#last snippet: TBD!!

[cherry-leclerc]

cherry’s journal entry #20:

GUYS I’M FINALLY DONE WITH WRITING LUST HALLELUJAH THANK YOU GODDDD 😛🤟🤠🫶😭🥱💯🔥🔥

roughly 16k+ words and a lot of unreliable narrators which I LIVE FOR 🤝🤝🤝

should be starting pride soon 😈😈

hope ur excited.

[nikkento-writes]

About Love - The Masterlist

And we'll dance along the Milky Way, I hope that you feel the same. About me, about us, about love.

Pairing: Nanami Kento x f!reader

cw: canon universe, canon divergent, angst, fluff, fake dating trope, budding romance, slow burn, explicit language, eventual smut

Summary: After an abrupt split with your boyfriend, you’re left with a broken heart and a paid vacation for two that you now have to spend alone. There, you meet Nanami Kento, who temporarily fills the void left by your previous partner. 

Nanami doesn’t do relationships, not while he’s a Jujutsu Sorcerer. When he meets a beautiful stranger on vacation, he sees it as a temporary escape, a fling that will only become a fond memory and nothing more. 

Little do either of you know that your chance encounter won't be the last. 

Author's Notes: The idea for this series came to me probably over a year ago by now and I've been thinking about it constantly since. I have little snippets written, a playlist, I'm always acting out scenes in my head, etc. I finally found the time to start writing this and I'm so excited to share! Chapter 1 will be coming soon. This series is planned for ten chapters, but that's subject to change. I have no regular posting schedule, so any new chapters will be posted sporadically (basically whenever I finish writing them). Thanks in advanced for reading! Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are never expected, but always appreciated. Divider credit to the lovely @/cafekitsune. Title inspired by the song (Only) About Love by grentperez.

Chapter 1 - About Love

Chapter 2 - Someone New

Chapter 3 (tbd)

Chapter 4 (tbd)

Chapter 5 (tbd)

Chapter 6 (tbd)

Chapter 7 (tbd)

Chapter 8 (tbd)

Chapter 9 (tbd)

Chapter 10 (tbd)

[violetsiren90]

*WIP Wednesday*

Pairing: masochist!Bang Chan x dominatrix!f!Reader (idol au) - ft. all Skz members

Genre: one-shot; professionals to ???; smut/angst/found family

Summary: When your favorite client comes to you with an unusual request, you're unprepared for the world, and the heart, you're drawn into.

Content warnings (for snippet only): 18+ (minors, DNI); it's really just a conversation and some allusions to pro dom services.

Word Count: TBD.

Author's Note: Serious question - how do we feel about this premise? I've got a few thousand words and some notes at this point, but I might fuck around and actually do this.

Your brow furrows and your tongue slips between your lips as you take in what he’s just asked of you.

“…Go with you?” You blink.

He nods, lacing his fingers together and leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees.

“I know you have other clients, so we’d compensate for that, of course, if you did agree to come. Make it worth your while.”

“How long are we talking?” you ask, already despising the notion of your freedom having a price for which it could be sold to the highest bidder.

You are a business woman, but ultimately you take orders from one person and one person alone: yourself. The phonebook of an NDA you’d had to sign to take Chris on as a client was a hefty enough imposition by JPY Entertainment on your professional autonomy. You tolerate it for his sake, as his whole world seemed to be one of bindings and restrictions - the least you can do is to offer him the sort that would grant him some sacred semblance of reprieve. Relief. You like Chris. That is the only reason you are even entertaining the current proposition.

“Honestly probably about a year,” he admits, raising his eyes to look at you with a little grimace.

You scoff softly, leaning back and crossing your arms as you tilt your head and offer him an expression that asks him to be serious. He smirks in return, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as his warm brown eyes find yours with confidence.

“I can afford it.”

Can he, now? Badly trying to repress a grin, you take in his words with a nod.

“Okay,” you posit, “Assuming you actually can…” you watch him shake his head, grin still plastered on his face, “…what would this look like?”

“Oh, um…” he glances at the ceiling with a little hum and widened eyes in a way that lets you know he’s just a tad nervous, and it makes the barriers you’d begun to construct against the matter at hand shift on their foundations. This fucking kid. “Well, you’d come along with our crew - under the title of physiotherapist, of course. Basically, you could see the world with us, come to our shows - and I could continue to take advantage of your...invaluable services.”

He follows his last remark with a smirk that is incredibly boyish, and certainly not the sort you’d expect from a man who just payed you top dollar to beat two orgasms out of his beautiful body.

