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its-all-papaya · 12 days

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about the kiss prompts. I'd love to read about landoscar for 5 *and* 6 - a kiss where it hurts and where it doesn't hurt. I think that would go amazing together. I was thinking about the emotional kind of hurt but please do whatever feels right :)

heyyyyy this is like. not the emotional kind of hurt. but i saw everybody writing kid fic landoscar on the feed and i had to join in or die, so have 1.5k of fluffy, sappy singledad!lando.

send me a ship and a number and i will write a kiss

5. where it hurts & 6. where it doesn't hurt | landoscar | 1.5k

Lando’s been in love with Oscar for months already the first time he hears “I love you.”

It’s the kind of late-summer hot that burns off in the early evening, leaving you shivering and wondering when it started. Lando’s in the kitchen at his sister’s place, elbow deep in dishwater, as him mum prattles on about the very expensive wedding of the daughter of a neighbor Lando doesn’t remember from his childhood home.

“Personalized, engraved wine glasses,” she’s saying as he hands off another plate he’s rescued from the murky bottom of the sink so she can dry it. The window in front of them is thrown open so they can keep an eye on the backyard, where the rest of the family is nursing the last of the drinks they’d opened with dinner. Tied off to the fence posts, Lando’s niece’s birthday balloons float gently with the breeze that carries the sounds of a half-dozen conversations in for them to gather pieces of. If he listens hard enough, Lando can pick out his favorite accent from among them, several ticks off from the rest of the crowd’s English. It’s warm in Lando’s chest, the way Oscar has settled so easily today. He hadn’t been worried, but it’s the first time Lando’s brought him around to a whole family event like this – all three of them, Lando, Oscar and Emma – and everything has gone so remarkably smoothly.

“Insane, isn’t it?” His mum asks, drawing Lando’s attention back to the kitchen.

“Extravagant,” Lando agrees to appease her. He’s only halfway through sponging off the next handful of silverware when his focus is snatched right back up by the familiar, gut-tug sound of his daughter crying.

“Shit,” he says then as he scans the backyard through the screen to seek her out among his various relatives. It figures that she’d be fine all day while Lando was around, and the minute he’d ducked in to help with the washing, she’d find her way to trouble. His mum’s already handed off her dish towel for Lando to dry his palms with and he’s half-turned towards the door, cutlery abandoned back to the suds, when he finally spots Emma. She’s just reached three feet (on the small side for three-years-and-a-few-months old, but that was always going to happen with the genes Lando’d given her), so it’s mainly her curly head he can see as she runs back from the swings towards the patio, where the adults are all gathered.

“Gonna-” Lando hooks a thumb over his shoulder for his mum’s benefit, eyes still trained on his girl. Emma hits the group and skips right past the lost look he’d been expecting when she realized he wasn’t there, though, skips right over missing Lando and straight ahead to-

“Oscar,” she whines, arms outstretched and voice high like it gets when she’s upset. Lando watches from the kitchen as his boyfriend kicks off the wall to kneel next to her. He’s got half a beer still in one hand, but the other goes to Emma’s back as she falls into his shoulder. Lando’s heart feels racing and stopped all at the same time as he watches Oscar murmur to her, too low for him to hear across the garden.

It's a minute before she’s coaxed back up out of his chest. Her face is still red and teary, nose twitching, but she offers her hands out when Oscar asks for them. Lando’s stopped moving completely, frozen with the dish towel wrapped between his fingers.

“Can I see?” he picks up from the distance. Oscar smooths his thumb into the middle of Emma’s hand until she flexes her fingers out for him, displaying palms full of grass bits.

“Fell,” she gets out between little hiccupping sobs. Oscar sets his drink aside so he can tug her closer without letting go of her hand.

“Well, that’s no good. Can I help?” he asks and it’s soft, it’s tender, it makes Lando himself want to cry for an entirely different reason.

She nods. Her head falls sideways, back onto Oscar’s shoulder, as he brushes the dirt and grass away. Then he purses his lip to blow the last of the dust off and smacks a kiss right in the center of her hand, playing it up loud enough to make Emma smile about it through the last of her tears.

“Oscar!” she says again, all giggles this time. Lando’s heard Oscar laugh about the way Lando pronounces his name, but it’s only when Emma says it, his own accent in miniature, that he sees what there is to grin about. She seems to be mostly cured of the panic, but in the next moment Oscar scoops her up anyway, settling her on his hip and checking that she’s chilled out as he returns to his conversation. Everything keeps moving around them.

“So,” Lando’s mum says. He jumps a little, having forgotten where he was.

“Um.” Lando says back. She’s smiling like a maniac at the side of his head. “I’m gonna-” he repeats, same thumb motion as a minute ago. He departs for real this time, though, depositing the towel back in her hands as he goes.

“Hey,” he breathes out when he’s reached Oscar’s corner of the patio. He’s not sure where to put his attention first, honestly, a little overwhelmed, so he curls a hand around Oscar’s hip with one hand and tucks Emma’s hair behind her ear with the other. “All sorted?”

“All sorted,” Oscar agrees. He tilts his head to meet Emma’s eyes, eyebrows raised like he’s waiting for her to sign off as well.

“All better,” she confirms. She doesn’t reach for Lando, though.

Oscar’s gaze is still focused on her when he says, “Just wanted a little cuddle before going back to play, right? Nothing serious.” He shifts Emma slightly in his arms and she turns her face into his shoulder for a second, like she’s embarrassed he’d tell on her that way.

“Good plan,” Lando says, tucking her hair back once again.

“Just like dad,” Oscar adds, and Lando definitely can’t find room inside of himself to be embarrassed – not with the way his chest is all cozy, like a dryer-warmed blanket.

“Oscar gives a good cuddle,” he agrees instead.

There’s a beat of silence: Lando looking at Oscar, Oscar looking at Emma, Emma looking back and forth between the two of them and the swing set, where her cousins are still playing.

“I’m ready,” she decides finally. She plants her palm on Oscar’s opposite shoulder and leans back in his arms so she can look him in the face instead.

“Great!” Oscar says.

“Emma,” Lando says, “say thanks to Osc, yeah? For fixing you up?”

“Thanks, Oscar!” she chirps, agreeable. Then she smacks a kiss against his cheek, a match to the one on her own palm, and says, “I love you!” as he sets her down, easy as anything.

Like she’s said it a thousand times. Like it’s not anything, like it’s just a fact of her life.

Lando watches her run off with a hand on his own cheek, half over his mouth. He knows he must look insane in one direction or the other, the way his eyes are watering and he’s smiling to hide how his heart is beating triple-time inside of his chest. But Oscar just slides an arm around his waist, drawing Lando in close to his side.

“Sorry if that was-”

“No,” Lando stops Oscar before he can even start. “That was, like…” precious, Lando thinks, more than I ever expected.

It's just... there were days after Emma’s mum was gone, when he was alone with his baby, that he’d stayed up at night and stared at her even after she’d finally gone down for him; days where he’d wondered whether either of them would ever get to say the words to anybody else. There were moments, nights, weeks on end where everything felt scary, and the thought of bringing a whole extra person into their lives was impossible to entertain, more work than it was worth no matter how badly Lando yearned for it. And there were times with Oscar, even, early on, where Lando had hesitated against his lips mid-snog on the couch and despite all the burgeoning something in his own heart, thought: selfish.

He’s never felt further from it all, though, watching Emma jump from the apex of her swing’s trip up towards the sky. She’s never been afraid for long. Comes by it honestly, Lando thinks as he buries a smile against Oscar’s shoulder.

“That was…?” Oscar prompts into Lando’s hair. He’d pressed a kiss there a moment ago and never moved.

“That was really important,” Lando settles on, still misty eyed.

Oscar’s palm does a quick pass up and down his spine before wrapping back around to squeeze Lando in half a hug, “Okay, though? I didn’t overstep or anything?”

“No,” Lando’s laughing then, still a bit wet, as he dislodges Oscar’s chin from the top of his head, “Can’t believe she loves you, holy shit.”

Oscar smiles down at him, “Just like her dad?”

“Just like her dad,” Lando confirms, then presses his own sweet smile right into Oscar's lips.

#answered #ask game #kiss prompts #soph writes #my landoscar #landoscar #landoscar fic #landoscar fanfic #lando x oscar #holy run on sentences batman #the author has regrets but only a few #i NEEDED to write kid fic it was clawing at the inside of my brain

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ygodmyy20 · 5 months

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All my #terukiweek2024 posts in one place, in order of the days.

4/7 - Fire

4/8 - School

4/9 - Star

4/10 - Official Art

4/11 - Hair and Trauma

4/13 - Happy Birthday!!

Thank you so much to everyone that participated in Teruki week!!! I still am overjoyed. Feeling so many emotions.

Going to put more of my sappy thoughts below.

I had a really....crazy week this last week. I knew taking on Teruki week (not even planning the prompts but doing the art) would be a lot and I certainly did what I said NOT to do which is nearly hit burnout hard. But I think it was okay. I needed something like this. I did too much, I over did it, but I am so happy I went for this. I have a busy two weeks ahead of me and I am excited for it.

I won't be able to participate in any of the prompts for anything around Shigeo's birthday besides his actual birthday, so Teruki week was my chance to go all in.

But I am still, again, feeling so many emotions on the fact that I created prompts and so many participated. It is not something I expected. I am not that popular or well known so I kinda expected it to just be me probably and a few I know from the discord server I am part of. But I saw art from artists I have never seen before and that was SO COOL.

Happy Birthday is probably my favorite out of all of these. This drawing is just....so much what I wanted. I was feeling burnt out and tired and all I wanted to do was sit in the dark and watch the world go by. So I drew that. And I kinda adore it.

#mp100 #mob psycho 100 #teruki hanazawa #terumob #terukiweek2024

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kitteneddiediaz · 4 months

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Hi Baz 🩵

If inspiration strikes for Buddie:

hello/goodbye hugs that linger

Hi Tanis! Thank you for the prompt! <3

Buck arrives at the Diaz house at exactly 6:44 in the morning, already dreading the emptiness he's going to feel this afternoon.

Eddie and Chris are awake, suitcases parked by the front door, doing last minute double-checks of all the stuff they need to bring for a two week trip to Texas.

And Buck's happy - he really is - because this is the first time that he's ever seen Eddie seem... actually excited to go home. Things with his dad have been really good, and things with his mom are... getting there. But from what Eddie's told Buck, Ramon came to Eddie's defense once he felt comfortable enough to confront his mom about how she had hurt him. So there's that, plus, Eddie's always ridiculously excited for when he gets to see his sisters.

So yeah, Buck's happy Eddie's going on a family trip that he isn't dreading for once, but that doesn't mean Buck isn't dreading being on the other side of those state lines, roughly 800 miles and a whole timezone away from his best friend.

He's pulled from his thoughts by Eddie tossing a duffel bag at his feet from across the room, asking Buck if he can start loading up the Jeep so they can all head over the airport. With a triple check that the front door is locked, Buck pulls out of the driveway and begins the journey to the airport.

It's pretty quiet for most of the drive, with all three of them being too tired to really talk too much. Parking is, as it always is, a nightmare. And then before Buck knows it he's standing on the edge of the security line with Eddie and Chris, ready to send them off.

"You gonna be okay?" Eddie asks, probably sensing Buck's anxiety over being without his Diaz boys for a whole two weeks.

