. And we both know that’s part of why you love me.”

Eddie uses the moment of surprise to roll on top of Steve, straddling his hips and pinning his wrists on either side of his head before he leans down to kiss him. Gentle at first but it soon turns into more tongue than lips, the rhythm rough and needy.

Beneath him, Steve answers with soft noises and rocking hips, chasing more of Eddie’s closeness, more of his body’s warmth, more of everything he can grasp.

   “Say it, baby. Say you love me,” Eddie demands but doesn’t give Steve the chance to comply. Keeps his words trapped where their tongues curl around each other, sharing a different kind of confession in the form of spit and breath.

   “Love you, baby,” Steve finally confirms when Eddie’s mouth wanders to the side of his neck. “In this universe and every other.”

Eddie’s lips Instinctively find the twin moles that are his favourite – because they look like they’re past-life vampire bites – and Eddie wonders amused, if maybe in another dimension, he is the one that gave them to him. If maybe there’s another timeline, where the Demobats did finish him off. Where their blood mixed with his and he came back to life – changed, but with a heart still beating for the young man in his arms – because not even death could keep them apart.

For the sake of this fantasy, he bites Steve’s throat hard enough to make him squirm and wince at the unexpected sensation of teeth pressing into sensitive skin before he kisses it better, seals the mark with a firm press of lips.

He continues his path further down Steve’s body but ignores the urge to stop and close his mouth around the pebbled flesh surrounded by a lush patch of hair, driven by the desire to offer his boyfriend another kind of sensation.

Eddie moves slow, his breath ghosting over Steve’s skin, not breaking eye contact on his way down.

   “Baby, please.”

Steve’s needy whine goes straight to his head, makes his cock ache with longing for the body that was made to fit his own.

With one hand wrapped around the base of Steve’s cock, Eddie darts his tongue out to savour the familiar taste of his boyfriend’s arousal and feels instantly high on it. Captures beads of precum on the tip of his tongue and lets it mix with his spit; lets it collect there until it starts to dribble, watching the sweet mess he’s making with greedy eyes.

Steve lets out an appreciative sigh when Eddie finally wraps his lips around him, taking him in and taking him down, sinking deeper in agonisingly slow motion.

   “Oh fuck, baby. Feels s-so good.”

One of Steve’s hands takes hold of his hair, fingers digging into tangled curls. The grip is tight but he doesn’t push or pull, just holds on to Eddie while he’s taking his time, keeps the movement of his head slow and steady, dragging the pad of his tongue up and down the pulsing vein beneath tender skin. Sucks and licks and indulges his own longing for Steve’s desperate pleas – the whimpers and moans of a man slowly losing his patience.

He'd use his fingers now to stretch and prepare Steve for more. But he’s already had his fill, has already been spread open on Eddie’s cock when he fucked him earlier, quick and hard because sometimes Steve likes it a little rough. And Eddie always gives him what he wants. Loves every version of their shared obsession for each other.

Right now, even if he doesn’t say it, Eddie knows Steve needs more than just the ardent act of two bodies consuming each other whole. Needs that gentler kind of worship, that not only goes deep but leaves a lasting impression. Something to ease his mind that too often drifts to a place of uncertainty. Where Steve worries too much about what ifs he couldn’t change either way. Rotating alternate outcomes of what they’ve gone through – What if you’d died? What if we had never met? What if the world we know didn’t exist anymore?

Eddie gets it. It’s hard sometimes to believe that the reality they’re living isn’t just some kind of fever dream. That they actually made it out alive and took the gift of second chances to steer life into a direction that seemed impossible before.

Like this, right here. Having Steve’s naked body beneath him. Getting to taste him, all of him. Getting to see him at his most vulnerable – lying in between his parted legs, letting his lips glide over burning skin, collecting his purest essence on his tongue when he lets it curl around the leaking tip of Steve’s cock and down his length. Does it again and again until Steve’s breathy moans become frustrated groans. Until the hand gripping his hair pulls hard enough to make it sting, sending a zapping pain through his scalp and down his neck. Until Steve’s thighs are shaking with unbearable pleasure – he’s close, Eddie can feel it.

But he’s determined to draw it out this time, wants Steve to fall deeper than before. Wants to tease all his worries out of him and replace them with colour and light, bathe him in a million shades of love, each representing another them in another life.

With his muscle still loose, Eddie’s fingers slip in easy – first two, then three – his spit-coated tongue making sure the glide is smooth and slick.

Steve writhes and moans, repeating Eddie’s name like a prayer, every thrust another plea, every drag of his tongue coaxing out another delirious confession.

    Only you. Always us. Forever mine. Yours, in every universe.

   “Kiss me, baby, please!”

Eddie follows the pull, lets Steve’s hand drag him up to where he’s waiting with parted lips, panting hard, eyes glazed, so beautiful it’s hard to tear his gaze away. But he relents, closes the distance between their lips and kisses him deep.

Doesn’t stop when he wraps his arms around Steve’s thighs to bend and adjust and reposition himself. Keeps kissing him when the heat of Steve’s body welcomes him in, welcomes him home. Taking his cock with little resistance, clenching around him with every deliberate drag against his inner walls that drives him closer and closer to the edge.

Eddie fucks him slow and deep with measured movements and a steady pace, no uncontrolled snapping of hips, every thrust and pull tensive and teasing – it’s torture, not to give in. Not to follow the silent request of Steve’s heels digging harshly into his back. Not to speed up and let loose, to surrender to his own body’s desperate need for relief.

   “Baby, ah! Please, I-“

Steve’s a trembling mess and Eddie feels no better off, feels the undenying pull of his building orgasm that threatens to take him out cold.

And when it does, it’s like whole galaxies collide and explode to form something new. Creating a cosmos that is made just for them. Where every particle, every atom holds a piece of their love.

Eddie comes inside Steve and Steve follows not seconds behind, makes a sweet mess where his cock is trapped between their rocking bodies. They’re both crying out the other’s names, holding on to their sweat-drenched skin with trembling hands, like it’s the only thing that keeps them from falling apart completely.

It doesn’t matter how many times they’ve done this; fucked each other into oblivion and back. Eddie will never get used to the feeling, will never stop wondering how he deserves to shine in Steve’s light when they’re burning together like falling stars on their way through the atmosphere.

How lucky he is to have found the other half of his soul in a man whose heart beats the perfect rhythm to the song that rings in every cell of his being.

Their come down outlasts the previous, makes time stretch out like thick molasses while they breathe and touch and kiss. Drifting together in the here and now of every parallel universe they exist in.

Eventually, they find their way back to themselves and each other – like they always do and always will.

   “I would love you always and everywhere,” Eddie answers Steve’s former question once more just for the sake of it.

   “In every universe,” Steve adds and affirms his words with another kiss.

That’s how they fall asleep in crumpled sheets, arms wrapped around each other tightly. No space between them for any doubts or worries to spread and stick. Just them and their love, drifting in the tranquil hours of the remaining night.

And as his minds starts to wander, Eddie dreams of fantastical worlds – of pirates and mermaids, of angels and demons, of kings and jesters, of rock stars and fame and a future with rings on their fingers – him and Steve together in all of them.

No happy ending without the man in his arms.

No universe where their paths never crossed.

[alexanderlightweight]

oooh its prompt day! can I ask if you have anymore to the amnisiac alec one?

it has been a while but here is the next part of that fic! I hope you enjoy

<3 lumine

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all my fears forgotten

I know amnesia fics are often meant to be angsty but i actually really hate those. So i’m sorry to anyone expecting that but this is indulgent and soft af.

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Alexander lays against Magnus, carefree and with a boyish grin on his face as he watches the birds fish in the water from their floating pavilion.

The boat is maintained and moved by magic and all they have to do is lounge and Alexander is the most relaxed Magnus has ever seen him.

However eventually, as most things do, the mood changes.  No less content but a different flow nonetheless.

“I miss something, my muscles ache in this movement.” Alexander does a familiar motion and without hesitation, Magnus snaps his fingers, summoning Alexander’s bow and quiver.

Of course, Alexander must have forgotten to summon even his own bonded weapons.

The thought makes Magnus glad that it was brought up now, in the peace of this lake and protected by a hidden realm rather than when in danger.

Not that he’ll let Alexander ever be in danger, but the world does keep trying its hand.

Magnus helps Alexander slip on and tighten his finger guard, shows him how to string his bow even as Alexander’s muscles relax at the familiar weight of his bow and the power it takes to string.

“Can you use magic to make me targets?” Alexander bats his lashes playfully at Magnus and it’s... it's delightful.

Alexander hesitated to ask Magnus for anything of late and Magnus has been too tired to figure out how to explain, when Alexander was still struggling to understand what separated him from the Institute.

Truth be told, it’s a relief for Magnus to be able to sidestep over this particular conversation. Not out of avoidance, but because he doesn’t think Alexander was at a point of separating himself from his duty to that degree just yet.

Alexander had been doing much better in his personal value of self worth, but it had still been tied to what he felt he owed the Clave in some twisted repayment for his parents' sins.