You purse your lips as you consider.

“I’m not an escort service, Chris” you say, softly but firmly. “Or a toy to bring along on a trip. And my play rules wouldn’t change.”

He frowns a little, his handsome features schooling themselves with concern.

“No, no, of course not! You know that’s not what I think of you.”

It’s not phrased like a question, but you know he’s asking.

“I know,” you offer softly with a little smile, “Your company though?”

“This would be on your terms, there would be a contract meeting and everything,” he says earnestly.

He’s obviously thought this through. You sigh.

“How long until you need an answer? I have to think on it.”

“We leave for Australia on the 17th, so probably by the first of the month to make the all the arrangements and, y’know, yeah,” he says, standing as you do.

You grab your duffle and pull your lanyard over your neck.

“I’ll let you know in a day or two,” you remark, pulling the strap of your bag onto your shoulder, and he smiles, pushing a hint of a dimple into his left cheek.

It’s a lazy, lopsided smile. The kind he only ever sports after your sessions, and never before. You think of that smile as you close the distance to your car, and wonder if you can bear the thought of its absence from that face for months on end - even if it wasn’t your problem, even if its owner was halfway across the planet.

“No, no…” you mutter with a sigh as you toss your duffle into the trunk and pull it shut. You slide into the front seat, eyes trailing back up to door that just closed behind you.

“Or…” you hiss out another sigh as your forehead gently collides with the steering wheel.

“…fuck.”

[steviebbboi]

Ari Levinson Masterlist

🌶️ = smut; 🥹 = fluff; 🩹 = angst

Let's Blow This Popsicle Stand 🌶️- ish (Ari Levinson x F!Reader)

Summary: Running a popsicle stand has never felt hotter when Ari serves as your last customer.

Good For It 🌶️🥹🩹 (Lumberjack!Ari x F!Reader)

Summary: Ari was deeply misunderstood by everyone except you. What happens when someone tries to hurt the one person he cares about the most?

Drabbles (in chronological order):

First time that you and Lumberjack!Ari met 🥹, 🩹-ish Lumberjack!Ari proposes to Reader 🥹🩹, 🌶️-ish Reader is Pregnant w/Lumberjack!Ari 🥹

Old Bonds, New Beginnings 🌶️🥹🩹 (Biker!Ari x F!Reader)

Summary: Ongoing mini-series (1/2); You and Ari grew up together as childhood best friends to now reluctant strangers. Let adrift by leading the "Red Sea Roaders MC," and with you taking over your father's floral shop, the two of you are polar opposites. What happens when Ari takes a risk in rekindling a connection with you?

Drabbles:

Part 2 lil smol snippet 🩹 Headcanon prompt about Biker!Ari's character

Inked Corruption 🌶️🥹 (TattooArtist!Ari x F!Reader)

Summary: You received more than you bargained for when you came in for your first tattoo.

Drabbles:

TattooArtist!Ari meets and wants Reader 🌶️

At Your Service 🌶️🥹 (Hotel Concierge!Ari x F!Reader)

Summary: TBD

Random Drabbles (not connected/chronological):

Mean!Ari and hairpulling 🌶️ Don't hold back // five-lines of an imaginary title fic 🌶️

[faelingdraws]

So uh…I assume you didn’t like the watcher dlc very much, then? (I’ve seen barely any of it myself and don’t have much of an opinion on it)

I don't. I really wish I could have, but unfortunately it has some very glaring issues to me that I cannot overlook; namely, the DLC was not only incredibly time crunched (playtesters onboarded a month before release, bugs fixed as late as last minute) but also unfinished in the eyes of the developers, as per a discord announcement that had a snippet from James, as seen here.

"Hello @RW News! This is James from Videocult bringing you good tidings. Right now we are hard at work finishing up development on The Watcher... ... On March 28th Rain World: The Watcher will release on PC. But that will not be the whole story. We have multiple updates planned, and the final arc of the Watcher will conclude with the console release, at a date TBD."

I'm tired of publisher meddling. I would have been happy to have waited an additional year for the DLC to have proper bugtesting, polish, and be the full story they wanted to tell, alongside feeling fully implemented - with things like pearls or even steam achievements, both of which the DLC lacks. I don't hold any ill will to the developers, because I know the internals of this kind of thing look awful, especially with publishers involved, due to my experience with Downpour. At a certain point a product, regardless of where it's at in development, has to be shoved out because publishers promised a certain date and already paid for merchandise to be ready for sale to celebrate. As it stands, that's how I feel about the DLC without any spoilers about it or it's gameplay, but if you're interested in that, I could do a writeup about it as well. I can't confidently recommend trying the DLC if you're on the fence until, at the very least, more updates roll out that fix more game breaking bugs and hopefully add more QOL to make the experience flow more smoothly.

