#this was such a joy to write honestly

[mrghostrat]

Aziraphale paused when his eyes fell on the drink in his hand. He stared at it. The golden blond wine refracted through the glass and cast a halo of yellow light over his table setting. He frowned. “I’m sorry,” he sputtered at Crowley. “Did you just—” [ MON HORRIBLE CHÉRI ]

i may be stuck in housemove limbo but i will drag myself out of the grave for these cartoomens requests

[simplykorra]

it was everyone but you

[botanautical]

'We all yearn for the woods. That's why every fellow on this island wants to settle down near a tree - just one will do.'

[prince-liest]

F/F Radiostatic where Allie is like “Ah yes, me and Vee seem to be very good friends” and Vee is like clenching her fists so hard her claws are digging into her palms and making her bleed, flashing the pride flag on her screen

(I’m unsure if you’d ever gender-bend Vox, but it was a thought I had which I wanted to drop here lol)

Hahaha, god, yes. I feel like Allie would be so deeply entrenched in compulsory heterosexuality in that "it does not even occur to her that this thing she has with Vee might be gay" kind of way, and meanwhile Vee is just suffering acutely every time Allie acts like they are basically married. It's gonna turn into some "oh, you've never had sex? Let's practice" kind of shit before Allie catches a clue.

Meanwhile Vee is the "married for ten years but 'are you sure she really likes me?'" lesbian except the anxiety is actually 100% validated (and directly caused by) by Allie's...everything.

[wexhappyxfew]

"Hello, love! Could you please write from seeking out physical affection”, specifically comparing hand sizes, holding their hands against each other's, and then just holding hands” Could you also add a kiss on the cheek? For Judy and Rosie.

Tarzan and Jane vibes!

P.S Resending this, because I forgot to say that it is for Judy and Rosie 😆

Love you ❤️

AH HELLO!!!!! thank you so so much for sending this in! both you and @archival-hogwash sent in Judy x Rosie for this AND the same prompt so i hope you *both* enjoy this one!!!! i certainly had a GREAT time writing this, as i haven't done judy x rosie in what feels like AGES!!!!! SO!!! this is probably one of my favorite things for judy and rosie because we really get into their connection on multiple levels, along with their emotions and a piece purely focused on them. i would say this is purely self-indulgent on my part haha! so, i truly hope you enjoy! <3 THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN BOTH OF YOU!! :D

know it's you

(a/n): to the judy x rosie girlies, your joy and support and love for this duo has truly transcended, and so this piece is for you! judy rybinski is an OC i hold incredibly near and dear to my heart and it seems she's made quite the impact as well. plus - her and rosie make my heart melt and there's a whole lot of that here. so please, truly, enjoy! :) definitely love the jane/tarzan vibes in the gifs too hehe - that's so them in ways!!! AND -- to the judy anons earlier talking and asking about judy's past, we see a bit of why that is important to her character right here! ps — there’s some intimacy here but nothing super intense past that! just incase there are some not interested parties!

The barracks were much emptier these days - it still housed the Silver Bullets group, but with them 40% down their normal crew, which was now dispersed halfway across continental Europe, with the other 60% obtaining various positions in the air and on base - quiet was the new normal.

It was an off day and Judy hadn't been one to complain - they'd been doing missions and training relentlessly for days and by this point, to say the exhaustion wasn't getting to her would be a whole other level of lying lunacy. She'd had dinner with the rest of the girls - Dougie joining in beside Carrie because ever since they'd seemed to silently make it official between them, they'd been attached at the hip when they didn't have to be apart.

By that point, everyone else had gone out to the flying club, but Judy wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed and read the rest of Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen - she'd gotten close to the part with the love confession - she could feel it.

Freshly showered, hair nearly dry as it clung to her nightshirt and neck, she sat crossed-legged sideways on her bed, back leaned up against the wall of the barracks, listening to the silent hum of all the bugs outside, the crackle of voices somewhere in the distance and the hum of the lantern light turned on beside her.

If this was peace, she never wanted to let go of it.

It was almost a weird comfort that reminded her of training days - first getting the group of women together when Birdie had called on a crew. Meeting the girls, hanging out late into their off-day nights, talking, hearing peoples' stories and backgrounds and family history. By that point, Judy had taken to wearing her PT shorts to bed with one of the pale wool button-ups that Birdie had requested for the crew. Now, cuddled with her blanket, her button-up and her book, she was as happy as a damn lark. A gentle knock came from the door.

"You in there, Judy?" the voice called through. The corner of Judy's lip drew upwards.

"Who's asking?" She knew. She always did. She grinned wider.

"Who do you think?" the voice called back, a slight chuckle on their lips.

"I don't know…."Judy called back, "kinda hard to distinguish entirely with a wooden door breaking up the noise." She heard the laugh behind the door and couldn't help but take a split-second to brush her lose strands of hair behind her ears and rub a bit underneath her eyes, hoping the dark circles weren't as big as they had been earlier.

