#a6 drabbles

[daily-odile]

everything is the same except Odile is the one looping

oh. heheheheh. muahahahaha. hold on *digs through my pile of disorganized sketches*

Odile loops au; a sketch compilation!!

Some old fic drabbles + associated sketches under cut (a6 secret spoilers):

hc: Since equipment carries over, as long as Odile uses her book in a fight, she can write down notes and have it carry over loops

toxic doomed yuri (for a more fleshed out fic I highly recommend The Sweetest Thing by soreimoon, it's amazing)

#isat #odile loops au #in stars and time #isat spoilers #isat odile #odile timeloop au #isat au #congrats on unleashing the hell gates of odile looping au!!! I've thought about it a bunch!!!!! #contexts: #candy is a reference to sasasap i think. not sure if odile likes candy though #i think it'd be funny if odile struggled with understanding how shields work for a bit. she spends several loops asking mirabelle for help #I think odile would actually spend more time in the loops once she's sure she can just loop again. They're not actually in a rush after all #and she might as well maximize her loops #under cut: #she leaves all of her excess books with loop. Loop has another thing to do while waiting #yes loop is still you know who in this one #toxic doomed yuri is just very self indulgent teehee thanks discord folks #not depicted: I also think that the more loops she does the more she views them as experiments #with variables to control and test #that's where she starts falling off the deep end and start testing stuff like. not warning siffrin about the rock #(instantly regrets it though. loops back the first time she tries) #day 26 today? #A big one! Have funnn #you can tell some of these are really old by the different colored background lmfao

[satrs]

Hi✨ if you're still doing the drabbles I wanna request A6 with Oliver please :)🩷

To the event

FEATURING; AIKU OLIVER x FEM!READER

୨୧ TAGS; NSFW CONTENT. MDNI! pwp. Somnophila. fingering. dirty talk. petnames(beautiful only once).

୨୧ WC; 0.3k

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+!

He couldn't help it.

You just looked so cute as you sleep away your troubles peacefully, chest rising and falling with each calm breath you took.

His hand found its way beneath the covers, sneaking itself into your panties. A surprised hum left his lips at your wetness, fingers gliding through your puffy folds to gather your arousal on them.

Soon, your breathing got faster, his sinister movements reaching you in your deep slumber, mind thinking of various scenarios of him, head turning from side to side as you try to fight your lust-filled thoughts.

But he, Oliver, made them impossible for you to ignore. The tip of his finger rubbed your sweet spot repeatedly, earning low huffs out of you. And if he angled it just right, he might get one of those sweet moans he loved out of you.

“Does that feel good?”

His voice was shallow, not speaking to you or himself, but to your weeping cunt, sucking his thick finger in as lewd sounds turned up in volume with each skillful thrust of his.

You were still asleep, at the bridge of crossing consciousness, eyes fighting with sleep as your face twists in both confusion and pleasure.

His gaze was on your glistening cunt taking the finger he shoved inside, milking it as if it was his cock. Hisheterochromatic eyes soon rose to your face to get an answer out of you, breathy laughter soon being replaced by a smirk tugging on his features. "By the looks of it, it does."

His grin did not flatter, even after your eyes flutter open, hanging low with remnants of sleep as you knit your brows, confusion washing over your face as your gaze shifts to the blanket that barely covered your stomach, odd movements visible from above.

"Mornin', Beautiful. Hope I didn't interrupt your beauty sleep." You put the puzzle together, being hit with realisation just as he inserted his second digit, almost imediantly earning a moan in respose.

"Sorry. But your pussy 's been callin' out for me." He stated in his defense, a third digit following suit.

"Can't have her restless now can I?"

©︎𝐊-𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐒. all rights reserved. Do NOT plagiarize, copy, modify, republish, or translate my work in any way!

#◛⑅·˚ ᵂᴼᴿᴷ #blue lock smut #lec writes!۵ #blue lock #bllk smut #blue lock x you #oliver aiku smut #oliver aiku #oliver bllk #blue lock oliver #blue lock x female reader

[bullet-prooflove]

A Perfect Moment: Neron 'Creeper' Vargas x Reader

Tagging: @anime-weeb-4-life @est1887 @mysoulisasunflower @drabbles-mc

Neron had never expected you to walk into his life. He didn’t expect a lot of things. His existence had taught him that expectations were a waste of time, that they could be dashed within a single moment. At least that was his experience.

He’s been a junkie; he’s been an addict. He’s done with all that now. Still there are times when he craves a drink or a fix, his fingers twitching when there’s a moment of quiet. He knows it’s best to keep himself occupied, which is why he carries around a sketch book, it’s A6, a tiny little thing that resides in his back pocket along with a black fineliner. He used to draw comics back in L.A. before the drugs took hold, stupid little things that he’d experienced in his daily life. The homeless man that he sat down with in The Valley, the hooker on the street corner smoking a cigarette and waiting for a john. He’d recreate them in his own style, the bold black and the stark white bringing them to life on a page.

He's picked it up again since he’s got sober this time around. It’s this third go but he’s determined it’ll stick; things are different now than they were before. He knows he can turn to Riz if he’s having one of those nights, if the cravings start to take hold, if the pressures too much. He knows Bishop will put him to work, keep him busy. That Coco will talk shit out with him if he needs it. The others. They’re there too, each in their own way. His support network is bigger now, more robust. He’s more resilient these days, he’s done the work, had the counselling, he knows what his triggers are. He knows that that temporary high doesn’t solve the bigger problem, that it’s a false economy.

It's the periods of silence that get him, it’s why he plays music all the time in the van. When his mind is unoccupied, it wanders so he gets out his little sketch book and he draws. He likes the way the pen feels on the page, the drag of it, the way the shades fill in the space. He could spend hours like this, locked over it, creating the things he sees in his head. He has thousands of them in his apartment, all neatly set aside in storage boxes.

When he sees you standing next to Hank outside the community centre, your skin covered in that beautiful expressive ink something happens. He’s not sure what it is, it’s like a switch flicks inside of him and suddenly his world is blossoming in colour. It’s overstimulating in a way, too rich and too saturated, he wants to switch it off, but he finds he can’t. Although it’s a real feeling, he’s never experienced it before. He’s not sure how to combat it, if it actually needs combating.  

He watches you through the window of the van. You’re poetry in motion, a flurry of hands and impression as you step up against the blank wall and gesture to the open space. Hank looks back down at the A4 sketchbook in his hands before nodding and jotting something down.

It takes Neron a second to realise who you are. He’s never met you before, but he’s heard about you, he thinks you must have crossed paths a hundred times, but this is the first time he’s actually laid eyes on you. He’s heard your voice through an open door down a corridor, he knows the timbre of it, the lilt of your accent.  He remembers thinking it was beautiful, it makes him think of steel cutting through silk.

You’re one of the tattoo artists Hank qualified with, you have a shop a few doors down by Felipe Reyes. He’s lost count of the number of times he’s been past it, it always catches his attention. There’s such vividness in the colours you’ve used to decorate the storefront, it’s eye catching and subtle at the same time, like you he thinks. He doesn’t realise he’s stepping out of the van until his boots hit the ground, it’s almost a compulsion. His feet are moving on their own accord towards you and Hank. He’s not usually so brazen, underneath his bravo he’s shy, especially when it’s about something he cares about. That thought surprises him because formally he hasn’t even met you yet, but he’s decided he cares.  He cares about what you think, about who you are, he wants to get to know you. He’s not sure where that comes from.