"Y-y-yeah. Yeah, I'll be alright. Gonna spend a lot of time with um, with Maddie. And Tommy."

"Okay," Eddie mouths, and then he's stepping forward to wrap Buck in his arms.

Buck sighs into it, relaxing into it, breathing Eddie in and holding on to him for as long as he can right now. It feels like Eddie is doing the same, burrowing into Buck's neck, hands tucked tight over Buck's ribs.

They're close enough when they part that Buck has to tilt his chin down to meet Eddie's eyes, it's not an angle he gets to be at often, but like always when Eddie's looking up at him from his long thick lashes, Buck's heart swirls around in his chest, love and attraction ricocheting around his sternum and up into his throat.

Eddie squeezes his sides one more time, and then he's stepping back to pick up his and Christopher's bags.

"Say bye to Buck, bud."

Buck leans down into the small hug Chris gives him, and Eddie's still looking at him fondly when he comes back up.

"I'll see you in two weeks?" Eddie asks.

"Two weeks."

"Alright, try not to have too much fun without us."

It draws a laugh out of Buck, definitely sure he's going to actually be sulking for two weeks. But still, he can't have Eddie knowing that.

"No promises," there's a pause as they look at each other, both oozing affection Buck is surprised the gross airport carpet isn't getting more stained. "Please text me, when you land. And call me if you need, my ringer will be on. And let me know when you're leaving El Paso next Thursday so I can come pick you back up."

"Sounds good, Buck. I'll see you later."

"See you..." Buck says. He stays standing there for 30 minutes though like an overprotective parent, watching Eddie and Chris weave their way through the line to the TSA screening. It isn't until they both round the corner into the actual terminal that Buck turns around to head back to his car, feet already dragging on the carpet.

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Two weeks later, on that same carpet square he's sure he dripped overly sappy love and affection last time he was here, Buck waits by the security exit for Chris and Eddie to walk out.

Eddie had texted him that they were taking off two hours and 15 minutes ago, and even though Buck knew traffic wasn't going to be bad enough to make him leave his apartment as early as he did, he couldn't help himself. Rushing out the door, giddy with excitement at seeing his best friend and his best friend's kid again. He sat in his car for about an hour before he got out to walk over to where Eddie and Chris would be coming out. It's now been thirty minutes since he got to where he is now, bouncing back on his heels and then on his toes, excitement spikes every time he sees someone walk around the corner to the waiting crowd.

It's only another three minutes before he spots them though, Buck running forward to wrap Chris and Eddie in his arms, warmth finally bleeding into his system again now that he's gotten to lay his hands on them.

Christopher pulls away after a minute, no doubt grouchy and tired and sore from a long flight, but Buck doesn't mind. Content to wrap Eddie up in his arms and breathe in his scent again.

Eddie pulls back first again this time, but he pauses before he's completely out of Buck's space to bump their noses together softly.

"I missed you." He says.

"I missed you, too." Buck replies, pressing his face forward to nuzzle Eddie right back.

They've never done this before, and as sure as Buck is that it may mean something important that he's excited to crack open with Eddie in a few hours, days, weeks, he really just wants to get his boys home and unpacked and comfortable right now.

The rest can wait.

#eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie #my writing #911 #thanks for the prompt Tanis #I told you I'd be writing more now that work isn't busy lol #I hope you enjoyed!

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newlesbianprideflag · 1 year

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One day.

in my call for prompts, @booksandpaperss requested secret relationship byler shenanigans and... this ended up going a slightly more sappy/melancholic route than maybe intended but I hope you still enjoy!! (cross posted on ao3)

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Goodbyes from the Wheeler basement take a while to kick in.

Someone always has a story to finish, which launches into another one, and from there a debate, and then a joke, and another, and then someone suggests another movie to watch and then Max will threaten to drive herself home, despite the blindness, and then Lucas and El cajole and then once she's been talked into sitting, someone else will have a story—

It takes about half an hour, this time.

Not terrible.

El is the last to go, Jonathan a bit late picking her up. Will gives her a kiss on the cheek and promises to be home in time for lunch tomorrow (she's been trying out new recipes every Wednesday, with varying degrees of success). She threatens to hold him to that promise, and she waves bye to Mike, and she goes, and the door closes behind her.

And then they're alone.

"Hi," Mike says, smile poorly hidden. He's about five feet away, which Will instantly decides is five too many.

He steps towards him. "Hi."

Mike sighs out a laugh, and puts his fingers through Will's belt loops, and pulls him closer. And repeats, made somewhat stupid by his adoration, "Hi."

"You did that one already," Will reminds. And then he's kissing Mike, and that's probably the best sort of 'hello'.

By the time they break for air, Mike's hands are cradling Will's face, foreheads resting against each others', every breath shared. Mike laughs, and buries his face in Will's neck, and Will hugs him tight.

Will draws his hand up and down Mike's back, liking the feeling of his shivers, the way Mike will melt into his arms like this. "Hey," he says, gently tugging on one of the curls fallen long and beautiful over Mike's shoulder.

Mike turns his face to look at Will. "Hey."

"What's up?" Will asks, idiotically. He feels so new at this, and he is. New at having Mike Wheeler. New at being able to kiss him. New at looking at him and not forcing himself to look away. He doesn't know the rules, yet.

"Nothing." Mike snorts, and pulls away to look Will in the face. "Just looking at the most gorgeous guy in Indiana."

Will scoffs and shoves Mike's face away with one hand. "Terrible."

"It's true!" Mike pushes Will's hand away and leans in to press a kiss to his jaw. "I was just — fucking staring at you. All night. It was torture. I wanted to hold your hand so bad."

Will flushes, a little breathless the way he always is when Mike says things like that (still so new), and musters up the courage to tease back, "That's all you thought about?"

Mike grins. "I mean, no." He presses a kiss to Will's neck. "This too." His jaw. "And this." His cheek. "And this." And he kisses Will again, full on the mouth.

"I wish you could've," Will says, low in the space between them. It is a bit wistful, the tone, and Mike senses it. His hold tightens. "I did too — just, looking at you. With everyone around, wishing I could hold you, right there. Like Max and Lucas do."

"I know." Mike's cheek is pressed to his, their faces in parallel such that they can't look at each other. It's easier to not. When thinking about things like this. "One day, right?" The upturn is so clearly a question, that Will can't imagine denying.

He nods, knowing Mike can feel it. "One day."

"It's gonna be easy, one day," Mike says, a promise to himself as much as Will. Will can tell. "One day, we're going to tell them, and everyone will be cool, and we'll kiss at parties and call each other sappy shit in public and let everyone hear about the future we're planning--"

Will shuts his eyes and turns his face so it is tucked in Mike's hair. "Yeah," he says, voice only breaking slightly. "They're going to tease us so much," he says, and if the few tears that come out with it get caught in Mike's curls, he knows the other boy won't say.

"God, yeah." His face turned to Will's means every word is nearly a kiss to the cheek. "We're never gonna hear the end of it." He laughs. Or sobs, maybe. Will isn't looking him in the face. "And we'll both be here. Together. Till then. Yeah?"

And it still hits Will, whenever he hears the anxiety in Mike's tone, that this wasn't easy on him either. He had the worrying, the fear, the desperate hoping and belief it was one-sided that Will had. He needs the reminder, just as Will does. So Will does. "Of course I'll be here." He tightens his hold on Mike's torso, just a bit. "Kind of forever."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Mike pulls back, just enough to look Will in the face. "Kind of forever. For me, too."

Will nods, tight and tearful. "That's good."

"It's stupid," Mike says. "But, one day—"

"One day," Will echoes.

"If you wanted," Mike continues. "I've thought about..."

"Yeah?"

"About, right here," Mike says, letting go of Will's hand just long enough to tap on his left ring finger. Will tilts his head, curious. "It's stupid."

Will shakes his head. "No, what is it?"

Mike bites his lip. "I've thought — I know gold's boring, the standard, but I think it's the right color for you. And I probably won't be able to afford diamonds, but, I don't know." He is still looking down at Will's hand, at that one ringless finger. "I kind of hope you'd say yes, anyway."

And Will — Will loves him like vice, both meaning sin and tight bond, so he doesn't air out all the pessimisms that sit in his gut. Instead, he turns his hand over so Mike's wrist is rested daintily in his palm. "I saw this ring once, it was a band made out of Lapis. The blue would look good with your cool tones." He rolls Mike's ring finger between two of his. "If you wanted."

When he meets Mike's eyes, he is beaming. "You're the artist," is all he says, but there is something in it that makes Will think he really means it. In all the vast imagination of Michael Wheeler, there really is a place where Will and Mike are exchanging vows and rings and maybe even signing what they have into law.

And it is early. Maybe it is even stupid, foolish, something Will might look back on with embarrassment one day, making such bold claims so fast.

Maybe, one day, it will go exactly as they hope.

"I am," Will confirms, and kisses Mike, once more. "I love you."

"I love you," Mike returns.

And today, all of this is true.

#byler #byler fanfic #i never write established relationship. ever #like in my collective time writing fanfic ive written like 400-500k words of fanfic and maybe like. 10k. if that.#have been established relationship #so hope this tracks??

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lilydoesdrawsometimes · 11 months

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I made it. The last day of Inktober! (Technically Paratober, and more accurately Thierratober) I literally have NEVER done this as long as I've known about and been (attempting) to participate in Inktober, and that's about six years now. A thanks to the users who made the three prompt lists I drew from: @/ a-game-of-beginnings with The Stanley Drawable and @/ themochimadeoftaro with the Canon and Non Canon Paratober Prompts

One fully rendered piece a day, for thirty one days. And I did it. What I'm going to write next is a bit sappy - so feel free to scroll past if you're not interested <3

I genuinely don't think I could have done it (or have essentially done 31+ drawings in two weeks since I missed an entire week at the start, and had a vacation at the end) without the support from @vellichorom (of whom this entire thing is dedicated to) and my other friends (including a friend who isn't actually in the TSP community, but I love her none the less [I'm looking at YOU Bloo, I know you see all of these]) I really appreciate the support that all of my friends and members of the community have given me. I don't think my art could have grown as much as it has if not for that, nor would I have the inspiration to keep making art like I do now. I have been close to giving up this month a few times due to a variety of things, but continued on specifically because of the kindness that was shown to me. Anyways, enough with all the rambling: I loved drawing Thierry this whole month - the goober is my comfort character so it made it far easier than just doing generic prompts. Thank you Velli, and thank you everyone else for being so kind to me <3 I hope you enjoyed that VERY self indulgent image for the last day :)

#tsp #the stanley parable #stanley parable ultra deluxe #narrator tsp #tsp narrator #tsp fanart #art #fanart #tspud #LilyDoesDrawArt #probably the most art i've ever drawn #31+ drawings in the span of two weeks (even though it was SUPPOSED to be a month)#I love thiewwy

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thewritingginger · 2 years

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I have one other prompt that I missed during Kinktober and i hope to get that up in the near further

P.S. I in no way condone infidelity / cheating irl

But in writing i can let it slide oop

This is also related to [THIS] post :)

Fandom: Attack on Titan Pairning: Bodyguard Eren x Fem! Reader Word count: 4.1k+ words Warnings: 18+, Infidelity, Soft beginning, Sneaking around, Slight mention/insinuation of DubCon relationship w/ husband, Cunnilingus, Vaginal fingering, Soft Dom, Unprotected sex, Overstimulation, Quiet sex, Mouth covering, Dirty talk, Cream pie, Kinda sappy end :)

Enjoy ~

You look over your shoulder to the back of your sleeping husband, observing the gentle rise and fall of his shoulder and soft snores, ensuring that he is finally asleep. Rolling off the mattress you grab your plush robe and slip out the door and head down the stairs.

