#this is technically a bonus drabble

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

Nights Spent In; Azul Ashengrotto

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, established relationship

Word Count; 700+

Author's Note; This is for one of my first mutuals @azulashengrottospiano! I hope you enjoy this, and some domestic Azul! [and I'm keeping a screenshot of your ask ^v^]

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

Safe to say your social battery was pretty much at zero. You had fun, yes, but all you wanted to do was stay at home in some ridiculously comfortable pyjamas, eat leftovers from lunch, cuddle a bit, and maybe look through the storage container labelled Games! :D since there could be some hidden gems in there. And right now you were cuddled up under a super chunky knit blanket, snug as a bug in a rug.

You were content just putting the leftovers from lunch in the microwave, but Azul had insisted that he made the both of you dinner. You didn’t mind, since you had a nice view of him working away in the kitchen, muttering the recipe of tonight’s dinner to himself. He was even wearing the frilly apron and kitschy oven mitts.

What a dork. I love him so much. You giggled to yourself, watching Azul go about the kitchen, off in his own little world. 

Sighing, you got up — the blanket draped over your shoulders so you were still in your nice blanket burrito — and shuffled over to the Games! :D container, seeing if there was anything interesting that Azul wouldn’t just automatically win. You loved him, but if he made you go bankrupt again in this world’s version of Monopoly one more time you swore that you weren’t going to give him any kisses. You may love him, but he was not a humble winner. 

So any strategy games were completely out the window, luck based games were more on your side… hopefully luck just decided to favour you tonight. At least you had a cute chef at the least.

Hmm? What’s this? Blowing off the dust you pulled out an old edition of Snakes and Ladders. It relied only on luck, so it was perfect!

“Hey, sweetie,” you called to the kitchen.

Azul was just placing your dinner in the oven, it would take about thirty minutes to bake, so he had time to spare… and for you? He could spare all the time in the world for you. “What is it, darling?”

You held up the game under your chin and gave him your biggest smile. “Wanna play?” You waggled eyebrows for some added flair, and it made Azul chuckle.

“Fine, one round, but I won’t go easy on you,” he said, sitting down at the coffee table. He eyed the game, and squinted his eyes at the dice. A luck-based game? Playing your cards right I see.

“You never do,” you shot him a wink and rolled the dice. You moved your piece forward, not hitting any ladders.

Azul rolled his eyes, but took his turn, overtaking you by two spaces, also not hitting any ladders. “Would you rather that I did?” He looked up at you through his lashes, a small smug smile on his face. 

You hummed as you took your turn, getting a ladder and going up a row. “No, it’s more fun like this, plus you’re extra cute when you get fired up.”

Azul pushed up his glasses, trying to ignore the warmth that had seeped into his cheeks. “Flattery won’t help you, my dear, when I win.”

“We’ll see about that.~”

The rest of the game was spent in silence, the occasional tch escaping when either of you hit a snake, but the game was neck in neck. You had to roll a perfect six to win, and Azul a four, and it was his turn. The both of you had your fingers crossed.

He rolled a two, the exact number that he didn’t want. He moved his piece forward and gritted his teeth as he moved it down two rows. He sighed, handing over the die. He knew that he had most likely lost this game.

You gently took it, and rolled a six. You had won. “Looks like luck was on my side tonight,” you grinned.

Azul grumbled, but he couldn’t stay mad at you. “Would you like a prize for that?” It was part sarcasm, but also part genuine question.

You placed a kiss on his cheek. “Just spending time with you is a prize in its own right… but I won’t say no to your cooking either!”

It wasn’t really a prize, as you were already getting his cooking for dinner, but it nonetheless made Azul feel soft and warm. The two of you really should spend more nights in if they were going to be like this.

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[inhuman-obey-me]

Congrats on the 4000🎊🎉🎊

Could I request 🧳 with Asmodeus 😘

Thank you, and thank you for your patience!!

"If you really want to go, I'll come with you." - Asmodeus

cw: blood, implication that a drink was laced

*Note: Afray is one of several demons that serves both Asmodeus and Astaroth, and their name means "dust".

“Afray,” the lesser demon’s name leaves Asmodeus’ lips in a near-whine as he holds out an empty glass, “I feel like you haven’t been paying me enough attention lately. Do you like being with Astaroth more?”

“Of course not, Lord Asmodeus.” Afray smiles as they dutifully pour more Demonus into the offered cup. “I’ve just been quite busy, that’s all. But just between me and you,” they lean in closer, “I much prefer being by your side than Lord Astaroth’s.” 

“Of course you do!” Asmodeus giggles before taking a slow sip, his gaze still focused on the other. “Who doesn’t want to be by my side and have the privilege of being so close to all this beauty?” 

“Indeed,” their smile doesn’t budge, “I’m forever grateful that you’ve deemed me worthy enough to serve you.”

“Well, I don’t let just anyone get so close to me like this, after all.” Finely manicured claws go to gently hold the other demon’s chin, thumb stroking their lips. “While no one can compare to my beauty, you’re just so pleasing to look at.” 

Something flickers in Afray’s eyes, and Asmodeus notices. 

“It’s really a shame, though.” His grip tightens, claws beginning to pierce flesh. “You’d be so much more pleasing to look at if you were a better liar.” 

Finally, the smile drops as disbelief takes over Afray’s features. “Th-that hurts – and whatever do you mean? I haven’t lied.”

“Mmm, and there you go again. It really does make you look much more…” he scrunches up his nose, “...ugly.” Asmodeus holds up his glass with his other hand, turning it slightly in the light. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” 

There it is again, that look in their eyes. 

“N-notice what?” Afray gulps, a hand going up to grip Asmodeus’ wrist in an effort to be released. “It’s just a particular vintage. I’m sorry if it wasn’t to your taste, I can grab ano–AHH!” They let out a yell as they’re lifted into the air,  bleeding from where claws have fully dug into their face.

“Oh, if only it was a matter of taste.” Asmodeus slowly licks his lips, as if savoring every drop. “It’s you tampering with the drink that I’m not a fan of – and let me guess, you gave those bottles you wanted me to take home to my brothers your special little treatment too, right?” 

“P-please, l-let me go!” Afray hisses, struggles in the greater demon’s grip, tail and feet flailing in the air. “I-I’m sorry, I–ack–I’ll do what..ever you want, just…let me go!”

“Whatever I want? Well, what I want right now my dear, sweet Afray, is to make it so that your name is quite literal.” He smirks as he sees the panic spread. “Turn you into dust, and oh, I’m sure you’d make for a wonderful highlighter. Could really make my cheekbones pop!” 

“Just let me go!” Afray scratches and claws at Asmodeus’ arm, desperately trying to escape. “Please!” 

“Tch, really, you’re just going to ruin my skin like that?!” Tired of how much they were struggling, Asmodeus tosses Afray to the floor. They scramble to get up, but find themselves pinned down by a heel as the greater demon hovers over them. 

“I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I don’t know what I was thinking, I-I was put up to it! They offered me so much I couldn’t refuse!” They grovel, hands now clawing at the ground. “I-if you let me go, I promise, I’ll do whatever it takes! I’ll tell you everything! I’ll go a-and make things right!” 

“Alright.” Asmodeus takes his foot off the other’s back. “If you really want to go,” he leans down, his voice full of devilish glee. “I’ll come with you!”

“Wh-what?” 

“Well, I need to make sure you actually ‘make things right’. Astaroth won’t be too pleased to hear about this either, you know? You’re going to want me there to make sure you don’t mess up again.” He grabs them by the scruff of their neck, hoisting them up so that they’re now on their knees.  “And you know how much I enjoy beauty. After all, you just look so much prettier when you beg.”

[inkedinshadows]

Unraveling Truths

This is a bonus scene for my miniseries "A Helping Hand". You can read part 1 of 3 here. I know I wrote it in August, but I got a few requests for more so here we are.

Pairing: Azriel x f!reader

Summary: Azriel finally explains to his mate what the wingspan business is all about.