You greet him a smile as he approaches and fuck if it doesn’t feel like there’s a fucking sunbeam blossoming in his chest. It’s like that moment you step out of your house and into the sunshine or the first time you see a rainbow on a rainy day.

“Neron.” He introduces himself when he takes your hand.

He notices that your fingertips are stained with paint, Hues of red, orange and yellow licking up your skin. They’re warm colours, he feels their heat as they brush over his flesh.

When you say your name, he smiles because it’s perfect. It flows off his tongue as he repeats it, like it was always meant to roll from his lips. Hank must sense something because he excuses himself, the left side of his mouth twitching up.

Neron finds himself sitting on the wall that lines the community centre, alongside of you, hips nudging as you both study the blank canvas in front of you. You describe your plans for the mural, show him the designs that the kids have been working on, explain how you plan to incorporate them. He admires your creativity, your drive to complete something that will show what San Padre’s all about in the aftermath of the poverty caused by the Galindo Agra Park project falling through.

He notices you squinting a little as you study the whitewashed wall because the way the lights refracting off it, so he hands you, his sunglasses. And fuck if they don’t look like they’ve belonged on you all along. As he sits there under the sun, talking creative shit he feels at peace.

It’s a perfect moment one he treasures for the rest of his life.

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[thebearchives]

ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ's "kisses for 500" celebration!

hi guys!! thank you all so much for 500 followers!! to celebrate, i wanted to write some drabbles that you guys request, focusing on drivers and types of kisses :))

i've listed some prompts, as well as drivers that i will be writing for during this time below for you guys to mix and match. send me as many or as little as you want!

i'll be keeping requests open until october 20th, and will try to get them all out to you as soon as possible, so request while you can :)

requests are now CLOSED.

from @mirclealignr's prompt list:

cheek kisses

cheek kisses

neck kisses

forehead kisses

nose kisses

jawline kisses

eyelid kisses

accidental kiss

kissing to shut them up

[removed due to duplicity]

surprised with a kiss

kissing to get their attention

GROUP B:

from @eudemon-ia's prompt list:

smiling into the kiss

kissing their palm

shoulder kisses

temple kisses

lips barely touching

kisses in the corner of their mouth

giggly kisses

kissing each finger

GROUP C:

from @kashimalin-fanfiction's prompt list:

an accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose.

one person pouting, only to have it removed by a kiss from the other person.

tucking their hands beneath the other person’s shirt, just to watch them break the kiss and gasp in surprise at the sensation of cold/warm hands on their skin.

a kiss that tastes of the food/dessert they are eating.

GROUP D:

from @urfriendlywriter's prompt list:

"i like the taste of your lips on mine"

neck grabbing during kisses

intimate back hugs where they slowly trail kisses from your collarbone to your jaw, making you shiver

GROUP E:

from @delilahfairchild's prompt list:

kissing your lover's knuckle before a dance

place a kiss on your lover's nape after taking off their necklace

your lover leans in for a kiss, but they just kiss you tenderly and pull back to see your reaction, only then to crash their lips against yours passionately

kissing in the rain, where your hair is an entangled mess, but you both don't care. you have each other and that's enough (bonus point if it was during a thunderstorm and you cup your lover's face to make them look at you) specify if you want the bonus point or not

DRIVERS:

charles leclerc

pierre gasly

arthur leclerc

carlos sainz

daniel ricciardo

max verstappen

HOW TO REQUEST:

find a prompt you like! [remember its group letter and number or the prompt itself!]

pick a driver!

send an ask!

example: A6 w/ [driver name]

happy requesting! thank you for 500 followers, and sorry this celebration post came so late :') <333

#— kisses for 500 #kiss prompts #charles leclerc #pierre gasly #arthur leclerc #carlos sainz #daniel ricciardo #max verstappen #f1 driver x reader #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 drabble

[endlesstwanted]

Ants And Wombats

Fasten your seat belt and come with Darcy and Sam in this new adventure looking for Scott Lang. Read on Ao3!

Fandoms: Ant-Man (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: General Audiences Pairing: Darcy Lewis/Sam Wilson Tags: References to Ant-Man (2015), Investigations, Alliances, Drabble Sequence Summary: When an Avengers show up during your free day looking for a bug-size menace, you can’t really say no. Wordcount: 1,000 (100 per chapter, 300 on chapter 6)

Created for the following @darcylewisbingohq Megacard prompts (chapters order):

Chapter 1: Clever god, L7 — help

Chapter 2: San Francisco, S5 — travel

Chapter 3: Supers and their suits, A5 — costume

Chapter 4: In it for the chase, A6 — money

Chapter 5: Nicknames and secrets, C5 — bite

Chapter 6: The Wombats, and other allies, L1 — friends

Chapter 7: The Ant-Man’s origins, E6 — daughter

Chapter 8: The end … for now?, R6 — shield

In addition, The Wombats, and other allies also fills the April Fools Crack Prompt Flash Challenge prompt The Wombats (unexpectedly competent Ant-man sidekicks).

Happy reading!

#dlbingohq #marvel fanfic #darcy lewis #sam wilson #drabble

[thelastundeadbraincell]

A6 Fanfic Masterlist

Don't mind me, I just needed to sort my A6 fics chronologically because even I am getting lost in Maeve's timeline (you'll understand why if you click the read more).

If anyone's interested, you can also find them all here (recommended if you're not interested in drabbles or want to read the synopses). Maeve is on Damon's route with Vexx as her ex, and I'm planning to build them as a post-game throuple.

Anyway, the full timeline is under the cut. Fics marked as [Short] are drabbles and other flashfics of less than 500 words.

Pre-Canon: Childhood

Tales 1: Still With You • [Mature] • [Short] • [June & Jules]

Tales 1: Strays • [Mature] • [Short] • [Damon & Alisa]

A21: Lullaby • [Teen] • [Short] • [Nerissa & Maeve]

Pre-Canon: Misc

The Wallflower and the Party-Pooper • [Teen] • [Calderon & Maeve & Sorenn]

Up Close • [Teen] • [Vexx/Maeve]

Tales 1: Accident • [Teen] • [Short] • [Vexx/Maeve]

A21: Stardust • [Teen] • [Short] • [Vexx/Maeve]

Tales 1: Royal Scuffle • [Teen] • [Short] • [Vexx/Maeve]

A21: Wounded • [Teen] • [Short] • [Vexx/Maeve]

Tales 1: What is Love? • [Teen] • [Short] • [Vexx/Maeve]

Puppy • [Teen] • [Vexx/Maeve]

Tales 1: Drawbacks • [Teen] • [Short] • [Vexx/Maeve]

A21: Protector • [Teen] • [Short] • [Vexx/Maeve]

A Kiss So Sweet • [Teen] • [Vexx/Maeve]

A21: Scar • [Teen] • [Short] • [Vexx/Maeve]

Tales 1: Banana • [Mature] • [Short] • [Vexx/Maeve]

A21: Masquerade • [Teen] • [Short] • [Vexx/Maeve]

Stay With Me Tonight • [Explicit] • [Vexx/Maeve]