"Am I good to come in?"

"All clear." Judy called back. The door slowly pushed open and Judy couldn't help but feel her heart spin a bit out of control at the sight of Rosie Rosenthal stepping inside, crusher cap perched on his head, layered in his A2 and button-up, that look on his face that was a mixture of soft worry and concern all at once.

"Hi." Judy said, watching as he shut the barrack door behind him, waltzing over towards her with that silent look on his face and lips.

"Hey." he said back, pulling over one of the chairs from a table and placing it beside her cot and settling himself into the chair comfortably before leaning forward, "You doing okay? Didn't see you at the officers' club." She could feel the tension in her shoulders slowly unknotting at his worrying question, watching him peel off the A2 and crusher cap; it only took her a matter of seconds to slowly nod, a small smile on her face as she tilted her head.

"Yes," she said quietly, "just didn't feel up for being out tonight, I'll be honest. What about you though?" Rosie watched her as she let her eyes gently draw over his entire face, taking in each aspect of his eyes, his cheeks, his lips that made her feel all over the place on the inside. He grinned.

"Well, I'm glad you're here then," he said quietly with a nod, "sometimes you need a night away." She grinned. "I was at the officers' club. But, I don't know….didn't feel up for being out tonight. Wanted to come and see what you were up to." Judy let out a laugh and gently closed her book and leaned towards him over her crossed legs with a smile.

"Thanks for joining me then," Judy said, "can't promise to be as much entertainment as Dougie thinking he can dance, but….I can tell some pretty good campfire stories around the potbelly stove, I must admit." Rosie chuckled at her words, before looking up at her with a quiet look on his face, blue eyes watching her intently.

Rosie Rosenthal was like that though - he knew there was more behind it. He always did and with the way his mood had shifted, she knew in an instance that he'd been worrying for her longer than just the past hour when he came to see her. He could be in the flying club with the rest of the crews, drinking, having a grand old time, but instead he was here. With her.

"Just you here?" Rosie asked her, a slight tinge of concern in his voice and Judy nodded.

"It's okay," Judy said, looking down at her nails and picking at the edges of them with a shrug, "the other girls needed a night and I just wasn't feeling it. Didn't want them to miss out though. And sometimes just being here is what I need." Judy nodded towards the four usually empty and fresh-made cots. "Sometimes it's like they're here, ya know?"

They glanced towards the footlockers and cots across from Judy - mainly at the end of what was still Lieutenant Bradshaw's cot. Francis generally didn't allow anyone to touch it, open it, hardly even look at it. She always told people that they were coming back - if there was no word on any of the missing members of Silver Bullets or their bodies - they weren't dead. It'd be there until they got back. And Judy always believed Francis, she always did.

Judy couldn't help but feel her emotions wrangle with her heart as she stared at those four lone footlockers, untouched for months, cots forever-made on that last morning they'd been here.

The chair screeched slightly closer and she felt warmth overwhelm her hands, Rosie's large palms taking her small fists into his own hands, the nerves and tension immediately seeming to dissipate. Looking back towards him, she couldn't help but feel a small smile grow on her face, his face inches from her own.

"They're still out there," Rosie whispered quietly, his thumb running circles underneath the knuckles on her left hand, "I know that." Judy slowly nodded, knowing her words would fail her if she tried to talk. Rosie seemed to catch that in a matter of seconds and let out a deep breath.

"Tell me about what you were reading," he said quietly, nearly therapeutically, "that's a good one."

"You've read it?"

"I have." Rosie said, his voice a soothing sound to her ears, "When you have sisters, they convince you to read books like that." Judy gave him a look and he chuckled. "Didn't complain, I promise." Judy laughed lightly, eyes growing soft at his gaze on her as she smiled lazily.

"Mr. Darcy has just confessed his love for Elizabeth Bennet." Judy said quietly, retracting one of her hands to reach up and brush her fingers past some of his lose curls near his forehead, smiling slightly at the chill racing across his body underneath her touch, the way his eyes shut slightly and a small breath left his lips, "I would say it didn't entirely go as planned, but it has been one of my favorite things to read, I must say."

"You think it's a good book so far?" he asked her quietly, and she nodded, hand continuing to slowly careen back and forth over those few curls on his forehead.

"It blows some other books I've read out of the water." she said and she watched as he grinned, his eyes refusing to leave hers as he continued to watch her, the two of them falling into silence.

Watching each other in this quiet way was far more intimate than anything else she'd experienced in life and she hadn't experienced much. Her hand running through his hair, his hands holding her other, inches from each other's faces. Inches.

They each seemed to linger closer to one another, their eyes holding one another's gazes and she found herself welcoming his touch up onto her neck, the warmth making her whole body feel as if it were on fire.