[yerimacoustic]

𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 ♡ 𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙥𝙨 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

❝𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙘𝙞𝙚𝙣��𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙖𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙 𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 ❞🕰️ 🍂

summary: when you and your ex husband receive a mysterious letter, the two of you are forced to confront confusing emotions and learn how to move forward.

content warnings: supernatural au, nonidol au, ghost hunter!seungcheol and reader, 90s au, seungcheol and reader are divorced, angst, cursing, horror themes, eventual fluff, lots of arguments, scary stuff, NO GORE. teaser: 800 wc. full fic: TBD.

notes: this is a TEASER for an upcoming s coups fic!! usually putting out little snippets first gives me motivation to write the damn thing lol but please interact if you like it! feedback is always appreciated

as you approached the front door of your small apartment, the wind assisted you in slamming it shut. the air stayed just as cold even once you found yourself sheltered within the thin walls, but you’d grown accustomed to it. you’d made a habit of sorting through your mail and listening to your voicemails without planning to respond to any of them, hoping that it would distract you from the cold.  

you plopped down at the kitchen table, pressing the speaker button and letting your chin rest in the palm of your hand once the receiver lay across the tablecloth.   

“you have twelve new messages. first message: 

“‘hey, y/n, it’s jeonghan. call me back. or else. okay love you, bye!��

“second message:

“‘jeonghan again! if you deleted the first mess-”

click.

“message marked for deletion. new message:

‘listen, we would all really appreciate it if you could come to bingo night. i know you’ve bailed on us the last…four or five times. or ten times, but who’s counting? anyways, call me back, or else. love you!’ 

you sighed heavily as you listened through the rest of jeonghan’s pleadings and eventually seungkwan’s rants. somehow jeonghan had convinced seungkwan to spam your landline with messages too, hoping that he would help persuade you to join them on their traditional outing. once again, you wondered why you had fallen into the habit of listening to messages without any intention of returning them. 

surprisingly, seungkwan and jeonghan weren’t the only ones lingering in your inbox. there was also a message from your boss, the pharmacy, and..

“‘hey… it’s seungcheol. please don’t hang up. i know you specifically told me not to use this phone number but.. okay, i won’t bore you with anymore excuses.’”

much to your own surprise, you chose to humor your ex husband. you continued to let the message play out. as you sat down at the table, you let the stack of mail fall to your lap while staring at the receiver in silence.  

“‘listen, i’ve been thinking lately and..i have a lot of regrets.’”

you snickered bitterly. 

“‘i know there’s not much i can say to make things better or.. change things that happened between us. hell, you’ve probably already deleted this message by now and i can’t really blame you for that. i don’t have a lot of time, i’ve ran out of change but.. i’d love to talk to you at some point. in person. if you’re up for that then.. you know where to reach me. bye.’

“to replay this mess-”

click. 

“message marked for deletion. your inbox is empty. you have no new mes-”

you slammed the receiver down and let out a heavy sigh. ever since the divorce, you felt like seungcheol had taken a part of you with him. you turned to isolation, ignoring family members and friends constantly in favor of drowning yourself in your work. you were able to keep up with the deadlines, but at a heavy cost.

it’s for the best, you kept telling yourself.

you digressed, flipping through the large stack of envelopes instead of dwelling on your own sadness. you were met with the all too familiar sight of bills, bills, and more bills until a thick brown envelope seemingly materialized from the bottom of the pile. you had no memory of picking it up or even seeing it in your mailbox. 

there was a wax seal in the center of the envelope, a dark red skull. a little on the nose, but alright. you ripped it open, taking note of the gorgeous stationery before focusing on the words written in cursive and immediately cringing at the foreign use of your maiden name:

miss l/n, 

i hope you don’t find this letter to be invasive or frightening by any means, but i’ve heard a great deal about your work. i’ve read a number of articles concerning your cases and i must say i am impressed. i’ve always admired believers of the supernatural, especially in a world filled with skeptics. 

i know you’re probably out of experience, given it's been a year or two since your last job and circumstances have changed, but i would love a chance to talk with you about an ongoing issue in my home. there’s voices, objects moving, frigid winds.. you name it. 

my home address is attached to this letter. please give it some thought and keep in mind i’m willing to pay you handsomely for your troubles.

best wishes to you. 

it wasn’t surprising to know that your mysterious client knew about your divorce, considering it was in most of the papers. at least the stupid journalists were considerate enough to leave most of the details out of their articles. 

but you were almost certain no one knew about your new home address except for your inner circle.

