#written in ash fic

[written-in-ash]

Masterlist | Written in Ash

[Fics]

How Draco Won Spin the Bottle (and Outed Himself in the Process) | Rated T

There is a fleeting moment of silence in the recesses of Draco’s mind where his heart soars. He feels the shackles of centuries worth of expectations waver and fall away. His father’s admonishing voice and his mother’s mutterings of displeasure fade into the haze. For the first time since the start of the war, he feels unburdened.

Or, Draco gets stupidly drunk, Harry's madly in love, and Zacharias Smith needs to keep his radish hands to himself.

Mist and the Moon | Rated T

He feels the fear, the loneliness, and the pain claw at his throat every waking moment. He recognises it for what it is — and he knows Draco does, too — yet the notion of acknowledging it is painful in its own right.

He’s lost his family, his pack, and he feels the loss keenly.

The Eyes are a Window to your Soul | Rated M

A diversion. Dumbledore had conditioned him well; the lesson that his life was worth less than others is ingrained into his very bones; for the greater good, he was taught. So with a sharp exhale and a subtle glance at Draco, Harry steps away from the wall as if it is second nature.

Tender is the Night | Rated M

Tender is the night / For a broken heart / Who will dry your eyes / When it falls apart?

The Rapture in the Dark Puts Me at Ease | Rated T

Draco is a part of the Dark, and to Harry, the Dark is utterly and entirely home.

Wildest Dreams | Rated T 

This moment is bittersweet, he knows. A minute of eternal bliss before everything gets ripped away. The calm before the storm, the happiness before the loss. The tension is palpable, and the knowledge of what comes after is almost unfathomable.

[Microfic Collections]

Each of Us; A Little Universe | Not Rated

My collection of 2023 Drarry Microfic prompts

love planted a rose, and the world turned sweet | Not Rated

My collection of 2022 Drarry Microfic prompts.

Song of Smoke; Tales of Ash | Not Rated

My collection of 2021 Drarry Microfic prompts

Fear Kills More than Dreams | Not Rated

A collection of HP Fearfest 2021 ficlets

[Art]

Good Night and Have a Pleasant Tomorrow | Gen

It's Weekend Update with Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter!

[akystaracer22]

Maybe in Another Life We Would Hate Each Other a Little Less

A chance encounter sheds a little light on Adam that Lucifer couldn't have predicted, leading to a moment he thought he'd never have with the man.

Notes (Aka my thoughts while writing):

God is a dick and I wanna kill xem

Adam folds his wings like a bird because monkey see monkey do

Both these guys were traumatised by the same person and we don’t talk about it enough

Probably Guitarduck/Adamsapple but in a fledgeling platonic kinda way

Refer to my ref for what Adam looks like!

I listened to Rät while writing this and- it kind of fits Adam???

Jesus is God’s favourite child and it fucking shows

How tf did this become a sickfic????

Lucifer gets the experience of being me whenever I make the impulsive move to boot up Char.ai and talk to literally any of the AI’s, get aunt agonied bitch.

Oh my god Adam has middle child syndrome.

Can you tell I attended a Christian school when I was younger???

Adam was hiding just how fucked over he was from the wing rot but he’s not having a good time in this. Most of the latter half of the oneshot is him dazed from both the one set of wing rot and the feeling of someone touching his wing.

Shit emergency wing HC for Adam ig: His wings grow warmer corresponding to his mood, as in when he is in general happier his wings radiate warmth and when he’s in a foul mood they’re just normal or even a little cooler.

In saying that yes Lucifer’s wings glow when he’s happy

Word Count: 1902

Fic under cut!

“Fucking- Shit!”

Lucifer paused, looking behind him and backing up to peek through the crack in the door. This ought to be good.

Sure enough, he was right, this was entertaining.

Adam was ranting again.

Honestly it was a nearly daily thing by this point, probably the only good thing about his daughters decision to let Adam stay at the hotel. He loved his daughter, he really did, by Adam was… Adam.