Warnings: smut, oral (m receiving), written in 3rd POV (matching the rest of the series)

Word count: 2.6k

A/N: I love time zones because it’s 2am here but it’s still the 16th in the US so I’m technically not late :) This fic is just another proof that I can't write drabbles lol. Anyway, hank you @azrielsshadows42 for the inspo 🫶🏻 and thank you @azrielappreciationweek it was so much fun writing for this event 💙💙

“You still haven't told me.”

She watched him from his bed, the sight still so new that Azriel's heartbeat quickened each time he saw it.

For the past week, she had spent every night with him, usually in his room. Yet walking in to find her reading a book while she waited for him was something he was still getting used to. And something he would never take for granted.

Azriel sat on the edge of the bed, leaning closer to brush a kiss to her temple as she set the book down. “Told you what, beautiful?”

The corner of his lips curled up at the small blush that colored her cheeks, even after a week of hearing that nickname. He was never going to stop using it.

He began to take off his boots, holding his breath as she knelt behind him and unfastened the latches of his shirt. Her fingers brushed the base of his wings, and he had to muster all his self-control to keep his body from reacting.

“About wingspan,” she replied casually. “You still haven't explained it.”

He froze, sitting a bit straighter. “Why do you want to know?”

She undid the last latch, and though the shirt now hung loosely around his torso, he made no move to remove it.

“Because I want to know all about you.” She moved to sit beside him, seemingly unaware of his slight change in demeanor. “And because you said you'd explain, but you still haven't.”

Azriel swallowed thickly. He'd been happy to hold her in his arms every night, knowing she'd be the first thing he saw in the morning. His hands had never wandered too freely over her body. He wanted to take things slow with her, not only to respect the trauma she had endured, but also because she wasn't just another girl. She was his mate, and he'd be damned if he ruined things by rushing them.

But he couldn't deny he had thought about how she would feel. How she would taste. How she would look while he pleasured her.

Her question about wingspan certainly didn’t help.

And if she was bringing it up again after a week, her curiosity wasn’t likely to fade anytime soon.

“Alright,” he finally said, and she rewarded him with that beautiful smile of hers—the one that never failed to make his heart skip a beat. “Rumor has it that the span of an Illyrian’s wings reflects the size of… certain body parts.”

She frowned, a small crease appearing on her brow. He resisted the urge to smooth it away with his thumb.

“What body parts?” she asked, her gaze wandering up and down his body as if she could see the answer somewhere.

He was glad she wasn’t looking at his face when he replied, “Intimate body parts, Y/N.”

Her eyes shot up to meet his, wide with surprise and shock. A faint blush colored her cheeks as she looked down again. Straight at his crotch.

Azriel had to draw on five hundred years of composure to keep himself from shifting—and, more importantly, from hardening under her gaze. She’s just surprised, he told himself. That’s why she’s looking. Nothing more.

When she met his eyes again, her voice was quiet, as though she was too shy to ask but couldn’t help herself.

“And, uh…” She paused, clearing her throat before finishing. “Are those just rumors?”

The words slipped out before he could think. “No. It’s true.”

She studied him for a moment, and he feared he’d said too much and made her uncomfortable. But before he could apologize, she spoke again.

“Does Cassian really have the largest wingspan?”

He couldn’t stop the smirk that spread across his lips. “He likes to brag about it, but no, he doesn’t.” And though he knew he probably shouldn’t, he added, “I do.”

Her eyes widened, dropping to his crotch again. This time, his body reacted before he could stop it, and he felt himself beginning to harden in his pants. Her cheeks flushed an ever deeper shade of red.

“Hey, it's alright,” he murmured, tilting her chin up so she would look at him. “I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

To his surprise, she gave him a soft smile. “You didn't. I asked. It's just…” Her voice trailed off, and she looked away for a moment before returning her focus to him.

“I just don't have much experience,” she whispered.

Azriel needed to change the topic immediately before his mind began running wild, thinking of all the things he could show her, all the sensations he could make her feel, all the possibilities. He reeled in his thoughts.

Sliding an arm around her waist, he pulled her closer. “It's alright,” he repeated, pressing another kiss to her temple. “We don't have to do anything. I don't want you to feel pressured.”

“But what if…” She hesitated, but as she bit her lip, she placed her hand on his leg, just above his knee but close enough for Azriel to be acutely aware of every small movement of her fingers. He was caught in a suspended moment, where everything hinged on her next words.

“What if I want to do something?”

His heart pounded in his chest. “You… want to?”

Despite the blush still coloring her cheeks, she held his gaze and nodded, a shy smile playing on her lips. He struggled not to kiss her right then and there and let his hands explore every inch of her body.

“Tell me what you want, beautiful,” he said instead, keeping his voice quiet and steady. “Anything you want, you can have it.”

She looked down, her gaze landing on the erection he could no longer hide. “I want to help you with that,” she murmured, her hand sliding up to his thigh and squeezing gently.

Azriel sucked in a breath. Unable to stop himself, he shifted, spreading his legs slightly to bring her hand closer to where he wanted it.

“Are you sure?” he asked. He needed her, desperately, but he didn’t want her to feel obligated.

Instead of answering, she stepped off the bed. Her eyes never left his as she moved between his parted legs, her fingers reaching for his shirt. He didn't stop her as she tugged it off, revealing his tanned chest.

“I'm sure, Az,” she whispered, her finger tracing the swirling lines of his tattoos. She'd done it many times before, but now it felt more intimate, more intentional. “Let me do this for you.”

He couldn't hold back any longer. Not when she looked at him with rosy cheeks and eyes full of desire. They both wanted this, and he wasn’t going to turn her down.

Cupping her face in his hands, Azriel pulled her in for a kiss. As their lips met, the bond between them came to life, glowing bright and golden in his chest and filling him with warmth that had nothing to do with the heat of his growing arousal.

“Go on, then,” he murmured against her lips when he finally found the will to break the kiss. “You can do whatever you like.”

She smiled, and under Azriel's attentive gaze, she knelt between his legs. From where he sat, the neckline of her nightgown left little to the imagination. He swallowed, his breath catching as she began unbuttoning his pants. He lifted his hips just enough for her to slide them down his legs, along with his underwear, leaving him bare before her. Her eyes widened slightly as the took him in.

“You weren't lying about it,” she murmured, glancing up at him. “I didn't expect you to be… this big.”

His smirk turned smug. “You certainly know how to flatter a male's ego.”

She chuckled, averting her gaze for only a moment before reaching out. Her hand wrapped around his aching cock, making him gasp audibly. At the sound, a smile of delight appeared on her face, and she began to stroke him slowly, her movements gentle and exploratory.

His eyes locked with hers, and, encouraged by the connection, she grew bolder. Her grip tightened slightly, and he instinctively bucked his hips forward. Still, he held back as much as he could, letting her set the pace she was most comfortable with. But she leaned closer, her eyes searching his for permission, a silent question lingering in them.

Azriel brushed her cheek, his thumb tracing her bottom lip. “Whatever you like,” he repeated in a whisper.

She nodded, and as his hand slipped away, she leaned in, her tongue flicking out to run along his cock before her lips closed around his tip. He sucked in a breath, resisting the urge to push himself deeper into her mouth and holding his body still. The only sign of his impatience was the faint rustle of his wings behind him.

She continued to stroke him slowly, teasing him with gentle squeezes and soft touches, her tongue swirling around his head until precum leaked out. But with each of his sighs and the small, involuntary twitches of his hips, her confidence grew. She took him a few inches deeper, hesitating briefly sliding before her lips farther down his cock, stretching her jaw to fit as much of him as she could.

“Fuck…” he groaned, the word escaping his lips as she hollowed her cheeks. Her mouth was warm, wet and impossibly tight, and it took every ounce of his self-control not to thrust into her. Instead, he tangled his fingers in her hair—not to guide her, but to ground himself, needing the connection, needing to feel her any way he could.

His little outburst seemed to wash away the last traces of her shyness. She began to bob her head, still using her hand to cover what her mouth couldn’t take, her tongue swirling around him with ease. Her eyes stayed locked on his, and Cauldron boil him, Azriel could have come right then.