Date Night • [Teen] • [Vexx/Maeve]

Tales 1: Princesses don't cry • [Mature] • [Short] • [Vexx/Maeve]

Stairway to Heaven • [Explicit] • [Vexx/Maeve]

Tales 1: Happy Birthday • [Teen] • [Short] • [Vexx/Maeve]

Pre-Canon: Night of the Attack

Her Sister's Keeper • [Teen] • [Nerissa & Maeve, background Vexx/Maeve]

A21: Alone • [Teen] • [Short] • [Vexx/Maeve]

A21: Attack • [Teen] • [Short]

A21: June • [Teen] • [Short] • [June & Calderon]

A21: Chase • [Teen] • [Short] • [Vexx/Maeve]

Episode 1 Tie-ins

A21: Broken • [Teen] • [Short]

A21: Ryona • [Teen] • [Short] • [Ryona & Maeve]

Tales 1: Someone Like You • [Teen] • [Short] • [Damon & Maeve]

Episode 2 Tie-ins

A21: Oppo • [Teen] • [Short] • [Oppo & Maeve]

A21: Damon • [Teen] • [Short] • [Damon/Maeve]

Episode 3 Tie-ins

Let Her Go • [Teen] • [Vexx/Maeve]

A21: Cal • [Teen] • [Short] • [Calderon & Maeve, Calderon & Sorenn]

Tales 1: One Against the World • [Teen] • [Short]

A21: Doodle • [Teen] • [Short] • [Aya & Maeve]

A21: Haunted • [Teen] • [Short] • [Damon/Maeve]

Tales 1: Favors (Part 1) • [Teen] • [Short] • [Ryona & Maeve]

Episode 4 Tie-ins

A21: Alisa • [Teen] • [Short] • [implied Damon/Maeve]

A21: Moonlight • [Teen] • [Short] • [past Vexx/Maeve, implied Damon/Maeve]

Tales 1: Kiss the Girl (Part 1) • [Teen] • [Short] • [Damon & Alisa, Damon/Maeve]

Tales 1: Kiss the Girl (Part 2) • [Teen] • [Short] • [Damon/Maeve]

Tales 1: Favors (Part 2) • [Teen] • [Short] • [Ryona & Damon]

Episode 5 Tie-ins

A21 Bonus: Damon • [Teen] • [Short] • [Damon/Maeve]

(not) a dinner date • [Mature] • [Damon/Maeve, past Vexx/Maeve]

A21 Bonus: Protector • [Teen] • [Short] • [Damon/Maeve, past Vexx/Maeve]

Happy With Someone Else • [Teen] • [Damon/Maeve, past Vexx/Maeve]

Tales 1: Puppies and Kittens • [Teen] • [Short] • [Damon & Vexx, Damon/Maeve, past Vexx/Maeve]

A21: Memories • [Teen] • [Short] • [Vexx/Maeve]

A21: Traitor • [Teen] • [Short] • [Vexx/Maeve]

Episode 6 Tie-ins

Tales 1: The Other Sister • [Teen] • [Short] • [Alisa & Nerissa]

A21: Blood • [Teen] • [Short] • [Vexx & Maeve]

Love, Loss, and Moving On • [Teen] • [Damon/Maeve, past Vexx/Maeve]

Tales 1: Shopping Trip (Part 1) • [Teen] • [Short] • [Aya & Maeve]

Tales 1: Shopping Trip (Part 2) • [Teen] • [Short] • [Aya & Maeve]

Tales 1: Restlessness • [Teen] • [Short] • [Damon & Vexx & Ryona, Damon/Maeve]

Tales 1: Favors (Part 3) • [Mature] • [Short] • [Damon/Maeve]

Tales 1: Sweet Dreams • [Mature] • [Short] • [Vexx/Maeve (past), Damon/Traveler]

Post-Canon

Tales 1: Echo • [Teen] • [Short] • [Oppo & Maeve]

A21: Knife • [Teen] • [Short] • [Damon/Maeve]

Tales 1: Challenge Accepted • [Mature] • [Short] • [Damon/Maeve]

Dreams of the Future • [Teen] • [Damon/Maeve]

Tales 1: Bedtime • [Teen] • [Short] • [Damon/Maeve]

Diamonds in the Sky • [Teen] • [Damon/Maeve]

A21 Bonus: Moonlight • [Teen] • [Short] • [Damon/Maeve]

A21: Bash • [Teen] • [Short] • [Bash & Maeve, Vexx & Maeve]

A21: Cat • [Teen] • [Short] • [Calderon & Maeve, mention of Damon/Maeve]

A21: Aya • [Teen] • [Short] • [Aya & Calderon & Maeve]

A21: Dream • [Teen] • [Short] • [Damon/Maeve] • [Longer version here]

Damon Gets Peg(asi)ed • [Explicit] • [Damon/Maeve]

Tales 1: Three's Company (Part 1) • [Teen] • [Short] • [Vexx/Maeve/Damon]

Tales 1: Three's Company (Part 2) • [Mature] • [Short] • [Vexx/Maeve/Damon]

Tales 1: Three's Company (Part 3) • [Mature] • [Short] • [Vexx/Maeve/Damon]

Tales 1: Game Night • [Teen] • [Short] • [Damon & Vexx & Maeve & A6 crew]

Tales 1: Empty Space • [Teen] • [Short] • [Vexx/Maeve]

Four Seasons • [Teen] • [Vexx/Maeve/Damon]

Misc. (could take place whenever)

No Pain Without Pain • [Teen] • [Damon/Maeve]

A21: Poison • [Teen] • [Short] • [Damon & Ryona]

A21: Bionics • [Teen] • [Short] • [Bash/Ryona]

Non-Canon

A21: Vexx • [Teen] • [Short] • [Vexx & Maeve]

A21: Royal • [Teen] • [Short] • [Damon/Maeve]

Sleeping Beauty • [Mature] • [Vexx/Maeve]

#andromeda six #andromeda 6 #oc: maeve peg'asi #maeve fic masterlist

[hola53]

Coi's Will fics - Flipping Great ღ | ✨ (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1089658577-coi%27s-will-fics-flipping-great-%E1%83%A6-%E2%9C%A8?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Ariella_52&wp_originator=WPz%2FqUVqpkojapU65RTboqoJsTj0tDqHi7xvrZH252iXKkRO7rKPPh9PPNaz6S5Jjgvxz%2BbvcI6mD6g9uJf1PwKgR%2BP1mgkq78QtR2LtkK37hRFCXJ%2BgrHQJzsMYfRzc here's where all of the drabbles, oneshot headcanons, series, etc. for Will will reside! Cross posted from Cabinofimagines on Tumblr!

#heroesofolympus #hoo #percyjackson #pjo #pjoxreaer #readerinster #readerinstert #solace #solacexreader #solangeloxreader #tao #trailsofapollo #willsolace #willxreader #xreader #xyou #fanfiction #books #wattpad #amreading

[grassangel]

It makes me feel better that my word count per page in my grubby little A6 fic notebook is ~80 words.

That's almost an entire drabble! I shouldn't be disappointed that I'm only writing 4 pages or so before I burn out of an idea. That's a ficlet worth of words! I should type them up and put em on AO3! I've put up drabbles before!

I've even put up prompts that I'm not entirely happy with! I should put these ones up, even if I only wrote them to run my pen out of ink!