It infuriated Magnus then and it infuriates him now.

However it’s easier to ignore the urge to create a rain of ash when Alexander is like this, at ease and without a concern for anything other than what they’ll both enjoy.

“Won’t you lose the arrows?” Magnus asks, just to be sure because he still doesn’t think Alexander remembers how to summon any of his weapons.

Alexander blinks at him carefully and then smiles, slow and sweet like sunwarm honey.

“I’ll dive and get them. It’ll cool me off after.”

It’s said so sweetly, as if it’s a completely reasonable thing to do and considering Alexander is saying this without any memories beyond the basics then... Magnus supposes it must be a shadowhunter thing.

“Alright darling, as long as you let me tag you. Just in case I need to fish your lovely self out of the water.”

Magnus kisses the fingerguard protecting Alexander’s skin and gets a deep chuckle before Alexander presses gentle kisses to his forehead.

“That’s fine. Better safe than sorry.”

Alexander seems so serene like this, Magnus wishes there was a way to preserve this peace for his love. Because whether by his own memories coming back or watching Magnus’, Alexander will have to learn more of what is going on at some point.

For his own safety, and he’s already agreed of course. Even if he’d wrinkled his nose and sighed in defeat when they’d talked about it. Alexander is enjoying being reintroduced to the world by Magnus and apparently, he’s a bit sad of how many things he won’t need to relearn if his memories return or Magnus shares his own.

Which is incredibly sweet, but alas there are dangers untold and Magnus cannot stay away in this realm with Alexander forever, no matter how much he wishes he could.

Still, they have a little longer to remain like this, in bliss.

Magnus flicks his finger and eight spinning orbs shoot into the sky, moving at random and each with a fist sized gem contained by hellfire.

Alexander’s eyes light up with delight and Magnus laughs, carefree and full of joy as he readies his bow and notches an arrow.

Magnus leans back in his chair and summons a drink with a contented sigh.

“Have fun, Alexander. The hellfire will ensure that even if you hit the gems, it will take several strikes before any true damage is done.”

“So unless it’s a direct strike, it will take several.” Alexander’s eyes are busy, tracking the arcs of fire across the sky.

“It’s at random, Alexander. You can’t—” even as Magnus speaks, Alexander makes his shot.

The sound of a crystal shattering fills the tranquil lake and Magnus watches with delight and pride as the gem shatters and drops, the hellfire conquered from a single blow.

He leans forward, laughing as his fingers tangle with Alexander’s quiver and yanks him back to kiss him eagerly.

 “I do love it when you prove me wrong.” Magnus purrs against Alexander’s mouth and there’s a satisfied laugh against his lips before Alexander finally kisses him back.

Properly and with a smugness that carries over to the confidence of his kisses.

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AN:

alec out here really wishing he doesn't need to get his memories until after Magnus has shown him everything personally because it's much more interesting and likable that way.

magnus is suffering okay, he has to the responsible one because he knows what the world is like and its very upsetting. he took would like to just introduce the world over to Alexander before he has to show them the mess of life

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magnus: darling for the sake of your pride i'm letting you know you won't be able to... oh... you're a sniper. that's hot

alec: he practically dared me to. he didn't believe in me! I definitely showed hi-mmf. oh okay kisses. I am pleased.

[harmless-variety-of-garden-snake]

I'm doing another alternate prompt for BuckTommy Fluffebruary Day Twenty-Two: Showering Together. Somehow, there's no porn. Who am I? The rock hyrax named Wilson does exist, you can see him here. The southern hairy-nosed wombats also do look sad all the time, as you can see here. Tommy is singing "I Love You Always Forever" by Donna Lewis. Badly. Bless him. You can read this on AO3 over here. Tagging @bucktommyfluffebruary

Buck pulls up to Tommy's house just as he receives a text from his boyfriend.

Tommy 💕 I'm hopping in the shower, go ahead and let yourself in.

He smiles as he gets out of his Jeep, rubbing his thumb over the key Tommy had given him. They'd given each other keys on what was coincidentally their second three month anniversary, but he hadn't had a reason to use his yet.

Putting it in the lock and turning it, he feels a little like Tommy should be there to commemorate the moment, but then why would Buck need his own key? When he pushes open the door, it sends a happy little thrill down his spine.

“Babe?” he calls, just in case Tommy hasn't gotten into the shower yet. When he toes off his shoes and puts them on the rack, he listens and hears something kind of…strange?

Worried for a moment, he drops his bag by the door and makes his way back toward the master bedroom. By the time he reaches the doorway, he can clearly hear that Tommy is singing in a terrible falsetto to some song that sounds familiar but Buck would never be able to name in a million years.

He smiles and taps on the open bathroom door. Tommy looks over his shoulder through the somewhat fogged shower door and grins.

“You're early,” he says.

“No traffic somehow,” Buck says, his eyes sweeping across his boyfriend's back, ass, and legs. “Need a hand?”

Tommy laughs, turning down the volume on his waterproof speaker that hangs out on a little shelf. “I mean, if you're offering…”

Buck undresses quickly and steps into the shower. When he kisses Tommy, his lips are warm and wet from him sticking his face under the spray.

“Turn the music back up,” Buck says, grabbing the loofah from its hook and Tommy's body wash. He scrubs his boyfriend’s back while he reaches over to turn up the volume. “I like this one.”

“It’s Donna Lewis, everyone loves this song,” Tommy teases, looking over his shoulder at him. “How was work?”

“Not great,” Buck admits. He knows that Tommy already has an idea from their texts, but the last five hours had been especially terrible.

Tommy turns around and hugs him, and Buck relaxes into his hold. He allows himself to be maneuvered under the hot water, and Tommy just holds him. He doesn't say any platitudes or make any false promises about how the next shift will be better or anything. He just holds him and occasionally presses a kiss to his temple.

“Do you need anything?” Tommy asks, and Buck shakes his head. “I mean anything. I can drop you into the zoo so you can steal that rock hyrax.”

Buck laughs and kisses Tommy's shoulder. “I can't steal Wilson.”

He pulls back far enough to kiss Tommy for making him laugh for the first time in hours.

“We could borrow him,” Tommy says softly, brushing a damp curl from Buck’s forehead. “Just so you can pet him for a bit.”

Buck smiles, feeling something soft settle in his chest, making it easier to breathe for the first time in hours. “You really want to start our first shared ninety-six in two months with a trip to jail?”

Tommy shrugs. “Could be fun. But we'd miss the paint night that Karen invited us to.”

“Can't do that.”

“Nope,” Tommy agrees, kissing him. “Let's get you cleaned up.”

Buck took a shower at the station, but he doesn't care. He lets Tommy scrub him until he's pink and clean, and then he does the same. They both smell like Tommy’s body wash, and he knows they’ll put on clothes that smell like Tommy’s laundry soap. He wants to wrap himself in the smell and feeling of his boyfriend, especially after the day he’s had. When the water gets turned off, Tommy wraps a towel around Buck’s shoulders and scrunches his hair to get most of the water out before grabbing his own towel.

“How does meatloaf, mashed potatoes, green beans, and a couple episodes of Murder, She Wrote sound?” Tommy asks as he digs through his drawers for two pairs of sweats.

“Sounds perfect.” And it does, even though he still can't believe his boyfriend got him into a show about an older woman who just solves murders in her free time. He accepts the offered sweats with a kiss and pulls Tommy into another hug. “How was your shift?”

“I got to rescue a dog—unharmed—from a boat that no one tied up properly. I have pictures of her. Her name's Molly.” Tommy hooks his chin over Buck’s shoulder as his hands settle on Buck’s lower back. “And that was kind of the only good thing. Everything else was pretty normal or not great.”

“I'm sorry,” Buck says, feeling a little guilty for taking Tommy's focus and for waiting so long to ask in the first place.

“Don't be,” Tommy says, pulling back to rest his hands on Buck’s shoulders. “Remember: making sure you're okay helps me feel okay.”

Buck strokes along Tommy's sides and nods. They’ve talked about this extensively, but Buck still worries he’s being selfish. “Can I do anything? I can't fly a helicopter, but I'd be willing to learn so you can get one of those sad wombats.”

Tommy laughs and cradles Buck’s face. “I'll think about it. But no, just…let me feed you. It's the kindest thing you can do for an Italian. And then be the big spoon while we watch Angela Lansbury solve a murder in a really unlikely way.”

“Done and done.” Buck smiles into the kiss Tommy gives him and makes a soft noise when he realizes he's forgotten something. “The cake!”

“What cake?”

“I made a cake after the last call so I'd stop picturing—” he cuts himself off, not wanting to finish the thought, and Tommy just rubs a hand across his back. “But I made you a little chocolate cake. It's in my car.”

“I'll get it. Get dressed,” Tommy says, stepping back and dropping his towel so he can pull on his sweats. His eyes sweep over Buck when he drops his own towel. “Or don't. Does it need to go in the fridge?”