His mate was on her knees before him, pleasuring him in a way he had never dared to dream of. Over the last week, he'd fantasized about it once or twice, but he’d assumed she wasn’t ready to take that step and relished the simple intimacy of a gentle, teasing touch while cuddling.

But here she was, her boldness lighting a fire inside him.

“Gods, you’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured, a moan spilling from his lips.

She blushed again but only moved faster, taking him deeper. His eyes rolled back, and his fingers tightened in her hair. When she whimpered softly, the sound sent a shock of pleasure through him, clouding his mind and driving him closer to the edge. He rocked his hips once, unable to hold back any longer.

“I’m… I’m close, sweetheart,” he panted. He didn’t care if he didn’t last long, didn't care that she’d been working him for only a few minutes. His release coiled tighter in his gut, his breaths coming faster, and he knew he couldn't hold it back. “You should stop if you don’t want me to come in your mouth.”

But the desire in her eyes only burned brighter, and she didn’t stop. Instead, she put even more effort into it, her free hand resting on his thigh while the other one squeezed gently at the base of his cock. When she hollowed her cheeks again, her warm mouth enveloping him so perfectly, Azriel’s control shattered.

With a groan, pleasure crashed over him, his release spilling down her throat. She swallowed every drop, the rhythmic contractions of her mouth around him drawing out his pleasure for a few more moments before he relaxed again, loosening his grip on her hair as he struggled to catch his breath.

After a moment, she pulled back, and Azriel immediately felt the absence of her warmth around him. Her hand slipped away as well, and for a beat, they simply looked at each other, twin smiles of satisfaction on their faces.

“You were wonderful,” he said eventually, helping her stand and guiding her to sit on his lap. “That was incredible.”

Her blush returned, deepening at his praise, an endearing sight he would never grow tired of. It made him want to keep complimenting her, especially after the pleasure she’d just given him.

He kissed her, savoring the softness of her lips and the familiar taste he’d come to cherish over the past week, now mixed with a hint of own release. His tongue slid into her mouth, entwining with hers while his hand drifted down to her thigh, brushing the hem of her nightgown. She didn’t pull away, but Azriel sensed the sudden tension seizing her body, despite her attempt to hide it.

He immediately withdrew his hand, silently cursing himself for assuming too much, especially after being so careful to let her dictate their pace.

Pulling back from the kiss, he searched her eyes. “I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I should have asked.”

She shook her head, but she didn't look at him. “No, it's my fault. When I said I don't have much experience, I… I actually meant I don't have any experience.”

Azriel did his best to mask his surprise, not wanting to make her feel more self-conscious. Gently, he placed his hand on her waist, drawing slow, soothing circles over the fabric of her nightgown.

“Why didn't you tell me?” he asked softly.

Her eyes remained fixed downward as she nervously fidgeted with her fingers. “Because you're five centuries old,” she whispered. “You must have so much experience with these things, and I don't, and I didn't want you to be disappointed if I—”

“Hey,” he interrupted, unwilling to let her continue down that path. Tilting her chin up with a gentle finger, he waited patiently for her to meet his eyes. When she didn't, he murmured, “Can you look at me, sweetheart?”

Slowly, her gaze slid to his. Azriel offered her a soft, reassuring smile, hoping it would ease her worries.

“I don't care if you don't have any experience,” he said, his hand still caressing her side. “I'm not disappointed. All that matters to me is you and whether you're comfortable with whatever we're doing.”

She nodded, though some tension still lingered in her body. He could tell she struggled to believe him, but he wanted to make it clear that he would respect any boundary, any hesitation. She came first, and she always would. Everything else could wait.

“We can take things as slow as you want to,” he continued. “I won't rush you. You're in control, Y/N. Always. Okay?”

At last, he felt her body relax, a relieved smile appearing on her face. “Okay,” she said quietly. “Thank you.”

“Good.” Azriel smiled back, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Will you let me get up for a moment? I'll wash up quickly, and then we can go to sleep.”

Her smile grew, a hint of playful anticipation gleaming in her eyes. “Can we cuddle?”

He chuckled. “Of course we can cuddle, beautiful.”

As she slid off his lap, he stole one last kiss before getting up and heading to the bathroom. He could feel her eyes following him, and he couldn't help but smirk.

He wanted her, but if she needed more time, he'd give it to her without question, even after what she'd just done for him. After all, her trust and comfort were more important than his need, and he knew that waiting would only make the moment she was truly ready even more special. The wait would be worth it.

Because she was worth it. She was worth everything.

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Azriel Week: @fourthwing4ever

[nyoomfruits]

short little kid fic drabble for @mecachrome with single dad!lando and engineer!oscar, love you, hope you enjoy!!!!!

“Hey,” Lando says, when he wanders over to where Oscar’s sitting in front of the screens in the back of the garage. FP2 is officially over now, and he’s finished discussing some last minute set up changes with his mechanics, so he’s free to go now. His race suit has long been unzipped, and is dangling around it waist as he leans over Oscar’s shoulder. “How did it go?”

Evelyn, who is perched on Oscar’s lap and had been staring at the screens intently, perks up and turns around. “Dad! Oscar says you were the fastest, like woosh,” she points her fingers forward, determined expression on her face.

“Did he?” Lando says, making eye contact with Oscar over Evelyn’s head. Oscar smiles innocently at him. Lando had only gotten as high as P3.

“Yeah!” Evelyn continues enthusiastically. “He’s been showing me the telletries.”

Lando raises his eyebrow at Oscar. Oscar shrugs. “She asked,” he says.

Lando eyes him a little skeptically. “My five year old asked you to show her my telemetries,” he states.

Oscar shrugs. “Well technically she asked if you were the fastest ever, and so then obviously I had to prove her you were in fact, the fastest ever.”

“Obviously,” Lando says, trying not to let the smile on his face turn too fond. He had been very nervous, when he first started brining Evelyn to races, last year. But the team had taken to her like a charm, had taken her in as one of their own, and while there was a nanny to make sure she never got in the way of anyone’s work, none of the team minded entertaining her for short bits at a time.

Especially Oscar, the youngest performance engineer in McLaren’s history, always made sure to take time to explain things to Evelyn, whether it was aerodynamics, brake balance, or in this case, telemetry.

“Alright Eve,” Lando says, gesturing to Evelyn. “Time to say goodbye to Oscar, we’re going to get you those chicken nuggets I promised you, yeah?”

Evelyn’s face lights up, but then falls immediately when she glances at Oscar. “But…” She says, frowning. “I want… Can Oscar come?” She asks, face suddenly turning excited again as she turns back to Lando. “Yes! He was going to tell me more about the telletries, he can totally do that over dinner! Dad, please.”

She’s pulling the patented Norris Pleading Eyes, the ones people have told Lando time and time are impossible to say no to. He thought they were exaggerating, until he became a victim of them himself.

But he’s strong. He’s been here before. He can do this. “I don’t know, bug,” he says, ruffling her hair. “I’m sure Oscar has plans.”

Evelyn turns back to Oscar, eyes in full force, adding in a bonus pouty lip. “I’m free,” Oscar says, immediately, because the man has no fucking backbone, clearly.

And god. The thing is, the thing Lando’s never really told anyone is that Oscar is kind of… Cute. In his own soft, nerdy way. Lando doesn’t like to dwell on it much ecuase it’s not like he’s ever going anywhere with it, not when he has Evelyn and racing and not much time for anything else, but.

But sometimes, in these little unguarded moments, he indulges himself, daydreams about a life together. A life with Oscar. Dreams about sleepy early morning and quiet late nights and all of the joy and laughter in between.

Except that way madness lies. So he tucks it away in a box called ‘Have Yout Lost Your Mind Not In A Million Years’ and moves on.

But now, with the full force of Evelyn’s Norris Pleading Eyes back on him, Oscar’s own nervous, expectant, hesitant expression behind her, he can’t help but fold, nudge the box open just a tiny little bit.

“Yeah, okay,” he says, admits defeat. “Sure. Why not.”

