#writing Advent

[saywhatjessie]

you should take your sweater off first, pal

Day six of the Advent calendar! Using this list. Day 6: Sweater Weather. Fandom: Ted Lasso - Pairing: RoyJamie 1.1k[Ao3]

“What is the fucking point of all the ugly clothes you buy if you’re just going to steal mine?”

“I refuse to be lectured on fashion from someone who only wears things that are black and black adjacent.”

“This isn’t a lecture – that was clearly an irritated aside on a different complaint. The complaint being you are wearing my fucking sweater.”

“Well it’s cozy, innit! Ain’t my fault you only have clothes from fifty years ago and they don’t make things like they used to.”

Roy grunted. He wanted to argue that the state of fast fashion was not his fault and he should not be punished but, if he were being honest with himself – and he tried to do that more these days – seeing Jamie in his clothes wasn’t exactly a punishment.

“Well what are we going to do when your stupid shoulders stretch it out?”

“I assume you’ll thank whichever god you want for giving you a boyfriend with such massive and sexy shoulders.”

Roy growled. Jamie stuck his tongue out.

“Well seeing as the damage is already done, you can keep wearing that one.” Jamie preened. “But no more. I only have so many sweaters from 50 years ago, I’d like you not to disfigure the others.”

Jamie pouted. “Well what happens when this one don’t smell like your old man stink anymore? I mean there are worse fates for a jumper than to smell like Jamie Tartt, but it shouldn’t forget where it comes from.”

“It can’t remember anything, it’s a fucking sweater,” Roy said, rolling his eyes. “You can just say you like that it smells like me.”

Jamie shook his head. “Can’t say that. You’ll get a big head.”

“We have fucked in my trophy room, I already know you’re obsessed with me.”

“Says the man who wanked to a youtube compilation of Jamie Tartt’s best goals!”

“You were there too! You fucking helped!”

“Well I know I’m fit, why wouldn’t I get off to me?”

Roy pinched the bridge of his nose. “We’re getting sidetracked.”

Jamie retreated further into the sweater, pouting at Roy with his chin tucked in the collar and the sleeves over his hands.

Roy sighed. “I will wear the sweater when it loses my smell so it smells like me again. Happy?”

It’s all fine until Roy is called into an emergency meeting with the fucking Diamond Dogs.

Jamie grinned. “I’ll be happier if you give us a cuddle. I’m still freezin’. Honestly, grandad, you’re stinking rich. You can afford to properly heat your house.”

“I’m filing a complaint with HR,” Roy said as soon as the Facetime call connected. “I shouldn’t be called into these after working hours.”

Ted made a ‘pshh’ sound. “Diamond Dogs ain’t work, Roy! I’d say we’re more pleasure than business.”

“Well that’s definitely a call to HR,” Trent said, smirking.

“Higgins might be asleep already,” Nate noted, rubbing his eyes. “Ted, did you forget the time difference?”

“Little bit, yeah” Ted winced. “I never did get the hang of doing it the other way. So used to thinking backwards than forwards.”

“It’s not that late,” Roy grunted. “Higgins just might be asleep because he’s got so many fucking kids. Not sure what Nate’s excuse is.”

“Fell asleep on the couch watching a film.” Nate explained, shrugging. “Didn't mean to. This call waking me up actually probably saved my back.”

“Well good!” Ted beamed. “And what a treat it is to see you all in your comfy clothes, too. Trent is that a blanket hoodie?”

Trent hummed. “Softest and warmest thing I’ve ever owned.”

“I’m more surprised by Roy,” Beard said, totally deadpan. “I’ve never seen you anything so ill fitting.”

Roy looked down to see he was wearing The Jamie Sweater.

He grunted. “Used to fit until Jamie stole it. fucking muppet stretched it all out.”

“He’s like a labrador that still thinks he’s a lap dog even after he gets big,” Ted mused, fondly. Roy snorted in agreement.

“Why not just give it to him if it doesn’t fit you anymore?” Nate asked.

“I did.”

Beard raised an eyebrow. “But you’re wearing it.”

Roy growled, crossing his arms.

“Well,” Trent said, appearing very much like the smug reporter he used to be. "Knowing what I do about borrowing boyfriend’s sweaters – both being a boyfriend whose sweater was borrowed and having borrowed sweaters from boyfriends – I’d say Roy is performing the standard smell return.”