Buck bites his lip and shakes his head. While Tommy's footsteps retreat, he looks down at the folded sweats and then back at the bed. He shrugs and jumps on the bed. He can get dressed later.

[zorrasucia]

Promptober 4. Temperature play 

from @carmenberzattosgf list

Reader x Carmy Berzatto (The Bear FX)

Rating: Explicit (1.2k)

Tags: Smut, Porn with a little plot, Fluff, Established Relationship, Temperature Play (but they're really tame about it), Fingering, Cockwarming, Both Carmy and Reader have a bit of a praise kink

It was a cold evening. The forecast predicted snow during the night and you actually believed it. You laid on your couch, heating turned up and a blanket on your legs; you were comfortable and warm.

Suddenly, there was frantic knocking at your door - when you looked through the peephole, you saw Carmy.

"I didn't know you were coming tonight," you said while you unlocked the door. "Oh, shit."

Carmy was hugging himself and shaking with cold. He was wearing only his white t-shirt and his work slacks. His pale skin was red from the wind.

You dragged him inside, giving him the blanket you were using and started boiling water for tea.

"Fuck, Carm, what happened?" you rubbed his arms, trying to warm him up.

"J-just so fuckin' st-tupid," he managed, teeth chattering. "Got lock-locked out of my car. My c-coat, my keys, my wallet, my phone, everything was inside."

"Shit," the keys to his apartment, and his car, and the restaurant. You realized all at once just how fucked up his situation was.

He nodded. "No cabs. Thought I could just walk h-here," he kept shaking. "Only five blocks away f-from my place, right?"

"Oh, Carm," you fixed his hair. "Let's get you out of these clothes. You're freezing."

You helped him get undressed, leaving him in his boxers, the blanket wrapped around him, sipping tea from a chipped mug.

"See, you wouldn't have to be naked if you had a change of clothes here," you said, jokingly stern as you placed them near the heater. "Maybe my sweatpants will fit you?"

"I'll be f-fine," he insisted.

You sat on the couch next to him and took his hand. "You're still too cold," you mumbled with worry.

You climbed on his lap, holding him close, his face on your collarbone. After a little while of hugging him, he stopped shaking. Once your worries about hypothermia dissipated, it was easier to think about Carmy's muscled back and meaty thighs, and about his cold fingers tracing pictures on your back.

"You know, I just remembered I read somewhere that it's easier to share body heat skin on skin," you said.

Carmy looked at you with a frown. "Yeah?"

You nodded and stood up.

Staring right into Carmy's eyes, you took your t-shirt off, then your sports bra, and your sweatpants and underwear all at once. His pupils dilated and you went back to straddle his lap, bare, every inch of his cool skin making you shiver.

"Where do you feel cold?" you asked, tilting your head.

"My nose," he replied.

You cupped his face, and guided it to burrow in the crook of your neck, the tip of his nose drawing lines along your collarbone, tickling and making you arch your neck. Carmy used the opportunity to place a line of chaste kisses up your throat, warming his lips in the process.

"Where else?"

"My hands," he offered them to you, palms up, and you placed them over your breasts, your nipples hardening immediately at his touch, getting goosebumps with every squeeze he gave. You hummed at the sensation.

"My fingers are still cold," he prompted, playing along.

His knuckles rubbed up and down your sides, and he grinned at the way you squirmed. He ended up tracing a sinuous path from your ribs down your hips and to the insides of your thighs.

You gasped.

"Can I warm them up here?" Carmy asked, his index ghosting over your mound enticingly.

"Yes."

His index, middle and ring fingers separated your folds, the difference in temperature more notorious there than anywhere else on your body. He swirled his fingers around your pussy, leisurely coating them in arousal, unearthing new sensations with every movement, unlike anything you had felt when he had fingered you before. When his fingers were almost as warm as your core, and you thought he was done playing with you, he changed his hand. It was cold again, and his thumb pressed on your clit this time.

"Fuck, Carmy," you moaned and pulled on his hair.

"You're so wet," he marveled and kept teasing you, pressing a bruising kiss to your lips.

"Yes," you panted.

"Don't think I can fuck you right now," he lamented, kissing your neck apologetically. "I'm numb everywhere."

You knew this. Other than his hands, and maybe the bit of his thighs that you were sitting on, he was still extremely cold.

"It's okay. You don't need to fuck me," you whispered. "I just need you inside me. Get you warm."

"Okay."

You reached inside his boxer briefs and took out his cock, barely half hard despite all your efforts, and almost as cold as the rest of Carmy's skin. You guided him to your entrance, sitting on him slowly. It tickled you as it went in, awakening every nerve inside you all at once. You let out a shaky exhale as Carmy held you close, arms rounding your back.

"You're so fucking warm, baby," he rasped. It was like he melted in your arms, relaxing as you carded your fingers through his hair and caressed his shoulders. He was mumbling sweet nothings into the skin of your neck. "You're so soft, smell so nice. Thank you..."

You smiled, liking this gentler side of Carmy, his soft praise heating you from within. You stayed like that for what seemed like a very long time, your breathing syncing up.

"Feeling better?" you asked; your desire had settled down.

"Mhmm," he nodded, tickling your chin with his curls.

"I'm glad. I'm going to see if your clothes are warm now so you get dressed, okay?" you kissed the top of his head and shifted on his lap to dismount but he wouldn't let you move, holding you tight. "Carm?"

"You've taken such good care of me," he said. "Let me take care of you?"

You frowned. He had fingered you and touched your body, and you enjoyed it so much that it made you beg to sit on his cock. How else was he going to take care of you? Still, he was looking at you with those wide, beautiful eyes so you simply nodded.

"Alright."

He gave you a lopsided smirk and kissed down your breast, slowly, giving special attention to your nipple, licking at it, sucking on it. You moaned low. He moved to the other side, giving it the same treatment, making you squeeze your pussy around his cock.

"That's it, good girl," he praised and it made you clench again.

He kissed up your neck and jaw, mouthing and licking, thawing whatever cold bits he had left before.

"Carmy," you whined, feeling your belly warm up and tingle once again. "Fuck."

It was odd. He was giving you pleasure everywhere except your pussy and still you could feel it building, the smallest shift of his cock against your core was making your heart beat faster.

"Kiss me," you pleaded. And he obliged. He kissed you adoringly, his tongue gentle - his hands were still caressing your breasts.

It was a tender thing, a sigh against his lips as your pussy fluttered around him, and you surrendered in his arms. When you opened your eyes, he looked sleepy and soft, pliant under your touch.

"Carmy," you kissed his temple. "I love you."

"I love you, I love you so much," he replied.

[bloomzone]

hii!! im new to this entire girlblogging thing and it all seems so exciting and fun ><! it really motivates me

i dont really know how to go about it though :( like how do i girlblog?? what is girlblogging like exactly?? like i get the idea of it but what do u "exactly" do? sorry if this sounds silly 😭😭

and seriously i love love lovee ur page so much !! it has made me so much more productive and im satisfied with my progress :D

hope u have a great day ahead tysm for reading through this :3

hii angel !!

first of all you're so cute for this message and not silly at all i promise!! i was literally in your place once like staring at girlblogs thinking, “omg this is so pretty and motivating but... what do i actually do??”

so i’m super happy you asked here’s everything i’ve learned, and a veery siiimple way how to start a blog !

🗒️ i’m so sorry for not answering earlier or maybe my answer is not effective 100% i’ve been entering my exam season lately so things have been a bit crazy, and i haven’t had the time to talk much or reply to everyone in my inbox. i didn’t want you to feel ignored or left there especially after such a sweet and kind message like yours.

girlblogging isn’t about being perfect or aesthetic 24/7

it’s about showing up for yourself it’s like ur own little soft space on the internet where you post the things that matter to you, your goals, your routines, your messy thoughts, your progress, your healing or playlists .. whatever makes you feel like you.

you can make it look cute if you want (and trust me it's fun ) but the real magic is when you post with meaning.

when i started my girlblog…

i made this blog honestly because i needed to hold myself accountable. i was struggling with discipline, with staying on track, with self-worth... and i told myself:

“if i create a space where i act like i’m becoming the best version of me maybe i’ll actually become her.”

and that’s exactly what started happening.

so like when i post about discipline or motivation or glow ups ... I’m not just sharing advice. i’m reminding myself too j don’t post things just because they’re trendy. i post things that reflect where i am or where i want to be.

and once i achieve something i love sharing what helped me because maybe it'll help another girl too. THAT'S A GIRL BLOGGER

so how do you start?

this is what i recommend:

grab a piece of paper or just open your notes app and write:

what’s something i care about right now?

what’s helping me grow?

what’s something i wish i had guidance on?

and then start posting about that.

for example:

﹙ ✿ ﹚ if you’re focused on becoming more organized, post your routines, planners, study tips, or cozy to-do lists

﹙ ✿ ﹚ if you’re trying to glow up, post your skincare, your healthy habits, your challenges (10 days of productivity / 10 days for building a habits .... )

﹙ ✿ ﹚ if you’re healing, post your affirmations, journal prompts, or how you’re learning to treat yourself kindly

you don’t need a niche seriously.

girlblogging isn’t about fitting into a box. it’s not “only” skincare or “only” study stuff. it’s about being a whole human.

some girls post about beauty, some about healing, some about routines, some about faith or wellness or school or food or writing or dreams...

and some post about all of it.

how do you grow?

this part gets easier the more you enjoy what you’re posting (read that again.)

