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[iamthecomet]

Com- if you’re still taking requests and should feel so inclined a lil rain Aether comfort for your fellow unholy trinitier? Love you Kay bye smooch

Anything for you, Kro. ♥

Something's up with Rain. Admittedly the water ghoul has had a harder time adjusting to life topside than any of the others. He's always been a little shy, reserved, distant. Aether tries to involve him in more things. To make it clear that he is welcome, that they want him here. But Rain always keeps his distance. He stays on the outside of ghoul piles, always in a position that means he can slip away in the middle of the night. On movie nights he sits on the floor next to Mountain, close enough to touch but not actually doing it. He curls into himself instead knees draw up to his chest, chin pressed to his kneecaps as he fixes his eyes on the screen and doesn't look at anyone else. But today is different--worse. Aether doesn't want to seem weird. He watches all of them like this. He can feel them all, his power connecting him back to the world and his pack. Despite Rain's self-imposed distance, he lives in Aether's chest, connected.

So, Aether knows when it's normal and when it isn't. Today, isn't normal. The usual calm ebb of Rain's existence feels tense, roiling, a deep sea thunderstorm.

Rain doesn't finish his tea at breakfast, or his food. He takes two bites of his lunch.

He misses every single one of his marks during rehersal in what seems less like forgetfulness and more like non-compliance. He plants himself halfway up the steps between the keyboards and the drum kit and stays there. He plays flawlessly. But he doesn't move. He doesn't look at anyone. Aether thinks about going over to stand near him, to check on him, but he watches as Dew tries to do the same thing. Aether hears the growl Rain emits from where he stands. Dew snarls back, but doesn't get any closer. And Aether doesn't push. Not yet, not here. Not in a room full of expensive equipment. Sister will have him sent back to the pit if he's the reason Rain floods the room and fries everything.

He lets it simmer. The whirling that is Rain in his chest, turns into a maelstrom. Rain doesn't say a word at dinner, he pushes his food around. He pushes his chair back just as Cumulus starts talking about the movie they're going to watch tonight, and leaves. Not bothering to look at any of them as he does. The table descends into silence.

"Does anyone know what that's about?" Aether asks. There's pain now, where Rain resides in his body. It's a dull ache, insistent. Aether looks around the table, at a series of worried faces. But no one has an answer. Even Mountain, who is usually privy to more of the water ghoul's thoughts than anyone else just shrugs. "He was fine yesterday," Dew says unhelpfully. Aether pushes his plate away. "Don't wait for me for the movie."

He goes to Rain's room first. He gets no response when he knocks. The door is unlocked when he tries it, and the room is empty. Rain's boots and coat are gone. Aether leaves the Abbey. He finds Rain at the lake. He's sitting cross-legged on the edge of the dark. Moonlight casts over his form, catching in his dark curls. Aether half expects Rain to get up and bolt as soon as he knows he's there, but he doesn't. He doesn't move at all except for his body to sag down, shoulders curling into each other as Aether gets closer.

"Rainy--"

"You don't have to do this," Rain cuts him off. His voice is flat, cold. Aether sits down next to him, their knees bumping as he does. "Do you want to talk about it?" "There's nothing to talk about." Aether looks over at him. Rain's eyes are fixed on the lake, on the reflection of the moon on its glassy surface. "I can feel it, you know." "Feel what?" Rain asks, his voice is dull like he's asking out of duty, not because he actually wants to know. "You. All of you actually. Right here," Aether rubs his chest absently like if he presses hard enough he will feel them branded into his skin. "So, I know you're lying." Rain huffs out something that could almost be a laugh, there's cynicism in it. He still doesn't look over. "I don't belong here." The words send a shock of pain through Aether's chest, like just saying them is splitting Rain open. He believes them, wholeheartedly. Aether reaches for him and then stops, unsure if that's going to help or make it worse. "You do." "You don't have to come out here and talk to me out of pity you know? I know it's all a lie. You just put up with me, all of you, because you have to. You can tell me the truth." Aether does touch him then, reaching out to put his hand on Rain's knee. He half expects Rain to pull away. He doesn't. But Aether can feel how cold he is under his hand. He can feel how hard Rain is shaking. "Rainy, we love you." Rain scoffs. "You don't have to do this to make yourself feel better, Aeth. It's fine. I can handle it."

"Look at me."

Rain turns his head to face Aether, it's slow. Aether immediately realizes why when he sees the unspilled tears in Rain's eyes.

"It would be better if you stopped pretending you wanted me--"

"We do want you," Aether squeezes Rain's knee. He puts his other hand on Rain's cheek. Rain closes his eyes. Aether can feel the way he fights against leaning into it. His heart breaks a little more. "You do belong here. We love you. You're part of our pack. You're one of us, Rain. You always have been."

"I suck at it. I don't know how to--I can't do what you all do with each other. I can't fall asleep watching movies curled up in between you all. It's not--my thing."

"That isn't a pre-requisite for us to love you. No one cares about that. Give me your hand." Aether takes his hand from Rain's leg and holds it palm up.

Rain hesitates, but listens, sliding his hand into Aether's. Aether brings them both up to his chest. He places them right over the place Aether feels Rain the strongest. Directly in the center of his chest. Aether focuses on it. He tugs on the strings that attach him to Rain. T

He doesn't have the words to make him feel better, to make him believe that he belongs here. That Aether loves him with every fiber of his existence. Rain is a part of the universe that is Aether, and the easiest way to prove that is to show him. Aether closes his eyes. He grips Rain's hand a little harder. He latches onto the power in Rain's body, and he pulls.

Rain gasps, lurching forward as if Aether pulled on him physically. And then, he goes silent. Aether knows he can feel it--that he can feel all of them, wrapped through his body like lifelines. A circuit. A solar system. "I'm...Aeth...that's--"

"I would never lie to you, Water Lily," Aether whispers.

Rains tips further forward. His forehead bumps into Aether's. All Aether can smell is petrichor. All he can feel is Rain. He opens his eyes to meet cerulean blue eyes, searching his. Rain's hand flexes over his chest. "It's so much," Rain breathes. The churning in Aether's chest has calmed, less frantic. Close like this, connected, Aether can feel Rain's awe, the shock. Aether tugs on the connection a little more, just to try to open it up a little. Rain lets him--either because he wants to know more or because he's too stunned to resist. "I don't know how much of them you can feel," Aether whispers into the small space between them. "But I can give you this, just so you're sure." It's easy to funnel a piece of himself into Rain. It's the same muscles he flexes for healing. Rain's hand grips tight at his shirt when he does it. His eyes go wide.

"Is that...you?" "Yes. So you'll know what I feel, for you. You don't ever have to doubt that I love you. That I want you. That you belong here. Magic doesn't lie."

Rain sags into him, forehead slipping off of Aethers to thump down onto his shoulder. Aether cuts the connection, and he drags Rain into his arms. Stroking one hand up into his hair, dragging through the curls as Rain shudders against him.

Aether knows it's a lot, maybe too much. Forcing that connection, shoving himself into Rain's chest like he wanted to make a home there, it's an overstep. But it was easier than trying to talk through it. Dew carries a piece of him too, from a night just like this. Aether would give himself to all of them if he could--just so they could experience one-eighth of what he does. So they could feel the strength of their bond, the permanence of it.

Rain clings to him like Aether's a liferaft. "I can still feel you." Rain rubs absently at his chest, his voice breathless against Aether's neck. Aether nods. "Now you'll never have to doubt it again."

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[bxnnywrites]

hiya!! im the anon that told you abt requests being closed, im glad i could help you out!!

i saw you headcanon danny as demiromantic and im very curious, what would it be like if danny had romantic feelings for a survivor reader? how would those feelings develop? i’m not demi myself so i’m rlly curious about the process of it!!

oh anon you have no idea how excited i am to answer this

*clears throat*

🫀 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐨𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 🫀

TW :: Obsessive behavior, stalking, violence, general Danny Warnings

Authors Notes :: This uh...kinda turned into a ficlet. Oops!!! I've just thought of this scenario a LOT so I had a lot to say-

Anyways!! Hope you enjoy <3 (also this isn't proof read, we die like men)

It took a really long time for him to realize it, or maybe just for the emotions to develop. He wasn't sure.

You had appeared months ago, or whatever the equivalent was in the realms. Time wasn't exactly an easy concept to pin down here.

For a long time you were just another survivor, someone his knife sliced through with delicate ease. Someone to hunt and kill, that was his job, and entity if he didn't love every fucking second of it.

He liked to stalk his victims, both in and out of trials. Especially the new ones, he loved to see what made them tick. What really fucking scared them.

So he was keeping an eye on you, taking his usual notes, keeping an ear out for anything to use against you later.

But it started to develop into something a bit...more than that.

Suddenly he noticed his notes becoming less about what you feared and more about what you liked.

The way you smiled, how you laughed at Ash's jokes, the way you bit your knuckles when you were worried. The way your eyes lit up when seeing your friends and fuck he wanted to see your eyes light up for him like that.

He shook it off, had to shake it off. It got in the way of what he did. What even was this feeling?