Even though this is your home and you can walk around it anytime you want you can’t shake the hyper awareness of every creak of the wood panels beneath your bare feet in the late hour of the night —though that could be because you aren’t leaving bed to simply get a glass of water.

The large house is completely silent, minus the ticking of the large standing clock in the dining room and your footsteps heading towards a spare room on the main floor –the door is shut, as always. You peer over your shoulders and up the stairs one last time before you enter the spare bedroom. The only audible evidence of your intrusion comes from the sublet shift of your robe and the click of the lock.

The dark room is on the smaller side, originally built to be an additional office. The only light comes from the small slits in the blinds that shield the window facing the front of the house. In the center of the far wall is a bed with a figure taking up the majority of it. Walking over to the side closest to the window you see the bare back of Eren sleeping on his stomach. Even in the dim lighting you can see the toned ridges of his muscles and the soft rise and fall of his breath.

Gently pulling aside the duvet you slide into the covers.

“Eren.” You say, voice soft and low. Resting your hand on his shoulder, skin hot under your palm, you stir the resting guard awake. He jumps slightly, ready to defend against any intruders but is quick to relax when he hears you say his name once more.

“Y/n, it’s late. Is something wrong?” He sits up ready to move when you say the word but you shake your head with a soothing smile.

“No, I know it’s late. You know I- I’m sorry I shouldn’t have woken you up.”

You turn to step off the bed but Eren’s hand grasps your wrist, his touch is gentle —a paradox to his strong appearance.

“It’s fine. I’ve already told you, no matter the time or place, you can always call on me.” Tipping your chin up he catches your eyes in the low light. “What’s wrong?” His sleep heavy voice is rough, making your stomach flutter. Licking your lips, slightly embarrassed of your reasoning for interrupting his much needed sleep you brush a strand of hair behind your ear.

“It’s just… I’m feeling a bit lonely. It’s stupid-.” He cuts you off, pulling your face back up when you try to turn away.

“Your feelings are never stupid, not to me. Come here.”

Eren pulls you into his bare chest, his strong arms wrapped around you. The two of you lay there for a while, content in sharing each other's company. The remaining notes of his shampoo from his shower earlier that night fills your senses, it's warm and earthy. Your hand on his side unconsciously begins to draw random patterns, his muscles flexing slightly under the light touch. Brushing your hair back and massaging your scalp with his digits he places a soft kiss against your temple.

Since your abnormal courtship with Eren began he’s been the companion you’ve always wanted and desperately needed when you got married. He’s caring and gentle while remaining all man. You never feel unsafe when you’re around him, with him you’re always guarded, something you admittedly wished you had with your husband.

But you have Eren.

Sweet, attentive, sexy Eren.

Tilting your head up you place a few kisses on his jaw. Looking down to meet your eyes, his hand tucked behind your head, Eren connects your lips with his sending you into a deep kiss. Your fingers tangle in his loose hair. Your tongues dance together in harmony, no fight for dominance for you relinquish full control to him.

Flipping the both of you till you’re straddling his hips, while your lips are still connected Eren sits the two of you up.

“May I?” He asks. Pulling away from your lips for just a moment as his fingers play with the neck of your robe, waiting for permission. You give him a hum of approval as you greedily take his face in your hands and resume your kiss. His skillful fingers are quick to undo the tie around your waist. Savoring each anticipated moment, Eren is slow in his efforts of peeling the unwanted garment from your body. Sliding his hands under the neck of it, sensuously running his palms down your bare shoulders till your robe is pooled around your hips.

Tossing it to a forgotten corner, Eren pulls back to take in your appearance. In the low light he can still make out the lace trim of your thin silk nightgown, your hardened nipples poking out towards him. Looking down between you one of his hands moves up your waist to palm at your breast. A pleased sigh falls from your lips capturing his attention.

“Do you want me, Y/n?” He asks breathlessly, as if he is restraining himself from taking you right then. Your perfect body cradled in his arms, he thinks he doesn’t have enough hands to properly worship your body as it is.

“Do you think I’d be here if I didn’t?” Your rhetorical question draws up the corner of his full lips and without another word his kisses you once more.

Leaving his answer unspoken, he leads with action. Switching places with you, he lays you out underneath him. Sitting on his knees between your legs he racks his hands down your sides and up your thighs to your knees. Your skin prickles at his touch. Your heartbeat increases as his hands daringly begin to slowly push up the hem of your nightdress, his eyes never leaving yours. Finally breaking eye contact he looks between your legs to pleasantly find you’re wearing no panties. He lets out a pleased hum at the sight of your bare heat.

“Were you anticipating this moment or did he have you tonight?” He asks between kisses to your inner knee. His embarrassing question makes your cheeks feel hot with embarrassment.

“I don’t want to say it. Or think about him right now.” You say, averting his gaze to which he stops his peppering of kisses to focus on the side of your face. Leaning over you he cups your cheek to look at him but you keep your eyes down.

“You don’t have to feel shame, not with me.” You look up through your lashes to meet his gaze as he continues. “When you’re with me, he doesn’t exist. It’s just you and me.” His lips begin to make a trail between words from your cheek and down your neck and chest till he reaches your hips. His arms wrap around your thighs, pulling your core closer to his face.

“I will wipe away all that is left of him till there is only me.”

“Eren-.” You let out his name with a small whine as his hot tongue drags a line up between your folds.

Your hand flies to cup your mouth to capture your moans. Eren’s dutiful tongue laps at your already weeping hole, coating his mouth with your essence. He moans against your sensitive bud at your taste –so sweet and forbidden. He is not supposed to have you which makes the risk all the more exhilarating. Having you say his name like a prayer all the more intoxicating.

His teasing wet muscle moves everywhere but where you need it most, his purposeful toying makes you squirm in his hold.

“Eren, please.” You whisper, your other hand gripping his hair. You never needed to tell Eren twice when you needed him, he lives to serve you and all your desires. With one last broad draw of his tongue between your folds Eren latches on to your clitoris. Suckleing on the bud sends electricity up your spine. Your breath is heavy, chest tight with trying to hold in your pleasure.

“More Eren -ah- please, Baby.” Your whines are music to his ears. Looking up through his lashes he sees your chest heaving, face cutely scrunched up with your hand trying to conceal your beautiful moans. But he doesn’t want you to hide your voice, not from him. He knows that if you were to let go and allow yourself to get lost in your pleasure it would be sure to alert someone of your adulterated coupling, but he doesn’t care. What he cares about is your dripping cunt on his mouth and the need to fill you with his cock.

Releasing your buzzing clit, ignoring your whimpered protest, he unravels one of his hands around your thighs to move between them. His thick fingers slide through your soggy folds.

“So impatient. Don’t you worry, sweetheart, I’m going to give you all you need and more.” He says, shushing your quiet mewls with a kiss to your inner thigh. “I always do.” With a few teasing swipes over your weeping hole, his fingertips are soiled in your thick slick –ready for him to push two digits in. Your pussy clamps around him, eager for his intrusion.

“Fuck, Baby. Squeezing my fingers so tightly.” A heated titer accompanies his words. You make Eren brainless like no one has before. Just the mere sight of your nipples through your t-shirts when you’re watching tv or the curve of your ass when you bend over to tie your shoes is enough to make him lose his mind. On more than one occasion the gentle caress of your hands was enough to make him nearly bust in his pants like a teenage boy. To say Eren was down bad for you would be an understatement.

Pumping his fingers into your needy core, curling them against your gummy walls you prop yourself up on one arm to watch Eren’s fingers move against you.

“That feel good, Baby? Your fucking dripping all over my hand. Are my fingers enough for you to cum?” Your heavy lidded eyes stay focused on him as his taunting words wash over you. Letting out a weak ‘uhuh ’, your jaw slaked open with silent breathy moans passing through.

“Then cum for me, Y/n. I want you to make a mess of my fingers. Of my bed. I want to be able to smell your sweet cunt on my sheets when you leave.” His movements quicken, the squelching of his fingers movements and your restrained moans are all that can be heard in the dark room.

His other hand moves to sit on your mound, his thumb circles your clitoris –the added stimulation was enough to send you right over the edge. Cupping your mouth you almost didn’t catch the scream that came from your throat. Your hips unconsciously move with his hands as he rides you through your first orgasm of the night.

As your high subsides you recline back onto the mattress but Eren’s fingers inside you don’t stop. Your belly begins to twist in that sickeningly pleasure-pain filled way.

“Eren stop -ah- I can’t.” You try to push his hand away

Pushing your fretting hands away Eren moves to sit over you, a forearm resting by your head.

“Yes you can, Baby. You look so pretty when you cum on my fingers. Just one more.” He whispers his encouraging words in your ear, lips kissing along your neck and shoulder. “That’s it. I can feel you’re so close.”

“Yes.” Your head rears back, eyes squeezed shut, trying to grasp onto your next high. Wrapping your arms around Eren’s shoulders you dip your nails into his skin. Toes curling and back arching you can feel it creeping up on you but it feels too soon and is just out of reach.

“Eren, please. I-.” You’re cut off by a pair of lips. Eren drinks in your moans for a few moments till he pulls out his fingers and looks at you as he furiously rubs his soaked fingers back and forth over your clit. The hand next to your head moves to cup over your open mouth. You wrap a hand around his wrist as the other is pulling at his hair.

“So good. So pretty.” He coos as your body convulses from your second forced orgasm.

His hand slows as your twitching body relaxes into the mattress once again. Any subtle graze of his hand makes your hips jerk. Trying to catch your breath Eren strokes your sides and kisses your shoulder till you’re breathing is more level.

“You okay?” He asks, looking over your already tired expression.

“Yeah.” You huff out with a giddy laugh making him smile in return.

“Good cause we’re only just starting.

“What?” Your fatigued brain can’t comprehend their being more after that. “We are?”

“Baby, I’m only just getting started.” A devilish smirk takes over his lips as a response to your lust filled doe eyes.

Grabbing the bunched up nightgown around your waist Eren pulls it up your body and you lift your arms to help him fully remove it. Now completely bare Eren’s hands waste no time touching every inch of you. Groping your sides and cupping your breasts in his hands he kneads them till you’re a panting mess, tweaking your peaked nipples every so often.

“Fucking gorgeous.” Is all he says then leans overs to take one of your nipples between his lips, pinching and teasing the other in his hand. You arch into his touch, holding his face in one hand as the other encourages his hand to continue massaging your breast.

“Eren, I need you.” You say, your voice choking back soft mewls.

“Tell me, Y/n. Tell me what you need.” He says, detaching from your nipple with a lude pop. His hands continue to roam up and down your hot body, making it increasingly harder to say what you want.

“I- I need you inside me, Eren. Ah- please.” You beg, which you and Eren know you don’t have to, he wouldn’t dove into you with as much as a look from you but hearing your neediness for him fuels the fire in his belly. Sitting back on his haunches Eren slides off the bed and opens his nightstand drawer but you stop him.