💌 post consistently (even small stuff counts! And always reblog stuff that inspir you)

💌 interact with other girlbloggers comment, follow, hype them up it builds the cutest community ever

💌 use tags like #girlblog #girlbogger #selfgrowth #studyblog ... it helps people find you

💌 and most importantly: be honest, be kind, and be real.

one of the most helpful things i learned:

→ post what you need to see not what looks cool not what everyone else is doing but what you wish someone had told you. what you needed when you were feeling lost.

that’s how my blog started growing when i began writing like i was helping my past self. and yes other girls needed those same words too so u don’t have to have it all figured out. you just need to start.

thank you again for saying such sweet things about my blog knowing it helped you feel productive and satisfied with your progress actually made me tear up you’re gonna do amazing, i can feel it and if you ever need support, inspiration, or anything i’m right here !

now go post something you love and let the journey begin<3

@bloomzone

[zolo-san]

Master Post

First, I want to say thank you so much to everyone who contributed to our little ZoSan Community Collab! I know a lot of people already shared their work in the community but I wanted to make a master post with everything so it's easier to find. If you missed the deadline, don't worry (me too 😬), you can still submit late, just be sure to @ me: @zolo-san and/or tag it #zosancc and share into the community and I'll edit this post (as well as the one in the community) to include your work!

You can find the original post for the collab with all the rules here Zosan Community | Master Post shared in Community

All works submitted for the collab can be found below the cut pls dm me or @ me (@zolo-san) if I missed your submission >.<

Fan Fics

The Promise You Made by @thedrunkenprophet

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: One Piece (Anime & Manga) Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Roronoa Zoro/Sanji, Roronoa Zoro & Sanji Characters: Roronoa Zoro, Sanji (One Piece), Monkey D. Luffy Additional Tags: Death Pact, Deep Connection, ZoSan - Freeform, zoro & sanji - Freeform, Trauma, Feels, Panic Summary: “I want you to kill me!” Zoro gasps in his sleep and a split second later sits straight in his bed. Sweat is running down his forehead and chest as he tries to catch and calm his breath. Again… not… again… His eye flickers through the dark trying to find the warmth next to him. A wave of relief crashing over him as his shaky hand feels for the softness of the cooks hair and tangles it around his fingers. Watching the soft strands twirl and entangle his index for a moment and with a few deep breaths he is starting to regulate his heart rate.

Grand Line Gourmet by @bitsofzosanfluff

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Chapters: 5/? Fandom: One Piece (Anime & Manga) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Roronoa Zoro/Sanji Characters: Roronoa Zoro, Sanji (One Piece), Monkey D. Luffy, Nami (One Piece), Nico Robin, Franky (One Piece), Tony Tony Chopper, Brook (One Piece), Jinbei (One Piece), Aka Ashi no Zeff | Red-Leg Zeff, Gordon Ramsay Summary: Zeff wants to enter the Baratie’s Cookbook in a world competition with a nice fat publishing deal as the grand prize. One of the judges sends it to Sanji with a note saying “FIX THIS AND THEN WE WILL JUDGE”. Sanji now has to be an editor of a hot mess of a cookbook which consists of faded and stained recipe cards tied together with twine? He’s going to need all the help he can get, even from a certain shitty swordsman!

1K Celebratory Kiss? by @x-blackbutterfly-x

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: One Piece (Anime & Manga) Rating: General Audiences Relationship: Roronoa Zoro/Sanji Characters: Roronoa Zoro, Sanji (One Piece), Monkey D. Luffy, Nami (One Piece), Usopp (One Piece) Additional Tags: First Kiss, Fluff, Getting Together Summary: A new YouTube channel, TheStrawhats, are close to hitting their 1K subscriber goal. When trying to come up with ideas on how to celebrate for their fans, Sanji suggests something unexpected.

every other freckle by @softzosan

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: One Piece (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationship: Roronoa Zoro/Sanji Characters: Roronoa Zoro, Sanji (One Piece), Mugiwara Kaizoku | Strawhat Pirates Additional Tags: Alternative Universe - Sanji has freckles, First Kiss, Fluff, Banter, the usual straw hat shenanigans, Post-Time Skip, Sexual Innuendos (a tiny bit) Summary: “Sanji, you have freckles!” Luffy ascertained. "Do you think we could count them?” “Don’t be ridiculous,” Sanji scoffed, “there are so many, it would be–” “Forty-three," Zoro answered, and as Sanji whipped his head around to stare at him, he looked about as shocked by his own answer as Sanji felt. --------- based on @breathing-and-stuff's prompt

Interpersonal Synchrony by @kageyamas-tiktok

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: One Piece (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationship: Roronoa Zoro/Sanji Characters: Sanji (One Piece), Roronoa Zoro Additional Tags: Getting Together, Idiots in Love, Holding Hands, Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Silence, 5 Times, Three Times Zoro and Sanji Shared a Comfortable Silence Together and One Time They Did Something About It, Roronoa Zoro is a Good Friend, Roronoa Zoro is a Good Significant Other, Sanji is a Mess (One Piece), Sanji-Typical Nosebleeds (One Piece), Soft Roronoa Zoro/Sanji, Roronoa Zoro and Sanji in Love, Soft Roronoa Zoro, Soft Sanji (One Piece), Kissing, Gentle Kissing, Drinking & Talking, Sleepy Kisses, Sleepy Cuddles, Sharing a Bed, Touchy-Feely, Forehead Touching, Sleeping Roronoa Zoro, Implied/Referenced Sex Summary: Zoro and Sanji don’t say a word to one another for an entire week, and it isn’t by design. Sanji eventually notices and decides it’s high time they do something about it. Zoro is one hundred percent onboard, especially when he gets to see Sanji’s smile in the process. Or; Three times Zoro and Sanji unknowingly calm one another’s racing hearts with the rhythm of their breathing without a word, and one time they have a chat that leads to some heavy breathing that makes their heart rates spike. --------- based on @breathing-and-stuff's prompt: canon compliant zsz three/whatever number of times when Sanji and Zoro share a comfortable silence together and one time when they acknowledge it and maybe do something about it too

Hidden Desire by @kageyamas-tiktok

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: One Piece (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationship: Roronoa Zoro/Sanji Characters: Sanji (One Piece), Roronoa Zoro, Mugiwara Kaizoku | Strawhat Pirates, One Piece Ensemble Additional Tags: Drinking, Drunk Sanji (One Piece), Kissing, Drunken Kissing, Denial of Feelings, Party, Sanji is Bad at Feelings (One Piece), Sanji is a Mess (One Piece), Roronoa Zoro is a Little Shit, Roronoa Zoro is a Tease, Roronoa Zoro is a Good Significant Other, Roronoa Zoro and Sanji Bickering, Established Relationship, Not That Sanji Recalls That Though, Mildly Dubious Consent, Public Display of Affection, Sloppy Makeouts, Drunken Flirting, Drunken Shenanigans, Drunkenness, Drunken Confessions, Teasing, Implied/Referenced Sex, Gay Panic Summary: What happens when Sanji gets drunk? Certainly a lot of messing around and fun to be had with the crew, that’s a given, but then there’s also Zoro, who Sanji would never, ever, admit his attraction to. Right? Or; Sanji has the worst case of denial. Zoro goes along with a lot to keep him happy. --------- based on @zorosleftankle's prompt: Obsessed with Sanji being into Zoro and secretly finding him hot but he only acts on it when he’s drunk but never remembers it so he still acts like it’s a secret Zoro already knows but goes along with it because if that’s what makes the cook happy and how he can mentally deal with being into the sexiest swordsman then he’s fine with it 😎

Fanart

Community Exclusive art by @cozycard

This art was shared directly into the community and can be view and commented on there!

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Ideas, Prompts, and Head Canons

Thank you to @bitsofzosanfluff, @breathing-and-stuff, @is-gay-does-crime, @zorosleftankle, and @justfortalkingtofriends for contributing your ideas, headcanons, and prompts! All ideas, prompts, and head canonc can be found under the cut on the community post about rules/contribution here (with the exception of @zorosleftankle's idea which can be found here)

[fandomsandfairytales]

Fic Recs for Elrond Week 2024

Hello! Here’s a last-minute handful of Elrond-centric fic recs to wrap up Elrond Week 2024. (Time got away from me this week!)

These fics are all rated G or T, and I’ve loosely categorized them into groups so it’s a bit easier to parse through them. I also noted ones I recc’d in my 2023 Fic Recs list, which I posted on my main blog, @awwyeah107. I'm tagging each author in this list once (if they have a Tumblr account), although there may be more than one story from an author in the list.