[meenaxskz]

when he gets sick (maknae line)

ot8 reactions-drabbles | bf!skz x reader au genre: crack warnings: language a/n : i'm sorry i didn't mean for it to come so late after the hyung line sniff... but it was hard to come up with different new plots for each members. hopefully it's okay ! hyung line | ✧ maknae line

han

you find him dramatically starfished across the couch like he’s been defeated by a single sneeze. tissues everywhere. hoodie halfway on. hair sticking up like static electricity punched him in the skull. he sees the cough syrup and immediately goes “oh no. not today, satan.” you’re already tired and you haven’t said a word yet. “han jisung. you are sick. take. the. medicine.” “i already took medicine!” “no you didn’t.” “i took homeopathic medicine.” “…you sniffed Vicks and drank orange juice.” “AND I FELT SPIRITUALLY HEALED.” you deadpan. he sniffles. “don’t look at me like that, you judgmental nurse from hell.” you walk over. he backs up into the corner of the couch like you’re holding a weapon. technically you are. grape-flavored and vengeance-infused. “you’re gonna have to sedate me” he whispers. “because I’m not drinking that purple demon piss.” “it’s not even bad...” “then you drink it!!” “I’M NOT THE ONE MAKING DYING GOOSE NOISES IN THEIR SLEEP.” jisung makes a tiny offended gasp, like you just insulted his ancestors “I was wheezing cutely!” “you sounded like a haunted vacuum cleaner.” he slaps a tissue to his chest. “my own lover… turned against me…” you hold up the spoon. he crosses his arms like a gremlin. “no.” you sigh. you text chan. you hold the phone up so jisung can see the message: “if han jisung doesn’t take his meds in 5 minutes, i’m sending you the ‘meow meow sick boy’ compilation i’ve been collecting since 2022.” jisung stares in horror. “you kept archives??” “i am the FBI.” he mutters something about betrayal and capitalism but opens his mouth like a sulky baby bird. you pour the syrup in. he gags like you just poisoned him. “I CAN FEEL MY SOUL DYING” he howls, flailing. “I SEE THE LIGHT.” “that’s the kitchen light, dumbass.” you give him a juice box. he slurps it aggressively. “…i still get cuddles though, right?” “only if you don’t fake your death again.” he nods. “deal.” bonus: later that night, he’s fully passed out on your lap, warm from meds, holding your hand like a teddy bear. you go to grab your phone, and he sleep-mumbles: “…don’t post the meow meow archive… the people can’t know…” you smirk. too late.

felix

you’re standing in the living room, folding towels, living your boring domestic life in peace when you hear the softest, most suspiciously sweet little voice behind you go... “baby…” you already know. your soul leaves your body. you turn. he’s standing there in a hoodie three sizes too big, sleeves covering his hands, blinking like he’s never committed a crime in his life. “…what.” “c’mere” “why?” “just. c’mere.” you blink. you take one step forward. he immediately collapses into your arms. “i’m so tired…” “you slept eleven hours.” “emotionally.” you try to walk but he's wrapped around you like a weighted blanket. “felix i literally can’t fold towels with you hanging off me like a koala” “don’t need towels. need love.” you freeze. “…did you just say that out loud.” “i’m in my soft era.” he looks up at you, full puppy eyes, lips slightly pouty. “can i sit in your lap while you do stuff?” “i'm not a fucking booster seat” he climbs into your lap anyway. man is built like a cat with separation anxiety. “pet me.” “felix” “pet. me.” so now you’re sitting there one-handed folding laundry while your very adult boyfriend purrs into your hoodie and mumbles things like “you smell like safety.” and “you’re my lil mommy bear.” “okay nope. absolutely fucking not.” “my milky wuvy” “I’M GETTING THE SPRAY BOTTLE.” you try to push him off, he clings harder. “if you unlatch me, i’ll cry. real tears. emotional damage. 2007 trauma unlocked.” you freeze. “…why 2007.” “i watched Bridge to Terabithia and i’ve never been the same.” he pulls out the big guns. eyelash flutter. pout. baby voice. “can you scratch my back while i fall asleep and then play with my hair and tell me i’m special and maybe also feed me snacks?” you stare. “…do you wanna be babied or adopted.” “both.” bonus: 30 minutes later, you’re hand-feeding him popcorn on the couch, scratching his back, while he lays across your lap like a little prince. you mutter, “you’re so fucking spoiled.” he smiles sleepily. “and yet… so adorable.” you don't deny that...

seungmin

you walk into the living room with medicine and warm tea, and he doesn’t even look up from the couch. just sniffs dramatically and says, “look who finally decided to check on the dying.” “seungmin. it’s been 6 minutes. i went to boil water.” he shrugs. “a lot can happen in 6 minutes. i could’ve passed away. joined the spirit realm. you wouldn’t even know.” you stare. he stares back, wrapped in the blanket like a bitter old man on his front porch judging the neighborhood. “here” you hand him the tea. “…you think this will fix me?” “it’s ginger and honey.” “oh perfect. can’t wait to taste warm regret.” you sit next to him. he immediately leans just slightly away. “don’t get too close. i’m diseased. like a stray dog” “you’re being dramatic.” “i’m being accurate. my lungs sound like wet socks.” he coughs once. loudly. then looks at you like you personally caused it. “this is what happens when i go outside. i told you. the air is trying to kill me.” “you were at a café for fifteen minutes” “and now i’m paying the price for socializing.” he sips the tea. pauses. “…okay fine. this is kinda nice.” you smirk “wanna cuddle?” he slowly turns to you with a blank stare “…i’m infectious.” “yeah, but you’re also cute.” he scoffs. “disgusting. go date someone with a normal immune system.” you kiss his cheek. he doesn’t react, but his ears go red.he mutters under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear: “…love you too, idiot.” bonus: he wakes up from a nap on your lap, eyes barely open, voice raspy as hell. “did you cheat on me while I was unconscious.” you blink.“…what?” “you were scrolling suspiciously fast.” “i was on pinterest.” “mhm. planning your next relationship, probably.” you snort. “i was looking at soup recipes for you, dumbass.” he pauses.“…did you save any good ones?”

i.n

he’s laying on the bed, flushed, sniffling, and looking like a hot mess. literally. fever at 100.7. eyes glassy. shirtless. blanket only covering one leg for some reason. he sees you walk in with medicine and a cold compress and immediately grins like a little demon. “baby…” he rasps. “no.” “you don’t even know what I was gonna say.” “you were gonna say something disgusting and then try to kiss me with your sick-ass mouth.” “…okay yeah but in my defense i’m very charming when i’m near death.” you sigh, placing the medicine down. he props himself up, blinking slowly like he’s trying to flirt through actual respiratory distress “come here. i wanna kiss you…” “jeongin you’re going off to blow your nose.” he pouts, genuinely offended. “so what, you don’t wanna make out with your sexy little plague rat of a boyfriend??” “correct.” “wow. coward behavior.” he starts crawling toward you like a zombie but sexy??? his voice drops an octave,still congested, and he gives you his best sultry stare. “c’mon, baby. don’t you wanna… sweat together?” “…what the actual fuck.” you dodge when he leans in to kiss you. he stops mid-air. “did you just. DODGE me.” “yes because you’re sweating and breathing like darth vader and tried to lick my face five seconds ago” “THAT WAS LOVE LANGUAGE” he throws himself back on the bed like you rejected his marriage proposal. “i can’t believe this. rejected in my time of need.” you toss him the cold compress “cool your horny little forehead.” he mumbles under his breath while placing it on his face“if i die tomorrow, just know it was the heartbreak that got me, not the virus.” bonus: you go to check if he fell asleep. he lifts the compress just enough to say: “you still think i’m hot though, right?” you raise a brow. “…sick hot.” he smirks. “i’ll take it.”

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DISCLAIMER : This blog and all related content (fics, fake texts, headcanons, imagines, etc.) are entirely fictional and created for entertainment purposes only. I do not know Stray Kids personally, nor do I claim any of this reflects their real personalities, actions, or relationships. All characters and their personalities—including Meena King—are original creations.Please enjoy responsibly and remember : real people = real boundaries.