Beard grinned, crossing his arms too. “You’re making the sweater smell like you again for your boyfriend.”

“Shut it,” Roy growled.

“Aw, now Roy, that’s sweeter than an immediate hotel room full of chocolate bars.”

Nate nodded. “Suite full of sweets toot sweet.”

Ted and Beard pointed at him.

“I’m hanging up,” Roy said.

“I’m here!” Higgins said, call connecting as he wheezed through some requisite howls. “What have I missed?”

“Mostly Roy and Jamie being shockingly wholesome as a couple,” Beard answered.

“Aw!” Higgins smiled.

When they finished their meeting, it was half ten, and Jamie was already in bed. They didn’t do 4am training anymore since Roy was manager, but Jamie did get up and train on his own most mornings before they headed into Nelson Road. Gave Roy more time for all the shitty boring manager paperowk he had to do now but it did mean more early nights.

“No,” Roy said “Fuck off enough about me." He let out a massive bark. “Ted, what the fuck is your problem?”

Early nights they spent together because they were surprisingly wholesome. Fuck Roy’s life.

Roy removed his trousers and crawled in next to him, Jamie immediately turning to nuzzle into his chest.

“Fucking Diamond Dogs saw what you did to my sweater and think we’re sweet now.”

Jamie snorted. “No amount of clothes sharing could make you sweet. You’re Roy fucking Kent. You’re a bitter old cunt and that’s why we love you.”

Roy hummed. “Bitter like unsweetened dark chocolate.”

“Bitter like stale coffee you keep in the back of the cabinet for the weirdos who don’t drink tea.”

Roy smiled, a small thing that he was sure Jamie could still see even with his eyes closed. “Thanks, babe.”

Jamie hummed, his hand running over Roy’s chest. “You know it’s about the same level of furriness with and without the sweater,” Jamie noted.

Roy rolled his eyes. “I hate you,” he said, kissing the top of Jamie’s head.

“I know,” Jamie answered on a happy sigh. “But you’re really bad at it.”.

[icycoldninja]

Dating Sephiroth headcannons

-Sephiroth is the kind of person to ignore you completely at times, and at other times, scoop you into his arms and just hold you there without saying anything.

-He can be very cold and doesn't always tell you he loves you, but he does. Inside, he's the most devoted man on earth and will do absolutely anything for you, before and after his mental breakdown.

-Though he'll never say it outright, he loves you with all his heart; you are the dearest person in the world to him, the only woman he loves more is Jenova. If you asked him to kill for you, he most certainly would. You two but especially you are his goddesses.

-Takes the time to visit you multiple times a day, every day, even if nothing interesting happens. To him, nothing is more important than spending time with his beloved.

-Nicknames (which are rarely used) for you are: Princess, baby, darling, little dove, my love, and fluffpuff.

-Concerning the origin of "fluffpuff", it all began when he purchased a huge, extrmely fluffy baby chocobo onesie for you. Once you put it on, you might as well have been a walking blanket. It was so adorable, his heart melted and the nickname "fluffpuff" was born.

-Loves to do beauty days with you, especially after a long day at work. He's a big strong soldier man, but at the same time, a cute soft boy. He needs some pampering in his life, give it to him.

-Cuddling you is one of his favorite ways to de-stress. He loves to curl himself up around you and just sit there in silence, enjoying your company and relaxing. He also likes lying on your chest, arms wrapped around your waist, while you play with his hair.

-Poor boy gets frequent night terrors and needs a lot of comforting kisses after waking up in a terrified, cold sweat. He does get a bit cold and bristly after such events, so do be gentle. Wrap him up in your arms, kiss his cheeks, forehead, lips, all over, just make him feel loved.

-Sephiroth's like a scared cat most of the time; you need to be gentle and coax him out of his shell. Then he'll start opening up to you and confide in you--some of his secrets can be very dark, but getting them off his chest is a huge help to his mental health.

-Speaking of mental health, as we know, he's not exactly in his right mind. He can be unstable and a little violent, though he would never hurt you. He'd throw things, he'd break things, he'd yell and scream, but he'd never actually hurt you--a sign of how much he loves you.