Also, to clarify, none of these were written *for* Elrond Week—these are all simply fics about our beloved peredhel that I've enjoyed and wanted to share/recommend.

Massive shoutout to @meluiloth for putting on Elrond Week! I’ve greatly enjoyed seeing all the posts this week cross my dash. Also, thank you to all of the fic authors, fan artists, and meta writers out there who celebrate Elrond ❤️

Elrond & [Biological or Married] Family

The Complexities of Avian Biology by @runawaymun Celebrían takes on a charity case. Elrond helps, because of course he does. Some Celrond fluff by request. (Oneshot, G, 776 words)

Without depth or bound by waitingfover Love is never an easy emotion to navigate, particularly if you also hate the other person's guts. or Elrond doesn’t like Celebrían’s attitude, Celebrían hates Elrond’s guts, Gil-Galad is determined to play matchmaker, and Celebrimbor just wants to be left out of this drama. (23 chapters, complete! T, 29k words)

Wealth Enough of Joy by @starspray Elladan and Elrohir are born at twilight in summer. (Oneshot, G, 1.6k words. Recc’d this in my 2023 Fic Recs list)

Athelas by erulisse_starchild Estel gets a lesson in herb-lore from Elrond. (Oneshot, G, 831 words)

Hiding Places by @sweetteaanddragons (Drag0nst0rm on AO3) It had been a long time since Elrond was last under a bed. The novelty was probably good for him. (Oneshot, G, 437 words)

Kind as Summer by @arofili (starlightwalking on AO3) Elrond and his family, after the First Age. A collection of ficlets from tumblr prompts, loosely related to one another. (8 chapters, complete! G, 2.1k words)

More than the Stars Above by sweetteaanddragons (Drag0nst0rm on AO3) Elrond had lived without his parents for this long. He could certainly continue to do so if they proved to be indifferent. That didn't stop his hand from shaking when he reached out to knock on the door. (2 chapters, complete! G, 5.6k words. Recc’d this in my 2023 Fic Recs list)

Blossoming Red by @bralesscommie Snapshots of Elrond throughout his life. A character study. Elrond dealing with his trauma, and finding his rare moments of joy. (Oneshot, T, 4.9k words)

Elrond & Friends

Demons by @theheirofashandfire (ScribeofArda on AO3) On a dark night in Imladris, with the Watchful Peace having come to a bloody end, one elf finds that the darkness brings back unwanted memories of flames and fear. And Glorfindel can remember all of the fall of Gondolin. (Oneshot, T, 4.5k words)

Old Swords by StarSpray Elrond and Gandalf chat about Glamdring. (Oneshot, G, 661 words)

Primary Sources by @cycas (bunn on AO3) Bilbo Baggins, now living in Rivendell is working on his Translations from the Elvish and needs some help. He learns a few things about Elven board games, plumbing and housework in Rivendell, a little bit about the War of Wrath, and something about Elrond's family. It might just be that making songs about Eärendil in the House of Elrond was not something that Elrond himself considered to be over Bilbo's head. (Oneshot, G, 4.4k words)

Kidnap Fam

Note: All of the Kidnap Fam fics here are Elrond-centric—either they are from his perspective, or they primarily focus on Elrond and Maglor and/or Maedhros.

And Love Repaid by sweetteaanddragons (Drag0nst0rm on AO3) It was never about owing. (Oneshot, G, 2.3k words)

See How They Grow by @grundyscribbling (Grundy on AO3) Elrond wasn't born a great healer. Some would have said living among Feanorians was an unlikely place to start that journey. (Maglor probably would have agreed with them.) (Oneshot, G, 11.7k words)

Rosemary, Fennel, & Rue by grundyscribbling (Grundy on AO3) Maedhros stumbles onto an unhealthy secret Elrond has been keeping. Elrond is surprised to find Maedhros has experience in these matters. (Oneshot, G, 5.7k words)

Once They Were Wolves by @elentarial (BaccaratBlack on AO3) After receiving an unexpected Midwinter gift, Elrond learns something new about one of his captors fathers. (2 chapters, complete! G, 2.4k words)

Quiet by sweetteaanddragons (Drag0nst0rm on AO3) Dust blanketed Maglor’s harp where it sat undisturbed in the corner. (Oneshot, G, 566 words)

Series

On Elrond Peredhel by @elvinye (leodesic on AO3) A series examining Elrond's kidnap-adoption [and Elrond himself] from a variety of different perspectives. (In-progress series of 13 works, each between 1-2 chapters, all rated T or G. Only AO3 users can read this fic.) (Note: For anyone who does not ship Russingon—like me—the series does contain it, but it is minor and can be skipped over fairly easily.)

Return to Aman by cycas (bunn on AO3) A series of stories about Elrond's return to Aman at the end of the Third Age. All these assume that Maglor son of Fëanor was one of the other unnamed Elves who accompanied Elrond, Galadriel, Gandalf, Frodo and Bilbo on the ship when they left Middle-earth. Point of view is usually either Maglor or Elrond, but occasionally someone else (Celebrian, Lalwen, Nerdanel...) (Complete series of 15 works, each between 1-5 chapters, all rated G. Recc’d this in my 2023 Fic Recs list)

AUs

The Last Homely Hostel by sweetteaanddragons (Drag0nst0rm on AO3) Barin was nearly entirely sure this hostel wasn't supposed to be here. It won't be the last unexpected appearance of the night. (Oneshot, G, 5k words)

we will make this place our home by @leucisticpuffin Elrond and Elros are sent to live with their distant cousins in a house that is crumbling slowly to pieces. They aren't especially happy about this. For Maedhros and Maglor, the twins are a rare chance to start living again. It will take a lot of work to turn a house full of ghosts into anything resembling a home. (70 chapters, in-progress! G, 259.5k words. Only AO3 users can read this fic. Recc’d this in my 2023 Fic Recs list)

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[vodika-vibes]

Could I please request a soulmate au with Echo that's the same as that Tech one where they have a sharing mark, and it turns grey when their soulmate dies. And one day the reader gets hurt and is technically dead for a few minutes, so on Echo's side of things he sees his mark turns grey and he pretty much has a panic attack until the mark has it's colour comes back.

Trouble

Summary: Pabu is pretty peaceful, but accidents happen even in peaceful places.

Pairing: TBB Echo x F!Reader

Word Count: 1369

Prompt: Soulmate AU - soulmates have identical marks somewhere on their body

Warnings: Some angst, mentions of drunk driving

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: Sorry if this isn't exactly what you wanted, I have a hard time writing when people are talking to me, and my husband woke up and started talking to me, distracting me and pulling me out of the zone.

You love your soul mark. It’s pretty, with swooping curls and vibrant colors, and it reminds you of a butterfly. 

You also love your soul mate.

Echo is practically perfect. He’s kind and gentle. He’s clever and witty and never fails to make you laugh when you need one. And he listens to you when you talk.

He also encourages you to try new things, even when you’re sure that you won’t be good at them. Echo likes to kiss your temple and ask if you have to be good at something to enjoy it.

Which, no. You don’t. But you’re something of a perfectionist, and it’s hard to view something through the lens of just enjoying it when it could be better.

Echo is helping you with that.

You like to think that he’s made you a better person, and you hope that you’ve made him a better person too. He says you have, and then he makes a joke about how you wouldn’t have wanted to meet him when he was a cadet.

Your one complaint, your only complaint, is that Echo spends so much time away from Pabu. He’s a mercenary, and you know that he, and his brothers, spend so much time traveling because they need the money.

It doesn’t make it any easier to be separated from him. 

Oh, sure. You holo him nightly, and you send him messages throughout the day, but it’s not quite the same thing. And you know that he agrees, you can tell by the look that he gets on his face when you tell him that you miss him. 

You’re not trying to make it harder on him, you’re not.

You just like hearing him say that he misses you too. 

After all, your greatest fear is him leaving you behind, and finding someone better. 

On this particular day, you have a lot to do. Errands you need to run for your parents, they’re remodeling their home and need you to run to the store to buy them more paint and more hardware, and then you need to go grocery shopping for yourself.

And you need to make sure that all of Echo’s favorite foods are in the house because he’ll be back soon, and the last thing that you’ll want to do is go shopping when you’re wrapped in his arms again. 

“Do you have the color chips, kiddo?” Your dad calls as you toss your purse into the passenger seat.

“Yes, Dad,” You pull the small color cards from your pocket, “You want one of each, right?”

“Yeah…wait, no! Get two. Better to have too much than not enough.”

“Alright,” You make a note on the color chips, and slide the cards back into your pocket, before climbing into the speeder.

“Drive safe,”

“I will. I’ll be back in a bit.” You call to your dad, and then you pull out of the driveway and head out of the neighborhood.

The drive from your dad’s home to the store isn’t hard, it isn’t even long. You’ve made the drive a lot since you’ve learned how to drive, and you could probably drive the route in your sleep.