“No.” He looks at you, the look in his eyes questioning. “I want to feel you.”

“Y/n-.” You cut him off.

“It’s okay if you don’t-” It was his turn to cut you off.

Draping his body over yours, his arms caging you in. The carnivorous gleam in his emerald eyes makes you shiver.

“Don’t finish that sentence.” His voice is low and daring. Kissing a small trail down your neck and along your clavicle causes a small tremor to shoot straight through your pussy.

“Tell me what you need, Beautiful.” You love it when he calls you that because you know he means it. Pulling his face from your neck to move him till you are nose to nose.

“I need you to fuck me, Eren. Make me feel good.” Your voice is but a whisper -one that couldn’t be heard even if someone were to press their ear to the door- but the words rang clear as day in your guard’s ears.

You don’t have to tell him twice. He lives to serve your desires. If he could, he’d never leave your side. Every night he wishes it was his bed you retired to, not his boss –who takes you for granted and takes from you, body and soul, each day without as much as a thought of what you want. If he had you he’d treat you like the queen you are. Every chased kiss and lingering glance is one step closer to him seriously taking on his impulse to sweep you away one night and never return. He would worship your body each night he had you and he does.

Capturing your lip with his, forgoing fully stripping himself of his sweatpants Eren pulls down his pants enough to release his manhood. He softly groans into your mouth as he gives himself a few strokes. Reaching between you, you pull back from your heated kiss and grab his erection from his hand. You stare into his heated emerald gaze as you begin to tease your own entrance with the blunt curve of his hot cock. You gasp as the crest of his tip slips past the tight ring of your weeping hole before pulling back out.

“Y/n-.” You can hear the strain in his voice, it's low and rumbles straight to your core. You know he’s waiting for your permission, waiting till you line him up and give him the greenlight to fully sheath himself in you but you know that patience is running thin.

Wrapping your legs around his waist you urge him to push into you. You both produce a synchronized harmony of hot breath and pleased sighs when he finally bottoms out.

He only sits there for a moment before his hips begin to move on their own. His bare cock rubs against all the deepest parts of your convulsing walls. Your body is already so sensitive from your two previous releases but you’re greedy for more. More of his lips. More of his caresses. More of the lewd sounds of your fluids mixing and skin slapping.

You love all of it.

Eren moves over you masterfully. His pumps are hard and paced as his hands touch every trigger point on your body. Sucking on your neck, neither of you caring of the marks that will be in full bloom tomorrow, and making a trail down to your chest. He cups one of your breasts, taking your nipple between his lips and then his teeth. The sharp pain fuels the lust stirring in your belly, edging you closer to your next release in sight. Kissing and soothing your nibbled breasts with his tongue he sits back and continues to play.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/n. Your nipples look so pretty, all swollen and hard. You like it when I play with them?”

“Yes.” The single breathless word is all you’re able to say through the fog in your mind.

The feeling of his thick pulsing cock hammering into your quivering walls, your belly tightening with pleasure and head spinning, you can’t think straight. All you can do is babble incoherent agreements and try to muffle your cries of pleasure with your palm as he continues speaking low and graveled in your ear.

“Your pussy is squeezing me so tightly. I want to feel you cum on my cock. Let me make you feel good.”

“Yes. Please.” Your head sinks back into the pillows beneath you, eyes screwed shut and nails digging into anything they can grab. Your breath is held in your throat and you’re becoming light headed as you’re being catapulted into your next orgasm. “I’m-.” You’re cut off by Eren’s hand covering your mouth.

“I know, Baby.” He pulls your chin down to your chest so your hooded eye can look through your lashes at him. “Cum for me. Let it out. Scream into my hand, let anyone who passes by and is blessed to hear your moans know who makes you feel good.” He moves his hand that was holding your hip to between your bodies where he can scratch at your clit and within seconds you were erupting.

Your muffled screams trapped behind Eren’s hand, head back in the pillows and body bowing against his chest. Eren’s hips and fingers don’t stop and neither do his praises.

“There you go. So fucking pretty. God damn it, you feel amazing. Fuck. I’m gonna cum.” Through the buzzing in your head you hear Eren’s words. Opening your eyes as your high is settling down, but not dissipating due to his continued toying.

Your eyes are pleading. And neither he or you can decipher if it is for him to stop or to keep going. Pulling his hand from your mouth he wraps it around the back of your neck, pulling you till your foreheads are pressed together.

“Eren, p-please.” You stutter and gasp through intense waves of euphoria. His digits on your throbbing clitoris are almost painful but you don’t dare stop him.

“I know, Baby. Shit- I’m so close. Almost there, Beautiful. Just a little -ah.”

You can tell how close Eren is not only from his words and choked breath but also by the way his hips are stuttering and losing their rhythm, now just trying to get to the finish line as fast as they can.

“Eren I- I need you.” You choke out between hushed moans.

“You have me, Y/n. I’m yours. All yours. Everything is yours.” He confesses and you can feel another overpowered peek coming. If he keeps playing with your the nub between your legs and fucking your gushing walls you might completely lose yourself and seize to exist.

As the seconds pass Eren announces he’s about to come and you can feel him pulling back, his hands gripping your waist, but you’re quick to wrap your shaking legs around him.

“No. Inside. I want you to cum inside me.” Eren looks at you and without needing to ask you nod your head and he does as you wish. A few hard pumps later you feel Eren spill inside you. His hips slowly milking the content of his balls, sitting up he quickly rubs your exhausted clit.

“Come on, Baby. Give me one more. I want to feel you squeezing me as I fill you up.” And so you do. With tears brimming over in over-exhaustion and use, you cry into the pillow you pulled over your face and feel your shaking legs and convulsing muscles go numb from the wave of ecstasy flowing through you.

The hand between you slows to a stop and Eren’s body blankets yours. His arms are either side of your head, tossing the pillow covering your mouth aside as you both try to catch your collective breaths. His face finds its resting spot in your neck, his hot breath ghosts over your chest. Racking your fingers through his hair you feel the slick of sweat accumulated on his hairline.

The two of you rest connected in silence for a small eternity. It is blissful and right —the complete opposite of what your forbidden courtship should be. Every time you two steal away with each other, whether for a chase kiss in dark corners or lingering glances from across rooms, you’re playing a dangerous game. One that could make you both lose everything but that doesn’t matter now. Not in this moment of shared afterglow.

He lifts his head to look down into your tired eyes, reflecting the affection that lies in yours before looking over to the clock on his night stand that reads 3:37 AM.

“You should go before you’re seen missing.” He says, his voice low and rich. You can tell by the way he strokes your cheek and brushes the hair from your forehead that he doesn’t want you to, just that you have to.

Cupping the back of his neck, your naked chests breathing against each other you look into his emerald pools longingly because you never know when the next time you two can meet like this will be.

“I know.” You say. “Just a little longer though, let me be selfish one last time tonight.” He smiles.

“If you’re selfish, then so am I.” You smile back before your lips connect in a sweet kiss, one that is much slower than before. The two of you are no longer starved for one another. Now you’re both merely savoring the taste of each other’s mouths and memorizing the imprint of your lips.

Turning over, Eren plays with your hair as you listen to the soft serenade of his heartbeat. For a moment you could almost believe that this is your life, that this is your bed and your man.

But it's not.

Instead of allowing yourself the luxury of falling asleep against the chest of your loyal guard you soak up all the remaining time you have left with him before you have to go back to your reality.

This was kinda shitty imo but not too bad I guess

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sroloc--elbisivni · 9 months

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bunnyguard reflection

in the spirit of 'fuckit it's my own blog i can be sappy if i want to' as well as 'this took a year and 78k and i get to keep talking about it for at least one more day' now and here is the time and place for personal yap that did not go in the last author's note.

preliminarily speaking, i had this concept in mind before I'd finished either the usagi yojimbo comics OR watching Rise. i spent so much of both of those series fishing out little moments and choices by leo and usagi that made me go 'oh my god i NEED these guys to meet, i need to watch them bounce off each other.' I kept collecting snips of ideas, and dialogue, and encounters that never quite all panned out or fit together because this was just so much fun for me to play in. I had a lot of wanting to turn this into a real story but no concrete frame to build it on, and then in january i saw the year of the otp prompts go by. and went 'oh haha that looks fun.' it was even the year of the rabbit. and then i went 'oh!! what if i did VIGNETTES for these!!' and then less than three days later the Battle Nexus as political element of the Hidden City, complete with connections to the very different other iteration of it that we'd seen, fell into place and suddenly this silly little whim was an actual big project staring me down with an ambitious goal in mind, and I had no idea if I could pull it off.

structuring it as a month by month thing was something i'd never done before. it forced me to wait to find out what would happen, to keep building to something that didn't exist yet, to lay down the track while I was driving the train. and at the same time, it gave me space to grow, to practice putting together a beginning, middle, and end every month. and it gave me something to look forward to, and the excitement of dropping in threads that wouldn't pay off for months, and watching as it went to see what the audience reaction would be. were people getting out of it the things i wanted to give them? was i hitting the notes i wanted? i had the sketch of the year, but i was still learning what was going to happen until the moment the last word hit the page. plot and character choices, but also big thematic stuff! i described November's fic as 'the ten of swords' to Space and then went 'wait a fucking second' and realized that I could draw a connection, in order, between each fic and a numerical card of tarot's suit of swords. (mostly one-to-one --october straddles 9-10, and December loops us back around to the Ace of swords, for new beginnings.) i couldn't have done that on purpose. if i'd had that thought in january i would have gone 'no that's too pretentious and too hard' and avoided it.

also!! this has been a year of my life!! over the course of this series, i've had four different living situations (that lasted longer than a week), two different jobs, and gone back to school. i had to change meds, which was an anxious ordeal in 'am i even going to be able to focus on anything now?' the cat that was purring on my lap while i worked on the first few months has now passed away. this fic kept me company on the flight for my move to a different continent. it kept me sane in the middle of a very stressful summer. it's helped me meet and get closer to some really cool people. i can FEEL how it's made me a stronger writer.

and on top of all that: i am deeply, genuinely, truly proud of this series. i'm glad i wrote it. i'm amazed at how it's turned out. i can see things i would change if i did it over, but i'm glad i won't be. i'm glad this is the way it exists. and i am utterly blown away that there are people who told me they were looking forward to it every month, that they've been following it since the beginning, that they like what i've done with this place. this is the longest-term project i've ever done. it's the most words i've ever put into a single narrative. i can't believe it's never going on my wip rotation again. whadda hell.

i have no idea if i'll ever do anything like this again. i hope it won't be anytime soon--there are other things i want to do in the meantime. but god, am i glad i did it.

#sroloc babbles #fic talk #bunnyguard

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sweetlikesunflowersandhoney · 3 months

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8 for any ship you want that has jan in it (in honor of jan’s birthday :D) please <3

The way it didn't cross my mind that if I reblogged a prompt list I would receive prompts... I may be stupid slkjkls

Happy Jan day! This is set in the Jankie parenthood au, after Jaida goes to Paris after Nicky.

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Jackie still remembers a time in which her house was a calm and quiet space, where she could read for hours without interruption. These days, however...

“Mail’s here! The mail is here!” comes Jan’s excited yelling, followed by the front door being slammed shut.