Lucifer knew he was a lost cause.

But still, didn’t mean Lucifer couldn’t tease the hell out of the man since he was stuck down here with the rest of them.

Lucifer’s smirk at watching the first man rant quickly died as he took in the guys appearance, he looked…

“What is wrong with your wings.”

Adam jerked and twisted around, scowling at him and oops he said that out loud didn’t he.

“Piss off!”

Lucifer, in his typical fashion, did not piss off and instead entered the room, “No seriously what is wrong with your wings.”

Now that he was closer, the king was certain they didn’t look like that a week ago. The feathers, while already having looked like a wreck were duller and the colours seemed almost… muted. Ignoring the already horrific state Adam’s wing were in, they shouldn’t look THAT bad so why…

“Wait-”

“I said-!”

“Have you not been preening you wings?”

Adam went silent, staring wide eyed at Lucifer much to the kings confusion. A beat passed, then two.

“What the fuck is preening?”

Lucifer blinked, he wasn’t serious, was he?

Surely not.

.

.

.

“By the heavens you’re dead serious.”

“What the fuck are you talking about.”

Lucifer debated whether he should explain it or not. On one hand, it’s Adam. On the other, Wings were a serious thing. He’d even seen Husker cleaning his wings from time to time, for Adam to just not know…

“You know what? For once my hatred of you is outweighed by my need to show you what’s what,” The fallen seraphim huffed, closing the door behind him and summoning a chair to block it from the outside so Adam couldn’t escape. “Come on we’re fixing this travesty.”

“What part of fuck off you do you not understand?!” The first man snapped, his wings mantling as Lucifer rifled through the closet, dragging out one of the many jars of oil he’d had the foresight to put in most of the rooms, perks of being a guy with basic common sense.

“The part where you’re being stupid and my daughter started rubbing off on me,” Lucifer shot back, his own wings serving well to corral Adam towards the bed, “How you don’t know how to preen your wings is beyond me but that’s ending today.”

“Again- what are you blabbering about.”

Lucifer paused, hand hovering just over Adams feathers. Preening someone elses wings was… intimate. It was something reserved for friends, family, lovers, and stuff… not enemies. Was he really going to just go ahead and clean Adams wings for him?

The seraphim’s eyes flicked over to where the ruined wing was draped over the bed. The wing was already in bad enough shape as it was, if he didn’t do this then wing rot was bound to hit it at some point and-

He didn’t really have a choice, not if he didn’t want to watch someone die of wing rot again.

Adam went stiff under Lucifers touch as he started work on the mans functioning wing, it was the easiest to work with, not the mention the safest to start with. The injured wing would no doubt be sensitive to any interaction, so better to start small.

Ish.

Adam shuddered as Lucifer moved between feather’s, periodically reapplying preening oil as he went. He was right as usual, looking closer most of the barbules had been separated and needed to be locked together again. Grimacing, the seraphim gently scratched out what looked like dried blood from where it was hidden in the base of Adam’s Secondary coverts.

“What are you doing?” Adam whispered, his voice for once lacking it’s usual bite. Lucifer paused for a second in confusion before Adam’s wing flexed back into Lucifer’s hand, “Don’t stop!”

“Okay okay!” The king huffed, working on his primaries, “What I’m doing is called preening. It’s something beings with feathers do to clean them.”

“Like birds?”

“Yeah, like birds,” Lucifer agreed, “The oil helps take care of bacteria, but you got to realign the feathers, get rid of the ones ready to moult, and fix the feathers that are out of sorts, though you can just shake the feathers to do that part quicker.”

“Mhm”

Lucifer shifted over to finally tackle the ruined wing and froze, a chill slinking down his spine. As he took in the state of the tattered appendage.

“Shit.”

This close the seraphim could see the red pimples under the thinning layer of feathers surrounding the injury, it was wing rot in its early stages.