A side effect of having worked there as a teenager.

But, you can count on one hand the number of nasty accidents that happen on this road specifically. And still have fingers to spare.

That said, accidents happen.

At first, you don’t realize what you’re seeing. You don’t recognize what you’re seeing until the other speeder slams into yours.

And that’s the last thing you remember.

“Are you sure you do not wish to comm your lady to let her know that we have returned early?” Tech asks from where he’s blindly sending a series of messages to Phee. 

“I think I’d rather surprise her,” Echo replies with a shrug, “I’m surprised you don’t want to surprise Phee.”

“I considered it but thought again. Not warning her that we returned early might mean I miss her.” Tech counters with a glance at his comm as it chimes.

Echo opens his mouth to reply when a wave of nausea slams into him. He sways and has to grab a chair for balance. And then his arm starts to burn. Roughly, Echo pulls up his sleeve, revealing his soul mark.

And he watches as the vibrant blue starts to fade into lifeless grey.

Echo’s legs buckle, and Tech and Wrecker both grab him before he hits the ground. They’re saying something, but they sound like they’re very far away. Or like they’re talking underwater.

His gaze is locked on his soul mark. It’s not gone completely grey, there’s still a hint of blue, but the color is fading.

He’s watching his soul mate die in real-time, and he can’t do anything about it.

Echo jolts when something strong-scented is shoved under his nose, and he blinks at Crosshair, who’s holding a vial of medicine and kneeling in front of him. 

“The color hasn’t completely faded,” Crosshair says bluntly, “You need to stay with us.”

Echo shifts so that his back is pressed against the wall behind him. Wrecker’s hand is still resting on his shoulder. Both of his brothers have their eyes locked on Echo’s soul mark. 

Tech is standing several feet away, on a call to someone. He looks slightly stressed, but there’s also a hint of relief on his face.

“Echo, she’s still alive.”

“But…the soul mark.”

“Phee is doing some digging, but your soul mate was hit by a drunk driver. The accident happened in front of the hospital, so she is already receiving treatment. No one is giving Phee any information, she is not family, but they did tell her that the prognosis looks good.”

Tension drains from Echo’s shoulders, and both Wrecker and Crosshair release, nearly identical, sighs of relief, and Tech turns his attention back to his comm. 

The Marauder lands almost two hours later.

Two very long hours later.

Normally, Echo would stay and help unload the ship, but not today. Today he’s the first one off the ship and out of the spaceport. With Phee’s help, he reaches the hospital in record time, and he hurries into the emergency department.

“Echo!”

He hurries over to his future father-in-law, and accepts the hug from the other man, “How is she?” Echo asks as he lightly hugs the man.

“She’s being moved to recovery as we speak. Her injuries were severe, but she pulled though.”

Echo falls into a seat and presses his face into his hand, “I thought she died.” He admits.

“Your mark went grey?”

“Almost completely.” He motions to the soul mark, which is less vibrant than it was this morning but is still, clearly, blue. 

“The doctors had to amputate one of her legs.” 

“Well, I have some experience with that,” Echo replies dryly, as he motions to his prosthetic legs. He goes on to say more when a doctor steps into the waiting room.

“You can see her.” The doctor says, “Be gentle, she’s still coming out of her anesthesia.”

Echo follows the doctor into a private room, and the moment he sees her, he wants to cry. She’s covered in bruises and bandages. And her left leg was removed just above the knee.

Her eyes are fluttering open, and Echo moves to her side to brush his fingers against her cheek, “Cyare,”

“...’cho?”

“Yeah, it’s me.”

She blinks at him hazily, “Where ‘m—?”

“You’re in the hospital. You were in an accident, do you remember?”

“...no,”

“That’s okay.” He brushes some of her hair out of her face, “You scared me, love.”

“‘M sorry—”

“Don’t be.” He leans in and presses a light kiss against her forehead, “Are you in pain?”

“Mm…no. I feel really good.”

“I bet you do.” He takes her hand and squeezes her hand, “I’m going to stay with you until you’re healed.”

“Promise?”

“Yeah, cyare. I promise.” Weakly, she squeezes his hand, and her eyes flutter shut again. “Get some rest, love. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Echo watches as she drifts off to sleep, and silently starts wondering if he needs to seriously consider proposing to her sooner rather than later.

[transandersrights]

happy friday! i've been listening to the song "two times" by blondshell on repeat and it really feels like an anders song to me, so anything you want to do with that :)

Thank you for the prompt! It's DEFINITELY an Anders song. So here, ~850 words of Anders & Leandra with recently-established Handers for @dadrunkwriting

"You look at him like he hung the moon in the sky."

Anders tries not to jump, but he probably still looks a little startled when he turns to Leandra. He's barely spoken to her since he moved in, which is entirely his fault. She's been patient, but he doesn't blame her for the near-cornering she's done now, just as Hawke's gone round to do some evening calls on Fenris and Varric.

If Anders really wanted to avoid this, he would have tagged along. But he's here, Hawke's mother is here, and she probably wants him to explain himself.

"You've raised him well," he offers, because that's a compliment. Hawke seems pretty scared of his mother's opinions, and Anders knows he's on her bad side by virtue of his existence.

"You don't have to butter me up."

He shoots her a rueful smile. Hopefully a charming one. "Hawke means a lot to me."

"It'll hurt. What you are, that is."

Anders winces. He doesn't know if Hawke mentioned Justice. He'd hope not, but he's also not the best at keeping the secret. "I don't think I get something that won't."

Her expression softens a little. Hawke always speaks of her as an old woman, but Anders isn't convinced. "We can sit down for a bit."

She phrases it as an offering, but he knows it may as well be an order. He could make his excuses, but he doesn't think she'd forgive him. He sits in the armchair by the fire he's never seen her in and she doesn't glare, so he's probably passed the first test.

"Malcolm told me about love in the Circle, once," she says. There's a lot of weight in 'once', a lot carried by a man Anders never had the chance to meet but knows lives in every word Hawke speaks. "My late husband."

"I know," Anders answers, as gently as he can. "Hawke has spoken about him."

"He didn't believe in love," she says, tone brittle. "Love doesn't fix anything in the Circle; only makes things worse. I can't imagine Kinloch Hold was different."

Anders shakes his head. It feels like a lot for her to share, but he knows her to be a careful woman. She's doing this for something, he just doesn't know what. "No. It was much the same."

"He believed in us." Her short laugh sounds hollow. Anders knows that sound, because Hawke likes to pretend he doesn't take after her at all, but he knows better. "But love as an apostate, that's not easy. With two of you..."

"I don't want it to be easy." He wants it to mean something. What he feels for Hawke - the fear that coils in his gut, the sharp sting of their shared and separate paranoia - that's part of what makes all of this so important. If it was easy, it would mean so much less that he got to have it.

She leans back, her expression so carefully composed. "Yes, that does sound like someone he'd fall for." She phrases it carefully, not an insult or a compliment. "He doesn't know how to do things the easy way."

He's heard a little about her idea of the easy way to make a life in Hightown. Hawke doesn't think much of it, and Anders thinks even less. He doesn't think voicing that is too wise right now. "But he still deserves the things he wants."

"Perhaps." She purses her lips. "You know I want things to be easier for him. I'm sure you do as well."

"Are you trying to persuade me to end this?" He's been willing; in some ways, he thinks he always will be. He's not sure he's willing to acquiesce to her demands over Hawke's.

"Not necessarily," she answers. "I just... want to caution you. The pain doesn't have divine meaning. It's just pain."

Anders killed his lover in a Chantry. He knows pain isn't holy, never could be. But he can't imagine love that comes easily - it never has, and the way he is now, he knows it never will. The Circle took away that chance from him, and no matter Leandra's concerns, he isn't about to spare himself on the chance that something lighter might come along some day.

"I'll take my chances on the suffering," he says.

"It doesn't end well," she warns, though she doesn't sound angry. Just resigned. "Not for you, not for him. I don't know if you've spoken about it, but..."

"We have," Anders promises. "It didn't deter him, and I'm done running from something we both want."

"I only hope I'm wrong, then." She meets his eyes, and Anders thinks he sees the woman she imagines herself to be.

Then the door creaks open, and the moment breaks.

"Anders? Mother?"

Leandra smiles, standing from her chair. She sets a hand on Hawke's shoulder, then turns back to her room.

Hawke looks to Anders, confusion painted over his face. "She wasn't grilling you, was she? What were you talking about?"

"Nothing in particular," Anders answers, not feeling particularly bad about the lie that passes his lips. It's obvious enough, but hopefully it'll deter Hawke from prying.

"Alright." Hawke sounds dubious, but he lets it lie.

Anders really does love him. He hopes Leandra is wrong.