It was always this.

Never touching this way, but still going to an extent before they'd back away. But now, they were alone and it was a warm, spring night and it was different; she wanted to feel something different than grief and loss.

Feeling his fingers grow up her neck towards her cheeks, her eyes shut at his touch; it was a little crazy to think about how close they were, his touch on her neck and face, breath fanning across her face. Maybe this crush wasn't as stupid as she had thought it to be. She was scared to open her eyes that had since closed and look at him, feeling his continual warm breath inches from her lips.

Kiss me, her voice seemed to whisper inside her head, please kiss me. His thumb brushed her warm cheek and she shivered a bit at the touch.

"You're shaking." Rosie whispered, and she shivered again, her heart racing inside her chest. She couldn't look at him. She couldn't do it.

"You make me nervous." she whispered back, her voice sounding light, almost like she was floating. Slowly, she opened her eyes - he was right there. He was so close, staring at her face like she was staring at something holy. His eyes were beautiful so close to her face, deep and caring and full. She had never been touched by someone like him, cared for, held and loved by.

"May I kiss you?" he whispered, his own voice sounding strained, "Please?"

"Please do." she whispered and it was in what felt like milliseconds where she was engulfed by him. His arms wrapped around her back, pulling her into him, his lips pressing earnestly against her own, her body snaking into his lap on the chair and her hands crawling into his hair and messing up those curls that were so perfectly done day in and day out.

Judy melted into him, his hands going up her back into her neckline, her body hot all over the place it felt as he tugged at her bottom lip, a small sigh escaping as she pressed her lips back to his.

It was such a quick-paced and desperate array of kisses - something she had never even experienced in her life. Rosie made a noise at the back of his throat, which made Judy pull back for a second, almost caught off guard - she'd never done this before, what was she even doing - were her hands in the right place? Could she even kiss well enough for it to be worth it? Did it mean anything? For him? For her? For them?

"Hey, you okay?" managed Rosie, trying to catch his breath, his lips a deep red - she realized she'd been sucking a bit on his bottom lip - his cheeks an equally similar color.

"Yeah, yeah," Judy said, her body clinging onto him with her arms and legs latched around his frame, "fine, this….wow."

Words, Judy, words.

It was so intimate to be so close to his face, almost like it was some secret thing no one had ever gotten the pleasure of doing before. She stared at him and watched as he licked his lips and glanced at her lips.

"Just…." Judy started as he watched her, his hands softly clinging to her back, his fingertips sending sparks along the fabric atop her skin, "I…..I've never been like this with someone."

"Like this?" Rosie whispered back, reaching up a hand to clutch at her cheek, brushing her flaming skin and smiling. Judy nodded.

"This….close." Judy whispered, "But for the first time in my life, I trust someone to be like this with." Rosie stared at her, a tender look on his face.

"I feel safe with you." Judy said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. Rosie continued to watch her and then smiled.

"Thank you." he whispered softly back, "I feel safe with you, too." Judy felt her heart skip a beat - multiple beats if anything - and smiled.

Within seconds of such a thing to say, Judy was kissing him, wrapping her body around him, pulling her hands up through his hair, every part of her body feeling her heart continuing to race faster and faster.

There was a deep-seeded need, but gentleness that came with his touch to her lips, the exhaustion of the day ever-present, but the want to feel showing in ways she couldn't quite understand as he deepened the kiss there in front of the fire. He slowly bit at her bottom lip as they parted, the two of them shaking, deep labored breaths escaping their lips as Judy slowly looked upwards towards Rosie, staring at his eyes in the quiet darkness that evaded nearly all the light. Judy's hands slowly moved down from his hair to his olive button-up, her fingertips dancing on the buttons.

"Do it." Rosie whispered, his breathing heavy, "It's yours." Just those words seemed to flip a switch in her head as she slowly, button by button undid both the shirt and him.

As she came to the bottom, his bare chest began to show and she slowly let her hands move towards his shoulders, peeling the fabric from his form, down his arms and to the ground. Her body was on fire, as she looked back up towards him, staring at her with those darkened blue eyes that made her go slightly insane. His hands lingered on her waist, hers on his now bare arms, their bated breath held for a moment as they watched one another.

Every movement made her want more, every look, every touch.

Everything made her live with want. Her hands slowly trailed down to his own hands, which felt like they were equally on fire, and she slowly guided them to the front of her wool button-up.

"Judy…." Rosie whispered. She slowly looked up and met his firm gaze and she sucked in a breath. It was so insanely attractive to her to know he was looking at her like this. She leaned slightly closer, still holding his hands to the buttons and watched his gaze.

"Will you help me?" she whispered.

"Yes." Rosie said, almost without any hesitation and immediately began unbuttoning her top, her heart pounding, the need growing.