“What?”

“Nothing!” Lucifer dove his fingers into the scapulars to shut Adam up while he discreetly conjured up some disinfectant for the rot, if he’s lucky he can treat it now and just get Charlie or Vaggie to deal with it now, knock it over the head before it becomes so visible the others can notice. He ignored Adam’s breath hitching as the seraphim started, just as predicted, the wing was sensitive from the damage done to it.

“But seriously you need to do this more, this is just horrific,” Lucifer grumbled to himself, not really caring if Adam listened, “Honestly I’m surprised this hasn’t happened to you before!”

“Mmmm tried once… I think?”

Lucifer, glanced at Adam’s face, it was pointed away from him, but he could still sense Adam’s attention was on him, “Yeah?”

“Saw the birds doin’ it and tried to copy ‘em,” Adam continued at the prompt, spreading his other wing, “It hurt so I stopped, didn’ know there was a method to this shit or someth’n.”

“You… nobody even tried to teach you?”

“I think they thought I knew,” Adam chuckled sourly, “I think they thought I fu’kin knew how to just- do this. ‘Cause I was meant to right?!” Another laugh, “I bit the fu’kin apple so I shou’da known this kinda shit! Apple of knowl’dge or what’ver.”

Lucifer, wisely, didn’t say anything, he just kept working on Adam’s ruined wing, applying the disinfectant, and fixing what few feathers were still healthy and removing the rest. If it was anyone else in this situation he’s wrap the wing and tell them to rest but… it was still Adam that was in this mess.

“I- why didn’t they teach me? Luci why didn’t they teach me this shit?”

“I… don’t know,” Lucifer replied carefully, deliberately skipping over the butchering of his name that sounded way to close to a nickname for comfort, “Come on, up you get he still got the underside to finish then I’ll be out.”

Adam grumbled but complied, sitting up a little to turn around as Lucifer summoned a pillow for Adam to lean back on. Rolling his neck Lucifer got to work on the auxiliary feathers, the lighter feathers were definitely in better shape, but then again that wasn’t exactly a high bar, and they still were looking rough.

“Jesus was prob’bly taught how to preen himself.”

Lucifer’s shoulders hitched as his wings tucked in against his back abruptly. Jesus… was a rough topic. For all sinners talked about him, Lucifer never met him but from the sinners around that time… it was never a fun conversation. Pretentious once kings cursing his name while hopeless commoners lined up for the exorcists blade, faithful until the end that Jesus would let them into heaven if they just believed in him.

… there was a pattern in there, wasn’t there. Like father like son, he supposed.

“Jesus was made from me and yet he’s God’s favourite fukin kid, course he’d fucking know how to preen,” Adam continued unimpeded, “Doesn’t matter if I was Gods first- Jesus was always fucking better than me.”

Okay! Lucifer was in no way prepared for this conversation, but he highly doubted Adam was even going to remember this conversation, so he just focused on the wings.

“…Luci, do they all hate me?”

Lucifer sincerely wished Anthony, or just anyone really would bust down the door at this moment, at least then he could get himself out of this conversation.

“Why do you think that?” the seraphim deflected, moving onto Adam’s good wing and going through his coverts.

“Because none of them ever fucking did this,” Adam waved his hand haphazardly before letting it rest on his chest, “You’re my enemy but you’re fixin’ my fu’kin wings because I’m too stupid and useless to just figure it out myself.”

“Not useless,” The words left Lucifer’s lips without his input, damn himself to double hell, but it managed to shut up Adam, so he kept on the thought train, “You’re not useless you were just never taught, it’s not your fault heaven doesn’t think.”

“Jesus-”

“Is God’s prodigal son and shouldn’t be counted.”

Adam huffed and leaned back on the pillow, “Why’re you good at this?”

“I’ve had aeon’s to learn, and over a decade of putting it in practice,” Lucifer thought about his daughter, a small smile making it’s way into his expression, she really was the best thing to happen to him.