[demonicseries]

Because why not, here’s a snippet from a Deadpool/Wolverine sitcom that’s in my wips, which would be in script format:

*we see the ending shots of D&W playing with the edges of the TV in the apartment. After the last shot of the masks we cut to Deadpool on the couch, watching it.

“Wasn’t that a great movie, Peanut?” Wade says to Wolverine

We pan to Logan

“The tv’s off, Wade”

Sharp cut to a blank tv.

“They know what I’m talking about”

“Who’s they”

“The audience. We just got greenlit for a sitcom”

“We did?”

“Ok, not yet. This is just the script. But go with me on this.”

“If it’ll get you to clean this damn apartment, then fine”

Cut to the disastrous apartment. Cut back

“You’re right! The couch is the focal point of all (word) sitcoms. We can’t have it looking like (joke? Or just put “this”)

“Is this how you live?”

“It how we live. We’re roomies now!” Wade gives him a squeeze

“Just clean the fucking couch Wade” Wade moves away now

“Fine— but only because it gives me something to do while our title sequence is playing. I wonder what song it’s gonna be.”

TITLE SEQUENCE — song TBD

We see Wade only start to clean the mostly dirty couch.

“That’s it? It’s so short I barely had anything to work with! — (turn to camera) hmm, usually its the other person saying that to me — Logan, if you could hear me, that’s a joke. No one’s ever needed to say that to me, I swear.—- (to camera) saved it.

[punkranger]

WIP Game

Thanks @kittlesandbugs for the tag!

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.

I've got... way too many fic wips, and this is with me only picking the ones I feel like I might want to go back to... I really should take some time to finish some of these (since there are so many I'm providing a little bit of context)

FHR: Antoine

HG reveal scrap

2. One last night of lies

The orange sun

Post Catfiend

Empty

News

Post retri herald visit

1. Taking the first step

Beggars can be choosers...

3. Herald and Ruin meet

Subject: tbd

Odd socks

Time to get serious

FHR: Densil

Snow

About Control

How to be nice

Love is...

The Exile: Monroe

Snakes in the kitchen

Syfyn and Monroe

Actions and Reasons

Not dead yet (unfortunately)

Violent intentions

Monroe Nap

Yet another fight

Exile Guard POV

DnD: Angler

First time in Waterdeep

Angler joins the Guild

I don't know nearly enough people to tag for all of these but: @night-triumphantt @westealtoys @mihqorio @glitchy-npc and anyone else who wants to do it

[fourteentrout]

Tamlin/Rhysand Calanmai Fic

Oh? What's that? Fourteentrout finally back with Tamsand content?

That's right. I've finally started posting "Don't You Want To?" despite the fact that it is not done. I figured this would be the most efficient way to break the writer's block i've been feeling about the last chapter.

Chapters: 1/4

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: tbd

Summary:

After an increase in irritability (and unresolved horniness) following Nyx's birth, Rhysand basically gets court-ordered vacation time. Tamlin, meanwhile, is feeling similar effects as Calanmai approaches. Committed to getting Spring back on its feet, he has to make a few snap decisions to secure a successful reconstruction for his Court. As both High Lords navigate their drastic mood swings and errant bodily reactions, they come to find that the solution to their problems may be less conventional than they would hope.

But hey, it's for a good cause, right?

Click the link above to check it out, or read the snippet below!

It was perfectly, jarringly clear that Tamlin was different. The fact that he showed up at all was a testament to the change. 

Rhys had invited him at the last minute with the most reluctance he'd ever felt in his life, already convinced that Tamlin wouldn’t accept the invitation anyway. He’d banked on the fact that Tamlin was likely to be too downtrodden to even shift into his Fae form, never mind go to a diplomatic High Lords meeting. 

The past few times Rhys had visited Tamlin, he'd been a beast, refusing to speak, refusing to even acknowledge Rhys’ presence. Eventually, with Feyre's pregnancy and Tamlin's childish stagnation, Rhys stopped being able to find the effort to drag himself to Spring. So he stopped his visits for about three and a half months, and given the state he'd left Tamlin and his Court in, Rhys was almost certain he wouldn't show up.

But that he did. And he was not the same pathetic, beastly thing Rhys had left wallowing in self pity the last time he'd seen the Spring Lord. 