#talky

[animegenork]

Sorry to interrupt regularly scheduled ignoring my random, but I wanted to put these somewhere, so I figured I’d put him here on my blog!

Basically, I wrote these short drabbles for each LI from @andromeda-six some number of months ago (I have no idea what time is anymore, but I think this was in July), around the time when Episode 4 was still blowing my mind. I did it as a sort of comfort thing and to do something nice for some friends, but I actually kinda liked them? So I figured I’d share, if that’s okay... If not you can just unfollow me like a bunch of people have been doing LMAO

All below the cut! :D

For my fellow Damon stans

If Calderon Hadn’t Cockblocked in the DLC 

"Yeah..." he says. "Stunning." 

 I realize he's not talking about the fireflies anymore as I turn my head to see him staring at me. My body starts to hum with the attention he's giving me; of course, he's looked at me before, but something about this is... different. 

 "Traveler," he murmurs, his voice quieter than I've ever heard it. He's not one to be quiet, I realize. It's either silence or full volume with this one. 

 My breath stops in my throat as his hand lightly touches my chin, as he has many times before. As he leans closer, I feel the logical part of my brain trying to push me away. He's bad news, it says. You shouldn't get involved. 

Screw logic. 

 His lips touch mine, and I feel something inside me melt. It's like he's some sort of poison, tearing me apart from the inside out. But somehow, that's good in this case. I decide I like poisons named Damon. 

Briefly, he pulls away, searching my eyes for any signs of protest, though I can't imagine ANYONE'S ever protested a kiss from him. Except maybe Calderon. 

"Was that stunning?" I nearly choke out, and the smirk that creeps up his face makes the stupid joke worth it. 

 "In a way," he replies, leaning in to kiss me again. 

I should volunteer to do the laundry more often.

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For the Bash-ers (wait no that sounded wrong WHAT I MEANT WAS--)

Stars

Bash is waiting for me outside my room. He's in the process of hanging up one of his outrageous doodles, but he smiles despite being caught in action. "Sleep well?" 

"Ehhh," I reply, though my nonchalance is definitely offset by the dark circles under my eyes. It's hard to sleep when you have the weight of a galaxy resting on your shoulders. 

He studies my face for a moment before grinning. "Alright, come on." 

Grabbing my hand, he drags me through the hallway to the loading bay, until I can see the stars out the window, like I did the first day I woke up on the Six. A smile lifts the corners of my lips. The stars, as always, bring some sense of comfort to me. Looking at them, it's like there's nothing that could bother me.

I smile up at Bash. "Thanks, Bash."

"Oh, come on." I look up at him quizzically, and he wraps his arms around me, lifts me off the ground, and spins me around. "SMILE WIDER!" he practically screams, and I laugh at how weird he's being about something as simple as a smile. But that's Bash, I suppose. That's just the way he is.

He stops spinning me and looks up at me with his gleaming green eye and glinting yellow one. This time, my smile is more genuine. "Thank you." 

Setting me down gently, he kisses me on the forehead, which surprises me and delights me all at once. "Anytime, Traveler."

It takes all my willpower not to melt to the floor in a puddle as I blush myself silly.

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Now Juuuuuuune (baby boy)

Hold My Hand

At first, I was just determined to meet June's lizard. Then, I find him in one of the storage closets, frowning at the wall as if it had just insulted him. "June?"

He doesn't answer, not at first. Then, slowly, he turns, and from the haunted look in his eye, I can tell he was just in a dark place. That wasn't this closet, that is.

"Traveler," he says hoarsely. He steps out of the closet and closes the door behind him, leaning heavily against it. "What's up?"

I can't possibly ask him about his lizard right now. "I, uh... just wanted to say hi."

June manages a weak grin. "Hi."

"Hi." We're silent then, and I see that something is still weighing on him. So I do something a bit drastic.

I hold out my hand. "Hold my hand, June."

"What?" He shoots me a questioning look, but, seeing the look on my face, he obliges and gives me his hand. Unsurprisingly, it's a bit calloused and rough, and a part of me just wants to hold it there and pretend time isn't passing around us.

But no, this isn't about me. This is about June. He's hurting, and I want him to feel better. It's not right for such a sweet man to be hurting this much.

I lift his hand to my lips and kiss his palm gently. Then, I close his fingers over his own hand and look up at him. "If you need someone to talk to, I'm here, June."

A light blush is spreading across his cheeks, but his weak smile softens as he murmurs, "Thanks, Traveler."

He wraps his arms around me in a hug, and I embrace him back. Sometimes, we all need to remember that we're not alone in this fucked-up universe.

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For Cal-ers? (Was that funny? No? Okay I thought so)

Lynch the Cal-y Cat

Pushing Calderon's buttons shouldn't have been as amusing as it was, and yet, it continued to amuse me. Perhaps Damon and Aya were rubbing off on me too much, or perhaps a part of me had always been this mischievous.

I wasn't quite sure what possessed me to do it, but I acquired a pair of cat ears, yellow, like his hair, and I was trying to sneak them onto his head without his noticing. As I tiptoe up behind him, I realize with a sudden clarity that there is no one else around, and so, he is that much more likely to hear me coming. Dammit.

And indeed, he turns around before I succeed, a scowl upon his face. I have a split second lead on him, so I slip the cat ears on his head before he can protest. 

"What the hell?" he grumbles, rolling his eyes up, as if he can see the top of his head by doing so.

I start laughing uncontrollably, doubling over and practically not breathing anymore. He watches me enjoy his annoyance with a dark expression on his face. Even if he's pissed, the sight of him with kitty ears is priceless.

After a few moments, his face softens into a more neutral expression. I glance up at him, still shaking with the force of my laughter, and ask, "Cat got your tongue?" I bite my lip before I start rolling on the floor.

"You're smiling."

What? "Huh?"

Calderon looks away, as if saying something like this was a nuisance. "You're not moping around anymore. It's good to see you out and about."

Had he been WORRIED about me? Well, that was all sorts of embarrassing. "Uh, yeah, um, thanks, I guess...?"

He gives me a curt nod and continues down the hallway. "Oh, and Traveler?" I turn and raise my eyebrows at him. There's mischief gleaming in his eyes, and I'm not sure what to think about it.

"Be prepared for my payback." And then he leaves.

Oh, man. Why does that make me smile wider than I was about the cat ears?

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Now for Aya <3

So About That Pole...

It's weird to consistently think of a sorta-sexy pole dance a friend of yours did just for fun, right? Right.

But I was undoubtedly thinking about that pole dance all the time, and I knew I wouldn't be able to look Aya in the eye until I'd had some semblance of a normal conversation with her again.

So when she surprises me at my room, I think perhaps karma or something is out to get me.

"Traveler! So Bash and I are planning this latest prank-" she begins, and then she sees that a blush is spreading over my face. "Are you sick? Should I take you to Ryona?" She puts her hand on my forehead, and I can't believe I haven't completely lost my shit yet.

That pole dance is on fucking repeat.

"You were saying?" I grit out, ignoring my clammy hands.

Aya cocks an eyebrow. "Oh no, you're not getting out that easily." She leans forward and rests her forehead against mine, and I stare, wide-eyed, into her eyes. Such proximity is really not good for my heart, considering how much I've been thinking about her.