He finished up with Adams good wing and moved onto finishing off the wrecked one. Applying the disinfectant to the infected spots on the underside before reaching for the preening oil again.

“Y’know, maybe in another life we would’ve hated each other less.”

Lucifer just laughed and started preening the wing, yeah right, maybe in a reality where the apple incident never happened, “You’re sick Adam, feverish even.”

“And you’re a wife-stealer.”

“Should have been better in bed.”

“Fuck you,”

Lucifer stuck his tongue out at the first man, earning a tired chuckle. Then the seraphim blinked at the sudden warmth radiating out from the feathers. What in the-?

“Oh… they haven’t done that in a while.”

Lucifer blinked up at Adam who was staring at his feathers in amazement, “Ackde-whuh?”

Adam leaned back and closed his eyes, “Yeah… sometimes they just get warm all of a sudden it’s weird. Hasn’t happened in a while though. Apparently it sometimes happened when Lute was around? I dunno why.”

Lucifer blinked a couple of times before letting out a small “huh” and running a hand through the ruined wing, it was definitely warmer.

Sighing, Lucifer let his hand fall away despite the wing chasing it, “Alright well your wings are definitely cleaner now, so I’ll be out of your hair now.”

The seraphim stood up to leave through the balcony, opening the window and almost stepping out when Adam called after him, still sounding exhausted.

“I can see why they left me for you.”

Lucifer paused, before smiling sardonically and looking back at Adam, who looked like he might have just passed out.

“Tell me that when you’re not delusional from illness and I might believe you.”

With that, Lucifer stepped out and left for his own room… though, if Adam woke up to a small plush duck on his nightstand, that was between Lucifer and the god that cast him down.

But there is one thing Lucifer will admit.

Maybe Charlie wasn't wrong about thinking Adam could be redeemed.

Pings:

@sleepy-hijinx @whatataha @cyborg0109 @birbisanon @legogator @overlord-rey @luckyburgerz @spiny-dogfishes @justakidicarus

[iron-bullogna]

you cannot convince me that orin didn't take on her sibling's form and try to pass herself off as them immediately after their disappearance in order to try and learn more from gortash. if she could just be convincing enough maybe she could find out what they were really scheming...

and then orin experiences true disgust and horror for the first time in her life when gortash inevitably tries to proposition "durge"

[cloudcountry]

SUMMARY: blanc and kyle attend your after party.

WARNINGS: none!! :D

COMMENTS: happy birthday @vivislosingitagain <3 thank you for being my friend and for making me so happy this year. i hope you had fun today ^^

“I hope you enjoyed your birthday.” Blanc smiles, his features flickering with shadows in the soft candlelight.

“I did.” you smile back, voice soft as you stroke a sleeping Kyle’s head, “And so did Doctor Ash here, apparently. Drank himself silly celebrating again.”

You try to laugh it off as he snuggles into your hand. It doesn’t work. Blanc notices and his smile turns softer.

“You’re beautiful when you smile.” he says, and your heart skips a beat at his charming words.

Of course. Of course Blanc would slip in a flirtatious comment. As much as Oliver got on his case about it, you could never quite bring yourself to do the same.

“You smiled a lot today.” he adds, standing up from his seat and approaching you from across the small (the too small) dining room space, “I swear, your radiance will never fade.”

You can’t move with Kyle’s head resting on your shoulder, his hand placed gently on your thigh as your hand is buried in his hair. Blanc knows you’re too kind to get up, so he pulls out a seat right next to you.

“We love you dearly, sweetheart.” Blanc places his hand over your free one and intertwines your figures. You forget how to breathe for a second.

“Happy birthday. It’s an honor you spent it with us.”

With the way the world starts spinning, you’re convinced you’ve also had too much to drink. Except you know that’s not the case, because you’re so very aware of Kyle’s warmth on your left and Blanc’s soft smile on your right and oh, how your heart is fluttering like mad.