Sure he had flings before he was taken, but he never really had feelings for them. It was part of the game, part of his job. Something to keep him low on the radar. That's all.

Was that what this was then? What it felt like to properly fall in love?

He hated it.

He hated every feeling, he hated the way your smile made his chest light up. He hated how distracted he was, so fucking distracted.

He hated you.

He couldn't stop thinking of you.

Quit laughing at Ash's stupid fucking jokes they aren't even that fucking funny.

More scribbling, more anger, why did you have to appear here? Was it some sort of taunt by the entity? Some kind of damn punishment? Fuck you and fuck whatever feelings you gave him.

For a long time it was like that, if you were in a trial with him you were the first hooked. You were too much of a distraction to his work.

And maybe he loved the feeling of holding you like this but fuck he wouldn't admit that.

------

Eventually you got fucking tired of it.

Every damn trial he would tunnel in on you and only you. Wouldn't focus on anyone else while you were around.

You realized quickly killers couldn't truly kill you. You felt it, every last agonizing slice into your flesh, every bruise, every broken bone, but you would just wake up at the fire at the end.

And you needed to figure out what the fuck his issue was.

Your fellow survivors tried very hard to convince you out of it, but they understood being pissed about it. So in the end, no one stopped you.

So there you were, in front of Autohaven Wreckers. A few survivors tipped you off that Ghostface liked to hang out around this area. Beats you as to why, the place stank of burning rubber and old oil. It made your stomach turn, but you entered nonetheless.

As you walked through the old junkyard, it dawned on you, you didn't really have a plan. You had done this mainly on a whim, annoyed at constantly being targeted and harassed by the white faced freak. Where were you even supposed to look? What if the Wraith saw you? This was fucking stup-

Before you could react a leather gloved hand covered your mouth, pulling you back as the cold steel of a sharp blade touched your throat.

"You scream and this is going into your fucking back, got it?" The voice was husky in your ear, unfamiliar. It made you realize you had never heard Ghostface speak before. So you nod, and he make an approving noise before releasing you. You run a hand over your throat where his knife had bit into it, leaving a light red line against it.

"So," He spoke again, letting you turn to him finally to confirm your suspicions. There he was, the Ghostface in the flesh, mask and all. "What do I owe the pleasure, Doll?"

"Well," You started, feeling your anger bubble up in you again. "For fucking starters, I have some damn questions for you, asshole."

Oh he loved when you spoke like that, some real final girl trope shit.

"Ooo, questions for the killer?" He cooed, leaning against a nearby car and watching you intently. "Brave of ya, Doll. I like it."

"Oh fucking can it, you damned halloween drop out!" You spat, and though you couldn't see it under his mask, your words had him grinning ear to ear. He loved when you were angry like this. "Why the fuck do you keep tunneling me, huh?! Every fucking trial we have you steamroll me and kill me as quick as possible. It's fucking bullshit, dude!"

He laughs a bit, removing his leather glove and using his knife to pick the dirt from under his nails.

"I dunno what you're talkin bout, babe." He says nonchalantly. "You're mad because what, I'm killing you during trials? Come on, that's my job-"

"Bullshit, this is more than that and you know it!" You seethe, god if you knew you wouldn't die you'd punch him. "What's your fucking damage? Hell, I've heard stories about other trials, you're even fucking friendly with some of the survivors sometimes! What the fuck did I ever do to you?!"

His eye twitches.

"Like I said, I'm just doing my fucking job. Now if you would just-"

"NO YOU AREN'T!" You shout at him and he's on you in an instant, hand over your mouth and you can see his eyes through his mask. A deep red brown and angry.

"Listen here you stupid bitch, one more outburst like that and I'm gutting you like a fucking fish, understand?" He snaps, his grip on your face almost bruising. Fear grips you again and you nod. He sighs, letting you go again with an unspoken warning that he would follow through if you got loud like that again.

"Look, it's fucking...it's complicated." He mumbled, looking almost shy as he played with one of the ghostly strips of fabric attached to his outfit. "You're just...you're a fucking distraction. Every trial I'm in with you it's hard to fucking focus, and I have a fucking job to do god damn it." He grumbles. You almost feel bad for him, almost.

"What, and that's my problem?" You snap in return.

"Yeah, it fucking is." He snaps in return, starting to pace back and forth. "I have work to do, people to kill, fear to harvest, the whole nine fucking yards. But you," He points, "You get in the fucking way, you make me lose track, you make me...you...fuck, you make me feel something, OK?"

You blink dumbly at him, finally speechless, and he continues.

"I get this stupid fucking feeling in my stomach and it makes me fucking twitchy. It makes my damn mind race and I can't tell if it's because I want to fucking dissect you or..." He trails off.

"...Or?" You question.

"I don't know!" He snaps, growling a bit as he continues pacing. "I haven't fucking felt like this before, I didn't think I fucking could. I just..." He takes a breath, looking back at you. "I need you to stop."

Your mouth hangs open, shocked by his...confession? If you could call it that.

"What?" You question again.

"Stop! Stop making me feel...whatever the fuck this is!" He snaps again, and even though you can't see his eyes anymore, you can feel the frustration wafting off him.

"How the fuck am I supposed to do that?!" You snap in return, annoyance rising in you as well. "It's not my fault you have a...a fucking crush on me or something!"

"Yes it is, it's absolutely your fault!" He throws his arms up, almost like an annoyed toddler. "It's your fault because you have this soft fucking face and this pretty laugh and that stupid fucking smile! You have these fucking eyes that light up whenever you get to talking about what you love, and fuck I just wish for once that was ME and-" He cuts himself off with a growl, kicking a nearby stack of tired and knocking them down. "It's bullshit, you're bullshit, it's all fucking bullshit!"

You're left speechless until he finally looks at you again.

"There, you happy? Now could you fucking make it stop?!" He breathes out, his eyes just barely visible through the black mesh of his mask.

"I...Well...fuck uh..." You mumble, shifting your weight from foot to foot. "I...don't think I can do that? I mean..."

"Fuck, yeah, course you can't." He grumbles, fidgeting with the fabric strips of his costume again. "I just...this is a stupid, distracting fucking feeling and I hate it."

"Well...I mean..." You take a breath, not really sure how to approach the situation. "Maybe we could like...I dunno...start over?"

He looks at you, and you swear he thinks you're insane.

"Start over?" He questions, "The fuck you mean start over?"

"Like, I dunno. Figure shit out from the beginning, like...get to know each other or something?" You say awkwardly, rubbing the back of your neck.

"...Are you fucking crazy?" He questions, and yeah, you expected that. "Like, hello, earth to Dollface, I've killed you dozens of times now. I have murdered your friends in front of you." He snaps his fingers, impressive considering he's still wearing his gloves. "Like sure, sounds nice and all, but how the fuck do you expect to just start over? Hi, what's up, the names Ghostface. Wanna get stabbed?"

"Don't be a fucking dickhead." You snap in response and huff, "Look, I don't know what you want me to do about...whatever this shit is," You motion to him vaguely. "Like I dunno dude, you need a good therapist or something?"

"Fuck you." He growls.

"Yeah, whatever." You breath out. "Look, I don't care what you do, but I'm sick of you pulling bullshit during trials because of...whatever your feelings are. So you either talk to me about it and we get it sorted, or I start making offerings to the entity to make your job even harder than I apparently already am." You cross your arms and look him up and down before sighing. "I'm heading back to camp, if you want to fucking talk-"

"Wait," He grabs your arm and you stop, looking back at him before he sighs. "OK maybe...maybe you're right. Maybe we can like, try that? I dunno."

You smile at him, sighing in relief.

"Good, I prefer that." You turn to him, extending a hand and telling him your name proper, even though he already knows it. "Nice to meet you, Ghostface."

He stares at your hand for a second, but slowly, he takes it.

"...Ghostface is fine for now." He mumbles, shaking it awkwardly. "So...uh...how do we do this?"

"Well...what kinds of movies did you like? Before you got taken."

His eyes light up, and suddenly he's on a kick. Rambling happily about his favorite horror movies while you listen.

Things get better after that.

Rather than being targeted, you're more often than not spared during trials.

Of course people get suspicious though, so you have to cut a small deal with him to either spare all of you during trials or kill everyone including you.

He's not personally a fan of the second option, so he ends up sparing your little party whenever you're involved.

You two get closer and you start to have your own feelings for him in return.

Eventually he tells you his real name. Danny, it rolls off your tongue nicely.

He's nervous at first, but eventually his smooth charm comes back and it's rare for him to not leave you flustered and blushing when you two talk.

When you finally get the courage to tell him your feelings, you swear he's on cloud nine. immediately talking about how happy he's going to make you and how he'll make sure no one in this fucking realm ever touches you.

You have to talk him down from that, knowing that your other survivors would hate you if you were the only exception during trials. And while he says "fuck em" you know you can't have him as your only friend in the realm, as much as part of him would love that.

But it's nice, he treats you like royalty. Like you're his entire world.

It might not be a real happy ending, but it's probably the closest you'll get in this hellhole.