Jackie hastens to mark the last page of her book and leaves it on the table just a second before Jan jumps on the couch and crashes heavily into her side.

“Oof,” Jackie complains, though she still opens her arms so Jan can settle between them. It’s automatic at this point. “How bad is the water bill?””

“Bad, probably. Kids! The mail is here!”

Two sets of steps rush down the hallway, and soon enough Gigi and Crystal are jumping around them, chanting mail! Mail! Mail! Mail!

A much more languid set of steps joins them from the kitchen. Lemon leans over the back of the couch and rests her chin on Jackie’s shoulder to watch her sister toss envelope after envelope on the coffee table. Jackie does not miss the days where Lemon still acted like an angry shelter cat around her, not at all, but between how Jan uses her as a chair, how Priyanka can’t talk to her without grabbing her arm, the general cuddly-ness of the sisters and the way this has all rubbed off on Gigi, Jackie has started to forget what personal space feels like.

And yet, she still has room to miss Jaida’s hugs, and Nicky’s cheek kisses. Jackie is sure that that’s why Lemon is so touchy with her lately, and why she spends so much time at their place. The apartment must be lonely without Jaida.

“Got it!” Jan finally says, holding up a postcard triumphantly.

The postcard has a pretty drawing of the Bois de Boulogne, full of people in vintage clothing and pink flowers. Jan flips it over and finds her sister’s slanted handwriting in red:

Vous nous manquez tous beaucoup!

“Did Jaida write that? Her French is getting better.”

“I would hope so, she’s been there for two weeks,” Jan says, with only the smallest hint of sadness in her voice. Jackie still kisses her head. “She’s been touristing around during Nicky’s work hours and getting lost all over Paris. But now she knows how to say please, thank you, ‘how much’ and ‘where train?’”

“What does that say?” Crystal asks, climbing Jan’s lap to see better.

“It says ‘We miss you all so much’.”

“Aunt Jaida sent it?” Gigi asks from under her mom’s other arm.

“Yes, and Nicky too, probably.”

“They miss us?”

“Yes, baby.”

“They should come back, then.”

Jackie sighs. Gigi has always been a pragmatic kid.

“Well, aunt Nicky’s job is in Paris. That’s why she moved there, remember?”

“But she has a job here.”

“Right, but her job in Paris is better.”

Gigi frowns, takes this information in.

“But we are here.”

Jan rubs Gigi’s back and gives them a sad smile, but lets Jackie handle that one.

“That’s true. And I think that, right now, aunt Nicky is having to think really hard about that. Because we’re very important to her, but the new job is also very important to her.”

They watch Gigi and Crystal process the new concept of wanting mutually exclusive things, which is hard to accept even as an adult. Crystal gets there first, and concludes with a simple smile:

“I wish they would come back.”

“Me too, honey,” Jan tells her as she hugs her closer.

“Gimme that,” Lemon says, sick of the sappiness. She grabs the postcard from Jan’s hand and goes to find a place for it on the fridge.

The kids go back to play after that, and Jan decides to lay her head on Jackie’s lap while she texts Jaida about the postcard. Lemon curls up on the other corner of the couch to scroll her phone, and Jackie is free to go back to her book.

Mostly free. Jan butts Jackie’s hand with her head until she gets her hair played with, and after a while, Lemon leans into them so much that Jackie loses mobility of that arm.

She wouldn’t have it any other way.

#thank you for sending the prompt babyyyy <3<3<3<3 #jankie parenthood au #not sure about this ending but my cousin said dinner is ready in 5' so!#my fics #d #jankie #m #thecollectionsof

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xiaoluclair · 2 years

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Prompt 12 I think it’s something Charles would do with max

the question, dearest anonsie, is whether this should be a continuation of the last prompt i posted where max was a lizard-

however i am a right sucker for softness. i can see it the other way round so vividly - max, obsessed with flags and geography and finding focal points in the world making charles into his very own map of freckles and veins. but charles?? with max??? ugh he would do it, or course he would. just to annoy max a little by being a sappy fuck (max loves it, actually).

you can just imagine it. and perhaps if max looks for traces of the earth then charles searches for constellations of the sky - two sides of the same coin, equal and opposite, isaac newton the greatest poet.

prompt: mapping out your lover's features while they sleep in your arm, smoothing your thumbs down their cheeks, throat, collarbones, chin and nose.

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Max loves geography. He loves location trivia games with their stressful hourglass timers and finding abstract flags in sandwich fillings and bullying Charles with sporadic, "What country is this?"s with a map in his face.

He hates it.

He also hopes it never stops.

"You are, like, a trillion years old," says Max through a dopey smile slathered with sleep, "and you do not know where Paraguay is."

Charles narrows his eyes. "I will eat your soul."

"Kinky."

Charles, on the other hand. Well, Charles is not all about the Republic of Congo or Yellowstone National Park Volcano or the Grand Canyon of Yarlung. The earth has always been his imprisonment more than anything else.

Rather, he likes what lies beyond.

And he loves to see it in Max. It is easy, in fact, to do so.

"Shut up," he says, too fond for his kind. "Go to sleep."

"Never," says Max as he falls asleep.

They are curled towards each other, two tiny apostrophes in a hotel bed, surrounded by city and more city and then an entire earth of punctuation. For something so old, Charles has no trouble feeling small.

He shuffles forwards very slightly and Max's head bumps into his, slips a little off the pillow. His breath lifts and falls softly in dreams.

For something so stitched in sin, Charles has no trouble feeling content.

His arms melt momentarily into shadows and Max is pliant between them when they cup around his body like palms to draw him close. Warm-skinned and soft-limbed and constellated under Charles's slowly solidifying thumbs. A nose stretching like Orion's Belt, the line of his jaw under Charles's nose curving as Aries.

To paint Max as a sky with his touch is something Charles almost cannot help, now. His shadows find solace in the hollows of Max's collarbones and his hands a home against the hot skin of Max's throat and the pads of his fingers over its adam's apple.

He is easy to make a map of and Charles rarely knows easy. He finds he does not mind it.

Max breathes out of time then. "Again?"

Charles watches his eyelids hood, sticky with sleep. "Again and again and again."

He gets a huff in reply. "Why do you even. Why?"

"You like geography, yes?" What little moonlight there is splashing across Max's face hides between his lashes as they flutter. Charles continues and his skin burns with the confession like a blush of Hell. "Well, you are my geography."

Max's breath suddenly turns shallow under his touch. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Charles is taken, then, and he is kissed. Hard. Max arches into him with ease and Charles's body contorts without thought to accommodate. He pulls away to murmur, "Tell me what you want."

"You," whispers Max within the sudden lull as Charles just lets himself be held.

He raises an eyebrow. "You want to put your Yellowstone in my Yarlung?"

Max groans. Charles presses his mouth to the Polaris that sits on his top lip and feels it twitch into a smile, a mirror of his own.

#f1 rpf #lestappen #xiao: asks #asks: prompt #xiao: writes #demon!charles #anon my beloved #exhibit 98787365 of my brainworms unraveling #bc im just quorky like that ig

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theoriginalladya · 2 years

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From the Soft OTP prompts: "cuddling into each other’s warmth under the covers when it’s cold and winter" for abboats, please!

Hehehe Somehow, I knew you'd ask for them! :)

On AO3 here

from this prompt list

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London, England, Winter 2186

For the first time in what feels like years – and maybe it has been, who can tell what day it is in this bloody war when each one feels just like the day before – it isn’t a hoarse, harsh whisper in his ear, waking him just before reaper troops arrive to scour their location. The shell of a building around him doesn’t shake, tremors induced by the giant forms of their alien overlords moving ever closer. There isn’t a fight between civilians, scrabbling over scraps of rotting food and contaminated water. And it isn’t the ice of winter’s breath hitting him full in the face and chilling him to the bone because not just the window, but the whole side of the building is shorn away.

No. Blinking his eyes open to darkness that surrounds him – someday, he will sleep the night through again – it’s to find warmth instead of a chill. Hope, such as it is, instead of despair.

Who knew the old, sappy songs had the right of it?

Movement against his hip paired with the softest, sleepiest, most adorable hum draws his attention. Through the dark, Coats meets the chocolate brown gaze and lazy smile directed at him. Despite the cold – the kind that seeps deep into the bones and refuses to relent all season long – she’s never once complained.

Returning the smile, he tugs the edge of his coat around Abby’s shoulders before taking her chin between thumb and forefinger, tipping it slightly upwards and brushing her lips with his. “Go back to sleep, darlin’.” He tucks a few strands of hair back around her ear. “Morning’ll come soon enough.” At least one of us can get some sleep.

Her smile tilts drastically to the right as she rests her head into the crook of his shoulder and curls into him. “’S’at so?”

Chuckling softly, he tweaks her nose. “Cheeky thing, aren’t you?”

Her eyes close, but her smile widens. It is, he thinks, the most beautiful sight he’s seen in this living hell.

“Took lessons,” she murmurs around a yawn, covering her mouth with the back of her hand. When it lowers, her eyes pop back open, exhaustion still present but sparkling with amusement as she stares up at him. “Learned from the best.”

“Hmm.” He reaches beneath the coat and pulls one of her hands to his chest, covering it with his to hold it in place as well as warm it up. “Does your mother have any idea how sassy you are?”

She snorts softly, but there’s a hint of an giggle mixed in. “We Williams women are not ‘sassy.’”

It’s an old protest, one he’s heard many times in the months since they met; he believes her now about as much as he did before. He tugs the coat more snugly around her before tipping his head to rest against her crown. “Sleep, Abbs. You’re exhausted.”

She yawns again, ducking her head to hide it from him.

As if she can.

“Only if you do,” she says as she sidles up as close to him as she can, ducking beneath his other arm to hook it around her shoulders. “We both need rest. And I…”

Her voice trails off and he allows the silence to hang for almost a minute before he prods, “You?”

She’s still hesitant and won’t look directly at him as she whispers, “Stand watch in my dreams?”

Biting back a groan of dismay, he guides her to sit across his lap, tucking her head beneath his chin before wrapping both arms around her. Still having dreams about Fulham, are we? God, what he wouldn’t do to get her away from all this. Too damn many close calls!

“’Course, I will, darlin’,” he promises, kissing the top of her head one last time as she settles against him, “but only if you’ll do the same for me.” After all, he still has nightmares about Fulham, too. Her lips part, warm breath fanning across the underside of his chin just before her lips touch. “I’ll meet you there…”

#ladya replies #ABBOATS #Abby Williams #Major (Ryan) Coats #OTP: The Ties That Bind Us #Mass Effect #Writing Prompt

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geraskierbrainrot · 2 years

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This is a collection of modern AUs where Geralt, Jaskier, or both do porn

Do No Harm by @grassylampshade | E | 3k

“Why are you here?” Geralt’s voice is unbelievably deep, a growl that resonates differently in person than it does through Jaskier’s tinny laptop speakers. Jaskier clears his throat and says, “I need your help.”

Jaskier wants to improve his stamina and Geralt is willing to lend him a hand.

Socially Acceptable Ways to Meet Your Soulmate by @elpiething | E | 4k

Jaskier's parents weren't precisely keen on their oldest Omega child going to Oxenfurt to learn art. So they told him to pay off his own student debt. Which means they can't technically get mad at him for going in for a camera test at Vengeance Studios. - An AU where Alphas can't knot without medical assistance. Or their soulmate.