You’re so in love with them. So, so in love with them.

And when you look at the two of them, you know in your heart they love you too.

The cake rests half-eaten at the table as the three of you end up falling asleep there, ready to wake up with cramps in your necks and sore backs and stinging ears after Oliver for sure scolds you in the morning.

But you also know your hands will be warm, intertwined with the hands of the people who cherish you the most.

[ashanimus]

Fanart for @polyhexian's Jabberwocky.

[theothermaidoftarth]

we’re the ashes on the ground summary

Multi-chapter | M/16+ | Nettles x Cregan Stark

While the Wolf of Winterfell is away, the hounds of the north do play. In the ashes of civil war, a wilding raider makes a move which will change everything.

Nettles has a fine life in the Mountains of the Moon. Worshipped as a goddess by the mountain Valemen, she should want for nothing. The deadly dance has left the dragons of House Targaryen dead, and now she alone rides the largest one in all the world. It was a heady ascension going from orphaned bastard to dragonrider, let alone traitor to goddess. 

Her world is turned upon its head yet again when a decree from the new boy-king and his regents sees Nettles pardoned and granted land in the North. But not out of the kindness of their hearts. 

Sylas the Grim has led a force three thousand strong across the Wall while Cregan Stark and most of his fighting men are far south in King’s Landing; his actions cut short the Hour of the Wolf and the Warden of the North's quest for justice. Cregan turns his eyes to home and hearth, bristling with a need for vengeance and a new ambition to make a name for himself against the wildings like Theon Stark before him.

As a new era dawns around them, Nettles and Cregan find themselves drawn to each other against all odds. Can they transverse their changing world together, opening their hearts to one another and the prospect of happiness and love, or will the shadows of the past prove too strong? 

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[bibuddie]

either ‘i’m not going to hurt you.’ or ‘c’mere. shh, it’s okay.’ <3

"c'mere. shh, it's okay."

buck's still trembling when eddie's hands close around his biceps, dragging him backwards gently so his back's pressed against eddie's chest. his chest heaves as he grips eddie's hands on his arms, a grounding presence to keep him in the moment as he tries to string a coherent thought together.

nightmares don't come for buck as often as they used to, not since eddie was there to hold him at night. but sometimes, if he's had a particularly stressful day at work, they'll manage to sneak up on him without warning. he'll see eddie get shot over and over in slow motion, a sick replay of the worst day of his life. and then when he manages to get his feet from under him, he'll feel heat coursing through his veins, feeling electricity pulsing at his fingertips as he's sent flying over the edge of a ladder, and he'll be outside of his own body as he's dangling 100 feet up in the air, eddie bleeding out on the asphalt below him as he lets out a blood curdling scream that no one can hear—

it's usually then that eddie wakes him.

it's late (or early?), and they have to be up in a few hours to take chris to school, and they have a day of groceries and errands and buck feels awful.

"i'm sorry." he whispers.

"don't apologise." eddie's response is immediate and sure, whispered into his skin where eddie's lips meet the back of his shoulder. "was it a bad one?"

buck nods silently, and he feels more than hears eddie's responding hum. they sit in silence for a few minutes as buck fights to regulate his breathing. eddie's hands are resting gently on his stomach now, tapping a slow rhythm that gives buck something to focus on other than the anxiety coursing through his veins.

he doesn't know how long it's been before he feels like he can take a full breath again, seeming both an eternity and no time at all. he lets out a jaw-splitting yawn that has eddie chuckling quietly. "think you can sleep some more? we still have a few hours before we have to be up."

"yeah." buck whispers, allowing eddie to lay him down and raising an arm so eddie can lay against his shoulder. it's not long before he feels sleep beginning to tug at the ends of his consciousness, his eyelids getting heavier and heavier with each passing second. "eddie?"

"yeah, baby?"