And that's good enough for the both of you.

#bunny writes #danny johnson #dbd #dbd x reader #danny johnson x reader #ghostface #ghostface x reader #scream #survivor!reader #fanfiction #slasher x reader #slasher fluff #slasher romance #slasher fic #100

[crossphine]

❦ 𝙰 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚎 ❦

❧ Pairings: Cyno, Heizou, Tighnari x Reader (GN) [separate]

❧ Summary: A chain of circumstances leads to you two being extremely, awkwardly, close ⟶ headcanons and ficlets

❧ Contents: Forced proximity, pining, a lot of blushing, fluff, a little sprinkle of tension

❧ Word count: 2.8k

❧ Author's Note: You’ll have to excuse the terrible joke I came up with for Cyno’s part 😅 it’s on brand for him, though, so–

Cyno’s reactions, I believe, would depend on a lot of things

If he doesn’t have feelings for you, I don’t think he would mind nor react :P — if he does, then at the very least he’d get red cheeks

On the other hand, if it happens while he’s busy with something important, he would ignore it on purpose — but if it just happens, and it’s the only thing he can focus on, then oh God

Poor guy

Cyno isn’t used to proximity of this kind so he doesn’t know what to do; where to keep his gaze or his hands

He makes sure he’s not crossing any boundaries

I wouldn’t put it past him to say a joke after a while to ease the tension

The desert at night was scarily cold and if someone wasn’t careful, they could spend the entire time shivering and even get sick afterwards, so whenever you traversed the miles of sand with Cyno, you made sure to bring two blankets with you.

That was what usually happened, at the very least.

This time around, you forgot one, and you noticed while Cyno looked for a suitable place to settle down for now, to rest for a moment. The trek had been long, arduous, and tiring, and continuing whilst exhausted would do neither of you any favors.

“There,” he announced as he pointed towards a small area underneath a steady-looking rock formation. You said nothing, following him in silence as you went over your words regarding the tiny mishap.

The two of you were close friends and, alright, you did develop somewhat of a little crush on him after seeing what he was like behind the serious and intimidating aura he carried with him wherever he went. In truth, Cyno was kind of a dork, amusingly passionate about a card game and with tenths of jokes at the ready.

That didn’t mean you liked seeing him angry, though, and you had no idea how he’d react to the news.

“Uh, Cyno?” you called once you were under the rock and he turned to you, a sign for you to continue. Running a hand through your hair, you sighed.

“I forgot one of the blankets…”

“Oh,” he said simply, “alright.”

Seemingly not fazed in the slightest, he sat down after kicking at the sand.

“You can have it,” he added and his words took you a second to process. You could–? Oh, no.

With a small noise of protest, you sat down next to him and handed him the blanket.

“No way! It was my mistake, it’s only fair you have it,” you tried to protest and even nudged him with the fluffy, folded material when he made it clear he had no intention of taking it. Instead, he sighed.

“I’m able to survive without–”

“Survive, sure, but it’s more comfortable with this, isn’t it?”

You were keenly aware of his nightly strolls around the desert and, of course, being accustomed to the drastic climates of the place, but so far, he had never rejected your blankets nor had he told you not to bring one for him.

Besides, the sight of him sitting snugly wrapped in a cocoon of nothing but warmth was always a welcome one.

“… Fine, but I can’t just leave you without something to cover yourself.” Cyno took the blanket from and began unfolding it. The words were out of your mouth before you could think about them.

“We could share.”

As surprised as you were with yourself, you were more shocked to see a reaction from him—his eyes widened ever so slightly and his hands stopped for just a second.

“If… I mean, it’s all the same to me. It’s up to you.”

Oh. Well, that was a better response than what you’d expected; he wasn’t averse to the situation, at least. How often would you get an opportunity like this? Usually you didn’t have the courage to stand too close to him in fear of souring his mood in some way.

“I don’t mind,” you smiled and after his nod, helped accommodate the blanket around the two of you. Given it was made for one person, you both had to scoot over until your arms were pressed against each other.

His skin was cold, and you assumed so was yours, but warmth was quickly spreading throughout your body; it probably wasn’t only because of the cover.

You couldn’t find it in yourself to fill the silence with your usual ramblings and although Cyno tended to stay silent, he would share some things with you sometimes—new cards, recent matches, general thoughts.

Turning to look at him out of curiosity, you saw him staring straight ahead, his lips pressed into a thin line. It was hard to tell whether it was a trick of the lack of light or not, but his cheeks seemed to be a darker shade than the rest of his skin; you didn’t dwell on that for long, your focus falling on how hard he was gripping his hands. It was like he was trying his best not to move or look anywhere else but forward.

“Cyno,” you said softly, “are you–”

Okay.

You’d wanted to ask if he was okay, if he was uncomfortable, but when he faced you, any eloquence left you completely, unable to form any words. You could feel his warm breath on your lips and you swore that, for a mere moment, his nose brushed yours.

Suddenly, you felt stiflingly hot and you coughed while turning away.

“Sorry.” You ignored how his voice was shaking and simply murmured an ‘it’s alright’.

The silence that followed was worse than before, heavier than the blanket surrounding your shoulders and as suffocating as the desert heat in the middle of the day.

It felt like an eternity had passed before Cyno cleared his throat.

“Do you want to hear a joke?”

In spite of the tangible tension, you smiled. “Sure.”

“Why does the Nilotpala Lotus live in better conditions than the Kalpalata Lotus?”

“I don’t know, why?”

“Because it has two lots under its name.”

“Because it has two– oh gods,” you ran a hand down your face, stifling a laugh. “That’s so bad…”

“You’re laughing, though,” he pointed out, all and any traces of tension gone from his tone. On the contrary, it sounded like he was smiling—this was probably a boost to his ego.

“I’m not!” you tried while chuckling. Frankly, a feeble attempt.

“Liar.”

He will definitely take advantage of the situation

To tease you, of course

Like Cyno, he’ll continue to focus on his work if it’s present, but Heizou would take a couple of seconds to get on your nerves

Who says a detective can’t multitask?

The situation is bad already and this guy only makes it worse, for you

For Heizou to be the one flustered, you’d have to push very specific buttons

You were trying to be inconspicuous and so far, it was working.

Despite Heizou’s name having some weight, people would only spare you two a glance before going on about their day. It was better, anyway, given the criminal you were tailing after.

If everything went well, then you’d catch him in the act of picking up a suitcase at an agreed location. That was all it would take to get him behind bars.

It was running smoothly, perhaps too smoothly, which was why you didn’t think it was weird that the man stopped walking all of a sudden. You weren’t given time to even process anything when there was a firm grip on your wrist that, quite literally, yanked you away.

“Wh–”

Some shuffling later and the first thing you noticed was that it was slightly hard to breathe. You would’ve panicked or struggled if the sight of Heizou hadn’t been there.

“What are you doing?!” you whisper-yelled and then tried to move with little success. You looked around and finally realized that you couldn’t breathe properly because of the very narrow alley Heizou had pulled you in and the cheeky devil being literally pressed against you didn’t help.

“Shhh…” he replied and placed a hand on your waist to stop your wiggling, though his eyes were locked on the streets. “He was about to turn around and if he saw us…”

He trailed off, but he didn’t need to finish for you to understand that you would’ve been screwed. Of course he caught that before you.

“Alright…” you relented and settled down to wait.

Except you were getting increasingly warm and Heizou’s hand was like fire on your skin despite your clothes being in the way. You gulped, clenching and unclenching your fists so you didn’t lose your composure.

Okay. You could handle this.

When Heizou turned his head to look at you and smirked a second later, you realized that you wouldn’t be able to handle this.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he whispered, the smirk not leaving his face. His smugness was very obvious in his voice, and even if it annoyed you, it also made you blush more—he noticed. “I didn’t mean to give you a fever.”

You clicked your tongue. “Shouldn’t you focus on something more important?”

“I am, but I have to say that red looks good on you,” he said, using his free hand to playfully poke your cheek. You sighed in exasperation; he always did this and it always worked, no matter how hard you tried to keep a poker face on you. He was charming, and he knew.

Revenge would be oh so delicious. To see red on his cheeks and see him spluttering. He had turned back to check on your target and you glanced to make sure the man was still within eyesight.

Gulping down your nerves and using the image of a flustered Heizou as a motivator, you hooked a finger around his choker and brought his face down. He didn’t even manage to get any words out as he just widened his eyes, without moving away. The tip of his nose touched yours for a split second and you felt his fingers twitch against your waist.

Standing on your tip-toes to meet the height his getamashi gave him, it took a second or two for his face to catch heat. You smiled at the speechless detective you had, almost literally, wrapped around your finger. The color brought out the green of his eyes and made his beauty marks more obvious; you tried not to think about how attractive he was.

“I think red looks better on you,” you whispered as you took a moment to commit this extremely rare sight to memory before turning away, for your own sake. You only managed to hear him trying to start a sentence.

“He’s moving! Let’s go,” you announced and got out of the alley with some difficulty, letting go of him on the way.

Heizou soon caught up to you and you hoped he wouldn’t try to retaliate now.