(we should just kiss) like real people do by @thewalrus-said | E | 6k

Jaskier is a dime-a-dozen independent porn star with a party trick. The mononymous Geralt, owner and star of Rivia Studios, is one of the greats in the industry. So Jaskier is a little surprised when Geralt contacts his agent to set up a scene together. Surprised, but very, very willing. (A porn stars AU.)

your two tongue kisses by @krytella | E | 7k

It’s not like Jaskier would want to be in the scenes with Geralt. That’s all highly choreographed, completely stripped of romanticism. No, what Jaskier fantasizes about is ridiculously sappy by anyone’s standards: kissing him, wrapping their bodies around each other in shapes that don't angle to the camera, running fingers through his hair, touching him when he’s not hard, or not to keep him hard, just for pure pleasure. Or: Jaskier is a porn cameraman and Geralt is his favorite performer. Probably not the porn AU you were looking for.

I Can't Take My Eyes Off You by JustSimpleThings | E | 7k

Jaskier is a porn star who can't stop staring at the fit new camera man. The situation spells 'trouble'.

boogie nights by spqr | E | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | 8k

“This isn’t nothing.” His eyebrows draw together. “Jaskier. What happened?” Jaskier fists his hands in his own hair and contemplates pulling it out. “I got shot.” “Shot,” Geralt echoes, in a tone Jaskier’s never heard before. “Only a bit,” Jaskier hedges. “I took some vicodin, it’s perfectly fine. I can hardly feel it.”

Sweet by TheArtistFormerlyKnownAsG | E | 8k

Sugar and Spice Witcher Bingo Prompt: rough

They Were Roommates by Nowaki | E | 11k

Geralt finds Jaskier’s porn. A surprising amount of the videos are about him.

Geraskier OnlyFans AU series by @ghostlyfallows | 19k

→ The Tower of the Swallow | M | 2k

The man had a very handsome face. His face wasn’t exactly a problem - Jaskier was used to keeping his cool in front of many beautiful and handsome people. The problem was this wasn’t the first time he’d seen this face. More specifically, the problem was: the last time Jaskier had seen this face, it was when he’d confirmed the $11.99 purchase for a month’s subscription to his OnlyFans.

Geralt opened his mouth - that mouth jesus holy fucking christ on a stick - and Jaskier stuck his hand out for a hand shake.

“Julian Pankratz,” he introduced himself, praying to whatever god was listening that his face hadn’t turned an embarrassing shade of red.

Judging from the look on Yennefer’s face, he wasn’t so lucky.

Geralt nodded, not betraying even a hint of a smile. He shook his hand back and answered in a gruff voice, “Geralt.”

But of course, Jaskier already knew that.

→ Baptism of Fire | E | 5k

A continuation of my previous fic, in which Geralt is an OnlyFans creator and Jaskier is his (simp) twitter manager

→ Weak and Wanting | E | 7k

Not surprisingly, Geralt didn’t budge. “Jaskier, how much have you had to drink?” he demanded after Jaskier’s palms bounced off of his chest. “It’s not the alcohol! I’m serious! It's like you have no understanding of the stages to these kinds of things. I’ve seen you naked and talked you through fucking yourself but I haven’t even kissed you yet.” Jaskier clapped a hand over his mouth. “On second thought, I didn’t say that. Stop it, Geralt, why are you laughing?” The corners of his mouth still twitched, but he did his best to hide his mirth for Jaskier’s sake. “So, you do want to kiss me?” Geralt’s head tilted to the side. Despite his confident posture, he seemed...stiff. He had the nerve to look embarrassed. Jaskier clenched his hands into fists. “Are you hesitating?” Jaskier seethed. “You’ve been playing all these games, but you have the nerve to be shy about it? Let me repeat myself, since you want to act all coy: I’ve seen your cock. You called me while you were - while you were fingering yourself to ask me to help. Why the hell are you looking at me like that? Of course I want to kiss you.”

→ Give Me One Good Movie Kiss (give me one good honest kiss and I'll be alright) | E | 4k

"It was...different from any other job he’d taken. Certainly a step up from backbreaking labor for minimum wage. At least he was making tips. He’d never worked a job with tips before. Geralt clicked his cellphone into the tripod by his bed and stripped his t-shirt over his head. He tossed it, along with his jeans and boxer briefs, into his clothing hamper in the corner. Usually, his audience liked a show. He’s learned to tease, make them wait, instead of turning the camera on fully nude with his cock hard in his hand. He got all dressed up just to slowly peel the clothes away. It was an art form, he’d learned over the past few months. Nothing like the clumsy or cheesy fumbling he believed it to be when he first signed up for an account. It was more like dancing. He’d never been good at dancing, but he was good at sex, and that counted for something in this profession." AKA The Bottoming Video from Geralt's POV

Electric Kisses and Lace by SweetestHoney | E | 21k

What Jaskier expected from parent-teacher night was some demanding parents, some stupid questions, and maybe some gossip about a few of the couples. What he got, however, was Geralt, father to one of his students, letting him know that he knew about Jaskier's second job and threatening to tell the school that Jaskier was a gay porn star. How does Jaskier handle this little revelation? Anything but gracefully, of course. Or that one where Jask is on onlyfans and Geralt calls him out on it, leading to the worlds stupidest morons being dumb at each other for 20,000 words straight.

Show love to all these authors by leaving kudos and comments, and happy reading!

#geraskier #geralt/jaskier #the witcher #the witcher fic #geraskier fic recs

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thetooncrew · 2 years

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as we’re nearing the last few hours of old novmenber, i just want to say thank you all for joining me on this journey!

there’s a bunch of info down in the cut about my personal thoughts about it all, but i realized i don’t want to make you all read 5 paragraphs of old man spiel if you don’t want to LOL. so click the readmore if you want to see me get a little sentimental and just a teensy bit heavy (though nothing horrible - i just talk about being transgender for a bit) about drawing old guys for an entire month.

i was gonna hit off the final day with a fanfiction or a song, but all the WIPs i have aren’t even really close to ‘final draft’ quality and the song i’ve been planning is still a bit of a WIP...maybe i’ll post the draft later today, though! For now, i’ll post the art and prompt later tonight. I hope you guys’ll like it!

not to get sappy, but i have to give MAJOR credit to pretty much all of the setup and planning to my lovely partner, @bloodyfox! they’re the one who created the initial list, worked with me to piece the final prompts together, and let me have a little spot in the their friend group server to post all of my art. this would literally not have been possible without them, so please give them some love!

I guess the big winning question overall, though, is why do I like old men in the first place? to the point I’d do an entire month of drawing them?

easy answer is that i just think they’re funny. something about the phenomenon of weird old cartoon men from the 90s to the ~10s is fascinating to me and it’s sad that they’re a dying art form these days.

long answer is...tough to get into, but the gist is that i’m transgender and nonconformity is something i seek. i have a very complicated relationship with being perceived as a “stereotypical” transgender man. i don’t like that a lot of representation - while i’m glad we’re getting it! - is filled with skinny, purposefully feminine-physique’d guys. no shade to trans men who WANT to be perceived this way, of course! live your life, i’m not speaking for all transgender people here. but personally, i can’t feel represented in these situations, so it helps me to personify myself as ‘ugly’, old, fat, etc. projecting myself onto these guys helps me feel like myself better, despite my love for lolita fashion and the like. i want to be a nonconformist in that way - that’s pretty much all there is to it.

sorry to get so sentimental on a silly joke month, but i’m a sappy man who celebrates every little thing he can get his hands on LOL. TLDR; thank you all for joining me, and i hope you guys have a great december!

#squidspeak!#old novmenber #thank you all seriously!#it's been a delight doing this even if i stumbled a bit at the end #i hope you guys liked it :)

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years

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small world ~ corpse husband

word count: 2053

request?: yes!

“Can I get a Corpse x fem reader where reader an corpse are both streamers and they meet each other for the first time and realize they used to know each other as kids? I know Corpse has said that he didn’t have many friends when he was younger so maybe have it where reader was someone that was really nice to him? Sorry for the long request and thank you if you do it! 😊🖤”

description: he never would’ve thought that the new addition to their friend group would be someone from his past

pairing: corpse husband x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

“Hey Corpse,” Karl said. Corpse hummed in response, focused on the drawing he was doing for their Jackbox game. “(Y/N) is also from San Diego. Do you know her?”

(Y/N) chuckled. “Karl, San Diego is pretty big. We’re not bound to know one another. Besides, just because he lives here doesn’t mean he grew up here.”

“I did grow up in San Diego actually,” Corpse said. “I don’t think we would’ve known each other though. Even if we happened to be in the same area, I didn’t talk to many people and I dropped out in the seventh grade.”

“I was, regrettably, popular in school,” (Y/N) added.

“Regrettably?” Karl asked.

“Yeah. Looking back, I hated being popular. I hated it when I was popular even. My friends were mega jerks and made fun of everyone, even me sometimes. I would try and make them be nice but they just let the popularity go to their heads. I haven’t spoken to any of them since we graduated. There was this sort of outcast in middle school I used to have a crush on. I tried to be friends with him, but he preferred to keep to himself. I always wished I had been friends with him because I feel like I would’ve been so much happier. I never saw him again either. I wonder whatever happened to him.”

Something about her story triggered a memory in Corpse. The year before he dropped out, there was a girl in is class who was always nice to him and tried to talk to him. He brushed it off as another way he was being made fun of. When it kept up, though, he realized she was likely being genuine. He still kept his distance, but he found himself gaining some feelings for her as well. When he dropped out, he never heard from her again.

I wonder where she is now, Corpse thought to himself. Man, what was her name?

Corpse accidentally gasped, drawing the attention of everyone in the Discord call.

“You good Corpse?” George asked.

“Y-Yeah,” Corpse responded. “Just uh...just realized I fucked up my idea a bit. No big deal, I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

The game started prompting for everyone to show what they had created. Taking the opportunity of not having to speak, Corpse went to Google (Y/N)’s YouTube channel. She had come into the game as a friend of Karl’s and Corpse hadn’t heard of her channel, but now somethings were starting to click together.

The first thing that popped up with the top Google Image for (Y/N)’s channel name. It was a beautiful girl laying in a garden of flowers with a wide smile on her face. Corpse sucked in a breath as he realized that the girl in the picture looked familiar.

“Corpse,” came Karl’s voice, snapping Corpse out of his trance. “It’s your turn.”

“Sorry,” Corpse said. “I was distracted.”

The rest of the stream Corpse felt like he was in a daze. He continued to play the games and forced out laughs when he realized someone was making a joke. Every time (Y/N) spoke, he felt his heart flutter with excitement. He couldn’t believe that after all these years he had finally been reunited with her. And what was better was that she had actually admitted to having feelings for him too!

Don’t get too excited, he thought to himself. She said she used to have a crush on you. That was a very long time ago.

He tried not to seem too eager when the stream finally ended. He waited for someone else to leave the call first before he exited out of it himself. He waited another few minutes before messaging (Y/N) directly on Discord.

hey. it was fun playing with you tonight. weird request, but can we voice call maybe? just the two of us?

Corpse didn’t expect her to respond any time soon. It was late in San Diego, like nearly 3am late. Most people were going to bed by now. She had mentioned once during the stream that she was starting to get sleepy. He figured she’d see it in the morning and either call, or just ignore the message.