Tamlin winnowed in as dramatically as he had at the last High Lords' meeting, before the war with Hybern. The resounding crack of power that announced his presence had the hair raising on the backs of all the necks in the room.

And he looked different . 

Most strikingly, his hair was shorn down on one side, a section from his temple to just behind his pointed ear choppy and shaved nearly to the scalp. It was a rare, unusual hairstyle in Prythian, and even more strange to see on the normally modest High Lord. 

Other, subtler details made themselves known as Rhys scanned Tamlin. His eyes weren't quite Fae, his hands were already tipped with claws, and most confusingly, he had stubble.

Rhys, in all his years, had never once seen a High Faerie with facial hair. Many Illyrians, sure. Humans, certainly. But High Fae? Smooth, perfect, ethereal High Fae? Tamlin had always had more body hair than usual, given the light dusting of it that had always been on his forearms, his legs, and the trail of it descending from his naval that Rhys had noted in their training days. Somehow, though, Rhys hadn't realized the Spring Lord was capable of something so utterly non-High Fae as facial hair. It wasn’t entirely surprising, he supposed. Tamlin had always been somewhat of an animal.

The third odd thing about Tamlin’s appearance was his outfit. He wore a plain white, fitted tunic. Simple, barring the utterly bizarre cut to it. It had a plunging neckline, complete with rounded lapels, that exposed a large triangle of his tanned chest, and the hem of the shirt stopped far above his waistline. It was fastened by one innocuous button, creating a geometric patchwork of exposed skin. His entire midriff was uncovered. 

His low waisted pants only added to the amount of body Tamlin was showing, sunkissed abdominals and that damned trail of hair on full display. The flowing, loose sleeves of the tunic were at odds with the tight fabric of the body. The dark green pants had the same kind of tailoring, tight enough around Tamlin's thighs to show off their thickness, but loose enough at the calves to create an almost casual look, cinched at the ankles. Adding to the absurdity of it all, he was barefoot. Rhys continued to scan back up, gaze lingering on that large swath of exposed waist for a moment too long. His attention snapped back to those animal eyes, and his breath practically tore from his throat at the sight. 

Tamlin's eyes were unnaturally bright, wickedly keen. They blazed in a way that Rhys had only ever seen during…

During Calanmai. And now, in the middle of Thesan’s softly radiant palace, Tamlin did not look normal. He looked downright sinful.

[jtl-fics]

Tbd snippet pretty please🙏

6/26/24 WIP Wednesday (OPEN) | TBD

Andrew rolls his eyes a small part of him wondering why in the world Katelyn and Aaron cared this much about Josten’s love life. He knows Katelyn is close with Reynolds and that Reynolds and the rest of the seniors had been uncomfortably invented in Neil’s life in college.

He gives it up as Katelyn being asked to keep an eye on Josten while she’s in Atlanta and finishes off the last of his lasagna.

“I’m heading back.” Andrew rises up from his chair.

“Oh? But I made dessert.” Katelyn says in a faux sad voice.

Andrew sits back down, he has no idea when she got this good at manipulating him.

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[seaglassmelody]

WIP What Day Is It?

Still in a different time zone so who knows if it’s Wednesday or Thursday or Friday or whatever but here we are!! Thanks for the tag @thedissonantverses !!

Found some time to work on stuff on trains and things so here’s a snippet of a Veilguard oneshot I’m working on, title TBD:

“How do they keep finding new angles to attack from?!” Rook exclaimed, ducking a scythe attack.

“They have to be- shit!” Davrin threw himself out of the way of a magical burst, barely getting clipped by the burning magic. “Concealing themselves somehow!”

“The Veil has seemed rather temperamental today!”

“That tells me nothing, Rook!”

“Maybe you should take some basic magic lessons from Emmrich then!” She retorted as she tugged on the Veil, weaving in her own life force and latching onto the mage in charge of the Venatori, quickly and harshly leeching his vitality to her.

As his dessicated corpse hit the ground, Rook let out a cheer. “That was their leader, we should be in the-“

She was cut off by the sound of Neve screaming in pain, caught off-guard by a last-ditch effort by one of the Venatori sword-wielders flanking them.

Neve retaliated with an icy burst of magic that froze and imploded her attacker before collapsing on the ground clutching her abdomen.

Sorry for formatting, mobile is a bitch and a half!! Looking forward to continuing this!

[themadmorrigan]

WIP Ask Game:

Tagged by @olenvasynyt and @theangryhistoriananna - ty!