"thank you." he mumbles, letting his eyes slip closed in the knowledge that, if he was to fall victim to the ghosts of his past once again, eddie would be there to catch him. and for now, that can be enough.

[ultrabananapudding]

HoA | Salim in Pigtails

While Zain was growing up, his Baba had a habit of growing his hair out long enough for Baby Zain to play around with. They always made sure their hair ties matched.

Bonus: In which Jason does not know how to properly express his feelings.

These doodles were spawned from reading this cute Jalim fic where Nick makes an off hand comment about Salim in Pigtails and that was enough for my mind to latch onto.

[ranilla-bean]

@ash-and-starlight tagged me, tysmmm <3 the game is to share 9 of my favourite books from the last 12 months, or 9 books on my tbr list for this year.

tagging: @faux-fires, @nopantsbroccoli, @catilinas, @slaygentford

[ac3th3shark]

Eiji gets the news that ash is dead.

you might wanna read tags before reading idk.

Eiji had barely been back home in Japan for a week when he got the call.

When he got it, he thought that Max had just wanted to check up on him. He had given him his number right before he left, and he hadn't called or texted yet. Honestly, he was excited to see how Max was doing, being back with Jessica and all.

"Hi max! How are you guys doing?"

"Oh, uh, I'm fine, I guess. Look, uh, I have something to tell you. Don't freak out or anything, ok?"

"..ok?"

"Ash uh, right after you left... Ash.. uh, died."

there was nothing but silence for a few minutes while Eiji was trying to process this. Ash was dead? no. No, he must have misheard something, Ash wasn't dead! No! Ash was way too strong to die! He was alive, he had to be, he was going to finish everything up and come visit him in Japan! Ash wasn't dead, he just couldn't be. Eiji wasn't sure when he started crying, or when and how he ended up on the floor or how long Max had been saying things, but he couldn't make out what it was that he was saying. Ash wasn't... Ash couldn't be... Ash.. Ash was.. Ash was dead. Ash is dead and there's nothing Eiji can do about it. His boyfriend was dead, and he couldn't do anything at all.

"Eiji!"

Eiji snapped out of his thoughts, becoming very aware of the hot tears pouring down his face and the choked sobs coming out of his mouth. He tried to respond but all that came out was more poor attempts at sounds.

"Eiji, it's ok...it'll be ok." Now that he payed attention Max was definitely crying too.

"No..." He managed to force out. It's not ok. Ash is dead. He never should have left, Eiji should have stayed there, in America. He should have stayed there with Ash, protected him, maybe then Ash would still be alive. "No..It's not..It's not ok.."

"Oh, Eiji..." Max doesn't know what to say either, he's been crying too. He couldn't save Griffen, he couldn't save Ash, he can't save anyone can he? And he can't even comfort Eiji.. oh Eiji... He thinks about how upset Eiji must be about this. He cared about Ash a lot, but Eiji was in love with Ash.

The two just sit there for a while, silently crying in each other's distant presence. Neither of them know what to do or say or if they even can say anything. The silence is finally broken when Eiji speaks.

"When... uh.. when's the funeral..?"

"Probably early next month, I'll tell you when I know for sure."

"...Ok, thanks.. I'll see you then."

"Yeah, sure."

Eiji hangs up but continues sitting there on the floor. He curls up into himself more. Ash was really dead. Ash was really dead and there was nothing he could do about it.

[moregraceful]

put 712 of the worst words ever put in a google doc tonight BUT! it is 712 more words in the google doc than i had yesterday. this fic will be more than 2k, so help me god

[casinoquartet]

"So," Red says while leaning back in his seat, "How's makin' it to round two?"

"Ehhhh," Subz says as he fumbles into the room sparsely decorated with a "Losers' Bracket" sign, "I was put up against God. Not much I could do about it."

Red hums, "Seems about right. At least you weren't like Ash."