-If you can mange to calm him down during his tantrums, he'll love you all the more. You are the most precious thing to him; anything you do for him is viewed as a blessing. ❤️

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Twenty-Fourth Day of Gift-Giving

Twenty-Four Touches

Softly getting hold of the other’s hand, afraid to make a mistake

A casual touch on the shoulder to acknowledge them

Foreheads pressed together, a silent way to say “I’m here”

A gentle hand holding the other’s neck while staring into their eyes

Whispering, lips almost touching the ear

A quick brush of hands, almost unnoticeable

Tracing the other’s lips with their finger

An arm sneaking around a waist, holding them close

Pressing their face into the other’s neck, hiding from the world

A hand in the other’s hair, not quite grabbing it

Sighing into the kiss, melting together at last

A swift kiss to the other’s cheek

Brushing away an unruly lock of hair

A firm handshake, professionally at first, but a second to long

Gently kissing the other’s knuckles

A tender hug, just staying together for a while

Hands rubbing together to warm them up

A firm hand grabbing the other’s elbow to guide them

Feeling for the other’s pules with their lips

A quick kiss on the crown of their hair

Sitting on the other’s lap, being hugged from behind

A slow dance, entangled with each other

Cold feet warming each other up under the blanket

A gentle kiss on the forehead, a sweet goodbye

24 Days of Gift-Giving

[xx-thedarklord-xx]

Harry.exe has stopped working

[ariseur]

huff,,, motorcycle ride with cloud,,, full of tension on both ends,,

“you’re sure this is okay?” cloud almost jumped at the proximity of your voice against his ear, the growl of the fenrir’s engine fell on deaf ears as your voice caught his attention way more.

he huffed, responding with a grumbled, “yeah.” cloud was always pretty curt, you knew that. but you could’ve sworn that his response sounded a little more choked than usual— not that the way your arms tightening around his waist had anything to do with it.

he felt the small puff of air you let out against his neck, hoping you didn’t realize his posture stiffening at every breath that left him, when in reality, you were trying your damndest to not lean your head on his back right then and there. a few days prior, you had made a passing joke when visiting cloud about the well kept condition he had his bike in, making a small comment as you thought aloud about what it’d be like to ride it.

and what you didn’t expect was to receive a call a few days later telling you to come outside as you heard the muffled groan of the engine in the background of the phone call— and you definitely didn’t expect to be wrapping your arms around cloud’s waist while you shrieked at the purposeful buck of the bike he did to scare you. you could’ve sworn you felt the rumble of a chuckle bloom in his chest at the noise, too.

“shouldn’t you be wearing.. you know— a helmet?”

“you decided to ride with me just to lecture me about motorcycle safety laws?”

“to be fair, i didn’t decide to. you were already outside.” you retorted, retracing one arm to point a finger at cloud as he barely turned his head to the side, only giving you a slight view of the slope of his nose. a quick rumble of the engine made you tense up real quick, closing your mouth as your hands immediately darted for cloud’s waist. he let out a choked hum of surprise, and you could’ve sworn you saw his gloved grip tighten on the handles.

helping with the courier service wasn’t exactly interesting, per se— but it was fun to tag along on a motorcycle with cloud, even if he didn’t say much. and although youd probably have a hard time getting the roars of the fenrir out from echoing in your head, it was pretty thrilling to ride on a bike, not to mention that having yours hands on cloud’s waist was a big plus, too.

“you know you’re also supposed to take like.. even more protective measures too, right?”

cloud scoffed, “so stuck-up.”

you gasped, “i am not—!”

“are too.” he responded, throwing a smug half-smile your way as he revved the engine. you rolled your eyes, smacking his shoulder a bit. “and you’re hitting me now, great.”

“oh, shut up, cloud!”

[possessionisamyth]

hey authors! remember to peel your stories off of google docs and put them onto your PC or onto an external drive so that you don't risk losing your work under your pile of WIPs or due to googles general nonsense that randomly occurs!