[renloveskai]

synopsis ~ you wake up beomgyu because you’re needy

genre ~ smut

warnings/tags ~ cussing, dry humping, beomgyu calls the reader slut, kinda dom!gyu

wc ~ around 900

a/n ~ first time writing smut so feel free to lmk what you think and send in any requests you have :)) ending was kinda weird but I didn’t know how to end it lol

not proofread

you’re in a bit of a predicament right now. you woke up on a hot summer night unable to get quality sleep and unbeknownst to you, your panties are soaked. you look over at the time, it’s 3:24am. fuck, you’re beginning to become uncomfortable at how needy you feel. you look next to you to see beomgyu sound asleep, hair tousled and mouth slightly agape. your gaze slowly drags down his body to his neck that you so desperately want to taste. his bare chest that is slowly rising and falling from his breathing. the rest being hidden from your shared blanket. you could just grab a toy from your draw and take care of yourself in the bathroom, but where’s the fun in that?

you scoot closer to beomgyu and wrap your arms around his upper body to try and cuddle with him, in hopes that you would just fall asleep and deal with your arousal in the morning. some time has passed and you still feel the need to relieve yourself, growing more and more desperate by the second. The more you try and force the thoughts away the more you want beomgyu to help you. you look at the clock again 3:33am, only 9 minutes? this is gonna be a problem. you decide to try and help yourself without waking up beomgyu. you wrap your legs around his right leg and grab his right arm for leverage. feeling the pressure of his bare leg on your shorts gives you brief relief but it’s not enough.

you grind on his leg softly to see how he reacts, you look up and he hasn’t moved. his lack of reaction prompts you to grind more. once you start you can’t stop. it’s addictive the way his leg feels against your covered cunt. you grind a little harder eliciting a whimper from you. you look up and beomgyu shuffles slightly but doesn’t wake. continuing your movements your breathing begins to deepen and your grip on his arm tightness.

“mmh fuck” you open your mouth and lean your head back embracing the pleasure from grinding on his thigh. you stop in your tracks when you feel beomgyu start to shuffle. he only repositions slightly bending his leg which gives you easier access to grind on him. you continue starting again with small ministrations. with every grinding movement you let out a small moan. still surprised he hasn’t waken up, you continue slowly working your way up to the point where you’re almost humping his leg.

“baby, you’re so needy you couldn’t even wait till the morning so I could help you out huh?” beomgyu speaks out with a raspy voice. you freeze your movements, unsure of what to do next. you look up at him with your eyebrows furrowed trying to make out the expression on his face with the little moonlight coming through the window.

“don’t look at me all innocent. a second ago you were just humping my leg like a bitch in heat”

you bite your lip getting more turned on by the way he’s talking to you. he readjusts his position to where he’s sitting straight up leaning on the headboard, removing the blanket from his lower half to reveal his bare upper body and his shorts. he looks down at his legs and chuckles “fuck baby, you made a mess on my leg” you sit up in front of him sitting on your calves waiting to see his next move

“sorry, i needed you but you were asleep” you pout at him hoping he would take pity on you. “come here” he pats his thigh signaling you to straddle yourself on his leg. you carefully place yourself on his leg letting out a small whimper at the contact.

“go on, make your self cum” looking at him you start slowly moving against his leg. starting to become embarrassed you look down trying to hide your face.

“don’t start getting shy with me now baby” he grabs your hips and pushes you down harder making you moan at the pleasure. “fuck, more please” you close your eyes and start grinding faster. moan getting increasingly louder “that’s it baby, you’re such a good slut for me huh” he says lowly at you looking at you through his eyelashes. you grab onto his shoulders for some stability.

he flexed his thigh muscles to give you more friction making you let out a broken moan. gasping and moaning from the feeling of his leg rubbing against your covered pussy. “you gonna cum baby?”

“mmh yes please can I cum?” you look at him desperately awaiting his permission. “cum for me”

you chant his name as your come towards your high. you hide your face in the crook of his neck. “oh my god I’m cumming” you yell riding out your high. slowing down your movements starting to feel sensitive.

“fuck, that was so hot baby” you let out a small laugh and look up at him touching his hair. “sorry for waking you, but I was really horny”

“wake me up anytime if this is the outcome. now you have to help me with my problem” you look down to see his hard on.

“of course baby”

[sequinsmile-x]

I Knew You'd Linger Like a Tattoo Kiss - Head Kisses

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A series of unrelated one-shots and mini fics about the many types of kisses Aaron and Emily share.

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Hi friends,

Here's another one of these prompts to wrap up the week. This is just soft, with a touch of mommy issues because I can't help myself.

Please see the masterlist for a full list of tags, and the list of prompts for this series.

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Words: 2k

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Emily tried to avoid one-on-one time with her mother as much as possible. It was easier to do since she’d had Samuel, the 18-month-old and Jack both excellent distractions for Elizabeth when she came over to the house, her love for her grandsons obvious whenever they were together. 

On her worst days, Emily envied her mother's relationship with Samuel and Jack. The easy way she showed her love for them, the affection Emily had to earn when she was young given away as if it was free. It was nothing but proof to her that Elizabeth had always been capable of it, but had prioritised different things when she was young. 

She’d tried to get out of lunch with her mother, not entirely in the mood to be her best self after a rough night with Samuel. He was sick, the 18-month-old refusing to sleep and crying if he was anywhere but in her arms, so she and Aaron had barely slept as they took turns to soothe him. She’d almost called her mom to tell her she couldn’t make it, but Aaron had encouraged her out of the door, reminding her if she didn’t do it now she’d just have to rearrange it after a week of building herself up to it. She’d kissed him goodbye, whilst grumbling about his need to always be so damn sensible, and she’d made her way to her mother’s favourite restaurant. 

The first thing she does when she arrives is order the biggest coffee she can, wanting to make sure she is as alert as she possibly could be. She’s barely sat down for 5 minutes when she hears her mother’s voice echoing around her.

“Emily,” she exclaims, stamping a kiss on each of Emily’s cheeks as she stands to greet her, “It’s good to see you,” she says, frowning as she pulls back, “Are you okay? You look exhausted.” 

She suppresses an eye roll and clenches her teeth, wondering if it is too early to order a glass of wine, “Thanks, Mom,” she says as she takes her seat again, “Sammy is sick so we had a rough night.”

“Oh no,” Elizabeth says as she sits down, “Is he okay?” 

Emily nods, “He’ll be fine, it’s just a bug Jack brought home from school. He’ll be okay in a day or two. He’s all about me when he’s sick though,” she says, unable to pretend she didn’t enjoy all the extra snuggles from her toddler who was seemingly always on the go these days, “So Aaron tried to help but I was up most the night.” 

Elizabeth raises her eyebrows, “Well, if you didn’t coddle him so much he’d manage just fine I’m sure.” 

She sucks in a deep breath and smiles tightly, knowing that the only way to stop herself from biting at the bait offered to her was to change the conversation. “How are you, Mom? How’s work?” 

Her technique works, just as it always did, and she sits back and half listens as Elizabeth talks about work and the embassy. She checks her phone to make sure Aaron hasn’t attempted to contact her, and she smiles at the picture of Samuel and Jack that she has set as her wallpaper, the two of them giggling at something Aaron had said. 

“You’ll never guess who I saw - Steve Clemente.” 

Emily frowns, “Who?” 

Elizabeth rolls her eyes, “Really, Emily. You’ve met the man at my Christmas party the last few years. He’s the President over at Primrose Academy.” 

She hums and nods, “Of course, sorry,” she replies, sipping her coffee, “I remember now.” 

“Well, I was able to get Samuel on the list for their Preschool programme,” she says, opening up her menu, missing the confusion that passes across Emily’s face, “We’re a bit late but this is why it pays to know people.” 

“Sammy is 18 months old.” 

Elizabeth sighs, “It’s like you’re being purposely obtuse today,” she says, shaking her head as she looks back up at her, “I know how old my grandson is, Emily. But the waiting list for these programmes is 2 years. It’s a very prestigious school.” 

Emily presses her lips together and swallows thickly, preparing herself for an argument, “I appreciate the effort, Mom. But we’re not going to be sending him to private school.” 

Elizabeth’s head snaps up, her eyebrows furrowed as she looks at her daughter, “Excuse me?” 

“When the time comes we’re going to send him to the same preschool Jack went to,” she says, looking around for the waiter, the idea of a glass of wine with lunch more appealing than it had ever been, “It’s a great school.” 

Elizabeth sighs, “Emily, Samuel has the benefit of the Prentiss name-”

“He’s a Hotchner,” she corrects, her smile tight as she stares at her mother. 

“What?”

“Sammy. His surname is Hotchner, not Prentiss.” 

“You’re being obtuse again, I know that too. But you seem to be ignoring the benefits your son has purely from who we are.” 

The waiter chooses that moment to walk over, his smile kind as he starts to ask what they want to drink, a question Emily answers before he’s finished asking.

“Wine, please. A large glass.” 

The waiter clears his throat, looking back and forth between the two of them, “Any particular one, ma’am?” 

“Whichever one is closest.” ___

She smiles as she steps into her house, the tension automatically seeping from her shoulders the second the warmth of home washes over her. She hears cartoons coming from the living room and she walks in to find Jack sitting on the couch, his focus on the television. 