[melodic-haze]

i absolutely ate up that robin and dragon reader drabble you wrote it so good😥😥😥

thoughts on chiori and dragon reader :33

Haha.hahahaahahAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAH oh my god I have Quite A Few 😊

Chiori's comparably shorter than Robin imo sooooo uughghththt just lifting her up and witnessing the clear size difference would be. Oh God CHEF'S KISS HELLO.......Bonus points if you lift her up with your tail

SHUT UP OH MU GOD OMG Wait. YOU KNOW WHAT. L. Lifting her up to have her sit on your shoulders and hold her so close as you eat her out and let your long, thick tongue penetrate her DEEP 😊😊 and reach spots that no human could ever reach. You could RUIN her, rendering her completely mindless as your tongue snakes in and hits certain spots inside her so precisely that it has her shakingly unsteady.......but it's alright bc YOU have a hold on her—wouldn't wanna drop your favourite meal, would you?

Tbh if she ever goes and starts talking and being a bit of a brat, which she probably would bc let's face it gang it's Chiori why WOULDN'T she, you could always use that same tongue to shut her up by yk.....shoving it inside her mouth, making her gag and remember full well who actually 🫶🫶🫶 holds the power between you in such a situation (SPOILERS IT'S NOT HER) (spoilers it technically IS her but she's prob the one who asked for such rough treatment beforehand to destress so)

Ohhhhman just imagine her in some classy, sexy lingerie that she personally designed for both comfort and fashion........and you just Damage it, rip it off her literally cuz you're way too impatent, everything. Usually she'd chew you out bc that's her fucking HARD WORK YOU FUCKED UP JUST NOW but there's Something in your gaze and your demeanour that just seems so primal that her mouth clenches shut as she shudders, the anticipation of being disciplined and ravaged by such a beast making her so wet and delectable

(Ofc if you EVER dare mention it in public, not only will you get denied but you will be thwacked by one of her dolls and ignored for the rest of the day 🤷‍♀️)

[harlotistic]

!!navi!!

☆.vomitz (rbs/queue)//writes (fics)//thirsts (drabbles)//recent

@harlotistic-side (fic rbs) // @harlotistic-asks (asks) // ao3

!!will-not-write!!

underaged, scat (shit), farts, beastiality, tba

!!Resident Evil Masterlist!!

Leon S. Kennedy

journey to salvation (dead dove)

america's top model: how to (dead dove)

human nature (dead dove)

fucking your demons literally (dead dove)

penance of an ex-rockstar (one // two // -) (dead dove)

riding my lovesick best friend to tears (dead dove)

sitting on my step-uncle's lap (dead dove)

nothing more, nothing less

new beginnings (requested)

the scars we bear // pieces of a whole // bonus

high in denial

one-sided hate with the rookie // don't dish what you can't take

Carlos Oliveira

in bunny we t(h)rust (dead dove)

the knight's confession // where lillies grow

Chris Redfield

migraine solution for freaks (requested)

stepdad punishes slutty stepdaughter (one // -) (dead dove)

to kill a heart (requested)

marriage made easy // what comes after

Others

hazing turned bonding (sorority au) (dead dove)

bewitching the perfect pet (dead dove)

always the bridesmaid, never the bride

the regular's special (hooter's au)

!!Love and Deepspace Masterlist!!

Zayne

dad's helping hand (dead dove)

little bro/bestie!zayne x pierced nipple!reader (dead dove)

older bro!zayne playing doctor (dead dove)

somno with zayne (dead dove)

#1 puppygirl dad

Sylus

lamb to the slaughter (dead dove)

dad!sylus drabbles (1) (2) (3) (4) (dead dove)

Xavier

technically still lovers (dead dove)

Rafayel

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Caleb

source: trust me, sis (dead dove)

Others

guns and sweet promises (caleb and sylus + gunplay)

two for one deal (caleb and xavier + double vag)

older bro!xavier and bestie!zayne duo

age gap + pet play + dub con drabble (all) (dead dove)

the prettiest shade (all lads men + 'lipgloss')

muscle mommies hcs (all lads men + muscular reader)

fujoshi cucks unite! (1) (2)

!!Misc Masterlist!!

older!nanami ageplay drabble (1) (2) (dead dove)

[beanmachine69]

Melting | Sebastian Vettel

Ferrari!Seb is literally my husband so here's a little fluffy drabble about him. Can you tell I don't like the summer?

(Implied smut, nothing too intense)

(picture credits to user sloane on Pinterest!)

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"I'm going to have a heat stroke." You huffed, annoyed at the weather.

You slumped on the couch with a loud thud, sunglasses and purse still in hand, shoes carelessly kicked around the hallway. Your dress was clinging onto you, and the house felt a tad too warm too, sure it was better than the oven you just stepped in from, but you still felt hot.

Opening your eyes after a few moments of cooling down, you looked around for your husband. Where did he go? You were just about to get up to look for him when he emerged from the kitchen, a smile plastered on his slightly damp face, two icecream bowls carefully balanced in his hands.

The sight in itself was adorable, and you couldn't help but smile. The icecream was a bonus to the cheery expression he had as he sat down on the couch next to you, handing you a bowl- the coldness of which was welcome by your sweaty hands. He adjusted himself to be closer to you as the two of you sat in silence on the couch, cooling down.

"Can I ask you something?", You asked, breaking the silence.

"I've already told you, I'll find a way to love you even as a worm." Sebastian replied, barely missing a beat.

"Oh shutup," You laughed as you gently hit his arm, which had snaked around your shoulder. "I was going to ask if you wanted to try something new."

At this point, the heat that had gotten to your head had given you the confidence required to ask the question. However, the heat cooled down pretty fast the moment you uttered the words, and you couldn't look up from your icecream. You and Sebastian were pretty vocal about your preferences in the bedroom and overtime you two had learned each other well enough- so technically, you didn't need to be blushing or hesitating this much anyways. You were just asking your husband to try something new in bed because you saw it online.

You definitely didn't need to look up to know that not only had Sebastian finished his icecream and was staring directly at you, but his face had also adorned his signature smirk. God, it was impossible to look at him at that moment without wanting to bury your face in his chest and just hide from those bright eyes. You already knew the jokes he'd say and all the teasing that would result from the question.

He nudged you a little, and you knew if you'd look up, you'd see that ridiculous smirk and that silly little shimmer in his eyes that indicated he was going to tease you.

"What's the matter?", You could practically hear his lips being tugged upwards, "Can't finish your request?" He asked. God, the cockiness never died with him.

"It's nothing." You mumbled, praying to God for a distraction so you wouldn't need to look up at him and talk to him.

You two had had these conversations before, you were a married couple, you knew your preferences and you two had tried several new things because of conversations like these. But somehow, right now, you couldn't get your mouth to open. All the effort you were using to talk seemed to be reallocating itself into blood that made your cheeks red. It was infuriating, you wanted to talk to him, he was your husband for crying out loud.

"Oh, don't back away now." He cooed, leaning closer to kiss your cheek, his stubble brushing against the soft skin. He placed the empty bowl down, freeing his other hand to creep around you.

"Seb, cut it out, its nothing." You mumbled, turning your face. Maybe the heat had rewired your brain, because you really did want to tell him, but you just couldn't. You almost hoped he'd just read your mind and get this interaction over with already.

You heard him chuckle, as his other arm wrapped around you, turning you to face him entirely. His blue eyes locked in with yours and you couldn't help the blush that had probably turned you entirely red by now.

"Oh baby, you weren't even this red in the sun." He teased, pushing you back, making you lay flat on the couch, caged under his arms, with your icecream bowl still in your hands. "You wanna try something naughty, don't you?"

Suddenly, everything was more eye-catching than your husbands' piercing blue eyes. Not wanting to be teased any further, you hummed an acknowledgement, which didn't seem to satisfy him. He brought his face even closer to yours, to the point where you could practically feel his lips mere millimetres away from yours. At this proximity, there wasn't much else to look at apart from those stupid eyes you fell in love with in the first place.

"That's my good girl." He smiled, knowing you had nowhere else to go, and definitely no where else to see. "Now, what was it that you wanted to try?"