As soon as the button on the bottom was undone, the top slid off her shoulders to expose her bare chest - and if she was honest, her rather sorry-excuse of a bra - his lips were pressing on her own and goosebumps danced over her skin at the slightly cool air and his touch. His lips were so gentle and soft, placed there on her own, a distant hunger behind each deepening of touch that made her crave more.

Taking in a shuddering breath, his lips moved to a tender spot on her neck and a small noise in the back of her throat escaped - it was almost so light-hearted as Rosie pulled back and softly tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and chuckled that soft, breathy laugh.

"You okay?" he whispered and she looked to him, a smile on her breathless face as she looked at him.

"Yeah," she whispered shakily, "yeah. Wow." Rosie smiled at her through the darkness before slowly leaning forward and bringing her into another kiss, him biting her lip, a groan from the back of his throat and a whimper from her own mouth.

The slight grind of his body against hers was making it much harder to just focus on him and his lips. He was kissing her neck again, his lips exploring the whole of her neck, arching down to her collarbone as her eyes shut and far too many pleasant thoughts entered her brain. She was unbecoming in front of him, as he clung to her in a God-like way.

Slowly, Rosie shifted, clutching her to him and moving her to the cot, the blanket soft on her back as he laid her there and then pressed down onto her, his larger form a comforting weight there on top of her.

God, if someone walked in now, what would she say?

But, it was Rosie.

With Rosie, she was safe.

Rosie sucked on her neck, before pulling back for a second, his entire body shuttering as he looked towards her and then smiled, hovering overtop of her and softly kissing her forehead.

"You're one of the most beautiful women I've ever met." he whispered softly, eyes honest, almost like he spoke and got choked up in the middle and recovered.

"Thank you." she whispered back, her own throat choking up as she stared at him, the light from the lantern tickling his features, making his face a honey gold.

No one ever had told her such things, touching her and holding her as gently as he had, caring for her like he did. Rosie smiled and then Judy followed, a giggle along with it. Then, they were kissing, their bodies pressed against each other again.

At some point, his lips were on her collarbone and her lips had traversed his face and neck and then they were curled into each other's bodies, as he traced her bare back with a warm finger and she stared at his soft, cuddly face that she planted a kiss to every so often.

Rosie Rosenthal was shy when he wanted to be, but he was nowhere shy about where he wanted to put his hands and mouth.

But in this moment, quiet and intimate, all she could do was watch him.

"I'll admit, I've never been like this with someone," she whispered quietly as his light finger touch sent chills down her spine, "I'm sorry if my kissing didn't offer much." Rosie watched her and then shook his head with a playful scoff, and continued tracing her back.

"Don't say that," Rosie whispered quietly and then brought his lips to her ear, "your lips were reverent."

Judy could feel her body get hot just at his words and slowly turned to look at him as they lied there under the blanket. Her heart pounded as her cheeks grew hot, staring at his devastatingly handsome face watch her right back, like he could see all of her - which in ways, he definitely could.

She leaned forward and captured his lips again in hers, hungrily deepening the kiss, both their lips red and swollen as she bit down tenderly and a groan filled his mouth. She was sinking underneath him as he deepened the kiss against her lips this time. His warm hands were dancing across her bare-skinned chest and eventually reached the waistline of her shorts.

And the second she felt a finger on her waistline, her entire body grew cold and froze. She stopped kissing him, her lips growing shut, her eyes blasted wide-open and her shoulders immediately tense. Rosie pulled back in an instant, his hands on her cheeks gently, his own eyes open above her, worry pooling in his blue eyes as he looked down.

"You okay, Judy?" he whispered quietly, slightly out of breath, "We can stop." Judy looked at him, her eyes suddenly filling with tears she hadn't quite expected.

She didn't want to cry, why was she crying. No, no, no.

"Oh, hey, hey, c'mere." Judy put a hand over her mouth, Rosie coming off the top of her, reaching over the edge of the bed to grab his collared button-up. As tears grew down her cheeks, Rosie gently guided her arms into the long sleeves of his button-up, pulling it overtop her bare shoulders, before slowly buttoning it up, button by button.

"C'mere, Judy." Rosie whispered quietly, positioning himself sitting up against the pillows on the cot, allowing her to curl into his body, head snuggled against his bare chest, comforted by his presence, the scent of his shirt that always smelled like that pleasant cologne he always wore, and the quietness of the world surrounding them, "You okay, Jude?"

Whenever he kept repeating her name, it always brought her back, it allowed her to ground herself and think and keep her mind clear. Because it usually meant he was trying to get through to her and calm her down. And it always worked.

Judy could feel his hand around her waist, his other hand gently brushing through her hair, over and over in the most soothing manner. A mixture of embarrassment and guilt hit her in that moment curled beside him.

Would he think that he'd done something wrong?

Would he not like her because she couldn't do it?