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Oh boy, ok. Let's see. I have a LOT of them.

Swords and Sorrows rough drafts - probably pretty self-explanatory (Neslin/Elucien/Fandras)

GDocscord - secret ship, joint project with @bonecarversbestie

The Last Ten Days - Nesta/OC, joint project with @limeandorange

Sic Semper Tyrannis WIP - also pretty self-explanatory (Elucien)

Cursebreaker/Of Curses and Consequence - sequel to Of Swords and Sorrows (Neslin/Neris/Fandras/Feysand)

Untitled Document - ooops, forgot to name that one lol. Elucien fanfic based off of a fairly popular Neris one on AO3.

The Backup Plan - original fantasy, based loosely off of NPCs in the D&D campaign I run (and a second game I ran until a few years ago)

The Main Plan (title TBD) - original fantasy, based loosely off of the main D&D campaign I currently run

City of Gold - Baldur's Gate II fanfic that I'll never finish, ever and keep debating putting on AO3

Talis - my Tamlin/Alis drabble

Two Sides of the Same Coin - another BG II fanfic I'll probably never finish (Imoen x Khalid, chiefly)

Act 1: The Sorcerer's Apprentice - backstory for one of my BBEGs that spiralled into something... kinda dark tbh. Original fantasy. Tagging: @bonecarversbestie, @limeandorange, @primulagoldworthy, @secret-third-thing, and @eatsbooks (I could do more but... no. Anyone can and should do this though.)

[chunkypossum]

WIP Wednesday

Let’s talk @polyacotarweek shall we? Who else is as excited as I am for this event?

I’ve got content for 6/7 days so this week I’ve got editing up to my eyeballs to do.

I think a little snippet of each is in order today…. Yeah?

Under the cut check out what’s coming next week!

Days 1-4: Title TBD - Nesta X Cassian X Eris (4 parts)

Day 1: Beginnings - Nerissian Part 1

“The flight over Velarias at sunset was Cassian’s favorite. The way the gold, pink and purples of the last rays of sunshine washed over the mountains made him feel like he was getting to witness something only reserved for the gods.

Smiling, he looked down at Nesta in his arms as she yawned lightly into the back of her hand.

“Are you getting tired?” He asked her, kissing the side of Nesta’s temple.

“A little. But …” She tightened her grip around his neck and looked out at the sun setting before them. “I’m not quite ready to get to the party. If it’s ok with you, can we stay up here a little longer?”

Cassian’s smile widened and he kissed her temple. “Of course.” He whispered in her hair, kissing the top of her head. The movement lost them a few feet of height in the air but Nesta didn’t bat an eye. Instead, Nesta dropped her head onto his shoulder and sighed contentedly. “

Day 2: Comfort - Nerissian Part 2

The sound of the sea crashing against the cliffside was the only thing keeping Cassian from slowly going insane. No one in the room was speaking, they were just sitting there across from one another, staring. It had been this way for an hour since they had shown up in the little seaside cottage just over the Day Court border from the Night Court.

Ironically it was progress. For the first half an hour Eris kept trying to bolt past the wards so he could winnow away. Every move he made caused an animal instinct to rise up inside of Cassian resulting in a comical amount of growls. It was giving him a headache.

Day 3: secrets -Nerissian Part 3

“You said it yourself. That he might not be so bad after all.” She teased, squeezing his fingers a little harder before letting go.

When he didn’t respond to her teasing, Nesta closed her mouth and waited. If she pushed him, Cassian would get flustered and end up saying things he didn’t mean. She wanted this to be productive. The tightening bond in her chest needed it to be productive.

Unable to look at her, Cassian focused on his breathing. He was a few minutes into slow, even breaths before he spoke.

“I do feel shame about everyone else finding out.”

Day 4: Adventure - Nerissian Part 4

Now less of a burden than before, Nesta had found herself relying on the strength she found in their growing bond. She still sent pieces of her day to both males and had to hold back her giddiness when one or both of them deigned to send something back. She was making progress and so proud of herself.

Keep holding out your hand.

It was the thought that carried her from day to day. Even if she was too embarrassed to say it out loud, somehow, she could tell Cassian knew.

Though the growth of the bonds were ultimately a good thing, they chafed terribly at the worst times causing their family to continue to cast them suspicious glares at dinner or other outings. Even though Cassian seemed to have gotten ahold of himself and kept their secret locked up tight, he was still going to be the first to crack if his brothers, or cauldron forbid, Feyre, got him one on one with the intent to interrogate him.