Finally, she narrows her eyes. "Wait. What are you thinking about?" I don't answer, and she starts to grin. "Don't tell me after that dance, you've fallen for me?"

I blush.

She laughs, lacing her fingers with mine. "I'm flattered, Traveler. I'm sorry I didn't prepare you for that." With a kind smile, she winks at me. "But hey, lemme know if you want a repeat show."

Of course, my language skills return at that moment. "I just like that you were having so much fun."

Aya's eyes glitter with some emotion I can't read, and she leans in and whispers: 

"Good. Because I have fun when I'm with you." 

It's a miracle I don't drop dead on the spot.

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Ryona, darling heart

Kiss to Make It Better?

I walk around the infirmary, marveling at all the plants Ryona has placed around the room. They really do give the room a homey touch, much better than I assume most infirmaries must look. At least, my perception of them has been anything but this.

Behind me, the door opens, and I turn to find Ryona, eyebrows raised. "Traveler? What's wrong?"

Now was my chance. I hold up my finger. "I got a bad cut."

Silence.

Ryona starts to chuckle, and I grin awkwardly as she comes over and inspects the cut. "How did this happen?"

"I was practicing with the knife Damon gave me--"

"Say no more."

Okay, good, cuz there was no way I'd admit to Ryona that I kinda-sorta did it on purpose.

But of course, she somehow knew anyway. "You didn't do this to yourself on purpose, did you?" She looks up from the cut to my face, raising a stern eyebrow and pursing her lips. I swallow. How is she so good at that?

So I tell the truth. "I wanted to see you." Wait, shit, I didn't mean to be so blunt about it--

Her chuckle returns as she begins wrapping a bandage around the cut. I watch her nimble fingers work, fascinated by how efficient they are when I can barely do any similar activity without messing up at least once. Which is why I thought it would be believable that I hadn't done this on purpose.

When she's done, Ryona smiles at me. "Need anything else?"

It's childish, but surely she won't mind...? "Maybe a kiss will make it better?"

Ryona's blue skin flickers a bit as a reddish tinge spreads across her cheeks. Nevertheless, she lightly kisses my bandaged finger, and I grin triumphantly. "Does it feel better now?" she asks tightly, as if she's trying not to melt in a puddle like my heart already has.

"Yes. Thanks, Ry," I whisper, leaning forward and resting my forehead against hers. We smile at each other. At my side, my finger tingles.

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And now we have reached Vexx-point! (Was... was that a pun? I don’t know...)

Don’t Worry, I’ll Save You

It's hard to watch someone you love suffer, even if that someone broke your heart not too long ago.

Maybe it was pointless for me to keep my hopes up when it came to Vexx, but I knew, from the moment he told me he hadn't cared, that something was up. Even if it had been all an act, I knew that what we had was something, and it certainly wasn't nothing.

So as I sit here, watching him sleep fitfully in the room where we're keeping him prisoner, I can't help but wonder what that manic look in his eye is all about. What did Zovack do to him? How can I fix it?

Suddenly, Vexx's face crumples into a forlorn expression, and I can't just sit by him anymore. I scoot over to him and put his head in my lap, stroking his red hair. Then, a thought occurs to me, and I take out my music box and open it, letting its lullaby soothe Vexx, even in the midst of his nightmares.

I can't help myself; I lean down and gently kiss his forehead, knowing he won't remember it when he wakes up. "Don't worry, Vexx. I'll save you. I promise."

Though he can't hear me, his lips turn up slightly in a smile, and I have a feeling his bad dreams have shifted to something better.

It's up to me to make that a reality for him.

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Wow I forgot how short that last one was, I’m a bit embarrassed ;w;

But anyway, if you read these, thank you for the taking the time! <3

#andromeda six #a6 #a6 damon #a6 bash #a6 june #a6 calderon #a6 ayame #a6 ryona #a6 vexx #a6 drabbles #i had fun with these while i wrote them #visiting them again was really fun too <3 <3 #can't wait for episode 5 so my mind can be blown all over again!!!

[wayhavnsfinest]

Strays

I did a thing. I wrote a short Damon X reader adromeda six drabble. I haven’t written anything that wasn’t a speech or a research paper in years. I hope you enjoy it. I also hope this hasn’t been done before. I haven’t searched any fanfic for A6 so I don’t really know what’s out there.

Anyway here you go!

Your hand immediately goes to your forehead to shield your eyes from the bright Teranium sun. Ever since you were offered a spot on the crew, you’ve  been running whatever errands Damon thought you could manage. Which apparently consisted of laundry, dishes and the occasional picking up of supplies from Oppo. 

This time however you were sent on a different type of mission- “find Damon and bring him back. We leave in a half hour.” The Captain’s words bounce around your  mind as you start down the alley toward the Arc. After all there are few places where the stab happy assassin can get his disgusting krill juice he enjoys so much. 

After a short but scorching walk to the Arc, you sigh in relief as the cool air from the building caresses your sweaty skin. After a quick lap of the club, it’s clear that Damon isn’t there. Turning you step out of the Arc bracing yourself against the heat as you start the trek back to the ship.

“Come on little guy, that’s it, who’s a sweet boy.”

Your ears perk up as you walk toward the voice. You have to basically pick your jaw off the floor when you see a jacket-less assassin crouched over, coaxing a small malnourished kitten out from behind a dumpster. Admiring the view of his muscular forearms you break yourself out of your trance. “Damon?” The sound of your voice sends the kitten skittering back to his hiding spot behind the dumpster. The assassin stands up and turns toward you, his eyes narrowed, very clearly annoyed. 

“Newbie, unless you’re here to help me smuggle this cat onboard, I would suggest you head back to the ship.”

The question escapes before you can stop yourself. “You’re trying to smuggle a cat onboard?”

“Are you going to help or not?”

Deciding that working under Damon would be a lot more bearable if you helped with this crazy plan, you go along with it. “Sure, I saw that Oppo was offering some sort of  fish at their  club, I’ll go get some if you want to try to coax the little guy out again.” 

“I’ll do that, since clearly you terrify the poor thing.” Giving you a lazy smirk he squats down and resumes trying to coax the kitten out. You can’t help but smile at how soft Damon looks in this moment. Not able to wipe the smile off your face you head back to the Arc. 

Once you secured a basket of what looks like a type of  fish and a bottle of water, you hurry back to where you left the assassin and the cat. Upon arrival you immediately notice the kitten curled up in the lap of  a very pleased assassin. “Well it looks like my fish isn’t needed to win him over.” You smile. As soon as the kitten smells the fish he hops out of Damon’s lap and pads around your feet meowing for food. “Here you go little buddy.” You set down the basket of food and pour the water into a small bowl you swiped from Oppo. 

As the kitten eats, you look at Damon. “So what’s the plan for smuggling this little guy on board?”

Damon shrugs as he puts on his jacket. “I was thinking - a classic misdirection technique. You distract the Commander and I sneak this little guy onboard.”

“What happens when your jacket starts meowing?”

Damon grins “We can say it’s Bash. Besides, if June can have a lizard. We deserve a cat.”

You feel your cheeks heat up. “We?”

Picking up the cat, Damon tucks the kitten safely into his jacket, “yeah I figured, if you help me smuggle him onboard, he’s your responsibility too.”