Whatever it really was?

Would he think she was too inexperienced and naive?

Would he-?

"I'm sorry," she whispered out against his chest, the tears continuing to well in her eyes as she let out a shaky breath, "I just….it's me."

"No, no, it's okay," Rosie whispered quietly above her, gently pressing a kiss to her head - she could hear the smile in his voice, "it's okay." Judy snuggled closer into him and let out another shaky sigh.

"I'm not ready," she whispered through tears, "to do that yet. I'm sorry."

"No, no," Rosie said quietly - quickly, "don't apologize. You don't have to apologize to me, okay? Or…better yet, at all. You're ready when you're ready and if it's not yet, that's okay." Judy slowly peaked up at him, red-rimmed eyes, her nose probably getting drippy, looking far less unpleasant than she had earlier.

"Are you sure?" she asked him quietly and he gave her the sweetest smile she'd ever seen.

"I am." he said quietly, reaching up to brush at some tears on her cheeks, "I just want to be with you, Judy, that's all. In anyway I can." Her heart released the tension it had held for a brief moment and she nodded, a small smile peaking out.

"There's that grin," he whispered, pressing another kiss to her forehead this time, "there it is." Judy smiled wider and couldn't help but press closer to him, trying to gain access to every part of him there, curled into him in anyway she could. In a quick second though - she came quickly to the realization of what had just occurred and looked up at him.

Kissing him, kissing Rosie Rosenthal, kissing him the way she had and him kissing her back with just as much desperation as she did to him.

"That was my first kiss." Judy whispered quietly, staring out in front of them, towards where the sun had finally set out that little window, "My first….anything like that."

Maybe Judy should've held off saying that because Rosie froze there beside her, the hand on her hair going still, the hand on her waist tightening. She slowly peaked up at him and saw him watching her, a mixture of worry and concern mixed in his eyes and maybe a slight bit of nervousness that wasn't there before? She sat up a bit, and reached forward with her free hand that wasn't tucked against her body and lightly brushed her fingers against his face, smiling automatically, his own grin growing on his face afterwards.

"I'm…quite honored to be your first, Judy." he said quietly, the nervousness in his voice probably one of the cutest things she'd heard in a while, "Firsts are always special, so…."

"You always make everything special for me, you know that?" she said quietly, tilting her head against him, "That was really special though. Truly." Rosie watched her with that soft grin and she couldn't help but lean forward and press a soft kiss to his lips, the quickness of the familiarity of his lips almost insane to her - that her body could so instantly store in her mind the touch and feel of his lips just like that, his presence, his touch, him. Pulling back slightly, she watched him.

"Even if my first didn't…..go all the way, I guess." she said.

A few years ago, she remembered when all the towns girls would talk about their firsts - she remembered some were even getting married or having their first born! And there'd been Judy, waiting and waiting. Feeling left behind, embarrassed, too quiet not to say anything, too much of an outlier to say that she felt she was behind in the first place.

In her mind, she knew she was being too hard on herself, but it was something about her past few years that did it to her. But Rosie was stopping that and telling her there was no rush - he just wanted to be there. With her. And that was more important than anything.

"It doesn't have to," Rosie said quietly, cupping her cheek and smiling tenderly, "it doesn't need to. It's whatever you want it to be. And to even just….know it's you…." Judy watched him, eyes darting back and forth between his eyes as her cheeks slowly heated, despite the realization she'd been heavily making out with him moments earlier. He'd probably always have that effect on her.

"Know it's me?" she whispered. Rosie smiled, lovingly running his hand back through her hair before coming to dote underneath her chin, raising it up gently and pressing a kiss to her lips.

"Yes." he said quietly.

"What does that mean?" He watched her and grinned again.

"Ask me again in a few months." he whispered back to her, pressing another kiss to her forehead, making her feel all warm and fuzzy. Slowly, he held up his hand and she reached out her own hand to press against his - she giggled.

"Your hand is so big, Rosie, God," she said with a laugh, hearing his chuckle from somewhere above her, "mine is so tiny."

"It's cute." he whispered quietly, clasping his fingers around her hand, holding it there against his chest.

Staring at their intertwined hands against his chest, an aggressive feeling for him suddenly took shape and she realized how quick it was that it was in fact the feeling of genuine love.

Affection.

Adoration.

Love. For someone like him. For every part of him in every way.

Judy looked up at him, meeting his gaze again there in the lantern light and couldn't help it as she leaned towards him and lovingly pressed a kiss to his lips that slowly got deepened and rather emotional and slow and infused with a tenderness that she'd never felt before. It was slow movements, their heads and lips moving in unison, breaking every so often for a collection of air, before connecting again, their noses brushing, bits of laughter escaping every so often. Judy couldn't help but laugh at how ticklish his mustache was against her upper lip. It was all so gentle and peaceful - she had never felt so at peace with someone like this.