To his surprise, near seconds later, she was calling him.

“Hey stranger,” she said when he answered. “Long time, no speak. You must’ve missed my voice a lot, huh?”

Corpse chuckled. “Exactly, I really did.”

“Makes sense. I do have the best voice on the internet.” She laughed this time. It sounded like such a perfect sound. “For real though, is everything alright? Why did you want to call?”

How did he even tell her? Hey, so you know that outcast you liked? It was me! Surprise!

No, he couldn’t say that. Maybe she wouldn’t even remember, or maybe she wouldn’t believe him. He had to figure out some way to bring it up.

“I kind of wanted to talk more about your popular school days,” he said, trying to keep his voice light and teasing. “It’s not every day I meet a streamer who’s in my own area code. It would be nice to get to know someone who isn’t like a five hour drive away.”

“Oh!” She seemed excited by this response. Her excitement was almost contagious. “Okay, where should I start? The shitty friends or the shallow popularity?”

Corpse chuckled. “You pick.”

She talked for nearly an hour about her high school experiences with her popular friend group. Despite how much she despised being popular, (Y/N) still spoke with a light tone in her voice. She tried to bypass a lot of the more negative details and speak only of the good experiences she went though, which was nice to hear.

Corpse nearly jumped with excitement when she began to talk about middle school unprompted.

“It really was the last good years I had in school,” she admitted. “All my friends, the ones who went on to be super popular with me, they were nice then. Annoying, but all middle schoolers are. We didn’t care about popularity or social rankings. We were just...we were just kids. We didn’t even really know the difference between ‘losers’ and ‘popular’, which was why it was so easy for me to talk to that guy that I liked at the time. My friends weren’t mocking me for having feelings for an outcast.”

“You said you never saw that guy again,” Corpse said. “Do you know what happened to him?”

She sighed heavily. “No, I don’t. He just stopped showing up before we hit high school. I thought he moved, but I knew his mom and I saw her around everywhere. I don’t even remember his name anymore to look him up. Wherever he is, though, I hope he’s doing better. Even if they weren’t sucked completely into their popularity at the time, my friends and the other kids were still awful to him.”

“I feel that,” he said. “I wasn’t exactly the most liked kid in school. Before I dropped out I didn’t even have any friends.”

“That’s awful.”

“It wasn’t too bad. I’m not really a friendly person I don’t think. I’ve worked on it since that time, but the thought of trying to maintain a social relationship still gives me anxiety from time to time. There was one girl who tried to be friends with me the year before I dropped out though. She was nice.”

“What happened to her?”

Corpse smiled to himself. She would figure it out soon, he knew she would.

“I just didn’t hear from her after I dropped out,” he responded. “I guess that’s mainly my fault. I never reached out to her or anything, but I barley knew her name. Just her first time, and she never gave me a number or anything. I couldn’t look her up online. Maybe we just weren’t destined to be together.”

“I don’t know about that. Maybe you two were just right people, wrong time. Maybe you’ll cross paths again and finally have that opportunity to be friends with her again.”

“Maybe you’ll cross paths with that guy from your middle school, too.”

There was a prolonged silence. Corpse wondered if (Y/N) was starting to put the pieces together. He could barley even hear her breathe. The longer she went, the more worried he was becoming. He was about to say something when she finally spoke again.

“I made him a Valentine,” she said, her voice soft. “Special handmade one. He was the only one I gave it to. It had some really badly written, sappy poem in it. I watched him open it and...I really think he got emotional while reading it. Of course, he’d never tell anyone that.”

Corpse had gotten emotional over the Valentine (Y/N) had given him. It was the first real Valentine he had ever gotten. It wasn’t one of the generic ones that everyone gave out to every classmate so no one felt excluded. It was made from the heart, and that fact alone touched his. Like (Y/N) said, though, he didn’t let anyone know how emotional he had gotten. It would’ve just been more mental ammo for them to use to bully him.

He quickly got up from his chair, racing to his room where he had his box of memories shoved in his closet. It was little things from throughout his life that he kept in a shoebox. Whenever he felt particularly down or depressed, he would open the shoebox and look at all the things that made him smile.

At the very top of the box was (Y/N)’s Valentine.

He went back to his computer and took a picture of the Valentine using his phone.

“That sounds really nice,” he said as he went into the Discord app on his voice. “It must’ve meant a lot to him that you put so much time and effort into a handmade gift.”

“I don’t know if it did. I never got to ask him what his reaction was.”

“Oh, I’d bet anything he was happy.”

He sent the picture through Discord and waited for (Y/N) to open it. The silence between them felt deafening. The seconds felt like they had slowed to hours. He wondered what (Y/N)’s reaction would be. Maybe she’d be weirded out by the fact that Corpse kept the Valentine, or by the fact that Corpse was the middle school crush in general.

What if she’s upset that this is who I am now? he asked himself. What if her crush was just a middle school thing, and the moment you dropped out she moved on?

“I knew it.”

Corpse couldn’t help the smile on his face when he heard the slight excitement in (Y/N)’s voice.

“I knew it was you!” she continued. “Well, I didn’t know know, but when you asked me to call you I had a bit of a suspicion. I can’t believe it...it’s actually you!”

“It is me,” he confirmed. “And it’s you.”

“Small world we live in, huh?”

“Yeah, small world.” Do you still like me? Did you ever stop? Do you know that your kindness stuck with me for so long?

The silence returned. Corpse was starting to get sick of it, but he didn’t know how to fill the void between them. When he heard her yawn, he realized how late it had gotten. “I’ll let you go, you sound tired.”

“We just had this breakthrough and you’re asking me to sleep?!”

Corpse chuckled. “You have to sleep eventually, (Y/N). It’s like 3:30am, normal people sleep at this hour.”

“I am offended you would think I’m anywhere near normal.” She yawned again, cutting off her short lived rant. “But you’re right, I am tired. Listen...promise me you’ll answer when I call tomorrow. I...I’d really like to catch up. Maybe...to pick up where we left off.”

“Okay,” Corpse said, then realized that wasn’t really a response. “I promise. I’ll be waiting by the phone the moment I open my peepers.”

(Y/N) giggled. “I’ll be sure to call you the moment I open mine.”

“Goodnight (Y/N). Sleep tight.”

“Goodnight Corpse underscore Husband.”

kind of a bad ending, but i wasn’t really sure where else to go with it as i wrote it. sorry! :(

#corpse husband #corpse husband imagine #corpse #corpse imagine #corpse x reader #request #imagine #one shot #fanfiction #fanfic

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kazuharem · 3 years

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“Polar Lights” ↠ Childe [FLUFF]

"We'll find a love to hold our hand through the cold"

Characters: Childe x GN!Reader (You)

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 3,153

Warnings: Childe's newest voice lines + teapot lines, brief mentions of alcohol, sappy gushy goodness, somewhat unedited

A/N: Nothing in my brain except for Childe brainrot. This is my thanks for the man coming home to me twice three times and his bow -> definitely 100% self-indulgent. Published @ 8am

Special thanks to @tartagilicious for coming up with this prompt and brainrotting with me

Reblogs are much appreciated! 🙏🏼

"Forelsket” - Norwegian, (n.); the euphoria you experience when you are first falling in love

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

The weather outside's changing The leaves are buried under six inches of white

A blast of air hits your face, cold enough to make your skin feel like it’s peeling off, and you shudder, retreating deep within your scarf. The shallow breaths you take comes out in a thick, white fog as you survey your surroundings.

“I don’t see how this place has anything of value that’s in Zhongli’s interests,” you grumble to no one in particular. Nothing save for the howling wind answers you and your teeth rattle in your skull. You curse the ex-Archon as you trudge through the barren wintry landscape. It was he, after all, who had sent you on this absurd commission to find some sort of legendary mist flower.

“I cannot cross into the Tsarista’s lands, that would be trespassing,” Zhongli says, calm as ever, as he brings a teacup to his lips. The picture-perfect image of elegance. “But you are an adventurer, you can travel there.”

Thus, you find yourself in Snezhnaya, bemoaning your fate. He hadn’t left you with nothing, however. Tucked in your pocket was a map drawn by the man with directions. Now, if only you could get somewhere warm so you can look at the actual map is the real question.

You couldn’t entirely blame Zhongli though. It had been him who suggested the commission, but you were the one who agreed. It wasn’t a completely innocent idea when you offered to help Zhongli. After all, Snezhnaya is the home of a certain red-headed Harbinger, whom you’ve been missing just a little too much.

What? A voice pipes up, indignant.

You shake your head, “Stay on mission,” you mumble, trying to distract yourself. You press onward against the painful bite of the wind.

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

Childe sets down a letter, eyebrows drawing together in confusion. Azure eyes scan the contents again, hoping for some sort of clarity. None comes, of course, as the letter remains unchanged.

Everything in the letter made sense except for the last line.

“Do make sure to be on the lookout for any strangers in search of mist flowers.”

He understood all parts of the sentence separately, but when put together, made absolutely no sense.

“Has becoming mortal addled his brain?” Childe sighs. “Why speak in tongues when you can speak normally?”

He cast a quick glance at the window where brilliant reds and blues were starting to seep into inky purples, and he stands. Deciphering the letter could wait. Right now, going home was more important. He had made promises to his siblings, after all.

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

You curse as the ice beneath your feet crack. Before you could move away however, the ground disappears. Your legs pass cleanly through the hole and your body lurches forward. Everything settles, making the world fall into silence once more. Sighing, you plant your arms in front of you and push.

“What the-” You try again only to meet with the same results. “No…” Your eyes widen in horror as you struggle futilely, but the ice and snow refuse to let your legs go. You were, hopelessly and irrevocably, stuck. “Of course, just my luck,” a laugh of disbelief escapes you. Okay, stay calm, you assess your surroundings, looking for anything that could help you out of this situation. Already, you could feel the prickly sensation from the cold, a sure sign that you’ve spent too long in this weather. Any longer and it would be dangerous.

Oh gods, you were going to die in the middle of this vast tundra, with no one coming to save you. Why did you take this commission? You idiot. You were going to die-

“Hey, need some help?” A voice calls out amidst your panic, and your head whips towards the source.

A tall, redheaded man stands before you, and you gasp, “Childe?” The name, rusty from disuse, sounds foreign in your ears. It had been a long while since the name had last passed through your lips.

Sapphire eyes widen in surprise, before a spark of recognition alights in them. “Comrade?”

“What are you doing here-” Both of you say at the same time, and Childe bursts into laughter. The sound ignites something within you as your heart clenches.

“It’s been a long time,” Childe says, and you don’t want to think about the way your heart races when your name falls from his lips. “You’re getting bolder. Never thought I’d actually see you in Snezhnaya.”

“What do you mean?” You blurt out, “You were the one talking about bringing me here and then you disappeared!”

Childe places his hand over his chest in mock hurt, “Hey now, all this time apart and this is the greeting I get?”

You cross your arms, trying to muster whatever dignity you had left, as you glare up at him, “Are you going to help me or not?”

A grin unfurls and you know you were never going to hear the end of it. “Now this is an interesting turn of events, you requiring my assistance.”

“Just hurry up, will you?” You mutter, “My legs are going numb.”