“We’re not done, by the way,” he murmured behind you and despite yourself, you grinned. Oh, sweet, sweet revenge; clearly he wasn’t used to someone responding to his teasing.

“Whatever you say, red cheeks.”

He chuckled and it wasn’t hard to imagine him shaking his head with a smile.

Body reactions

Body. Reactions.

This man will not bring attention to the proximity, but his tail and ears are a dead giveaway

The twitching and swaying. THE TWITCHING AND SWAYING–

Tighnari seems annoyed, but that’s just his way of masking his embarrassment

Even once you’ve pulled apart, the memory will cause very slight flicks of his tail

“Tighnariiiiii.”

“...”

“Nariiii…”

“...”

“NA–”

“Shush, would you? I’m preparing your medicine.”

He only heard you whine, but he knew you were probably wiggling on the bed, too weak to try and get up; the rustling of the sheets told him as much. The mushroom you ate had done a number on you, reducing you to a rambling, delirious state. It was your first time making a mistake of that kind, and mistakes were inevitable, so Tighnari wasn’t exactly angry.

However, your behavior at the moment, drastically different to how you usually carried yourself, was somewhat exasperating (and a little amusing, but he didn’t allow that thought to linger).

“But I want huuugs…!”

“No, you don’t. That’s the poison speaking,” he said, although he knew it was a futile endeavor, and turned around with the concoction ready in his hands along with a spoon. Tighnari found you sprawled out on the bed, like you were taking up all the space possible on purpose. You were also looking at him with a pout and a frown; that only got a chuckle out of him.

“It’s not! I’m–”

“Shush. Open your mouth,” he interrupted again and fed you the medicine once you begrudgingly obeyed. He paid no mind to your greatly exaggerated grimace and put the mortar aside, and then watched you for a moment. It’d take a few minutes for it to work its way through your system and he had responsibilities to get back to, but he knew that leaving you here alone was only a recipe for disaster.

Hm. He could work on reviewing some material; he did bring his things with him, after all, and he could keep an eye on you that way. Stretching with a groan, he straightened up and was ready to head to a chair when you grabbed his wrist, keeping him rooted in place.

“Don’t go.” You were pouting again and Tighnari had to admit to himself that you looked… convincing.

“You need to rest,” he said, voice softer than before. You shook your head vehemently and tugged on his arm.

“I need hugs.”

He sighed.

“I’ll give you one lat–”

“Now!” And you pulled, throwing Tighnari off-balance and causing him to fall on top of you. Before he could even try to stand up, you wrapped an arm around his neck and another around his waist, efficiently trapping him.

With a groan, he made an attempt and your hold on him only tightened, pressing his body against yours even more. His face was basically buried in your chest and your scent of leaves and wood was invading his nostrils.

The medicine had already given you some of your strength back, apparently, and much to his chagrin.

“Let me go,” he demanded, his voice muffled by your clothes. 

“Mmmno,” you replied, sounding annoyingly satisfied with yourself. “I never get to hug you.”

“This is extremely uncomfortable and is hardly a hug.”

“I can see your tail wagging from here,” you chuckled and Tighnari groaned again, feeling his ears droop backwards out of embarrassment annoyance. Oh, so you were lucid enough for that, weren’t you?

He was tempted to resort to using his Vision to move your arms away, but then you began massaging his scalp, and the thought dissipated instantly. That… That felt good, it was relaxing and the way in which tension left his limbs was nearly tangible.

Only a few minutes.

“Next time,” he began as he turned his head to have his cheek pressed against you. He could hear your heartbeat better. Your hold loosened. “Next time just ask.”

“Mmmkay.”

————— ୨୧ —————

You rubbed your eyes as you woke up, disoriented and with no idea of where you were. Weren’t you in the forest for surveillance? You… You stopped for a moment to eat and everything after that was a blur.

“Good morning.”

Your head snapped to the source and found Tighnari working on something on a desk, his back to you. What was he doing here?

“Mor… Morning? Um… What happened to me? I can’t remember much.”

“Do you remember what you ate?” he asked instead and you moved a hand up to rub your forehead in an attempt to make your brain work better.

“I… I ate– Oh. Oh…”

Like a flood, memories came rushing in, from a ranger finding you to you pulling Tighnari down. Archons… Good Archons above. You forced Tighnari to cuddle with you.

“Tighnari,” you said and gulped down the lump of shame to continue. You saw his ears twitch in your direction. “I’m… I’m sorry. For, uh…”

You were unable to finish, but you didn’t miss how his tail moved, flicking upwards once before lightly swaying. Oh, gods, he was mad, wasn’t he? You weren’t sure whether not seeing his expression was a good thing or a bad one.

“It’s fine, you weren’t in the right state of mind.”

Sighing, you began playing and fiddling with your hands on your lap, trying not to think about how comfortable it’d been, despite the awkward circumstances. Not even when you heard him walk over did you look up.

“Like I said,” he ruffled your hair, “simply ask next time you need a hug.”

You buried your face in your hands with a groan.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #cyno x reader #heizou x reader #tighnari x reader #📝 my stuff

[sotwk]

Last updated: 3/15/24. Newest entry is marked.

Welcome to my Masterlist! I write exclusively for Tolkien, specifically the LotR and The Hobbit series.

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Sins of Our Fathers (Thranduil x OC Elvenqueen - ongoing series - Second Age 1358) Over the course of a century, Thranduil and Maereth meet and develop a friendship that is destined to become Mirkwood's greatest love story. In Progress.

The Crown (Thranduil x OC Elvenqueen - one-shot - Second Age 3441) Thranduil’s queen comforts him as they prepare on the evening of his coronation. Completed.

A Stab to the Heart (Thranduil & Royal Family - 2-part fic - Third Age 1012) The Elvenqueen is injured in a surprise orc attack, and Thranduil gathers their sons to discuss the ramifications. In Progress.

Yuletide in the Elvenking's Realm (Thranduil & Royal Family - 12-part fic - various years, Third Age) Collection of 12 ficlets in chronological order; stories of Yuletide celebrations in the Woodland Realm through the eyes of Thranduil and his family. In Progress.

Greenleaf's Tree (Child Legolas & Thranduil - one-shot - Third Age 248) Six-year-old Legolas goes on royal progress with Thranduil for the first time. Completed.

Greenleaf’s Day Out (Child Legolas & Family - Complete Series - Third Age 250) On a single day in 8-year-old Legolas’s life, he shares bonding moments with each of his 4 older brothers. 6 Chapters. Completed. Full work on AO3.

Unnecessary Guardian (Legolas x Reader - one-shot - Third Age 1254) Legolas wants to guard his friend in her new role as a Mirkwood Spiderhunter. Completed.

The Best Gift (Legolas x Reader - one-shot - Third Age 556) Legolas wishes a "dear friend" a Joyous Begetting Day--but anonymously. Completed.

Transformed (Gelir x Reader - one-shot - Third Age 1554) A Mirkwood huntress is attacked by a dark beast and begins a slow and gradual transformation into a monster herself. Completed.

The Baker from Lórien (Haldir & OC Mother - one-shot- Third Age 246) A visitor from Lórien brings some excitement to the kitchens of the Elvenking's palace. Completed. [New!]

Dandelions (Boromir x she/her - one-shot - Third Age 3015) Boromir brings flowers to his lady love. Completed.

Breathe (Boromir x Reader - one-shot - Third Age 3008) You have harbored a deep, secret crush on Boromir for years, and have now been asked by him to dance. Completed. (Will be continued in an upcoming long fic.)

Taken (Eomer x Reader - 3-part fic - Third Age 3019) A shield-maiden learns her hidden love for the Marshal of her Eored, now the King of Rohan, may not be unrequited as she had always assumed. Completed.

The Broken Shield (Thorin & Frerin - one-shot - Third Age 2791-2799) The young Princes of Erebor forge a surprising alliance with the Elves of Mirkwood to fight together in the War of the Dwarves and Orcs. Entry to the Thorin's Spring Forge 2023 event. Completed.

The Task of Living (Thorin x Reader - one-shot - Third Age 2943) The re-throned King of Erebor returns to his former village in Dunland, seeking the woman he has loved since long ago. Completed.

The Only Gold (Fili x OC) - ongoing series - Third Age 2941) Fili, heir presumptive of Erebor, befriends a mysterious elf-maiden during the Company's sojourn at Rivendell. Their bond will shift the courses not just of their individual destinies, but that of their peoples. In Progress.

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[rudnitskaia]

Sorry i got so excited to ask questions i forgot to specify but maybe a drabble for 3, 6 and 19. And a drawing for 18. But if you feel specifically inspirred to do something different im not complaining. Love these goobers so any kind of romaunce content is a win for me😁

Hey-hey, Edd! 💖 Tysm for the ask, I'll cover all the numbers, I promise! ✨😭✨ These are very interesting topics for me, so count it as part 1/?. :3 I'll tag your main and your new @acesandocs acc so you won't miss it. <3

I hope you meant numbers from that list, but if you meant the other - DM me, please.