"If one of the girls came in now…."Judy whispered, before breaking into a laugh, "I'd probably never live it down." Rosie let out a small chuckle and shook his head against her softly, before pressing another kiss to her lips.

"You're something else, Judy Rybinski," he said quietly, eyes meeting hers again and she couldn't help but swell with emotion, "ever since I met you. Something special."

[confusedlucifer]

that's right, in ten (10) days it's my birthday!! and i would like to kindly ask for your dear attention if you would like to give it <3 things have been really rough this year so far and i just hope that i can catch a break at last. if you'd like to do something cool for the occasion, any sort of well wishes, art or writing of my OCs, buying prints of my art, making a donation to ukrainian armed forces or even just a regular old fashioned blood sacrifice would genuinely mean so much to me :")

[halothanic]

some little fanarts for @wispstalk since his work "idle in their thrones" has absolutely captured me. i'll be so sad when i finish reading, it's been a daily treat for me for the past week or so. i love tanis so much lol, but i just had to draw coradri too!

my bestie @ieillorien got me into TES by osmosis last year and i just haven't been able to get oblivion (OR MARTIN) off my mind, especially their interpretation of it, along with their oc. it's been a true treat swapping gay star-crossed high fantasy love stories (whew, what a mouthful) and i'm so glad they pointed me in the direction of this work. i'm convinced having summits on this stuff is one of the finer things in life and i never take it for granted

[ifindus]

Are you a HetaVision fan?*

Of course! 🤩 I think my favourite entry this year is France's 🥰

[poisonedfate]

I love 2 pls drabble me 😊

okay. hi. hello. it took me SO long (too long, one might say) to write this, but i started thinking about young s1 merthur and ended up writing 1.9k words - very much not just a drabble. hope you don't mind. here it is, under the cut or on ao3:

2. “Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.” (merthur)

ao3

The first time it happened, Merlin had only been Arthur's servant for a handful of days. He was still getting used to the pace of the day and the customs of all that was now his responsibility - and all that wasn't. There's a lot to figure out once you've been thrown into a situation such as this without much warning, which is how Merlin ended up in Arthur's chambers after the prince himself had already gone to sleep. 

It wasn't exactly unusual, after all, he was the one waking Arthur up in the mornings, however, the darkness, the quiet hum of Arthur's breathing, audible, but not at all visible, the stillness of the chambers and the world outside, and the knowledge that Arthur will continue sleeping after he has left the room - that made it different. It was slightly unnerving back then, doing it for the first time, all of it new and yet unlearnt. He had forgotten to take something or put something back - he doesn't quite remember it anymore. Merlin never really strived to be the perfect servant and he figured out fairly quickly that Arthur never truly minded it either, even if he often acted as if the opposite were true. 

Nonetheless, back then he had time to worry about more mundane things, so he had snuck into Arthur's chambers, never intending for the other to find out. Perhaps if he had just been a couple of steps quicker it would've all gone to plan, or perhaps he simply would've come to know of it later, but just as his fingertips had almost reached the door on his way out, Arthur began stirring, freezing Merlin in his tracks. 

He should've kept walking, he would later think, though at the time it seemed as if any slight movement of his would be the thing that gave him away if the prince was to rouse for just a split moment. However, Arthur had been very much asleep then, the very edges of his nightmares seeping through, piercing the silence. His stirs grew more uneasy, whisperspoured from his lips and turned into louder gasps and yells. Merlin knew he had been there for too long, if not by the knots in his stomach, then by his vision adjusting, suddenly colouring Arthur's features just enough so that he could make them out from where he was standing. Arthur's voice continued to grow sharper, but just as it had finally ripped Merlin from his frozen state, the same had surely happened to Arthur's nightmare. They stared at each other for a moment, the prince's eye finding his immediately, gaze weighing him down and marking Merlin still for just one more breath before he could finally move, making his escape. 

Neither of them mentioned it, not the morning after, not the evening that followed, not in the days that kept moving relentlessly. All of it felt helplessly real regardless - Merlin making sure to never enter Arthur's chambers in the cloak of such darkness again, Arthur refusing to so much as rest his eyes when Merlin was still completing his last tasks of the day. For a while, each morning that came Merlin would be met with an already half-woken Arthur. It concerned him, made him restless all on its own, though eventually, much to Merlin's relief, it regressed into a mere memory. 