[etherealyoungk]

imagine wonwoo making you a book advent calendar for the month of december. he's been keeping track of the books you want and that are on your wishlist and he carefully complies a list of books to get you for the advent calendar. he'll buy all the books, going to store after store to find them all and he'll buy a pretty wrapping paper, spending the entire night neatly and carefully wrapping each book with a handwritten love note, tying a ribbon on top of each wrapped book. he'll surprise you with a box filled with the books, numbered for each day and you're so happy, jumping up and down in excitement as you envelop wonwoo in a bone-crushing hug. he chuckles, grinning widely at how happy you are. and every day after dinner, you would excitedly drag wonwoo to the bedroom as you took out the book for that day and unwrapped it, barely able to contain your excitement as wonwoo watches, completely endeared by you <3

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honourable tag: @wqnwoos

[cherryblossombankai]

I'm kind curious on how AC Rufus and the Turks would react to their darling having geostigma/and or are sick (bonus points if AC Rufus's darling got the geostigma)( plus I'm a little under the weather too)

Rufus

Rufus, who has also been afflicted by Geostigma, is simply devastated. He’ll try to appear outwardly strong and confident that he will find the solution to save you both. Inside he feels like a trembling, frightened little boy. The guilt gnaws at him that somehow he is the one who did this to you. He may end up pulling away a bit at first, but eventually he decides it’s better if you help each other through this. 

Tseng 

Tseng is a man who is dedicated to his partner, completely and irrevocably. Geostigma will not change that. Throughout your illness he dotes on you nonstop. He is dedicated to helping you get better no matter what the cost.

Reno 

Reno finds himself in a state of panic the first time he notices the sores on your body, and he realizes it’s Geostigma. He wants to take care of you, but he’s bad at it. However, you can be assured he’s not leaving your side. 

Rude

Rude is easily the most levelheaded about the whole thing. He knows how periolous Geostigma is, but he’s also very confident that a cure will be found. So, he takes care of you loyaly and always eases you away from giving up home. 

Elena

Elena, who was already dedicated to helping the afflicted, becomes even more tenacious in her fight against Geostigma. Now inspired by you, she’ll stop at nothing to help you. 

[cybertroniannugget]

Snowball fight on base

Dec 14

Literally what's going on

The title pretty much gives it away.

"I prefer the old base actually...", Sam mumbled under his breath, but you and Mikaela heard him.

"Don't be a wuss, it's only cold if you go outside."

"He's scared of the Polar bears.", Mikaela snickers, adjusting her scarf.

You turn to look at your brother. "Polar bears...? In a severely feced, supervised and protected area like this? There are none here. Outside of the fence, yes but as long as you don't go there you'll be fine."

"Hrmph", was the only thing he brought out, regretting ever leaving the warmth of the base.

The three of you didn't walk for long, when you spot a group of bots and soldiers having an intense snowball fight.

After getting a closer look you noticed that there aren't any teams, just them throwing the cold bullets everywhere.

Before you could ask to join, a snowball hit Sam's arm. You take this as an invitation, bending down to grab some snow and running towards the battlefield.

Ratchet and Ironhide had a rather bitter 1v1, and you couldn't figure out what fueled it for the better of it.

"Alright, let's form teams.", you say looking into the round of bots and humans alike.

"I will not be in HIS team.", Ratchet states, shooting a glare at Ironhide, who already held two snowballs, one in each servo.

With that, the Medic walks over to Jazz.

"Fine, we'll win.", the weapon's specialist grumbles, staying next to you.

"Wait, you're participating Ratchet?", you ask rather confused.

Usually the medic distanced himself from such activities.

"If I can get some sense into this bot's processor I'll do this."

"That's the spirit.", Epps chuckled, standing next to the Medic.

"Oh come on Epps, that's betrayal!"

"That's what you get for eating the last coconut macaroon. Now that is betrayal"

He points at you. "You gotta make more of those."

You show a thumbs up at him. "Will do!"

"Come over here.", Jazz calls to you.

Shaking your head, you decline, forming a snowball in your hands.

"No chance, I wanna beat yo ass!", you yell, laughing.

You look over to Lennox, who walks up to you, armed as well.

"Alright everyone, walk over to the your team of choice.", Lennox shouted for everyone to hear.

"And keep it even!", you add.

After some rustling, uncertainty and more yelling, everyone had found their teams.

Your team consisted of Ironhide, Lennox, Mudflap, Jolt, Dino, Mikaela and 3 other soldiers.

Jazz's team got Ratchet, Bumblebee, Epps, Skids who was adamant on beating his twin, Arcee, Wheelie, Sideswipe, Sam

"That is not even!", Skids complains in frustration.