Day 5: favorite tropes - Azris Nessian X Neris Polycule

- Wedding date + a little bit of Jealousy

“What do you want?” Nesta demanded, sneering instead. “My date is waiting on me.”

Cassian scoffed, looking back out towards the party. “Your date. Why did you come with him Nes?”

Inspecting her fingernail, Nesta replied casually. “Why not?”

“Was it just to ppiss me off?” He nearly growled, clearly trying to keep his temper even.

“Not everything I do is with you in mind, prick. In fact, very little of my day to day revolves around you at all.” Her nose went up in the air and she too, looked back out at the party, waiting to see how her blow landed.

“So some of your day still does?” He asked quietly, taking a step closer and brushing his fingers through the tiny hairs at her nape. Nesta shivered at the unexpected touch. The vulnerability in his voice was nearly too much for her.

Day 7: Free Day - Azris + Eris x OC

Eris sighed. - “It’s obvious that in your heart, you want change to take place and you want to be a part of that change. How can you do so when each visit leaves you in shambles? It took you hours to calm down this time. You didn’t even know where you were for most of it.” With seemingly great effort, Eris peeled his eyes away fro mthe window to look at Azriel directly.

“I know.” Azriel admitted quietly. “But…” He couldn’t finish, his thoughts were so jumbled.

“Let the General and his mate handle Illyria. They are doing enough good there from what I hear that you can put your talents to use elsewhere. You can still do good in the world, in a way that you choose. In a way that won’t damage you to the point of no return. What good is a free Illyria if it kills you in the process?”

“It’s not about me.”

“Maybe it should be.”

Azriel’s head shot up, his brows bunched in confusion as he looked at Eris who was back to looking out the window.

“What are you talking about?”

“Might I make a proposal?” Eris asked, more timid than Azriel had ever heard him. It made his heart stop briefly before it picked back up in high gear. “Come work for me for a while longer. Your methods were effective and you seemed to find the work fulfilling. But if you don’t want-”

“Yes.” Azriel cut him off, answering without thinking. “I’ll do it.” His breath was hot in his lungs as he accepted Eris’ offer. The smile on the other males face felt a bit like coming home.

And some shit line art I’m doing in between to procrastinate editing lol

[violetsiren90]

WIP Wednesday

Pairing: best friend's younger brother!Changbin x f!Reader

Genre: drabble; established (secret) relationship; smut and fluff w/ a smidge of angst

Summary: Three months after you show up on your best friend's doorstep to find her brother instead, Changbin thinks it's time to let Nari know that things have changed.

Content warnings (for snippet only): 18+ (minors, DNI); showering together; allusions to sex; nudity; kissing and embracing; teasing (non sexual); mentions of reader's hair being washed; some minor anxiety and worries; fluff 🥰

Word Count: TBD.

“I have a confession to make,” his voice comes from over your shoulder and the patter of water against the shower floor.

You hum in response, eyes closed as his fingers lather shampoo against your scalp, filling the humid air with the scent of lemongrass and lavender. His other arm is wrapped around your waist, pulling you close so that your bare back leans flush with his chest.

“…I told Chris.”

Your eyes open, droplets clinging to your lashes like dew.

“About us?”

His hand skims up your side and moves to cup your forehand and tilt it back as you feel the warm spray of the showerhead through your tresses. When the suds are gone he turns you around, hands on your hips. He looks like the cat who caught the canary as he nods and smirks, and you can’t help but smile yourself, even as you attempt to harness an expression of disapproval.

“How’d that happen?”

“He basically called me out on it. Said only one thing could make me so stupidly happy.”

“Mind-blowing sex?” you murmur, pressing your slick skin to his.

“You,” he corrects, his eyes glimmering as he leans down to press wet lips to yours. When he pulls away, you consider for a moment.

“You mean…he knew you liked me? Before?”

“You think my best buddy wouldn’t?”

A pang of guilt twists in your stomach at the remark. Your best friend is still very much in the dark about…well, everything where you and her brother were concerned. You chew your bottom lip as he helps you out of the shower. Absently reaching for the towel he holds out, you blink into focus as your hand clutches at air when it’s drawn back out of your reach.

“What…hey, why are you…?” you glance at Changbin, who is now holding the towel over his head, a victorious look on his features as his eyes rove your form.

“I like you naked. Five more minutes!” He whines with a chuckle as you swat his bulging pectoral and snatch the towel cradling his hips to wrap around your own damp body.