The other new ways of being seemed less willing to go, but soon Arthur had become so used to Merlin's presence that his refusal to sleep around him, especially after a long day, proved to be more difficult. And so the second time it happened, Merlin had failed to even notice Arthur falling asleep until the others' unsteady breaths prompted him to turn around. He stepped closer, not sure what to do, before realising he should probably leave instead if his previous experience was anything to go by. There must've been some hesitation in his movement, clearly not having learnt his lesson to its full extent, giving Arthur the opportunity to grab at his wrist. Merlin almost jumped out of his skin at that, his fight or flight kicking in at full speed, but the breaking point never came, he stayed where he was, how he was. Arthur's eyes didn't shoot open like he expected them to either, there was no pull and no push, only a slight tightening of Arthur's fingers around his wrist. Merlin had been ready to swear he saw the prince open his eyes just so, as he stared at his twisted features, not that it would've mattered, he had already decided to stay until Arthur's grasp on him weakened and the furrow of his brow moulded into something peaceful once more. And so he had. 

From that point on, it became somewhat routine for them - Arthur would fall asleep (or pretend to, Merlin never was quite sure) and he would move closer, just within reach, a wordless offer trapped between them. It wouldn't happen every day, Arthur accepting said offer, but often enough that Merlin expected it, even grew to know the different intensities of the other's nightmares, when they were tame and when they were less so - though none of them entirely as bad as that very first one. 

He never gave much thought as to if it would ever change and perhaps it would've been a waste of time to do so, the two of them not yet fully settled, not yet known and familiar in full, still shifting and changing. A rainy day had come then, some time later, and Merlin knew the nightmares would be on the worse side of things, so much so that he had hung around for longer than needed after Arthur's expression had already settled. Clearly, it hadn't been enough, though, the hold on his wrist tightening once more as he bid Arthur a final good night, his fingers of the same hand Arthur held grazing the prince's, something he had mindlessly begun doing right before leaving, something Arthur had perhaps noticed. 

"Stay," Arthur whispered, quiet and barely there and only for the two of them, not even reaching all corners of his chambers. 

Merlin had been unsure of what more he could do besides offer up his wrist, standing there, letting time pass slower, letting himself simply remain there for longer until his legs grew as heavy as his eyelids. A pull on his wrist, not quite strong enough to move him anywhere, gave him a clue, and he placed himself on the edge of the bed. Arthur moved to rest his forehead against his leg and Merlin could only judge by his breathing then, whether or not he had escaped the worst of it, whether he had finally fallen asleep. Good thing it was a part of Arthur he knew almost better than all else. 

A lot changed and a lot stayed the same thereafter, but Merlin could never keep from wondering, could never stop the imaginings of what happens after he leaves. He did his best to give Arthur back his rest, too familiar with his own haunted nights, ones that seemed to lessen, too, since their little version of existing through them had changed. But what then? One does not simply expel all ghosts just by being lulled to sleep. As with all else, Merlin could feel certain shifts, could swear on certain truths being as real as the look he and Arthur had exchanged that first night. The feelings were rare and few, even more so than the moments spent with Arthur at the shore of long nights, but the phantom fingers round his wrist felt heavy even from his own corner of promised solitude. And he just knew it had to be bad, that some nights were filled with bad dreams, no matter how long Merlin had stayed. 

The sense of it nagged at him more and more, until it had him waking from his own dreams, sitting up between the mess of his sheets, Arthur's cries echoing through his head. Merlin decided it was enough, that they had moved way past the "do not enter his chambers in the middle of the night again" thing by now. 

There was no number or count he could assign to this particular night, he thought, so many of them had come and gone,he lost track. But although he couldn't pinpoint the time, it didn't really matter, as it felt more like that first encounter rather than all the rest. As soon as he entered Arthur's chambers memories came flooding in - it was worse, it was louder, it was darker. They never talked of the dreams and so Merlin never knew what chased Arthur once his eyes fell shut and what clawed at his insides once his body grew still. He didn't know, yet he knew enough. 

Merlin didn't freeze this time, heading straight for Arthur. The prince had curled into himself on the right side of his bed, so Merlin sat on the left, crosslegged and facing the other. He usually let Arthur do as he pleased - he had quickly learnt that the blond avoided anything that could be seen as more personal or emotional if he could help it, all except their quiet late-night agreements. Merlin wasn't as bothered himself and so he let Arthur choose the way it would go, but now it was his turn - Arthur wasn't going to latch on to him, saving himself for deep waters, he was already drowning, Merlin needed to pull him out. 

In the interest of caution, he placed his hand softly on Arthur's shoulder first, shaking him slightly once there was no reaction, though nothing came of it regardless. The sweat-sticky hair on Arthur's forehead distracted him for one breath in and one breath out. Merlin's eyes felt foggy, with not a trace of tears, somewhat scarlet, too far, too close. He grabbed atArthur's shoulder more forcefully, rolling him over so that his head was in Merlin's lap. The hope was to wake him before the nightmare could do it, but the flutter of his eyelids was accompanied by staggering gasps anyway. Arthur's eyes rounded the room twice before landing on Merlin, unmoving, still, and as dark as he could imagine them getting. For a moment, it didn't even seem as if he was breathing anymore.

"You're here."

"I am."