After not hearing a response for a few moments, he decided to take matters into his own hands. He knew you were too shy now, all of a sudden, to say something, so he pieced it together himself. He was a smart man, and even smarter when it came to satisfying you. It was only when he did piece it together did that silly, devilish smirk find it's way back to his face.

He leaned in for a kiss, which you gladly accepted, bringing your hands to his face- leaving the half empty icecream bowl on your stomach. You felt him put his weight on one arm as the other moved towards your torso. He reached directly for the icecream in the bowl, hooking two fingers in the semi-solid contents, scooping it out and bringing it to your neck.

The sudden shock of cold startled you momentarily, making you gasp into the kiss. He placed the icecream in the dip in the middle of your collarbone, pulling away from the kiss and licking the icecream on your neck, inadvertently sending chills down your spine. You gasped his name out as his beard made contact with your soft skin and his lips began sucking the area where the icecream was.

"Is this something my baby wanted?" He asked, momentarily detaching his lips from your neck.

You nodded an eager response, making him smirk in your neck. Pulling his face back up to yours, he gave you a soft kiss before looking at you. God, he looked so good on top of you like this- even after all this time, he managed to make you blush and swoon like you would the first time you met him.

"Do you wanna take this to the bedroom?" He asked, knowing your answer already.

You blushed a bit as a smiled crept onto your lips. You nodded a yes, leaning up to peck him again. You were so glad he'd manage to figure out what you couldn't say, because frankly- given your state- you weren't sure if you would have been able to ever string that sentence out anyways. You were incredibly close to him, but sometimes he just had that stupid effect on you that left you smiling, giggling and blushing like a schoolgirl.

You knew there was going to be plenty of teasing in the future, but in that moment, it seemed so worth it.

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A/N: i love seb so much, he makes me giggle sm. truly the love of my life, light of my eyes. I'm quite surprised I haven't written more about him.

As usual, send in requests or criticism, both would be appreciated! :)

[yourneighborhoodneighbor]

My DPxDC works

DPxDC:

super cool ghost ice mega slide AO3 bonus unrelated snow LBM drawing - fun in the snow, danny cass and duke, oneshot

and you're always free to begin again ch2, ch3, ch4, ch5, AO3 - twin danny and damian, multichap, incomplete

of clones and time bullshittery - complete multichap, danny&tim clonery, co-authored with Bewitched_Forest

+Who are these people in your house?! -There's people in my house?! (on tumblr as well)- feral detective tim is baffled and excited by weird amity park, oneshot

Danny's Winter Holiday - oneshot, the batfam tries to make danny happy

The Danny Test - part one of a series (i hope), oneshot, jack and bruce are long lost twins

Ten Broken Ornaments - oneshot, LBM shenanigans

The Bat and the Parental Mad Scientists - oneshot, the fentons ask batman for help in getting back their children

Wing Ficlets - three short stories, one DC, one DPxDC, one DP

A New Pup - multichap, cute omegaverse with O!bruce and pup!danny. technically wip but it's plotless, so

Brothers In Pranks - co-written with art-lokiitama, wip, crack treated seriously, danny&damian shenanigans

Clark's Favourite Pod - one-shot, mer!au, batfam

Cookies and Condensed Ectoplasm - danny-jason brothery stuff, oneshot

👁️👄👁️ - crack poem, LBM and tim (yes that's the title)

Adrift - demon twins, twins and bruce are ships, crack oneshot

Filling Flowers - oneshot, batfam adopt danny, non-romantic soulbonds

Blooming On Your Skin - spirit halloween, soulmate au, oneshot

The Secret Is In The Cape - omegaverse drabble, superbat, adopted danny

Shadow Behind (Brother Beside) - multichap, demon tiwns, part of DPxDC big bang, has art here and here

Phantom Friends - podfic, batfam meets danny 5+1 style. done for podtogether 2024

Unexpected - oneshot, mer au, fluff, bruce adopts danny, good!vlad

El Cadejo - oneshot, cadejo!danny, adopted by the batfam, h/c. for the DPxDC Worlds Collide zine (zine here)

A Piece Of Himself - NSFW, dead serious, soft, damian paints on danny. for the DPxDC Worlds Collide zine (zine here)

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general works masterlist

[quinloki]

Celebrating 1 year and 1k followers

Thank you so very much to everyone who has decided to follow me. I appreciate your enjoyment of my work, especially since I have no set schedule and a dozen open WIPs. Here's to another year:

and I'll not forget you.

Submissions are accepted from 1-1-2024 to 1-14-2024

One-shots will be posted from the 15th til the 31st

*all dates are based off East Coast USA, but I'll accept a day in either direction <3*

(Pending Host Club AU Drabbles will be posted between the 1st and the 14th. Grief was not kind to me at the end of the year, but I want to do as many of those as I can over the next two weeks.)

Rules for submitting a request for this event!

Anon is allowed! Character ages are irrelevant.

Reader vibes are appreciated: afab or amab + pronouns is enough.

Choose a One Piece Character OR a Crew. A singular Character may result in a more intimate piece, choosing a crew may result in a more platonic vibe.

Finally, include ONE of the following phrases:

~ Sweet ~ Semi-Sweet ~ Bitter-Sweet ~ Bitter

And that's it - that's all you need. Below is an example =D

Hi Q, I'd love an amab she/her reader with Sir Crocodile, and make it Bitter please!

That's the minimum I need =3

Bonus: Select an AU \o/ If you want, and you do not have to, you can select the Universe for the backdrop of the piece. You can specify Canon, but also any of the AUs I've currently written. If you're not sure what the AU would be technically, just reference the story title.

Please just things *I* have written. I won't use someone else's AU unless I've talked to them about it before hand, and I haven't done that for this event ^_^

Final note, and while final, kind of important - if it hasn't been obvious from the start, the baseline for all these requests are going to be that SOMEONE has amnesia. Be it the reader or a character.

99% it'll be the reader, but if inspiration strikes different, I'll write different.

If inspiration takes a Dark Turn, it'll be tagged accordingly.

Starting off the year with some abrasive angst is a good way to scrub things clean and enjoy the rest of it. Or something. (I've been wanting to write an amnesia-themed series of one-shots for AGES and this is really just an excuse to help facilitate that 😇💖)

May 2024 bring you joy in such abundance as to diminish the pains of years past. And if such is not your fate, then may you have the capacity to be kind to at least one other person, and in so doing, make the world's pain a little less.

[mikkeneko]

Tagged for this one by @veliseraptor! i've not been keeping up with fandom games lately, sorry for that, but here's a thing.

rules: give us the links to your fics with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the fewest words.

Most hits - as Lise did, I knew this one without looking, because it's also my big hit from the MCU days - A Villain State of Mind , the fic I wrote to try to reconcile Loki's Avengers-era motivations and psychological state with Thor I. In retrospect, a futile endeavor, but it seemed to have struck a chord with many people. Since it has over 50,000 more hits than the next fic in that list and I still regularly get comments on it, it seems unlikely this one will ever be displaced.

Second most kudos - technically not one of mine, I wrote a one-scene addition to @cerusee's in this place where we don't have a prayer which places it here. If I skip to the one which is second most kudos of mine, it would be Cover Up the Sun , a sequel to AVSoM. However there's only a 300-kudos gap between this one and yakety sax arrangement for guqin and xiao, so perhaps that one could someday overtake?!

Third most comment (threads) - ONE ELEGANT SOLUTION, my flagship fic for the Dragon Age fandom. This one never achieved the wild successes of my MCU fics, indeed it only had a handful of regular readers but it had 80 chapters -- far and away the most of any fic or even fic series I've written -- so it had plenty of time to accumulate those comments.

Fourth most bookmarks - I do solemnly swear , alas, another MCU fic. Though Immortal Lamb Crusader Way is right under it with less than a 100 bookmark gap, and still getting attention, so it too might possibly overtake someday!

Fifth most words - Rise From Ash at 98k words - sigh - more MCU fics. These are not likely to change in rankings, but it's sandwiched right between (say hello to my) thirty million little friends  and So You Accidentally Kidnapped A Qilin for word count; MDZS ended up being a much more verbose fandom, generally speaking. I didn't write as many fics for MDZS as for other fandoms but the fics are on average a LOT longer.