I'll start with the number 19, "Who tells their family/friends about their relationship first?"

And I came up with two ideas, so I post the two-parts answer in a row. Because I headcanon that it's Freckle who was the first one to suspect his cousin develops feelings for a certain Italian waitress, but technically the one who got the confirmed information about Rocky's and Mau's relationship would've been Augusto. So I did both.

First story will be from the Freckle's side. I once started to do a comic from it, but gave it up. So now behold this ancient scenario in a ficlet. :D

The Right Moment

“And what a pizza they have!”

“Pizza?”

“Yeah, sugary pizza!”

“Is this... thing really worth it?” Calvin sighed, deciding not to clarify what that ridiculous phrase meant.

“Oh, true ambrosia. You'll be flabbergasted!” Rocky exclaimed, keeping up his pace. Calvin felt that he had been trying to catch up with his cousin through the streets of St. Louis for about an hour, and he feared that he was going to spend just as long on the heat as he already had, but fortunately Rocky finally turned around the corner and confidently swung open the blue door of the little eatery. Calvin followed him inside and found Rocky waiting at the counter, but finding no one at it, he sat down at the table that was nearest to the entrance, placed his fedora against the wall, and drummed his fingers impatiently on the countertop. Calvin sat down across the table and studied the details of the unassuming establishment. Since when had Rocky developed such a fondness for Italian cuisine…?

“Why, if it isn't Mister Rickaby himself!” A lively woman's voice with a quavering “r” sounded over Calvin's ear.

“Miss Maura,” Rocky grinned. “How else could it be? Your cozy place is an oasis that shelters travelers from the scorching sun. I've even rescued one suffering man along the way. Working for the good of your enterprise, so to speak. Meet my cousin, Freckle.”

“Freckle?”

“Calvin. McMurray,” he habitually corrected Rocky, and finally turned around, meeting his gaze with the tall, young Italian woman. Calvin stared at her face and lean figure, but by the time he realized he was doing it for too long, thankfully, she was already looking at Rocky.

“We'll have two glasses of lemonade, please, your incomparable sugary pizza…”

“And a sandwich, please. Any kind. Not sweet,” Calvin added hastily.

“Not sweet? Are you sure he's your cousin, Rocky?”

“Oh, yeah, he is. He just doesn't realize what he's missing,” he waved it away. “You know for yourself that pizza's an undoughbtfully subtle thing.”

Mau laughed out loud.

“Oh, come on. I'm the one who knows batter that it’s just your oven self that works on a different fuel.”

“Hey!” Rocky chuckled with feigned indignation, but Maura was already heading past the tables toward the kitchen. Calvin stayed silent as he watched Rocky's eyes on the girl. He didn't say a word when Rocky again engaged the waitress in banter when she returned with the order. He preferred not to evaluate the flavor of the monstrous slice that was aptly called ‘sugary pizza’, but the sandwich and lemonade were very good indeed. Calvin kept his mouth shut even when Rocky, leaning against the counter, took a few good minutes to say goodbye to Mau. Only on their way back to the Little Daisy Café he surrendered to his curiosity.

“So… about that ‘sugary pizza’.”

“What, do you regret not trying it after all? I knew it! I knew you'd bite your head off. Well, I'll ask Miss Maura make more next time.”

“Next time, yeah. How long have you been visiting this place?”

Rocky pondered.

“A month? Or about two… something like that.”

“Only for sugary pizza?”

“No, why, they have good coffee, lemonade, and…” Rocky began to list without a backward thought, but then suddenly frowned. “Wait, what are you implying?”

“Nothing,” Calvin looked away and smiled involuntarily. Rocky squinted.

“Don’t tap dance with me, sneaky gingerbread. I can see right through you.”

“Well… uh. Neither of us are blind. Miss Maura probably… it seems she likes you.”

Shaking his head, Rocky ran a hand through his hair in relief.

“Oh, Freckle. You don't understand anything. Miss Maura… she's always like that. With everyone. Gives away words like hot cakes. Mine may be puncakes, but they aren’t served with any ‘additional syrup’.”

Calvin stared at the passing cars for a while, thinking if he should try to change his cousin's mind. But suddenly Rocky cautiously asked:

“…you really think?”

Calvin shrugged. Was he sure of what he was talking about? It was hard to tell. But what he'd seen in the eatery certainly… brought up some thoughts.

“Why don't you ask her out, since you two have been in touch for so long?”

“It's not that simple, Freckle,” Rocky sighed and gestured vigorously. “You have to be thorough, have to pick the right moment. Besides, have you seen her grumpy old man? A glancekiller. It's like rescuing a princess from a dragon's lair. And you're suggesting I just walk up and say…” he stopped in the middle of the street in a deep bow with his hands widely outstretched to the sides, “…do me a favor, my fair maid, go with me on a promenade!”

Suddenly Rocky felt how something was lowered on his left hand. He turned his head in puzzlement and found his own fedora hanging there. But it wasn't that that surprised him, it was… Maura. She was looking at him and Freckle with amusement, and Rocky had no idea where to get away from that look. And he wanted to get away. Wanted it desperately. Preferably somewhere under the ground. But before he could say anything, Mau nonchalantly stated:

“Well, if you promise to be a faithful knight, toss a pebble into my window at night.”

Calvin, who was watching all this, began to quietly laugh. Maura waved to him with a mockingly innocent smile.

“Goodbye, Mister McMurray, it was nice to meet you,” and, without waiting for Rocky's reply, she headed back toward the eatery.

Calvin's laughter grew louder the longer he stared at Rocky's confused face. It was simply impossible to hold back. Calvin felt like he was choking, but he didn't stop chuckling even when Rocky elbowed him in the side and exclaimed:

“Stop cackling, you!”

Rocky took a deep breath, covered his face with the fedora and let out a muffled yell. As Calvin continued to laugh, he patted his cousin on the back a few times, either sympathetically or encouragingly; it was also hard to tell.

Though one thing was definitely undoubtful: now Calvin had not a single regret about that visit to Italian eatery. At all.

#tysm for the ask dude <333 #it gave me so much fuel *w* #acesandocs #coffeintheface #missedditart #heldig writings #lackadaisy #romaunce #maura venza oc #rocky rickaby #lackadaisy oc #lackadaisy ocs #lackadaisyoc #lackadaisyocs #maura venza #lackadaisy rocky #rocky lackadaisy #lackadaisy fanfiction

[fixaidea]

I have a bunch of Character Development Dressed Up As Smut headcanons/ideas and nowhere to vent them because I'm too embarrassed to just blast them on Tumblr and I've not read enough to be comfortable actually writing them.

Even the Summer Day and Prayer ficlets are a bit too forward, but there's just so much canon to get through, and the need to write stuff down occasionally gets overwhelming. :,D

#fanfic woes

[eviltothecore13]

willsker (will/wesker I think?) and wenclair :3

Basically I STRONGLY headcanon that these two were in a relationship at some point, and while by the time canon starts Will is married to Annette (and I like that relationship and don't want to break it up or put actual cheating in there), Wesker and Will are still very close in a very queer way. And I alternate between yelling about how Wesker trusts Will with his life, going all "wait, technically, Wesker is the undead monster that Will the mad scientist reanimated", and writing silly ficlets with banter and Will complaining about the snow. (I haven't been through the whole ship tag in...a while...but I have done so, and there are some great ones in there but also still not enough, especially when we filter out the ones with Wesker characterisation that's very jarring to me, or the ones heavily based around cheating, and the ones where it's unrequited...)

I like their dynamic, I love how they grew closer over season 1, they're fun, I enjoy the ship... also saw a great post about the werewolf transformation+rescue scene paralleling Gomez rescuing Morticia in the first film, and there's also potential to contrast between Tyler (who transforms into a murderous monster--which would normally be something Wednesday would be into--but who kills people for motivations based in bigotry/resentment of a marginalised group and/or following orders from a bigot--very much not an Addams thing) vs Enid (who transforms into a much cooler monster and beats Tyler in a fight, and does it to protect someone she cares about, which is far more Addams)...

But at the same time, while they're compatible in some ways (Enid being kind and accepting for the most part towards Wednesday, and Wednesday encouraging Enid to stand up for herself more) and certainly have a great friendship by the end of s1, when it comes to them ending up in a long-term romantic relationship... there's definitely content I enjoy and if it happened in canon I'd be very happy about it, but I'm not 100% sure how much I definitively ship it yet. Their interests are very different, so when they're not investigating a murder I do wonder just what they'd do together. And I can also see the argument for it being a qpr rather than romantic. When it comes to my own fics, I still don't know if I want Wednesday to end up in a romantic relationship with Enid, in a qpr with Enid, with Joel, married to Lucas from the musical, married to a genderswapped version of Lucas from the musical, or what, and I'm just waiting to see how future seasons of the show develop things.