A snowball hits him right in the face.

"Cuz we ain't 20 people. We're 19 so live with it!", Mudflap shouts across the freshly formed battlefield.

This was the non communicated sign to let the fire begin.

In the span of 5 seconds, what was a peaceful spot turned into a storm of flying snowballs.

You realized that you didn't agree on any rules, the rather big snowballs hitting you being a cruel reminder of that.

"Try not to make the humans fly away with your throws!", Ironhide calls out loudly, saving your and the other human's behinds.

[saywhatjessie]

Biscuits with the Bisexuals (plus Trent)

Day five of the Advent calendar! Using this list. Day 5: Holiday Baking. Fandom: Ted Lasso - Pairing: TedTrent & RoyJamie .7k[Ao3]

“It’s real nice for you to let us use your kitchen, Roy.”

Jamie heard Roy grunt as he led their guests into the kitchen. Ted Lasso’s smiling face appeared through the entryway, his wide American eyes staring unashamedly around Roy’s house. Trent Crimm followed with only fractionally less obvious curiosity.

“He’s letting you use his kitchen, darling,” Trent told Ted, pulling himself onto a barstool at the island. “I’m here to look pretty and heckle.”

“Oh, mint, me too!” Jamie said, hopping up next to him. “I usually sit on the counter, though.”

“Keep your arse off my counters,” Roy glared but Jamie just grinned back, sunnily. He huffed a breath, hiding his own smile (but Jamie still saw it. He always saw it.) before turning back to Ted. “And I’m not letting you use my kitchen, I’m putting you to work.”

Ted nodded, affably. “Well point the way and I’ll make like Riri, Roy-Roy.”

“No,” Roy said.

Jamie rolled his eyes, turning to Trent. “He’s just grumpy because he was left out of his family text thread on who was bringing what to the family biscuit exchange.”

“Biscuits aren’t even a Hanukkah tradition!” Roy shouted. “Fucking Christians, ruining everything.”

“He has to blame the Christians because it was Phoebe’s idea but he can’t ever blame Phoebe for anything.”

“The Christians got to her! She’s an impressionable child! Not her fault.”

Jamie gestured at Roy as if to say ‘see?’. Trent snorted.

“Well if you don’t wanna do cookies why are you so steamed you weren’t in the group chat?”

Roy grunted, turning away from them to bring out the stand mixer.

“He’s mad because it was only women in the group chat.” Jamie told them. “HIs sister Ruth was the one who told him about it, all confused because she doesn’t cook or nothing. Roy then made a big stink about gender essentialism and how he should have been given the option to contribute, even if he thinks a biscuit exchange is dumb.”

“It is dumb,” Roy grumbled, pulling our various measuring bowls.

“I know, babe,” Jamie told him, giving him a sympathetic put he couldn’t see. Trent snickered into his hand.

“Well, hey, Roy, that’s great! Standing up for gender equality.” Ted said, grinning. “You’re like that tall fella from High School Musical who wants to bake and play basketball. You won’t stick to this status quo.”

Jamie snorted. “Except Roy can’t bake. He’s dead good at cooking and that but he can’t make a biscuit for love or honey.”

“It’s love or money you twat.”

“Oi, is that any way to speak to your honey?”

Roy growled. Jamie winked at him.

“Well, Roy, I am happy to lend my expertise,” Ted chimed in. “Might be fun to coach on you something I actually know something about. Switch it up.”

Roy snorted but his mouth tilted into an almost smile which cheered everyone up.

Jamie leaned over the island. “Get us some tea, Roy?”

“Get it yourself,” Roy said but started the kettle himself anyway.

“So what are you baking biscuits for, Coach?” Jamie asked, crossing his arms on the counter.

“Well, Rebecca has praised me a bit too much in front of the rest of Nelson Road “ Ted winced. “So I’m making a super batch so everyone can get some. Little too much for my tiny kitchen.”

Jamie hummed. “Roy, can I try some of Coach’s biscuits?”

“No.”

Jamie whined. “Just one! While he’s here! If everyone’s gonna be talking about how lush they are, I wanna know how lush they are. Even if I can’t have more than one.”

“We can make him do squats to work it off,” Trent reasoned.