"You," Arthur tried, chocked and not at all like him, "they-,"

“Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”

The other closed his eyes, squeezing them so tight it almost made Merlin flinch. He didn't dare to move once they were open again, searching for something in Merlin's features, unsure if Arthur was hoping to find something or rather dreading it. He calmed then, gaze no longer as feverish, before muttering a soundless my...

"You don't have to tell me," Merlin interrupted in a whisper. Arthur only nodded. 

Although the other's body had stilled, his breathing had yet to settle so Merlin leaned down, placing his forehead against Arthur's, hoping he would follow his inhales and exhales. 

Eventually, they mirrored each other enough, reflecting the ease and shield of nights rather than their darkness. Merlin moved and Arthur did, too, lying down and facing each other. 

"Thank you."

"Any time."

Neither could convince themselves to let their eyes wander away from the other's gaze even as the tiredness laid its heavy hand on them. Merlin was the first to break away from it, giving a small nod, just one. Arthur blinked at him before giving a nod of his own, both of them closing their eyes at once, tangled in the warmth, safe. 

[valengory1234]

I think sometimes we need to remember a books context

[caramelmochacrow]

Day 6: Public/Private

My Perception Of You (10.3k words)

On the end of their third year in Yoba Academy, Esora starts to distance herself. Her free time is more spent on dates with heirs rather than her friends. Kyoko, Shinobu and Yuka understood her reasoning, however. It hurts Yuka, but she has to endure. If all goes well, she can finally confess. Until a magazine is released to the public.

[austronauts]

ok because i will cry 

[simplykorra]

the definition of insanity - chapter three

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 She turns then, using her foot to push the door shut before stepping over to the shower and knocking on the wall beside it.

 “A - Ava?”

 “If I said no, what would you do?”

 Beatrice sighs on the other side. “Rip the curtain off the rod and use it to strangle the intruder.”

 The fact that she could absolutely do that only makes Ava’s thighs squeeze together tighter. “I might be into a little choking.”

 Beatrice pulls the curtain aside just enough to peek her head out. Her hair is wet, hanging across one side. She has droplets of water dripping down her eyelashes and nose. From this angle, Ava can see her shoulder and where it attaches to her neck.

 The perfect place to bite down on.

 “Can I do something for you?” Beatrice asks, her eyes fighting a losing battle to not look down where her shirt is hanging onto Ava’s breasts for dear life. Ava smirks, gesturing towards the shower. “You…you wish to join me?”

 “Very much so.”

 Beatrice’s eyes go wide and she looks back to the shower like she’s got church secrets hidden in there. “I - there’s not enough room.”

 Ava starts to undo the few buttons she did earlier. “Kind of the point, Bea. We get nice and slippery together.”

 “I - I don’t…”

 “Say you don’t want me to join and I’ll go.” Ava lets Beatrice’s shirt fall off her shoulders into a puddle on the floor and looks up to see those dark eyes relearning every inch of her all over again.

 With a small smile, Ava raises her brows, waiting for an answer.

 It comes when Beatrice steps back and pulls the curtain open.

CONT on AO3

[vanderbilt-draws]

chapter 3 of lorewaiter is out for anyone interested :D

[ygodmyy20]

just found your fic Black Sweatshirt and i'm already so eager for the next chapters o.o thank you for writing it!

AH!!! AHHH!!! Ah my gosh!!! I don't know what to say, your art is so good and you drew art of my fic!?! I'm speechless!!

You got Reigen so perfect!! Now I am patting past me for adding in, at the last second, that he was wearing a pink t-shirt (I nearly forgot while writing it haha it was just in my brain and not on paper) And his lil gap in his teeth. It's. Perfect.

But ah! Thank you so, so so much! So so happy you are enjoying the fic so far!!

[ailendolin]

I had to restrict comments on AO3 to registered users only for one fandom today because I have been getting anonymous bot comments on my fics.

This is just one example of them. It's obviously a bot since the fic in question has a fantasy setting and no historical research whatsoever has been done for it, but the truly awful thing about it is that it's nice.

I get notification e-mails for every single comment a lovely person leaves on my fics. Those e-mails are few and far between, especially when I haven't posted or updated anything in a while. So to wake up in the morning to four new AO3 notifications, get excited and realise none of it is real is more devastating and demotivating than I can put into words.

I absolutely hate having to restrict comments to registered users only but at this point I honestly see no other option because I can feel it affecting me. So far, I have refrained from restricting all my works (not just regarding comments but general access as well) because I believe fanfiction should be accessible for everyone but if this sort of bot commenting is going to jump over to my other fandoms, especially the ones I'm currently active in, I might very well have to take that step even though it pains me.

And just as I'm writing this post I'm getting a similar comment on my latest Ghosts fic. I'm honestly so tired of this.

So yeah, if you find my fics locked in the future, this is why.