I'm also a bit...eh...about the insistence from some corners of the fandom that if they don't get together it's inherently queerbaiting (I think it would at this point be queerbaiting if they were both depicted as definitively straight and forced into boring straight relationships, and I am concerned about the possibility of that, but there are lots of ways to depict one or both as queer even without the two of them ending up in a definitively canon romantic relationship), and I'm outright uncomfortable with the "they MUST both be lesbians, if they're not both lesbians this show SUCKS AND IS HOMOPHOBIC, Wednesday could DEFINITELY never be into MEN I mean look at her she is OBVIOUSLY a lesbian and if you think otherwise you're wrong" I've occasionally encountered because like...bi people exist and depicting a character as bi isn't homophobic or "less representation" than her being a lesbian. And if anything there's more evidence in canon for Wednesday being bi than there is for her being either exclusively gay or straight (not that I really see any Addams as straight), since she's definitely interested in boys in various other adaptations but some productions of the musical have made her also into girls. The idea that she cannot be bi or it would be homophobic for her to be bi is just really uncomfortable to me.

Anyway it's a ship with great potential but also not one I'm insistent on as the only good option for her?

#resident evil #wesker #albert wesker #william birkin #willsker #the addams family #wednesday addams #wednesday #enid sinclair #wenclair

[gonzo-rella]

OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH MASTERLIST

BLACKBONNET

Estranged (one-shot)

Things start to go back to normal when you, Stede and the marooned crew return to the Revenge. However, your relationship with Ed is still strained.

ED/BLACKBEARD

Just Shy (one-shot)

When Ed notices how shy you are around him compared to your friends Frenchie and Lucius, he decides that he wants to change it.

FRENCHIE

Frenchie And You Aboard Blackbeard’s Revenge (headcanons)

I Will (one-shot/vignettes)

A series of mostly unrelated vignettes loosely based on   a face-value reading of I Will by Mitski; when you’re trapped aboard Blackbeard’s Revenge as part of his new crew, your relationship with Frenchie develops.

IZZY

First Aid (ficlet) [TW: Self-harm]

Izzy takes care of you after a relapse.

Do It For Him (one-shot)

After you get injured in a raid, Izzy decides it’s time to give you a lesson in swordsmanship. When this doesn’t go to plan, you both learn something about the other that neither of you quite expected.

Izzy Dating Lucius’ Best Friend (headcanons)

The Bitter Taste of Regret (one-shot)

Izzy’s not as content as he should be in his life as the first mate of Blackbeard’s new crew. Ed’s becoming more erratic than he can handle, he’s starting to feel more than a twinge of guilt about marooning most of Stede (fucking Bonnet)’s crew, and you’ve become an obedient shell of the person you once were.

Izzy With an S/O Whose Love Language is Pet Names (headcanons)

Your Hero (ficlet)

Even after decades of living as a man, Izzy still experiences gender euphoria.

I Like You (ficlet) [platonic or romantic!Jim x reader]

When they catch you kissing Izzy, Jim has some questions.

JIM

Jim And You Aboard Blackbeard’s Revenge (headcanons)

A Vow (ficlet) [TW: Self-harm]

Struggling to cope as part of Blackbeard’s new crew, you fall back into old habits. Luckily, Jim’s there to support you.

I Like You (ficlet) [romantic!Izzy x reader]

When they catch you kissing Izzy, Jim has some questions.

LUCIUS

Izzy Dating Lucius’ Best Friend (headcanons)

Two Sides of the Same Coin (one-shot)

A series of vignettes that show the progression of your relationship with Lucius.

SERIES

Talk It Through As A Crew

Oluwande realises that you’re incredibly upset after being marooned. To pass the time and make the best of a bad situation, he suggests that you use your former captain’s policy, which leads to a revelation the crew hadn’t quite anticipated.

When the crew reunites after everything that has happened, everything quickly goes back to normal.  Well, everything except things between you and Izzy. Concerned that you’re bottling things up, Stede, self-appointed relationship therapist, suggests that you talk things through with Izzy, who (surprisingly) doesn’t protest.

Part One

Part Two

IMAGINE…

Reuniting With Izzy On The Revenge (And The Crew Finding Out About Your Past)

Blackbeard Asking/Ordering You To Join His Crew (Partially For Izzy)

#our flag means death #ofmd #our flag means death x reader #ofmd x reader #izzy hands x reader #izzy hands #edward teach x reader #blackbeard x reader #blackbonnet #stede bonnet #jim jimenez x reader #jim jimenez #frenchie x reader #frenchie ofmd #lucius spriggs x reader #lucius spriggs

[xinnabon]

AAAAA I LOVED THE EI X TRAVELER READER HCS I READ IT AT LEAST 5 TIMES EVERY DAY!!! if it's possible could i request a part 2 again with her? have a lovelyyyy day and LOVVEEEE your writing!!!

discussion. is it destiny or... fate?

RAIDEN EI !! ei x reader (reader traveling on different worlds)

PLEASE DO CONSIDER REQUESTING ME!

(try listening while reading to enjoy yourself with the sweet short ficlet.)

ever since your numerous visits with your time here in inazuma, you felt like you needed to settle things off. wandering place to place sure is getting rough with experiencing each and everything in every world or a type of universe.

ei sits by you, sipping her tea while your tea remains in a slight cold now that the heat went off.

you reach your hand closer to hers with your pinky interlocking with her very own, catching her attention before you.

making eye contact as the aroma of the room with just none other conversation to speak of.

"ei? is it alright if i... talk things out-- with you that is?" mumbled out as she lets out a sign, giving her approval to you.

this really is it. is this gonna be your actual decision? will you finalize it with her?

"ei, i've been spending lots and lots of my time here in inazuma and really, i enjoy it."

"what is your point here?"

gulping down, taking in a deep breath and the magic happens.

"i'm really tired that you have to wait for my returning here in inazuma while im off visiting other worlds. this sort of world really is something and-- i... if it's alright, i think i would be glad to confirm and settles things with you that,"

reaching for both of her hands interlock with yours.

"i want us to work. i want to spend more time with you ei. i want for us to develop an even healtier relationship and-- i don't want you to get tired for waiting for me."

ei was stunned that you confessed on what you had want to spend your whole lifetime in inazuma, but not only inazuma but specifically, just her.

going back and forth to her world after going to a completely different world is tiring. you weren't really expecting this day would come but, it's a decision you are willing to make for both you and ei.

a faint smile goes across her face.

"i'm... really quite happy that you decided to talk things through like this. not only that you want to stay here, but you want us to work out? now that's... something we could elaborate on."

your head that was lowered facing down to the table sure did looked at ei.

"any of what you said of me being tired isn't technically true. surely i'd wait for years for you to come back. hoping that one day you'd return and spend time like we usually do. i'm glad you wanted to be honest about our situation and i think, i would love that."

her words made your face lit up. i'm sure that looking just right into her eyes can exactly tell how excited she will be. getting to know you even more ever so slowly, spending time with you, no more waiting for you to come back is a dream come true for her. not for her but you two.

she stands up to go against you, hugging you over. she's proud that you made a decision like this just for you two to take in some time to live together.

not only that she doesn't seem tired but, you're pretty tired that after all a while that the situation has been going on, you just wanted to spend your lifetime with ei. no one else to bother. just you two alone as if no one ever stood by to interrupt you two in your wildest dreams.

after that day, you two remained peaceful in each other's presence. she finally had someone to love for at least a lifetime. you're much at ease now that ei is right by your side.

--

a/n: i sincerely apologize for the long wait but writing this and the ei headcanons made me unexpectingly happy. this may not be a part 2 in the headcanons but i thought on over a short ficlet over the reader's decision to make it all happen with ei. though, if that's not what you simply desire of coming from this blog account, i'll consider on making a part 2 with actual headcanons if i think it through just about enough. thanks a lot if my writing really meant a lot to you! not only that but requesting as well. i hope you have a lovely day.

part 1 (ei headcanons with the reader that travels in different worlds) is right here

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #x reader #genshin impact x you #gender neutral reader #raiden ei x reader #ei x reader #ei x gn!reader #raiden ei x gn!reader #xinniereaders

[squadrah]

speaking of sailor moon swuadra, riz, ghiaccio and formaggio makes me wanna ask for trans hcs for these :3

Oooh, nice, especially because I usually default to headcanoning them as cis, though I could easily be led down this glorious path...

Risotto: I feel like he only started transitioning after he avenged his cousin; he might have been aware of his own gender dysphoria or desires earlier, but like with everything major, he was biding his time, and once he needed to disappear off the face of the earth, it was as good a time as any to affect change. He probably went more scantily clad upstairs after top surgery, at which point it was less of a distraction overall, ehe. Also I think it was you who threw in the idea that every month he is made aware of his period by Metallica making a cameo, and I am still laughing about it. Just his own little Greek chorus bemoaning his fate... XDDD I will also insist on a metal cup in his prison pants, as extra protection.

Formaggio: He might have caught on very early because when told that he should behave and not be such a tomboy or whatever nonsense people tell their small children, his first thought probably was "then I'm gonna be a boy and then I'll do whatever I want!" First it's a sort of resistance, almost akin to "not like other girls", but then it develops into this feeling of, hey, I actually do click with what I'm going for. Unlike Risotto, I could see him going for the see-through mesh even before top surgery just because he's proud of having a nice chest. May or may not pack; at home he might be too lazy, but if going out, he would want to for show.