Roy snorted. “You know nothing about nutrition or fitness plans for athletes, Crimm. He’d do cardio, not muscle training.”

“Jumping jacks, then.” Trent shrugged. “I’m not picky.”

“You’re a freak, Crimm,” Roy told him, but he didn’t sound unhappy about it.

Ted and Jamie laughed.

“Well let’s get bakin’, Clay Aiken!’

“Perfect appropriate queer reference, Ted,”

“Thanks, sweetheart,”

“You’re insufferable.” Roy told them.

“So are we, though!” Jamie responded cheerfully.

“Do you think the oven’s preheated enough for me to put my head in?” Roy asked.

“Are you a biscuit?” Trent asked.

“More of a tart,” Jamie responded.

“No, Jamie, you’re the Tartt.”

“This was a mistake.” Roy said.

They made 12 dozen biscuits.

[icycoldninja]

Reunion (Kadaj x Reader)

All you ever wanted in life was for you and Sephiroth to live out a happy life together. You knew of his emotional baggage and were aware of his problems, but you didn't care. He was precious to you, and you just as precious to him. You thought that with enough time and patience, you could get him to return to his senses; to stop chasing after something that didn't exist and just settle down and enjoy your lives together.

You never expected him to get himself blown up by that bastard Cloud, and certainly never expected him to die from it.

Now you were all alone, depressed and despairing over the loss of the love of your life, wanting nothing more than to just see him, just to talk to him, one last time. There were so many things you wanted to say but never got the chance to. You wanted to at least be able to tell him how much you loved him, or to say goodbye.

You were now seated on a bench in the mangled remains of one of Midgar's many parks, head in your hands, wondering--as you tended to do--if there was anything you could have done to change the outcome--if preventing Sephiroth's demise was even possible. All of a sudden, you felt a cold, leather-clad hand clamp down on your shoulder; a nostalgic, floral scent filling your nostrils, compelling you to turn and face whoever had approach you.

You were met with a short, thin man with shoulder length silver hair and neon green eyes, decked out in a skintight leather outfit, leather gloves, and tight boots. He grinned at you in a way that was so, so, familiar, and at the same time, so foreign.

"Who are you?" You whispered, gazing up at him with wide eyes. "Why do you look...like him?" The man's smile widened, and he spoke. "Because I am a Remnant of him...and he has told me to retrieve you." You blinked, watching confusedly as he took your hand and kissed it. "Come with me, Y/N. Let us attend the reunion--and be together again." You felt a sense of relief wash over you at the sound of the word.

Reunion.

You'd finally get a chance to say everything you wanted to say.

You nodded, taking the man's outstretched arm and allowing him to lead you away from the park. "By the way," You inquired, feeling strangely comforted and at ease around this man. "What's your name?" The man turned to you, a mischievous, cat-like grin on his face. "You can call me Kadaj."

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Sixteenth Day of Gift-Giving

Sixteen Sinful Sentences

"Oh, is that how you like it?"

"You are such a tease!"

"No touching right now. That comes later."

"Think you can handle that?"

"You're so very tempting..."

"How do you like that?"

"I don't think you've had enough already."

"Someone should punish you for that."

"You can be a bit rougher if you want."

"I want you to be louder, my love."

"Please, mark me."

"Tell me exactly what you want."

"I want to make you mine."

"Yes, please keep doing that."

"The night's definitely not over yet."

"I believe I could make you do it."

24 Days of Gift-Giving

[xx-thedarklord-xx]

Sam’s Weekly Wrap Up

Week one is upon us! My Advent Month has been so much fun to do so far, and I can't wait for the rest of it!

The Act of Healing It didn’t take long to realize that it wasn’t normal—that Harry wasn’t normal. That no one else could see the strange lights and dented auras that surrounded everyone. Harry had learned at an early age to hide it, to tell no one else about it. It worked. At least until he encountered a boy in a robe shop with the largest light he’d ever seen.

But what did it mean?

Renatus Reborn “I know Potter,” Draco began, leaning forward slightly. “I wasted six years observing him only for him to die in that forest. I don’t know who you are, but you somehow managed to get inside his body.”

Or the one where the rest of the world believes that Harry Potter came back, alive and whole. But to those that knew him, he didn’t come back at all, for it wasn’t Potter who stood before them. It was someone else.