And as a bonus, least words - technically the top of the list is the Artwork for OES container, but I don't think that really counts, so we'll go with Intoxicating, a Tsubasa fanfic with 250 words. Technically Dragon Age Drabbles might count for the spirit of this one, since that is several unrelated stories each at 100 words exactly that I combined for the sake of not cluttering up my fic page.

Tagging... @cerusee, maybe? @curiosity-killed?

[evertidings]

yes, i meant to post this three days ago. yes, i technically missed [A]'s birthday. and yes, i feel absolutely terrible about it. i've been so so busy lately that i've been losing track of my days and ah, it's horrible. but i managed to whip up a little birthday drabble for my favourite sunshine angel for the occasion, which is below the cut.

enjoy !! and thank you for being so patient with me <3

contrary to Blane’s popular belief, [A] doesn’t actually think their birthday is the greatest holiday to exist. they much prefer Christmas, when they can give out gifts to people as much as they want without hearing complaints about prices. or Halloween—the one day they can wear whatever the hell they want without being violently judged.

when it comes to their birthday, all they truly want is a cake and some birthday wishes. they’re simple like that.

as much as they like to go all out for other people’s birthdays, they’ve never cared much about theirs. of course, constantly reminding people how many days there were left until their birthday was not exactly reflective of this, but deep down, [A] has never cared much. a warm wish from their family and loved ones is all they truly need.

though they can’t deny that the royalty treatment is a bonus.

on this particular birthday, [A] wakes up to a barrage of messages from a variety of people, you included. you’ll see each other at work, but seeing the message on their screen before hearing it in person somehow makes it better.

they insisted on no gifts, but unsurprisingly, you didn’t let up. they arrive at work to see a latte in your hand and a carefully gift-wrapped box, both extended to [A] with warm eyes.

friends drop off gifts throughout the day. Blane hands them a card that says “happy birthday. you’re one year closer to dying” and a gift card. [N] beams at them when they reveal their gift—a video game [A] had been wanting for months. [K] tells them they’ll give them their gift after work and Rylan sends a giant paragraph with dozens of emojis to make up for the warlock’s lack of enthusiasm, promising they’ll also give their gift later.

having hosted many surprise parties themself, they could see one coming from a mile away. but when they opened their apartment door that night to a dozen balloons, streamers, a three-layered cake that [K] baked and [N]’s dog Radar bounding up to them with his tongue out and tail wagging, all [A] could do was smile.

[whump-writings]

Since you asked!

A Whumper kidnaps a Whumpee to use as bait to lure Caretaker into a trap. Bonus if Whumpee is bound and gagged when Caretaker finds them!!!

-- @whumperofworlds

Ace is not canonically dead. This was just a drabble me and my boyfriend did ^^ (also technically its whumpee being lead into the trap be we can ignore that)

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The room was quiet. Luis didn't know where he was or really how he got there. All he remembered was waking up to a rat crawling over his foot, as he was being tied to some chair.

He blacked out again (he assumes he was hit over the head), only to wake up fully tied down to the chair in under him, duck tape all over his lower jaw making any attempt at talking impossible.

What made it worse was the strange man behind him, leaned against the back of the chair and fiddling with some kind of fabric he could see.

After what felt like hours of sitting in silence, his body aching in pain, the creak of a door opening could be heard.

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Seek sprinted down the hall of the old science lab, turning to the door that was propped open with a brick and running inside the room.

He skid to a halt at the sight of his boyfriend tied up, looking confused and panicked. He was wearing a clean blue suit, a color he absolutely despised, and his face was peppered with cuts and patches of grime and dirt.

What was worse, though, was the man standing behind Luis. In his hands was a small white drawstring bag, a bit of red staining the bottom.

“Sir…” seeks voice was dry as he addressed mystery.

“Ah seek, long time no see, catch.” he tossed the bag to seek, which seek caught.

He looked it over, turning it around in his hands. “What is this?”

"why it's in your hands, take a look for yourself" he squatted beside luis, resting a hand on his shoulder and making sure he stared directly to seek.

Seek slowly pulled the bag open. Inside was,

Inside was a beautiful ring, with a intricate goat carving in it, two beautiful red gems for the eyes,

And a human finger.

"Call it a parting gift,” he lazily smiled, “it being one of the many parts of him you'll be receiving until my demands are met.”

Seek doesn't look up from the sight. He's quiet for a long moment. “What.. What are your demands?”

"Ace, seek, ace, you've denied me and yourself this for too long,” mystery sighs and shakes his head, “I mean for Pete sake seek nine fingered nandy here was supposed to be let go ages ago, yet you completely disregarded everything I had set out for you to do"

"you keep saying you'll be obedient and then you go right fucking behind my back" 

“Sir I'm going to do it I promise I-Ill kill ace-” Seek takes two small steps forward, not even realizing in his panic.

A hand with claw like edges grabs Luis by the hair.

"One step closer and we'll see how big his brain really is.” he slightly loosens his grip, “Look seek it's gotten to the point where you're losing your entertainment value, it's tired, your betrayals and misgivings, with all the chances i've given you?” he shakes his head, making eye contact the whole time.

“No more chances seek, no more games, keep your cards close to heart and hand your aces over to me, we're done playing."

Tears run down Luis’s face as he screams at Seek. Muffled by the duct tape, Seek could only assume what his love might be saying. Begging for help? For Seek not to hurt Ace, or something else Seek wasn't aware of.

“I-I’m sorry sir. I'm sorry.” he looks at Luis for a moment, his eyes betraying all his fear and regret he had, then looks back at mystery. “I’ll do it right away.”

"No talk, no nothing, hes to be killed without remorse, expect more gifts within the next thirteen hours if it is not completed,” Mystery lets go of Luis’s hair to make a shoo motion, “now do leave my sight before Luis loses anything else."

Seek looks at Luis one last time, his eyes shining with tears, before he shifts into the ground to leave, the white draw bag simply laid on the floor.

[daily-rayless]

AO3 Wrapped: Writer Edition

Got the idea to do this from @deemoyza

Words written this year: 25500

Works written this year: I wrote four fics this year, though two of them came pretty late and haven't been posted yet: "After the First Time" (Aerith, Final Fantasy 7), "Tenuto" (Tales of the Abyss -- I'm counting it as one fic because it's a drabble collection), "Matter Recollected" (Fate, we'll see about that title), and "Mother Paws" (Narnia, we'll also see about that title). (Other fics I posted this year had been written earlier.)

Work Most Proud of: "Matter Recollected". Most of the word count comes from that one, but it was an attempt to tell a bigg-ish story in a short-ish amount of space. I think I did pretty well establishing scenes and the characters' circumstances, then letting them stew in their own angsty juices for a while.

Work with Most Hits: Between the two that have been posted, definitely "After the First Time". FF7 is a much bigger fandom than Abyss.

Fav title: "Tenuto" gave me so much trouble, trying to find something to unite ten drabbles, so I fell back on music (appropriate for Abyss), and the fact that ten is there in the word was a bonus.

Pairing You Wrote the Most For: None of the pairings overlap, though the ArcherHakuno (technically ShirouHakuno) "Matter Recollected" is the longest, so we'll say that.

What Work was the Quickest To Write: "Mother Paws". I was thinking about Narnia while I was exercising (sure, that's a thing that happens) and ideas started leaping out of my brain; so I stopped what I was doing and hammered it out in thirty, maybe forty minutes.

What Work Took You Longest To Write: "Matter Recollected" took about a month, in forty-ish minute bursts every night. "Tenuto" also took a fair bit of time in the editing stage, getting the drabbles down to 100 words.

How Many WIPS do you have for next year: No first drafts. Things are being edited, though, right until they're posted, so we can count stuff from The Muse Trilogy there. Still wondering if I should even post the earlier Fate stuff, and I have one outstanding Abyss fic from a few years ago I might post.

Longest Work of the Year: "Matter Recollected" at 21100 words.

Shortest Work of the Year: "Tenuto" at 1000 words.