“I’m surprised you’re into animals. Not something I expected from the team’s assassin”

As he starts back to the ship he shoots you a wink. “I’ve always had a thing for strays.” 

#damon reznor #damon x reader #andromeda six #a6 #short drabble #i haven't written anything besides speeches or research papers in years #let me know if this has been done before #long post #fan fiction #andromeda six traveler #andromeda six damon #andromeda six fanfic

[scgdoeswhat]

Day 2: Memories

Summary: Sometimes memories are all you have.

Rating: T

Words: 320

Author’s Notes: A little something completely different than my usual fare.

Written for the @andromeda-six​ Andromedatober prompt list.

Tag List:  @hellomynameisdevi​​ @brightpinkpeppercorn​​ @leondaltons​​ @toglidethroughlife​​ @the-strangerthings​​ @ayameikeda​

Walking through the ruins of the palace, it takes everything in your power not to turn around and run away as far as your legs can carry you.

This was where you grew up, even if it was a gilded cage.

But now?

The place you once called home was nothing more than an unrecognizable heap of debris full of crumbled marble and broken glass.

You take a steadying breath. You can do this. You have to do this. 

Each step brings back memories of your childhood, happy or unpleasant as they might be. Sure, there were times where you wished things were different, but you never wanted this to happen. They were your family.

Looking out to the courtyard, you see the burnt remnants of your mother's prized gardens. You remember those gardens well. It was one of the places you were allowed to move through freely, without suspecting eyes watching your every move.

The lingering smell of copper and iron waft through your nose and you pause, coughing to clear it out of your system and the reality of the situation sinks in deeper, if that’s even possible. It's one thing to hear about what happened, but it's an entirely different thing to see the destruction with your very own eyes.

"My family..." you croak out, the words dying on your lips. 

You don't know how to feel. Sadness? Anger? Desperation? Despair? You've had months to process how your life was ripped to shreds... but nothing could prepare you for this.

A comforting hand lands on your shoulder, bringing with it an instant calm. You look at the source of warmth and their eyes meet yours, full of sympathy for everything you've been through. 

Your gaze focuses on them, the fear in your eyes receding and somehow you know that at that moment, everything was going to be okay. This is now your time to build new memories.

#andromeda six #andromeda 6 #a6 #andromedatober #calderon lynch #damon reznor #vexx serif #juniper nyux #bash ilahaj #ryona mi'haden #ayame ikeda #sebastian ilahaj #fanfic #poc writers #drabble #commissions open #visual novel #scg writes

[fuhena6]

Is there anyway you could do an super angsty Vexx encounter that ends with a kiss? I’m sorry if this isn’t clear. English isnt my first language ❤️

Traveler encountering Vexx - (angst)

Don't worry, it was clear enough ! I hope it is what you expected ☺️🤗

You spotted the red hair without difficulty. There he was, finally. You had been looking for him since the last heartbreaking meeting ; it was impossible for you to believe his hurtful words, so unlike him, so cruel yet not convincing. The anger that had disfigured his face had not reached his eyes, you were sure of that.

Or maybe you simply wanted to be sure, to convince yourself that your friend and lover, that your biggest pillar was still here.

You made your way through the crowd, trying to be as discreet as possible, waiting for him to walk to a more secluded place. It did not take long ; a few minute later, you penetrated into a dimly lit alley. The noise of the main street faded, as if it was absorbed by the tall walls surrounding your shaking figure. Your eyes, not yet used to the obscurity, did not allow you to see fast enough that the road before you was empty.

You felt a hand grab roughly the back of you neck, making it impossible for you to turn nor flee. The first shock was quickly replaced by the certitude of having succeeded. His calloused hand was revealing Vexx's identity. Doing your best to remain poised, your whispered ;

- Vexx, you're hurting me.

- I told you next time bad things would happen. I told you. I warned you.

His voice was trembling. You assumed it was from rage, and said nothing to not feed his anger, looking for the perfect way of phrasing your questions and confessions.

However, the shiver in Vexx's voice was not betraying his wrath but the utter fear that had creeped inside of him from the very moment he had noticed you following him.

He did not want to hurt you. Nor to see you killed. But what choice did he have? Did he have any choice to begin with? He had clung to the hope of knowing you were safe somewhere. But you were with mercenaries. And now with him. How could he not kill you? If he killed you, would it be besser? Worse? For him? For you?

Everything became blurry. He grabbed your neck more tightly. Nausea surged, overwhelming his throat. He heard your voice without listening to your words. He had to. It had to be him, not them. But his his sick self-inflicted brainwash was not enough ; he could not tighten his grip any more.

You heard his sobs. You felt the fingers finally release you. As your turned to face him, you saw him fall apart, fall on the ground, his knees deep in the dust as he looked down, giving you the relieving feeling you had won an arduous fight.

"Leave", he whimpered. "Leave", he repeated, broken, salty streams dirtying his face. "I can't do it. I won't be able to."

You did not know if he was stating his incapacity to hurt or to protect you. It did not matter : none were his duty. You crouched, imitating his posture, and cupped his right cheek. He leaned against your palm, his eyes still focused on avoiding you. You had never seen him so hurt and defenseless. However, you could still recognize Vexx, the one man who had always been worried for you, the one who was yearning for your affection while trying to refrain his own desires.

You made him lift his chin with a slight movement of you hand, begging him to look at you.

- You're alive and so am I. Promise me it will remain this way. Promise me to meet me again, soon, safe and sound. We will overcome that together.

He parted his lips, unsure of what to answer, but a glimmer of hope was now flickering in his eyes.

Still cupping his cheek, you approached your face. Your mouth reached his. He did not break the contact, and you deepened the kiss, attempting to snatch the oath directly from his lips.

Ultimately he answered, his lips pressing back, moving slowly. A new wave of relief warmed the pit of your stomach, quickly gaining your whole body.

You eventually stood up, helping him to do the same. No more words were necessary, which did not prevent you from ordering in a whisper :

- Take care of yourself.

The tall walls faded away behind you while the memory was engraving itself in your memory, fuelling your renewed determination. Soon, safe and sound.

#a6 #angst #drabble #headcanon #I'm sorry this took so long #i wasnt feeling comfortable writing/posting angst given the current mundial issues #but maybe it isnt so bad to do so...

[kuro-morale-events]

Meet @akuma-hoshi !

@akuma-hoshi is a writer who has been in the fandom since 2010.

Some things we asked!

Q1. What type of content do you create?

A1: I'm a nsfw fanfic writer, mainly for SebaCiel!

Q2. Do you have an ao3, Twitter, or account specifically for your works?

Ao3 - akumahoshi

Twitter - akumahoshi_uwu (though it's only drabbles but when I'm uploading for a fic, I do chapter updates)

Q3. What work are you most proud of, why?

A3: Marry Days. A story about an arranged marriage between Sebastian and Ciel. A toxic, abusive relationship. It was a work that I let myself do whatever I wanted. I've always created darker stories but always felt conscious. Like so many what if's lolol What if this will upset someone? What if a reader doesn't like this? What if this is too much? What if- you guys get it lool But I finally got over it and told myself to just do it ✔️ It was an enjoyment and I absolutely loved it!!

Q4. When did you get into Kuro?

A4: 2010 💕

Q5. What ships do you have, if any?