Predicting the Present Malfoy—of all people—was the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor, and Harry didn’t like it. He didn’t like it one bit.

“Professor Malfoy said we’ll be learning the basics on how to cast a Patronus!”

Oh really? That, Harry had to see.

Where to? Date time, only why does Scorpius think he gets to tag along? And is that a suit he's wearing?

Tricks and Giggles Professor Malfoy rarely gave extra credit, the harsh and bitter teacher that he was. So, when it was announced that all they had to do was get his son—Scorpius, who was still a baby—to interact with their Magic, they all assumed it would be a walk in the park.

How hard could it be?

Because it's you 'They are only together because they are soulmates.'

They were so much more than that and it was about time the world realized it. This is a story of how Harry and Draco fell in love and how very little being soulmates had to do with any of it. 

Crude Coffee “—this coffee tastes horrible.”

“Of course it does.” The drawling tone was biting and held derision. “We here at Cup of Crude promise coffee in a timely manner, we never promised that it’ll taste good.”

Harry snorted, unable to help himself.

[placeinthemiddleofnowhere]

Christmas Drabble Advent Day 2 - You shouldn't have

This is Day 2 of my Christmas Drabble Advent. The full masterlist can be found here > Advent Masterlist

Pairing - Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x reader

Summary - You and Gaz are competitive when it comes to shooting, and even worse when it comes to trading barbs. His latest joke doesn't land so well on you.

Warnings - No warnings, just fluff!

“Got ya somethin’.”

You practically squawked when something heavy and messily wrapped thunked down onto your lap, sending your book flying. The shiny paper reflected the sterile lights ahead, forcing you to look up and catch Gaz’s wry smile. What was he cooking up? 

“Fuck’s this?” you grunted.

“Christmas present. Figured you could do with a pick me up after I kicked your arse down the range yesterday.”

You rolled your eyes, taking it upon yourself to rip apart the offensively shiny paper rather than dignify that with a response. 

“Carrots?” you frowned.

“Heard it improves your sight,” he winked.

[hypnotisedfireflies]

Arien's Advent Calendar, 2024

25 days of TLOU fic

ALL CLAIMS FILLED, THANK YOU!

To say a big THANKS for supporting my fic throughout the year(s), I’m doing the Advent Calendar Fic thingamy again!  I did this last year and it became this collection of stories.

From 1 - 25 December 2024 I will be posting a short story (it will be short, I will control myself) as part of a new collection of works from Driftersverse, Making Mirrors, Interstellar Overdrive and Legend of Charro.

Beneath the cut I have a little information about the story to be written each day (universe, characters and date/era).  I’d like to dedicate each to a reader, so please claim one and I’ll write it for you.

I don’t think all days will fill up, but I’d like to give everyone a chance to get one they really like, so at this stage each person can claim ONE day only - I’ll open it up to more later on. You’re welcome to send me a few in order of preference in case someone has already beaten you to the punch on your favourite, and I haven’t yet updated the list.

If you would rather claim as anon, please give me a name or an emoji or something - just so I can identify you against your chosen day and so we don’t get multiple anons muddled up. 

Please send claims via asks so I can keep track of them in one place and if not anon, include your AO3 name (if you have one).

Happy Holidays! (And thanks to everyone who voted and helped me decide what to offer!)

DD – Driftersverse (my TLOU sandbox, Tess lives) MM – Making Mirrors (Snowqueen of Texas/Parallel Lines - no Cordyceps AU) LOC – Legend of Charro (the Western) IO – Interstellar Overdrive (70s AU) AU – Alternate Universe, unrelated

“OC/Canon, any universe” is a new entry this year.  This means I’ll write a story with the canon listed and you can choose either canon or one of my original characters to appear in the story with them, plus specify universe in which it takes place.  (Eg, Frank and Joel, IO).

Please be kind and keep it to characters I am known to write (I may refuse a claim if you start waving Owen or Mel at me) and who could reasonably interact with one another.  I’ve got enough writing to do, don’t break my brain!

“Mystery AU” is exactly what it sounds.  Last time one of these spawned IO so who knows what could happen?

“Crack box” is the one crack fic I’ll write.  Last year’s took me by surprise, but this year I’m reserving a space for it.