Fav character to Write: I really enjoyed dipping into different povs for "Tenuto", including characters I'd never really touched before. But if I'm honest, I love writing for Hakuno, my impression of her as a character is still developing, and she's just a lot of fun. So we'll say Hakuno.

Which work of yours have you re-read the most: Maybe "Tenuto"? Editing was all about repeated whittling.

Total Kudos this Year: 55. (Most of that is for Aerith.)

Total Hits This Year: 497. (Ditto!)

Total Bookmarks This Year: 6

Total Subscriptions This Year: 0

What Do You Listen To While Writing: I tend to listen to my music on shuffle. In most cases, having lyrics doesn't bother me, and I listen to a lot of folk and piano pop, so it tends not to be very intrusive to start with. It definitely helps mentally separate me into a writing mindset.

Fav line or passage: I don't know if I have a favorite, but I like this one: She watches Cloud walking ahead of her, turning to say something quiet to Tifa. She has to pull away from him now. But in the days that follow, she doesn't. Maybe she can't, but she suspects she merely doesn't. She did, after all, warn Cloud that the only thing she was really good at is giving up. Because she knows she'll probably die, and the Whispers still cluster around her and take from her, and the Lifestream, as beautiful as it is, doesn't have the same tenderness of being alive.

[cotillion-the-rope]

Shade Lord Ghost Drabbles: A Personal Vendetta

Summary: Like...what if a bug wanders into Dirtmouth/Hallownest who had some connection to it (such as a family member who stayed and was lost to the infection), resulting in an axe to grind with a certain pale worm Well basically he rolls into town and drunkenly or perhaps after questioning starts just going OFF about how he's gonna do this and that to "that good for nothing God that runs this place!" So everyone is like "oh crap...." until he reveals he's talking about Pale King (who he doesn't realize is dead). Cue the inevitable awkward "Bub...you ain't been around here in a while have you?" Moment.

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It had been Great-Grandma Lui who’d been wronged, losing the love of her life. Grandma too technically, losing her other mother, but she’d been so young she reportedly barely recalled it. So it was old news, few in the family cared much. Grandma Lui never forgot though, nor did she forget her vow of vengeance. A vow she’d never gotten to fulfill. Which was why it fell on Lui to carry not only her name but also her vow.

Finding Hallownest had been the hardest part. It had seemingly vanished off the map until recently. Something big had apparently happened. Lui didn’t care what, only that whatever it was had made finally finding the damn place much easier.

After how long he’d been searching, upon finally entering it, the above ground town was… disappointing. Everything about it and its inhabitants just seemed so normal as they went about their day, barely even sparing Lui much of a glance. This didn’t seem like the site of a conflict between powerful gods; it was far too peaceful. Did that mean that one of them, either the Pale Wyrm or the Radiance had fully won? Utterly snuffing out the other for good. … Probably, right? The big thing that had brought attention back to the town had to have been that final battle.

Which one had won though? It didn’t matter much of course. Their conflict had been what caused Great-Grandma Jani’ death and therefore both needed to die. So half of Lui’s job had already been done for him. A bit disappointing he didn’t get to take down both himself but killing one god would surely be easier than killing two anyway. Knowing which one was left would be helpful in finding them.

Slowing to a stop, he scanned the town. ‘Dirtmouth’ was what one of the earlier signs had called it. The entrance to Hallownest proper would probably be that well over there – the main entrance to many burrow kingdoms looked similar. Standing not too far from it, next to a currently empty bench, stood an elderly bug. A common beetle, hunched over slightly with age. The exact kind of person who both the Pale Wyrm and Radiance would have no use for and thus he would be one step above being a full blown outcast. Surely he’d appreciate a savior.

Lui marched right up to him. “I’m here to kill the good for nothing god that’s in charge of this place. There’s no need to thank me of course. Though if you would like, feel free to do so once the job is done. Do be aware though that it’s a personal vendetta, saving you and your pals from the tyrant is merely a secondary bonus.”

Instead of thanking Lui or cowardly trying to defend a god that didn’t care about him, the old bug just stared him for a few seconds before finally responding. “A personal vendetta?”

“Yes. My great-grandma died as result of that god’s actions. My other great-grandma vowed vengeance but due to family obligations never got her chance to enact it before old age and then death made doing so impossible. In honor of her memory, I’ve come to finally do so.”

“Well… I suppose that’s certainly possible. In their younger days, they might’ve been less discerning with their violence or perhaps, it was a tragic accident. You didn’t say ‘kill’ after all. However, I’m not sure trying to kill them to fulfill an old grudge is wise.”

Far from the first time Lui had been told that. “I assure you it is. And I intend to kill that wretched Wyrm even if it’s the last thing I do on this mortal coil.” Great-Grandma Lui had said, when asked, if either were to win it would likely be the Pale Wyrm as he’d apparently been working on something big and super secret when she’d fled. But if it was the Radiance, Lui could pretend he’d said ‘worm’ as an insult and thus his ignorance of the exact situation wouldn’t be revealed.

The old bug was silent for another beat or two. Perhaps he wasn’t very smart or was going senile, meaning talking to him might’ve been a mistake. But he did finally speak up. “Oh, I think I understand now. But well, you’re a bit late. The Wyrm’s already dead, the Radiance too. The god currently in charge of Hallownest is known as the Shade Lord.”

“What?” Lui sounded like a fool, confused and idiotic. But how could both be dead? He’d never heard of the Shade Lord before and it certainly wasn’t an alternate name that could be use to describe either god as both were associated with light.

“You’re um, a bit too late on fulfilling your grandma’s vengeance vow. To be fair, the line for those wanting vengeance against those two was probably quite long, based off what I’ve heard about how they ran Hallownest.

“So that means…” Lui trailed off because voicing that his entire life having been spent towards this plan was a waste of a life because he’d arrived ‘too late’ would’ve made it too real.

“Sorry. But, you can meet Ghost if you’d like. They’re a bit frightening at first in their new god form. Trust me, they have me quite the scare when raising out of that well. But once you get used to them, they’re friendly.”

Lui turned and walked away. He’d asked other people because surely that couldn’t be true. The old bug was senile. All the time spent on the journey here and preparing to kill a god or even gods hadn’t been for nothing. Such surely couldn’t be the case… could it?

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Got Raphs smutty idea for a short fic after waking up and maybe you will be interested in hearing it 👁🫦👁

Raph shows up in readers house to make a deal with her but this time not a soul or at least not hers and when she asks what he wants he says 'your firstborn'

He needs loyalty and the best way to get someone loyal is to raise them like they're his personal lapdogs, train them well.

BUT they thought about the deal in different ways

and then she said.to him 'when do you want to do it sire? b-but i never did it before

(the easiest thing o could think of for her to being so despite is: her noble family sold her a a wife to some old creep and even devil lools like an better option, but she doesn't know it yet. Raph.can be quite overprotective and obsessed woth his toys

him: eXcUse mE?

her: i-im a virgin my lord

him: i thought you gonna to give me this child from.your mortal husb..ah nevermind.

especially valuable)

Y'know, that's sort of why I personally imagine he targets kids like Mol when it suits him. It's much easier to shape someone small into being loyal to you than have to prove yourself to a grown person with life experience and actually earn that trust/loyalty.

It's a fun idea :) I may do something like a one-shot/drabble with it. Although I do sort of wonder what he'd do with it. He's a cambion himself and even despite being the son of Mephistopheles is seen as "lesser" for it. Someone with even more diluted blood... well what use are they to him?

I don't even think Raphael is the type to want children, in my headcanon at least. Pretty sure he'd dropkick the kid into the sun rather than risk them doing to him what he's been trying to do to his father for heck knows how long. He's not mortal, he doesn't technically need a successor; having a child opens up the possibility of being replaced. He doesn't have to worry about that with younger beings he ensnares into trust (once again, like Mol.)

But for shits and giggles? Just to get a soul to throw to his soul pillars eventually? Why the fuck not, I can see this walking con be like aight let's do it, but sign on the dotted line first lol. Bonus points, he gets to indulge in his corruption kick lol.