Ghiaccio: I see him mostly as agender - I feel like rather than pick anything, he hardly ever thinks of himself in this way unless some externally imposed limitation is reminding him that structurally enforced gender is a fucking curse. At the same time, going with a sports past, he would have been in a prime position to pass either way, and I could see him not needing top surgery at all because his chest is so flat and shapely from training. Add to this some neutral-colored sportswear and he would have been cruising on in ambiguity until finally just shrugging himself into a more masculine state of being. Doesn't pack regardless.

BONUS: I rarely plug fics because I read so little (due to work exhausting my eyes and brain among other reasons), but I'm going to recommend Freek'N You by Antagonisht because at least one ficlet has trans!Formaggio and that was when I first considered it and liked it, even if I didn't adopt it. Read a few of these back in the day because we're mutuals on Twitter and it's all high quality goods.

#jjba #risotto nero #formaggio #ghiaccio #squadrah headcanons #squadrah original #thank you for the ask buddy!! #i usually roll with trans prosciutto pesci and melone #but i like the thought of all of them honestly

[soongtypehuman]

I am glad my little copywriting exercise didn't come off as too weird lol because it was actually really educational for me, and fun to dive into the words of one of my favorite fics of yours!! i literally send that chapter to people who don't even watch star trek because its just so poetic. it is ART. the tholian silk simile is my undoing

also now that i have a tumblr, i'm super curious to hear how your headcanons on data's ability to feel pleasure have evolved over the years! 👀 because canonically, he can't feel pain or pleasure. i also went back through your non-explicit collection of ficlets and saw you wrote that data couldn't experience climax... fast forward to your latest fic where obviously that is no longer the case (lucky for us!)

I write android-holodeck-bukkake-gangbang-human-pet-reader-inserts. Nothing is too weird for me. You’re safe here lol

So, about that Data climax headcanon. There’s two parts to it…

Earlier in the ficlet collections, the Positronic Rivalry series wasn’t much of a thing yet. If memory serves (and it rarely does), the collections began even before the original PosiRi story. At some point in the collections I made the decision that from that point on they would be part of the series, because that became my focus. So some of those earlier ficlets in the collections don’t line up with PosiRi.

I didn’t even know it was going to be a series until the third installment, because the second story, Unfinished Business, I wrote in a mad frenzy an hour before posting the the original PosiRi finale so that the loose ends with Lore could be tied up.

Now, the second part…

Data’s emotions developed slowly over the original 7 seasons of TNG, proving that he wasn’t emotionless at all, which was later confirmed in Picard. If there’s one thing we can be sure of, it’s that Noonien Soong was dead set on installing and honing those sexual components in his androids, and given that he loved his sons, it’s more likely than not that he would have instilled in them the ability to be pleasured in some way, instead of depriving them of that.

Data had no sexual contact with anyone between Tasha Yar and the Borg queen, so we never got to see how his physical reactions to sensual stimuli would have played out in tandem with his emotional reactions. Data had almost no chances to explore these aspects of himself, and so they would have remained undeveloped.

That’s what I’ve tried to do with PosiRi, having Data experience something analogous to physical pleasure as his emotions develop as well.

And thank you once again for your kind, life-giving comments. I've stopped consuming human food so that I may be fed on these comments alone.

#data soong #commander data #star trek tng #st tng #star trek #fanfic #fanfiction #positronic rivalry

[sleepyspeedster]

I was tagged by @sunnymusingsao3  (-waves- \o/ ) to do this:

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

We Weren’t Good But We Had Chances

Fandom: DC Comics, Flash Comics, Batman Beyond

(Ambiguous) Pairing: Terry McGinnis/Thad Thawne

Summary:

This is a very short ficlet/drabble that takes place in an AU where Thad has suddenly found himself alive and displaced in Terry's time. Thad and Terry have formed a bit of a bond as hero and villain to the point that they even run into each other outside of their suits and the routine of hero and villain. And this is just one of those moments and one, which they find they have more in common than they think and that they’ve changed each other’s lives a bit too.

(Basically I love a good Hero and Villain relationships and interactions.)

                                                        * * * Alone on the rooftop Thad lights a cigarette. In contrast to all of the futuristic technology of the century it feels antiquated to see the familiar object lit between his fingers now. He places the object that usually would have offended him between his lips and inhales as he looks out toward the city skyline. The shades of red and orange in the sky were fading into the coming night. People were home with their loved ones and here he was alone, and contemplating. 

Thad lets out a hacking cough, his lungs burning against the damaging substance. He had never smoked before; never dreamed of it or even desired it, but stubbornly he inhaled the smoke. He had always treated his body with reverence because he couldn’t live without his speed, but now he wasn’t sure he could live. 

“Never smoked before?” A familiar voice behind him says.

Reason: This is the first fic I wrote for my Dispered Time AU for Thad (who in the short of it is time dispersed after his death) and Terry

And if you do not mind my tooting my own horn I really like the title I gave this fic because I’m notoriously terrible at naming fics.

Through Rough Waves and Beautiful Flames

Fandom: Pokemon

Pairing: Juan/Kabu

Summary:

A fire-type trainer from Galar challenges Juan at the Sootopolis Gym and reminds him of pieces of his past and his relationship with Kabu throughout the years.

Reason: This fic was specifically inspired by @osheets​’ JuanKabu (overseasshipping) fanart (which I highly recommend looking at and their other art). I’m including this fic because I just had a lot of fun writing a pairing that doesn’t have a lot of background or headcanons surrounding it, so it was fun for me to explore and come up with my own thoughts and interweaving all these separate moments to make something sweet! And even though it’s a very rarepair I just really love the potential they have. Also Juan doesn’t get much attention so

Where Towers Stand

Fandom: Pokemon

Pairing: Morty/Falkner (Honorshipping)

Summary:

With the death of a loved one Falkner's world begins to spiral as he's unable to properly fulfill his Gym Leader duties. At the request of the Pokemon Association, Morty is forced to intervene and find out what is going on in Violet City and with the Violet City Gym Leader. Through these events Falkner and Morty's lives slowly begin to change.

Reason: This is my first long prose fanfic, and while it’s not finished yet it is one fic I feel very proud of so far as I’m slowly developing Morty and Falkner’s relationship. It’s also a long project I’ve committed to and have extensively planned and made notes for. I’m incredibly excited to progress with this fic and see how it develops as well.

Letters Left Unsent

Fandom: Pokemon

Pairing: Steven Stone/Wallace (Originshipping)

Summary:

Set in the Ruby and Sapphire canon and events of Emerald (and a bit of DPPt): After his loss to Brendan and the loss of his title as Champion, Steven seeks comfort and advice from his long time friend Wallace in Sootopolis City. No longer Champion he begins to question himself and who he is. Inspired by Steven's letter in R/S/E where he says, "I've decided to do a little soul-searching and train on the road. I don't plan to return home for some time."

***

So he was no longer champion. After so many years this was suddenly it. Steven was happy for Brendan, happy for how much the young trainer and his friend May had grown on their respective journeys, happy they’ve accomplished their own dreams as trainers, but at the end of the day as his Skarmory and him flew on the wind, he couldn’t help, but feel a tender and painful pang in his chest as well. 

In their descent he made out Sootopolis City. This was where, of all the places he could have gone (Rustboro, Mossdeep, even back to Ever Grande City), that Steven had chosen to go. Of all the places he wanted to be first as simply another trainer was in Sootopolis with Wallace.

Reason: I’m incredibly happy with this fic because it’s written from my love of Pokemon, but also my love of the Ruby/Sapphire/Emerald series, which were my first introduction to the main Pokemon games and for Steven and Wallace. I adore their characters so much and have such nostalgia for them in particular as the champions. This fic is just a labor of love for me.

A Simulacrum of Love

Fandom: DC Comics, Impulse Comics, Flash Comics

Summary:

Thad after reevaluating the events of his life, decisions he has made, and how he was treated in his youth, and finally confronts his father and creator, President Thawne for all he’s done to him.

*** 

...Thad let out a shuddering exhale as he stopped in his tracks. His hands clenched by his sides tight and trembling. It wasn’t the smell that made him feel sick or caused him to dig his nails into the flesh of his palms and turn his knuckles white. It was something else that twisted and writhed inside him. That forced him to stop as he tried to move forward. 

He wasn’t the same boy who had once be so loyal to his family. He was no longer so naive and trusting of his father. He didn’t desire his praise or his false love. Thad knew the bitter truth and had swallowed it. He had finally accepted it and now he had so much to still do. Even now burdened and embittered and weighed down by what had been done to him and what he had done. He knew he had so much to make up for.  But first he needed to do this for himself.  

His self preservation be damned he had to return. He had to face his father.

Reason:

I honestly thought it would so interesting to show Thad’s obsessive, stubborn, and hyperfocused nature, all aspects I associate with the Thawnes, used against his father President Thawne. I wanted show that while these are characteristics had a good side and a bad side within Thad. That while he’s determined he’s also obsessive. That his obsession and these qualities can be taken to a self destructive point and at times he cannot see that he’s harming himself as well.