“Hey sweetie,” she says as she leans over the back of the couch and kisses the top of his head, “Are you okay?” 

He nods, barely looking away from his favourite show, “Yeah. How was grandma?” 

“She was…” she scrunches her nose up and blows out a breath, “Grandma,” she smiles at him, “Where are Daddy and your brother?” 

“Upstairs,” he replies, “Dad is trying to get Sammy to nap,” he shrugs at her, “It wasn’t going very well.” 

She laughs and leans down to kiss his head again, “I’m going to go see if I can help,” she says, pushing his hair from his forehead, “We’re upstairs if you need us, okay?” 

“Okay, Mom.” 

She heads upstairs and smiles as she steps into the nursery, love spreading through her chest as she’s met with the image of her husband pacing back and forth, their grumpy toddler in his arms. 

“Come on, buddy. You’ll feel better if you nap.”

“No,” Samuel grunts, rubbing his face against Aaron’s chest.

“Daddy’s right,” Emily says from the doorway, both of them looking at her at the same time, matching expressions on their faces, “You’ll feel better if you nap.”

“Mama!” Samuel exclaims, his lower lip pushed out in a pout as he reaches out for her, scrambling in Aaron’s arms. 

“I’ve got you, baby,” she says, lifting him into her arms and kissing the top of his head, “Mama’s got you,” she looks up at her husband, “You’ve been giving Daddy a hard time whilst I’ve been gone?” 

“Only you have the magic touch, it seems,” Aaron says, kissing the top of her head and then her lips as she tilts her head up, “How was lunch?”

She groans and runs her hand up and down Samuel’s back, “It was as expected,” she grumbles, turning her attention back to their son who was already a little calmer, “You want to get some sleep, sweet boy?” 

“Not tired,” he complains, and Aaron hides a smile, a look in his eyes that lets her know exactly what he’s thinking. 

He gets that from you.

“Well, I am,” she says, kissing his head again as she walks towards the loveseat in the corner of the room, “Why don’t we all just sit down for a little while.” 

“‘kay,” he says, pressing his face against her neck as she sits down. She rests her cheek against the top of his head and rubs circles on his back, knowing it is a surefire way to get him to fall asleep. 

Aaron joins them, his arm around her shoulders, and he pulls her closer, “Want to talk about it?” 

She hums, “She mentioned getting Sammy onto a list for a private preschool.” 

Aaron frowns, “He’s 18 months old.” 

She chuckles, “That’s what I said too,” she replies before her smile slips away, “I made it clear that isn’t what we want but…” she blows out a shaky breath, “But then she made it clear she didn’t agree.” 

He tightens his grip on her, his lips against her hairline as he blows out a slow breath, an obvious attempt to keep his cool, “What did she say, sweetheart?” 

“She said I’m risking my kid's futures for the sake of being stubborn.” 

He clenches his teeth and sighs, stamping a kiss against her head before he replies, “That’s not true, Em.” 

“I know,” she sighs, shaking her head a little as she looks down at Samuel, the little boy halfway to sleep already, “At least I think I do,” she looks up at Aaron and offers a half-shrug, “I don’t know. I hated going to private school, and I want something different for the boys. But we could afford it,” she licks her lower lip, “Hell, we could afford to send half a dozen kids to private school all the way through to high school if we want to,” she raises an eyebrow at him when she watches something spark in his eyes, “Down boy,” she jokes and they share a smile, “We could afford it but…that doesn’t mean we should do it, does it?” 

“Of course not, sweetheart,” he says, tucking some of her hair behind her ear, “We know what’s best for our children, not your mother, or an old friend of hers, but us,” he smiles softly, “And if we want to send Sammy and Jack to public school, or all half a dozen of them,” he winks when she rolls her eyes, “Then we will. And we can change our minds in the future if we want to. But you aren’t doing them a disservice or depriving them of something because you want them to have a different experience to you.” 

She nods, leaning forward and pressing her forehead against his shoulder, “I know,” she says, believing this time, and she blows out a slow breath, “I just never felt like I could be myself at those places,” she says, “All that mattered was getting good grades and being the best,” she sighs contentedly when he kisses the top of her head, “I never want the boys to think that’s all they are good for.” 

“They won’t,” he assures her, kissing her head one more time before he encourages her to look up at him, “You’re an excellent mom, Em,” he says, his smile growing as hers does, “Our boys are lucky to have you.” 

She stamps a kiss against his lips, “They are lucky to have you too.”

He smiles and looks down, shaking his head slightly when he sees that Samuel is fast asleep, “He’s sleeping.” 

She hums and looks at her son, his nose bright red and sore from where he’d been rubbing his fists against it, “Poor baby, was he okay whilst I was gone?” 

Aaron nods, “He was fine, he missed you - but he always does when you’re not here,” he runs his fingers up and down her arm, drawing a soothing pattern as they silently agree to stay sitting there with their son for a while, “So, about this half a dozen kids-”

“Aaron.” 

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Scottuary is a Scott appreciation event running from Feb 1-Feb 29, 2024. The goal is to get as many Scott-centric, Scott-positive fics posted throughout the month of February to boost the tag & show our appreciation. Cards for Readers’ Bingo will be added midway through the month!

➤ HOW DO I PLAY?

To submit a work, simply write for one of the prompts and post your work to the Ao3 collection—you may write as many fics in advance as you’d like, but please reserve posting for February! Once you’ve posted it, share it with us using the #scottuary2024 tag, or mention us at @scottappreciation​.

All fics must be Scott-centric and Scott-positive. Scott does not need to be the POV character, but the primary focus of the fic should be Scott’s emotions/interests/needs/etc.

No character bashing, or hate of any kind, is accepted for this event. NSFW materials are fine as long as they are tagged appropriately and the author is 18+, but please no depictions of noncon at this time. No non-canonical MCD (Main Character Death).

➤ RULES

Download the bingo card before/during February 2024.

Write a fic using one of the prompts, to be posted only once February starts.

Fics must be at least 500 words.

Bingos are achieved by publishing five fics (one prompt per fic), going horizontally, vertically, diagonally, or all four corners + the free square.

You are allowed to combine spaces for Full Board Bingo, but no more than three tiles/fic.

Please post each prompt fill as a different work, rather than chapters—for related prompts, we encourage publishing them as a series. You can submit them on Ao3 to our Scottuary collection!

The free square still needs a story paired with it to make bingo, but can be for whatever concept you’d like!

When you post a fic, share a link to it + your bingo card with that tile marked off so we can reblog it!

You do not have to complete a full five story bingo to participate! We welcome as few or as many stories as you would like to contribute.

You are more than welcome to combine fills with other February events such as @febuwhump, etc., as long as Scott is the primary focus!

We’re so excited to read all your fics!!

For easier access for translating to another language or visual impairment, the prompts for Scottuary are written out below the cut!

Filling out all five items in a column will give you horizontal bingo, filling out the same number for each row (eg, all the 2s) will give you vertical bingo, and to make a diagonal bingo, use prompts A1-B2-C3-D4-E5 or A5-B4-C3-D2-E1.

A Row:

Maybe I Should Be No One

Scott + STEM

Shadow Wolf (Darkness around the Heart)

Threefold Death

I'm an Alpha Now

B Row:

Werewolf Reveal

Somatoformic

The Bit

Mercy

Beacon Hills' (Disaster) Clubs

C Row:

Berserker Remnants

Peter Trauma

FREE SPACE

Scott + Monroe

The Preserve

D Row:

Outsider POV

Hunted

UC Davis

Wolfsbane

Scott + Fear

E Row:

I Just Need Something Permanent

Episode Tag

Scott + Clothes

Asthma

I Do Things That Should Be Impossible

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Hello everyone! @scummy-writes and I decided that Arthur should receive a bit of extra love this cold winter season, so we came up with the idea to have an Arthur appreciation creativity challenge called 12 Days of Arthur! For 12 days, there will be 2 prompts to pick from, and you can do as much or as little as you want! By no means do you have to complete each day, just do as much as you can!

The challenge begins December 11 and will conclude on December 23, but if you would like to keep submitting, there will be a grace period until December 31st. After that, we’ll compile a masterlist of all your work. Any medium is acceptable: Writing, drawing, arts and crafts, anything!

For each submission, please tag either me or Scum, or post in the tag #12 days of arthur. That way it’s easier for us to find your works to reblog and add to the masterlist!

The only rules are to be respectful to your fellow fans, do not post character bashing fics against anyone (this is all about positivity!), please do not post things like noncon, incest, etc, and to have fun! Any length, additional characters, or OCs are welcome! Be as creative as you want! ＼(￣▽￣)／

Prompts: Day 1: warm drinks / sharing Day 2: performances / music Day 3: surprises / writing utensils Day 4: blue / love letters Day 5: cookies / puppy Day 6: ice skating / courtship Day 7: chilly / walk Day 8: lights / memories Day 9: something new / blue Day 10: shopping / working together Day 11: preparation / gambling Day 12: presents / sweater