“You’re ridiculous,” you grumble with a smirk, but you adore it - how taken his is with every part of you. How he always wants to touch you, hold you, be close to you in any way he can. And how he never shies away from saying just exactly how you make him feel.

Though, you’ve noticed a shift in that particular respect over the last few weeks.

You watch him rumple the towel over his hair.

Sometimes he holds something back. You can always see it, lingering behind his eyes and at the corners of his mouth. You can feel it on the tips of his fingers and at the end of each sweet kiss. But it’s grown with time, and you feel the weight of it each time his eyes rest on you when he thinks you’re not aware.

You suppose it’s only natural that there should still be some mystery between you. Even after all the years you’ve known him, these were uncharted waters, and ones you’d strayed into more than a little clandestinely.

Keeping your relationship secret has had its benefits. It’s given you time to grow without the judgements and perceptions of others playing a part in your gentle discovery of one another. It’s also taken the pressure off of things - not having to answer questions from anyone you haven’t even had the chance to ask yourselves. And it was fucking sexy, to be honest, all the sneaking around. Inconvenient at times to be sure, but still deliciously indulgent to the rebel in you both.

But as you watch him open the mirrored cabinet to grab the toothbrush he keeps in your bathroom your heart skips a beat and you wonder if it’s time the jig is up.

You settle behind him, slipping your arms around his middle and resting the side of your head against his broad back.

“What did Chris have to say? About me and you?” you ask softly.

Changbin spits into the sink.

“He was stoked for us.”

You smile.

“He did ask if Nari knew.”

You sigh.

“I think she should by now,” he says, turning to speak over his shoulder. “I think it’s time.”

You hum into his skin.

“The longer we wait, the harder it’s going to be. A few months of privacy is alright, we’re still in the clear.”

He’s right. You know he is. You press your damp forehead into his back and sigh again.

“It’ll be fine,” he says around his toothbrush.

“She’s gonna freak,” you groan.

“She’ll get over it.”

You sincerely fucking hope so. The faucet squeaks shut and he turns, wrapping you in his big arms, to press a minty kiss to your lips.

“Stop fretting, beautiful,” his dark eyes sparkle down at you, “We’re gonna be okay. Nari too.”

Your heart melts as it settles when his mouth seeks yours again. Yeah. You could face all the troubles of the world, in fact, if you were allowed to keep holding him like this.

~To be continued~

[charmsandtealeaves]

Hi, I don’t remember the name of one of your fics and not sure if you have it up. I know a snippet you shared where James throws a blanket or towel in the washer after his pet had died.

I’m asking because I thought of that fic today since my rooster died this evening and, idk I really enjoyed that snippet you wrote. So yeah, just that

Ah! Yes that is 100% a fic of mine. It’s still a WIP I haven’t published yet though, as it’s something I’ve been working on quietly in the background haven’t been able to touch since September 2023 as I’ve been using it to process my own grief of losing my dog to cancer. I’m so sorry for your loss Nena, loosing pets is immensely difficult. It’s been over a year since I lost Moose and I still deeply feel her absence everyday. I wish I could give you a big hug and a cup of tea. 🫂

I’ve only ever shared snippets. I’m amazed you remember that detail! Not sure if you’ve got it saved somewhere but just in case you don’t… I’ve included it below the cut:

The Process of Grief ~ title TBD

James sank to the floor against the door frame. The blanket was still half hanging out of the washing machine. He gripped it in his fist and pressed it to his nose, taking a deep inhale. Hair tickled his nostrils but he pressed on. Trying to drown himself in the scent that was Padfoot. Once he turned the machine on the scent would fade. It would gone. It could become forgotten. He didn’t want to forget. He wanted to wallow in it so long the smell would be burnt into his very being. The musty, earthy smell of his best friend, his partner, his confident.

He had to do this, he knew, it wasn’t healthy to hang on. With one last deep inhale he shoved the blanket into the machine, slammed the door shut on it and pressed the button. It was a single fluid motion, no going back. The door made its distinctive click of locking in place and hummed as the drum began to fill with water. It was done.

He was broken on the floor. Surrounded by memories and spilt detergent power. But it was done. His heart ached like it was going to drop out of his chest.

[little-miss-bioweapon121]

Yo I’m Ms.Bio, Biology student with a concentration in genetics, and here’s my stuff. Idk I’m here for vibes mostly.

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Sanguinius and Samael

Writing: Actual Fever Dream, Hope Au: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, Angst Snippet

Art: Introductions, Cringe-fail dad, official faces, Official Faces2, cousins, Adult Samael, Sam V. Fulgrim

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