Where are all the Tommy/Maria fics?  They’re still getting three more stories to themselves, so that’s coming probably 2025 at this stage. O_O

1. DD Tess/Joel, 2022 @justplainsalty 2. IO Joel and Ellie, 1977 @march-flowerr 3. LOC Tess/Joel, sweetheart years @seethesunny 4. DD Tess/Joel and Tommy, 2005 @dancingonmoonbeams 5. Ellie and OC/Canon, any universe OR IO 1980 (but whom?) @finnelfin 6. DD Joel/Tess 2024 @ belantana 7. Mystery AU @finnelfin 8. DD/MM Joel and Sarah, 1993 @march-flowerr 9.  IO Tess/Joel, 1974 @emilylawsons 10. Maria and OC/Canon, any universe @ameerawrites 11. LOC Tess/Joel, bandit years @adoringhxxd 12. MM Tess/Joel and Sarah, 2005 @ammotraguslervia 13. DD Tess/Joel and Ellie, 2025 @ameerawrites 14. Tommy and OC/Canon, any universe @adhdprincess 15. Crack Box OR third Mystery AU @toomanytookas 16. IO Tess/Joel 1976 @flckrsoflight 17. DD Tess/Joel, Tommy/Maria 2027 @bumblepony 18. LOC Tess/Joel and Ellie, family years @chujo-hime 19. Mystery AU @bignosebushybrows 20. DD Tess/Joel 2011 @betweentwoceremonials 21. IO Tess and Ellie, 1970 @becomethesun 22. MM Tess/Joel, 2004 @bignosebushybrows 23. Frank and OC/Canon, any universe OR DD Tess/Joel 2007 @justplainsalty 24. DD Tommy/Maria, 2022 @bumblepony 25. Mystery Christmas Story @adhdprincess

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"dirty paws," Shikako & Kakashi in an AU where she signed the dog summons?

Dirty Paws

“You…” Pakkun says to her with his deep voice, “You may touch my ears.”

Shikako is too delighted to notice the way Kakashi-sensei’s eye widens in alarm. She reaches a hand out to Pakkun immediately, then stops mid air. “Are you sure?” She asks, even through the eagerness to do so. His ears must be so soft!

Pakkun’s expression doesn’t change, but his tail wags. Once. He tilts his head even closer. “They’re velvety soft,” he entices her.

“Pakkun, maybe we should—” Kakashi begins, too late.

Shikako does not need to be asked twice! Her hands darts forward, swiftly but gently, and rubs along the floppy ears in smooth strokes.

They are indeed velvety soft!

… and they are also the last sensation Shikako registers before her insides twist, chakra and natural energy swirling around her in a nauseating blend, and she disappears from Konoha.

—

Shikako wakes up to the contradictory feelings of being watched yet somehow safe. Also, something cold and wet pressing against her cheek.

Blearily, she blinks open her eyes and rasps, “I’ve been betrayed.”

Pakkun, pulling his snout away from her face, corrects, “Tricked at most.” But his scrunched face has the smallest hint of guilt, maybe. “My ears really are velvety soft.”

“They are velvety soft,” Shikako confirms. “Are they also a method of reverse summoning?”

“They can be,” Pakkun answers. “I didn’t think it would hit you so hard, pup,” he says. In apology, he places a paw delicately on her hand. It is also velvety soft.

“It’s not your fault,” Shikako says, sitting up from the grassy meadow in what must be the dog’s territory in the Land of Spirits. “If I’m not prepared, an influx of too much chakra can knock me out.”

“That’s dangerous information to share, pup.”

Shikako meets Pakkin’s eyes then slowly reaches out to press one finger against his velvety soft ear.

Nothing happens.

“Only if you’re going to betray me,” she says, dropping her hand before looking around the area. “But I don’t think you would have brought me here if you were.”

Pakkun steps back, tail wagging once, twice. “Kakashi did say you were clever,” he says, before breaking out into a run, Shikako following after.

“Let’s hope you can prove it to the others.”

—

A/N: This is all I have for now, anon, and unfortunately it’s less Shikako & Kakashi and more Shikako & Pakkun, but that’s pretty close I think? Basically, Shikako proving herself to the dog summons and assembling her own primary pack. Maybe she gets into the Hatake/White Fang history? Not sure.