"I still won!" Ash yells out from the other room, despite trailing into the room the previous day, covered with blood after being mercilessly pummeled. At least Subz and Clown don't look as bad as the rest of them, even if both of them have seen better days.

Clown lets out a snort, "I mean, at least I beat out Tubbo the first round. I think that counts for something."

"You barely did," Red says as he recalls Clown barely surviving the previous night, "At least you didn't get swept first round...unlike me."

Subz lets out an amused snort before walking out the door again, "Yeah, sorry," He looks at a message on his communicator, "Uh. I gotta go, Joe invited me for tea. For 'Good Sportsmanship' or something like that. Cya."

All of them say goodbye as Subz shuts the door behind him.

Branzy huffs, "Man, why don't I get invited to anything like that?! I got freaking sacrificed for goodness sakes!"

"Listen, it was a little bit funny."

"Maybe to you, Red! But not for me!" Branzy says as he medical supplies for Ash, his campaign was the one with the most losses, after all.

Red lets out a snort, "At least your campaigners didn't lose too badly, unlike As-"

"I can still hear you!"

"You weren't supposed to hear that!" Red yells back.

It's hard to hear through the muffled wall, but they're pretty sure Ash said something about "kicking their asses if he wasn't recovering in bed."

Clown shakes his head, "On the bright side Branzy, your sacrifice helped me out in round 2!"

"Oh, shut up you two!" Branzy protests back, "I even lost in the redemption poll..."

"You and me both, Branzy," Red says.

Branzy takes a deep breath.

"You and me both."

[chronicowboy]

i NEED to stop telling mutuals about fic ideas i never intend to write it doesn't end well for me!!! (still love u big bullies tho @danielsousa @shitouttabuck @jamietarts <3)

[ashyronfire]

Red Sky at Morning || Chapter 31: Yet Know The Cost

Title: Chapter 31 - Yet Know The Cost Rating: M Characters: Grimm, The Grimm Troupe (including OCs), The Radiance

Warnings: Introspect-Heavy, Found Family, Pre-Canon, Time Travel Fix-It Adjacent, Grey-and-Grey Morality, Torture, Aftermath of Torture, Dismemberment, Graphic Depictions of Violence, The Author Likes Gore

Summary:

“Irrelevant,” he told the moth. “I could be the worst fighter in the entire kingdom and you the best. But I cannot be killed. You can. It would destroy me to know that you’d been hurt. I would suffer a thousand wounds before you suffered one. You have no argument that will change my mind on that matter.” Reed hissed at him. That was a very him sound. It made him smile, all crinkles to the eyes, and the moth fluttered his wings in agitation.

Author’s Notes: Aaaaaa this arc was unplanned and Fae just DROPPED IT ON ME against my will while writing, adding 15+ chapters to this fic, because it wasn't long enough to start with ???

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[scarletslippers]

I remember the moment

The official kickoff of Summer of Cute!!!

Advance critic reviews rave: “THIS WAS THE CUTEST THING YOU’VE EVER WRITTEN - IT'S JUST SEVEN PAGES OF THEM IN LOVE - WHAT MORE COULD I ASK FOR” - @flythesail​​

More than 5 times Nancy puts on Ace's lanyard, and one time he puts on hers. Read on AO3

“Nancy, I have to go!” he calls down the hall to her. “You know how Connor is when I’m late.”

“Coming!” The word is garbled but discernible and the reason becomes clear when she emerges from their bedroom, still in her pajamas, toothbrush hanging out of the corner of her mouth.

Ace smiles at her - she looks adorable, still grumpy in her own morning rush. Wordlessly he holds up the lanyard for her to take, letting it dangle from his fingers and she tugs it smoothly over his head with practiced ease. Ace takes his opportunity while he’s leaned in close to press a kiss to her cheek. “I love you. I’ll see you later.”

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[ontargetmadders]

It is really funny how much more popular a fic can get as soon any kind of smut comes into play lol