A5: Of course, my main otp is SebaCiel. I've been really into Diedrich x Vincent! They've been making me feral lately lolol

Q6. What are your favorite tropes?

A6: Childhood friends, teacher x student, bodyguard

Q7. Do you have a routine for your creative process?

I have to listen to music. I can't do anything in silence so I make playlists for whatever mood the story is usually setting into. I guess another thing is I always have a blanket over my legs. It keeps me comfortable and warm!

Q8. What gives you inspiration?

A8: Anytime I get asked this, I go blank. Like what gives me inspiration? What inspires me to write? What makes my mind keep going? You know what it keeps going back too? SebaCiel. I only write for SebaCiel. They're literally my inspiration to write whatever ideas I come up with and whatever au crossover I want to do. It sounds so corny but I love them so much! They have so much possibilities that I can get creative with that it just feels never ending. Trust me, I've tried writing for other otps I love but they don't get me going as much as SebaCiel lolol

Q9. Is there anything you're working on right now?

I'm actually working on a remake of Marry Days! I absolutely adore that fic and I can't get over it still so I decided to rewrite it. Still in the same guidelines but maybe a few changes. This time I'm writing it in third person though. I feel like it'll allow me to show more emotions than what I originally wanted.

Q10. What made you start writing?

A10: I've always written since I was young. My first fanfic I wrote was in a notebook and only 3 pages long 😂—I was only like 10 years old lolol. I guess the reason why I started was because I liked to read fanfic. It's so simple but it's true lool. This was long ago when I did read fanfics but I don't anymore. I continued to keep writing because the enjoyment of creativity!

Q11. Do you have any advice for writing smut?

You guys probably hear it all the time but reading, especially reading smut. Even if it's just short bits. Yes, I'm contradicting myself cause I don't read fanfics but I do enjoy reading drabbles. They're short and get to the point. Also just researching—so, bluntly putting, watching porn. Like I stated before, I don't typically read so I watch porn to see what a human body can do, too. Also Google is your best friend! But at the end of the day, not everything has to be fact corrected so have fun with your writing! If you're too lazy to write them getting lube then just make them fuck lolol. It's all fictional in the end anyways 🙂.

Remember, you can find them at @akuma-hoshi , @akumahoshi_uwu, and on AO3. Go give them some love!

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#black butler #黒執事 #akuma hoshi #creator feature #sebaciel #minorsdni #creator interview #april 2022

[swanimagines]

TO-DO LIST: PROMPT DRABBLES

Bold means I’m working on that request.

Strikethrough means it’s done and in my queue/going to my queue asap!

I do my requests in order I'm inspired in, so your request might get written today or after several months.

Jesper Fahey with F9 [Shadow and Bone]

Kaz Brekker with E18 (Piano) [Shadow and Bone]

Jesper Fahey with E24 [Shadow and Bone]

Pin Hawthorne with H6 [Free Rein]

Jesper Fahey with H5 [Shadow and Bone]

Pin Hawthorne with F6 [Free Rein]

Kaz Brekker E14 [Shadow and Bone]

Kaz Brekker with D11 [Shadow and Bone]

Lambert with B14 [The Witcher]

Yennefer of Vengerberg with B59 [The Witcher]

Samwise Gamgee with D18 and D27 [Lord of the Rings]

Aragorn with E32 [Lord of the Rings]

Finn with G4 [Star Wars]

Jesper Fahey with G14 [Shadow and Bone]

Lambert with A104 and B21 [The Witcher]

Kaz Brekker with E36 [Shadow and Bone]

Geralt of Rivia with B37 [The Witcher]

Jaskier with G17 [The Witcher]

Jerome Valeska with C41 [Gotham]

Kaz Brekker with B17 and B96 [Shadow and Bone]

Jesper Fahey with B23 [Shadow and Bone]

Jesper Fahey with B25 [Shadow and Bone]

Jesper Fahey with A10 [Shadow and Bone]

Kaz Brekker with E14 [Shadow and Bone]

Jesper Fahey with E26 [Shadow and Bone]

Frodo Baggins with E19 [Lord of the Rings]

Kurt Wagner with A30 [Older X-Men]

Lambert with A29 + A56 [The Witcher]

Kaz Brekker with A36 [Shadow and Bone] @lala2sstuff

Sam Wilson with D29 [MCU]

Lucifer Morningstar with G2 [Lucifer]

Lucifer Morningstar with D20 [Lucifer]

Peter Parker with B16 and B41 [MCU]

Peeta Mellark with E12 [Hunger Games]

The Darkling with C47 and C66 [Shadow and Bone]

Klaus Hargreeves with D30 and D24 [The Umbrella Academy]

Robin Buckley with E8 [Stranger Things]

Benny Watts with D9 and D14 [The Queen's Gambit]

Benny Watts with E10 [The Queen's Gambit]

Benny Watts with A46 and A101 [The Queen's Gambit]

Peter Parker with E11 [MCU]

Eskel with C104 [The Witcher]

Alma Peregrine with D15 + D18 [Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children]

Inej Ghafa with A10 or A15 [Shadow and Bone] @shinodeservedbetter

Kaz Brekker with E22 @musicallisto

Peter Parker with B72 and B80 [Marvel's Spider-Man] 🌙 anon

North WR400 with A48 [Detroit: Become Human] @misswanderlustqueen

North WR400 with B2 [Detroit: Become Human] @misswanderlustqueen

North WR400 with B5 [Detroit: Become Human] @misswanderlustqueen

North WR400 with B8 [Detroit: Become Human] @misswanderlustqueen

North WR400 with B12 [Detroit: Become Human] @misswanderlustqueen

North WR400 with B31 [Detroit: Become Human] @misswanderlustqueen

North WR400 with B40 [Detroit: Become Human] @misswanderlustqueen

North WR400 with B92 [Detroit: Become Human] @misswanderlustqueen

North WR400 with C16 [Detroit: Become Human] @misswanderlustqueen

North WR400 with C23 [Detroit: Become Human] @misswanderlustqueen

North WR400 with C31 [Detroit: Become Human] @misswanderlustqueen

Kíli with D5 [Lord of the Rings] @mirclealignr

Laurie Laurence with B1 [Little Women] @mirclealignr

Wanda Maximoff with H5 [MCU] @mirclealignr

Steve Harrington with E27 [Stranger Things] @mirclealignr

Geralt of Rivia with G13 [The Witcher] @mirclealignr

Finnick Odair with G9 [Hunger Games] @mirclealignr

Tauriel with D12 [The Hobbit] @mirclealignr

Robin Buckley with E14 [Stranger Things] @mirclealignr

Thranduil with E28 [Lord of the Rings] @mirclealignr

Ralph WR600 with G10 [Detroit: Become Human]

Ralph WR600 with E27 [Detroit: Become Human]

Aiden Pearce with E25 [Watch Dogs]

Kaz Brekker with A14 [Shadow and Bone]

Kaz Brekker with A6 [Shadow and Bone] @peter-parkers-cullen-nerd

Pin Hawthorne with A2 and A10 [Free Rein] @lonelyhearts-world

Kaz Brekker with G9 [Shadow and Bone]

Pin Hawthorne with F16 [Free Rein] @vanilla-bean21

Steve Harrington with E25 [Stranger Things]

Kaz Brekker with G1 [Shadow and Bone]

Kaz Brekker with A17 [Shadow and Bone]

Samwise Gamgee with E20 [Lord of the Rings]

B104 and C9 with Marvel [The Hunger Games]

#to-do list

[theyaskedmeto]

your wish is granted! (albeit like 1 month late)

the kiss list

prompt for this oneshot is: Routine Kisses Where The Other Person Presents Their Cheek/Forehead For The Hello/Goodbye Kiss Without Even Looking Up From What They’re Doing

pairing: kurt x blaine

summary: three chronological kisses that probably happen all the time. neither kurt nor blaine will ever get tired of them.

authour’s note: im kinda proud bc i boshed this one out in one night and it’s like one am as im writing this and i’m sleep deprived but i kinda really like this lil drabble so hope you like it!!!

read on ao3 or read the rest of these little fic prompt fills here

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1. Goodbye with the Car Lights Off Kiss

It’s Ohio, and if any gay couple knows they have to be careful, it’s Kurt and Blaine, because they’ve both lived here all their lives and they know what it’s like here.