Childe pretends to ponder things over, “But what do I get for being such a gentleman?” He snaps his fingers, “Ah, I know! Let’s have a rematch. I’ve gotten much stronger and I’m sure you have as well.”

“Seriously?”

He widens his eyes comically, “You’re not going to reject me, are you? Oh, don’t be so cruel, you know how strong I am!” He puts his hands together as if he’s begging.

“Fine,” you give in with a sigh, “Can you help me now?”

The cheeky grin spreads as he saunters over to you, “Heh, now we’re talking!” Childe hooks his hands under your armpits. “We call this, ‘invisible snow,’” he explains, “Often these catch small animals, boars, and now you.” The smirk on his face is maddening, but in the next minute, you feel yourself gently being hoisted up. “There,” Childe sets you down, wearing a smug expression. You’re about to take a step, but your legs crumple under you. “Whoa!” He catches you in time, and your cheeks burn at the proximity of his face to yours.

“I think I was down there for too long,” you admit shakily, placing your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself.

“You know, if you missed me, you could’ve just said so!” He teases, but his hands don’t leave your waist. “Hm, what should I do? Should I carry you on my back?”

You smack him in the chest, “Don’t be absurd!” It was then that you realize you were still in his arms, and your face heats up once more.

Unrestrained laughter sounds in your ears, and you gaze up to see Childe smiling widely, aqua eyes almost sparkling with innocent joy. An answering grin pops up on your own face, unbeknownst to your knowledge. “It’s nice seeing you like this, Comrade,” Childe finally says once he’s calmed down. “I have to admit, I did miss your presence. Things weren’t nearly this exciting before you arrived.”

You ignore the way your heart leaps at his admission, “I missed you too,” you mumble, “Only a little, though.”

“Just a little, huh?” Childe sounds smug.

“Why did you come back to Snezhnaya?” You look past him, eyes landing far away.

“Were you worried about me?” He asks instead, smiling from ear to ear. You pay him no heed, despite the pink flushing your ears. A chuckle rumbles from his chest, “Well if you were worried about me, I’m flattered!” He tugs you closer, throwing you both under his coat, “Enough reminiscing before we freeze. Come on, let’s go.”

You allow yourself to be tugged along, Childe’s arm is wrapped securely around you. His coat smells like him, peppermint with a hint of the ocean. It’s familiar and it’s a scent you’ve missed dearly. You had last inhaled this scent months ago, when you and Childe were picking starconches from the Yaoguang Shoals, without a care in the world. The weather was vastly different from the harsh environment you were in now, but even as the two of you head off into the cold, you didn’t feel any of it.

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“Brother! You’re home!” A flurry of excited voices ring out as Childe opens the gate to a very homey-looking cottage.

Childe finally lets you go as red-headed children barrel into him. One of them gasp when they see you.

“Traveler!”

You kneel to greet the little boy, “Hey Teucer, it’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

“You’re finally here!” Teucer exclaims, hugging you tight, “You kept your promise!”

“Of course, otherwise you’d throw me on the ice, right?” You wiggle your pinky at him, and he beams, hooking his pinky with yours.

Childe watches the two of you, a fond smile on his face as he herds the rest of his siblings around you. “This is Tonia,” he nudges a little girl peeking between his legs, “And that’s Anton,” gesturing at a bigger boy who was watching you curiously. “Everyone, this is the traveler, finally here in Snezhnaya.” He introduces you to his siblings with a flourish.

“Brother talks about you often,” Tonia says shyly, “His letters mention you a lot.”

“Is that so?” You look over at Childe. The tips of his ears turn red, although you weren’t sure if it was due to the cold or embarrassment. “All good things, I hope?”

“Did you really fight a dragon?” Anton demands before Tonia could respond. You nod and the boy proceeds to launch into a flurry of questions. “Did you fight Brother? Are you really as strong as he says? Who’s stronger? Who won?”

“Oh?” You grin smugly, “Who did your brother say won the fight?”

Childe coughs, “Okay! That’s enough questions, did you guys remember what’s the plan tonight?”

“The colors!” Teucer cheers.

“That’s right! We have to get ready or else we’ll miss them,” Childe ushers them gently towards the door, “So let’s pack our things for the hike!”

“Colors?” You ask as you pass him to cross the threshold, relishing in the burst of warm air gratefully.

Childe smiles and you swear that you see a glimmer of joy in his usual dull eyes. “You came at an opportune time, Comrade. The Northern Lights are rumored to be quite the sight this year, and forecasts say it’s especially beautiful tonight. You’re in for a treat.”

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The hike up the mountain wasn’t nearly as cold as your lonely trek earlier. Childe’s siblings would run ahead, chattering eagerly before doubling back to make sure Childe and you were following dutifully. Occasionally, Childe would remind them to be careful.

“They’re great,” you smile at the sight of Tonia leading Teucer by the hand while Anton kicked up piles of powdery snow. “Very cute.”

Childe glances at you before turning his attention back to his siblings, and nods absentmindedly in agreement, “They really are, I’m quite proud of them.” You hum in reply as you shiver, hugging your arms close to you in an attempt to keep warm. “Cold?” Childe asks, sounding amused.

“Hey,” you exhale a cloud of white, “I’m not used to this, you know.”

“We’re here!” Teucer runs to you, grabbing your hand as he leads you away from Childe. You follow him helplessly while Childe laughs. “We’re here!”

“Come on, Teucer, we have to set up everything first!” Childe calls.

The little boy pouts and you lean down to whisper in his ear conspiratorially, “Tell you what, Teucer, if we help your brother, it’ll go much faster, and then we can play!”

Teucer brightens at your suggestion, before practically pulling you back to Childe, “What do we do?”

Under Childe’s guidance, a simple yet cozy camp gets set up in no time. A portable furnace in the middle kept the bite of the wind away, while a ring of tents was erected around it. By the time the camp was constructed, the sun had completely set, throwing everything into shadows. The children had taken to playing with each other at the edge of camp, while you and Childe kept a careful eye on them from one of the tents.

Something heavy drapes over you, and you look up just in time to see Childe cover you with his jacket before settling down next to you. “Wouldn’t want you to freeze,” he teases as he fiddles with something in his pocket.

“Not freezing would be good,” you agree, “So what are we waiting for?”

“You can’t force the Lights. They’ll come when they do,” he explains, producing a flask. “In the meantime, care to try a Snezhnayan tradition?” He offers you the flask.

You examine it cautiously before returning it to him, “What is it?”

Childe unscrews the top, and holds it out for your inspection, “Fire-Water,” he proclaims, “In Snezhnaya, we say that if a friend will join you outside in the bitter cold to drink Fire-Water and chat together, you know they’re the kind of person you want with you on the battlefield. So, Comrade, are you someone I want with me on the battlefield?”

“That depends, are you someone I want with me on the battlefield?” You counter his question.

He smiles at that, “Come now, you and I are hardly strangers. Why not have a drink and chat under the stars?”

Why not indeed?

His offer is tempting, and you take the flask from his proffered hand, “Well then, comrade, I look forward to winning battles with you by my side.” You take an experimental sip and almost immediately, you feel as though you just downed liquid fire. Befitting of the name, you suppose. You’re able to keep it down despite your throat burning and hand the flask back to him.

Childe smiles approvingly as he slots his lips over the opening. Entranced, you watch the bobble of his throat when he swallows, and you try not to squirm at the fact that the two of you had just shared something touched by both of your mouths. “Well?” He asks, wiping at his mouth, while you do your best not to stare at the movement.

“It’s…strong,” you manage to say, your voice raspy. “So now, are we truly comrades?”

Childe throws his head as he laughs, seeming carefree, “There’s no one else I’d rather have by my side in battle than you,” he admits once he’s quietened down.

There is a warm feeling spreading throughout your entire being at his words. It sinks into your veins, and you chase after it, utterly addicted. You’re not sure if it was due to the alcohol or just being in the presence of the man whom you’ve missed for so long.

“It’s starting!” Teucer calls out excitedly as he points to the sky. Both you and Childe turn your attention heavenward, and you gasp softly.

Stop the clocks, it's amazing You should see the way the light dances off your head A million colours of hazel, golden and red

What was once an inky sky slowly morphed into soft streaks of greens and blues with a splattering of glittering stars, as if someone had taken a paintbrush and carelessly dragged it across the sky. Childe watches the way your face glows under the gentle light, and tears his gaze away, his hand unknowingly curling into a fist by his side. It was then that you turn to look at your red-headed companion, studying how the shadows and lights play across his face, throwing his face into a mix of sharp angles. Childe keeps his eyes trained on the sky, swallowing hard. The sounds of his siblings fade into the distance. It feels as if it was only the two of you.

This is a new dimension This is a level where we're losing track of time I'm holding nothing against it, except you and I

“Childe…” You whisper, feeling oddly emboldened by something, it compels you to say something, anything. And you do.

“Did you know I thought about you every day since you left?” Your admission is hushed, not wanting to break the captivating bubble that surrounds you both.

Childe’s head swivels to meet your gaze and you inhale at the expression on his face. There is a glimmer in his cerulean eyes. Uncertainty maybe, and something else. Hope.

“I…I think I’m in love with you…”

We were love drunk, waiting on a miracle Tryna find ourselves in the winter snow So alone in love like the world had disappeared

Childe moves then, as he leans closer to you. “You’re…like the stars in night sky, Comrade, you never cease to surprise me.” There is a little laugh. “All this time, I’ve been trying to control myself, trying to not let myself reveal my closest secret and yet…you manage to undo all of that with just a simple confession. You’ve beaten me once more… Must you defeat me at every turn?”

Fire ignites in your lungs, in your veins. You’re not breathing, trying to process his words, and he continues.

“I suppose I should concede my defeat,” he sighs. He is so close that you feel the puff of air land on your face and your lips part unknowingly. His eyes follow the movement, and you hear him swallow. A warm thumb lands on the corner of your mouth with the softest pressure as his hand cradles your chin with care. His finger swipes across your parted lips like the wings of a butterfly dancing. “If what you said was true, then say my name,” he commands, transfixed at the way you were looking at him, like he is the only light in your world. “Say my name and I’ll admit my defeat.”

Before you could even think about his name, it was already floating past your lips.

“Ajax…”

There is a sharp inhale and then something else replaces Childe’s thumb. Childe kisses you like he was afraid you were going to break, like you were going to shatter this wondrous dream. He kisses you as if you were his most treasured possession, the only thing he was willing to submit to.

The air is bitterly cold, but you don’t feel any of it. Childe murmurs another confession against your lips.

“There’s no one else I’d lose to.”

I won't be silent and I won't let go I will hold on tighter 'til the afterglow And we'll burn so bright 'til the darkness softly clears

End.

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Bonus:

“Do you think our friend has successfully reached Snezhnaya?” Zhongli asks thoughtfully as he turns a page of a book. He pauses to take a sip from a steaming cup.

“Mr. Zhongli,” Hu Tao sighs, “I think you should leave the matchmaking to someone else.”

“Hm? I quite liked my plan. The map was a nice touch, wasn’t it?”

Fin.

End Note: I don’t want children, but there’s something about Childe and kids that’s just-sigh *lipbite*. Grace, I’m sorry there was no blood and violence or someone on the verge of death - it’s all fluff (◔◡◔✿)

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➳ Part 2 of Childe Angst (Part 1: Hiraeth)

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➳ Kazuha Soulmate AU + Reincarnation

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