But Blaine’s still at Dalton, as much as Kurt has asked him (he’s starting to go a little mad with Blaine’s ‘But the warblers are my friends!’ speech), and they really don’t get to see each other as much as they’d like to, with the distance and schoolwork and how Kurt’s stressing over his room because he’s planning to redecorate it soon, and he needs absolute silence to work out the correct shade of blue to match his complexion, so these moments are precious to them.

They went to the movies, had to just go as ‘friends’ of course, but it’s not like Kurt’s going to be comfortable enough anyway to start making out with Blaine at the back of the cinema - he’s always too worried about the other people there, anyway. Still, he does think about it, thinks about simply being able to hold hands on a date without the fear of vulnerability, because here, the love they share isn’t an easy obstacle to overcome. Not to other people, at least.

So it’s in the car that they can truly be themselves, Kurt driving Blaine home in his navigator and Blaine just looking at him like it’s the most natural thing to do, and Kurt is a little too aware of it, just keeps his eyes on the road.

Some way through the journey, though, his hand moves off the steering wheel, finds Blaine’s in the middle, clutches it. And they both don’t say anything, because nothing needs to be said. Kurt is just happy they have this time, now. They listen to Joni as she sings her high notes, ‘I’ve been to sea before…’ and push on, the relaxing sound of the car engine washing over Blaine’s ears, the calmness of late-night drives home putting him at ease. Kurt squeezes his hand as a signal pf finality before putting it back on the wheel, getting wary of the harsh darkness of the night. And Blaine looks out the window, wistful.

*

When Kurt drops Blaine off, a blocks down because Blaine’s dad is iffy about parking (they both know that’s not what he’s really ‘iffy’ about in that situation), it’s weird how there’s sudden silence - that silence signals the end of the journey, and Blaine already misses Kurt; Joni’s not singing anymore and Blaine’s heart pulls because he knows Kurt plays it because it reminds him of his mom, and Blaine loves the originality of the singer’s voice.

They turn the lights in the car off because it’s Ohio, they really do have to be careful and it’s nearly eleven, and Kurt reaches over again and grabs Blaine’s hand, notices how his face is shadowed by the moonlight, smiles lightly.

Blaine says, words blurring together slightly now he’s a little tired, “I’ll see you at the football game on Sunday?”

Kurt sighs, “Yeah. Not if I can help it.” and Blaine laughs, looks down and shakes his head. His watch beeps eleven ‘o clock, and it’s curfew now, and Blaine needs to leave.

“I… need to go.” He mumbles although it’s exactly the opposite of what he wants to do, and Kurt breathes in and nods, so adult-like the way he does it, like he’s always leading these situations like he’s grown up to be this way because he had to.

“I’ll miss you,” He says and the moonlight is the only light in the car, “See you soon.” and kisses Blaine, lingering for just a moment with the car lights off and the rest of the world quiet around them, and when Blaine pulls back he says, “Love you.”

Kurt smiles, “Love you too.” and Blaine opens the car door.

2. The Shopping List Kiss, but engaged

“So we’ve got…” Kurt takes a moment to recount in his brain everything they need from the store, “peas, milk, wine…”

“Balsamic vinegar!” Blaine exaggerates, and it’s almost hysteric how Kurt can see him thinking back to the salad they had the night before, no dressing at all and basically just some salad leaves in a bowl.

“You know how expensive that stuff is…” Kurt trails off, but writes it down on his little A6 pocket notebook anyway because Blaine has a look of such desperation on his face like if he doesn’t buy balsamic vinegar it will be the end of the world, and clicks the top of the pen as he thinks again: don’t need any more flour, Blaine bought like two packs of that last week and then I cried over making him a Bakewell tart; don’t need any more butter, there’s still that weird vegan stuff in the fridge; we’ve already got orange juice…

Blaine says, interrupting Kurt’s thoughts, as boring as they may be, “Would you be so kind and get some full-fat milk instead of skimmed? It tastes like water, Kurt.”

Kurt looks at him, eyebrows raising, “Are you criticising my milk choices?”

“...Yes.”

“How does full fat even make a difference? It’s literally just milk.”

“It tastes like water!”

The sound of a click on his pen again - Kurt’s fiddling with it as he presses it against the notepad, thinking thinking thinking. He says, “Only if I get a kiss first,” and raises his eyebrows expectantly and taps his cheek, and Blaine gets up from where he’s sitting at their tiny dining table, puts his hand lightly on Kurt’s forearm as he presses his lips to the skin with a loud smack, and Kurt laughs, “Fine.” and adds the words ‘full fat’ to where he’s written ‘milk’    

3. Welcome Home Kiss, and husbands now

Blaine’s mind is a whirl of different worries, his bag filled with papers to mark and grades to give and there’s a lot to think about, recapping through his day; how his teaching assistant is off sick with some sort of awful flu thing and it’s hard, managing everything on his own when his kids can be so unpredictable and he is new to this. But he’s good at what he does. He knows that.

He’s barely moving consciously during his journey home, through the New York subway just like many of the other people here on their daily nine-to-five. It’s so relative to him now, this journey - he doesn’t really think about it anymore. He just knows that when he gets home, Kurt is actually going to be there instead of working late in the office - things have eased off a little since fashion week ended - and it’s an incredibly comforting thought, that when he gets home, there’ll be Kurt there, real and beautiful and there. Blaine thinks about what he might be doing, maybe he’s got the wicked soundtrack on, maybe his soft voice is singing sweetly to the melodies of Joni Mitchell’s voice - something that always reminds Blaine of when they were young, or maybe he’s making dinner, sizzling in the pan - his signature stir-fries are always delicious.

And Blaine is so happy he’ll be home.

*

He opens the door and there Kurt is, scrolling through his phone as he leans against the counter near the hob where there’s some pasta boiling (it’s rigatoni - Kurt will always lecture Blaine about how it is the superior pasta shape) and some sort of sauce on the go too, and if he listens closely there is Joni Mitchell playing in the background, and Blaine smiles because A Case of You will always be one of his favourite songs.

He drops his bag on the floor and puts his coat up on the hanger by the door, walks over to his husband and kisses him quickly. “Hey,” he says, “smells delicious.”

Kurt hums appreciatively, “Hmm. Welcome home.”

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