I also had some notes for this fic that inspired me to write it:

Thad wants to make amends for his mistakes now that he's had time and distance away from his actions and his life.

Thad's obsessive and stubborn qualities are apparent throughout all of his appearances, so I wanted to display that in this fic and how he wants to make things right even at the detriment of his own health. Thad's definitely has mentally unhealthy patterns/characteristics.

I love the idea/theme of Thad sorta living up to the name Inertia as well as despite things changing for Thad he also seems not to change or finds himself in similar experiences. Essentially the more things change the more they stay the same for him. The idea of Thad going through these sort of patterns interests me.

Maybe something you've caught onto is how President Thawne refers to Thad as "Thaddeus" in the moments he berates him and "Thad" in the moments he wants Thad to believe him. I personally headcanon that Thad calls himself Thad as a way of differentiating himself from President Thawne since he is named after him, but also when Pres. Thawne calls him "Thaddeus" he's being very purposeful in denying Thad his individuality.

Also the disjointedness of knowing something in your head vs experiencing something/emotions is also something I loved seeing in Thad. He's had so few good experiences, so few people who have had a positive role in his life that even facing Thawne and knowing he's lying to him that it's difficult for him to act on that logical part of himself.

And fun fact: This fic is inspired by the instances in the Impulse comics that Thad utilizes a VR to trap Bart in a series of imaginary worlds and the time Bart (as Kid Flash) in Teen Titans (v3 #98) uses a Virtual Chamber to get revenge on Thad for killing him.

#thaddeus thawne #Thad Thawne #terry mcginnis #Steven Stone #juankabu #Falkner #Gym Leader Juan #honorshipping #originshipping #overseasshipping #Batman Beyond #Pokemon Wallace #Pokemon #DC Comics #Batman #Flash #Inertia #Gym Leader Falkner #Gym Leader Morty #juan x kabu #gym leader kabu #kabujuan #Champion Wallace #Champion Steven #Champion Steven Stone #flash comics #dash games #fic recs #TerryThad #ThadTerry

[rosethornewrites]

Sunday-Wednesday T & G reading

Did no reading Saturday.

Finished

Teen:

Pocketful of Soul, by Jenrose (60 chapters)

“It’s a kid?” Wei Wuxian says to Wen Qing. “What’s a kid doing dabbling with the ghostly path? Talking to my ghosts?” He sounds indignant.

“Perhaps you should ask him,” Wen Qing says dryly.

“Kid, why are you using demonic cultivation?” Wei Wuxian asks.

“It works better when you want to work with spirits, rather than fight them,” Mo Xuanyu says. “And I’m not using demonic cultivation, I merely greeted your spirit and told him I was a friend and needed to talk to you. Well, something to that effect. Intention matters more than intonation with this stuff.”

“Who taught you that?” Wei Wuxian asks, his voice shifting from indignation to intrigue.

“You did,” Mo Xuanyu says. “Or well, your notes did, hmmm… five or six years from now.”

Wei Wuxian wags a scolding finger at him and says, “You should be developing your golden core, not dabbling around with things you don’t under—Did you say five years from now? As in, in the future?”

OR: What if instead of Sacrifice Summon, Mo Xuanyu discovered Wei Wuxian’s flawed time travel talisman?

A Mo Xuanyu-centric found family time travel looping epic.

General:

if i’m far from home (brother, i will hear you call), by estel_willow

” At least like this, I can help you. You can’t argue with me or stop me when you’re unconscious.” He scoffs a little. “Idiot.”

He reaches out and curls his fingers gently around his brothers hand, lifting it and pressing two fingers of his other against where the pulse of Wei Wuxian’s golden core is-

Something deep inside of him recoils and aches, a shudder and a sharp sting, the slapping echo of his own core reaching out to one he knows so well only to find nothing reaching back. Nothing but the void. Nothing but darkness where blinding light should be.

———

aka my take on Jiang Cheng finding out about the golden core transfer significantly earlier than he actually did.

Seven Cups of Tea, by Forestofglory

Seven steps Wei Wuxian takes in the direction of home, as told through letters and tea

Unfinished

Teen:

Patriarch, by WithBroomBefore

Fix-it AU diverging from canon during the second Nightless City battle. A number of people don't die, but that does not make things easy.

Lessons relearned, by Iamnotawriter

He thought of all the pain and death that was to come. There was so much that went wrong in the cultivation world in the next few years. The weight of responsibility felt insurmountable.

Lan Qiren had never wanted to be a politician or leader. That role was meant for his brother. He had done his best in the years he had led the sect but he was aware that he was not the best person for the job. His interests had always been the academic pursuits and teaching the next generation. How could he hope to make an impact on the mess of political manoeuvring and aggression that was imminent? He decided he could only focus on the events which impacted his family the most. He could save Cloud Recesses from being burned. He could protect both his nephews from there disastrous relationships. He could protect the books they lost in the war.

Or

Lan Qiren travels back in time and tries to fix the future.

Alternate Headcanons, by nirejseki

Random assortment of MDZS ficlets in response to a request for prompts for alternate headcanons for characters

still ongoing

A-Ying Lives Alone, by DizziDreams

Lan Qiren approaches, trying not to frown as he looks down at the young boy in his strange clothes. “Young man, are your parents at work? They should not have left you home alone without a caretaker."

"No, shushu!" The boy shakes his head vigorously, large eyes growing wide. "A-Ying lives alone!"

Bright Voice Roughly Rendered Softly Silent, by Preludian_Staves

The fight between Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian after the Fall of Lotus Pier goes differently, changing the course of events that should follow, but now don't.

Lan Wangji goes looking for the boy that captured his heart. (Also known as Wei Wuxian goes to the Gusu Lan earlier than in canon)

General:

when the stars don't line (i'll be forever by your side), by estel_willow, mandsangelfox (2nd in a series)

“My golden core was never returned to me,” he says slowly, quietly, still desperate for this truth to be a lie. He is still desperate for it to be the fantasy he spent so long believing it was, the concoction of Wei Wuxian's silver-tongued lies, the impossible truth of a core regrown by an immortal hand rather than a core replaced by surgery. “It’s impossible. But you can have one transplanted. It is a risky procedure, and has only been done once. In order for it to be successful, someone has to be willing to surrender their own.

"He was willing."

Jiang Cheng continues to deal with knowing his golden core is not his own and with bringing his stubborn family home. A canon-divergent story exploring the Yunmeng Bros relationship before it was irrevocably destroyed, and before Wei Wuxian was lost to him for good.

A Street Kid Named Wuxian, by NaoNazo

“Pffffff- ahahahAHAHA!” The kid curled up, resting one hand on his stomach while he used the other to smack at Lan Wangji’s shoulders. “That was close!” he giggled.

Lan Wangji was starting to think he’d been saved by a madman.

“... Thank you.” He bowed as best he could while seated and prepared to make his way down.

“Wait wait wait!” The kid grabbed at his sleeve before he could shift away. “If you go down like that, you’re just gonna get caught, y’know!”

Lan Wangji looked down at himself and back at the kid, raising an eyebrow.

The kid propped himself up on his elbows and gave him a blatant once-over, obviously holding back laughter. “You’re wearin’ all white, genius. Even if you scuff it up a bit and take off the girly ribbon--” Lan Wangji scowled reflexively-- “no one around here wears stuff that nice.”

Lan Wangji had to admit he had a point.

#the untamed #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #cql #chen qing ling #untamed fanfiction

[ghostly-headcanons]

Request: “I'm unsure on who'd take it, but I have a request to make. Can I get some general headcanons for Nagito x Celeste? It's a rare-pair of mine.”

Requested by: anonymous

Luck of the Cards

Ficlet / Headcanons

Generic headcanons for Nagito Komaeda x Celestia Ludenberg including how they met, dating, and general couples things.

Celestia takes an interest in Nagito after hearing of his luck abilities, seemingly stronger than Makoto in her own class.

Nagito goes along with it, since it means a free pass to spend time with a talented upperclassman.

She teaches him how to play some basic games to analyze how lucky he is or if it was a lie. He beat her on the luck-based games and impressed her, so she decided to take him along with her for some games.

There was an immediate boost in her abilities, but after a few games she grew bored and told him to distance himself as she plays "to focus."

He enjoys his time with her, learning more about her and trying to be friendly. He definitely caught her attention when he took her out for lunch.

Over months she says to herself that she's simply using him for money and luck. She knows it's a lie, and by Valentine's Day she's making chocolates for him.

She confesses first, catching Nagito by surprise.

As a couple they spend more time together.

Celeste takes her drill extensions off around him after a month and he's very sweet and supportive. He words it a little odd, as Nagito does, saying "her beauty shines through no matter what" and that it fills him with hope.

She doesn't really get the hope thing for a while, but supports him anyways. She's actually proud as he develops better coping mechanisms and stands up for himself more.

She tries to not act as posh around him, using pet names like "babe" and occasionally just going out in a hoodie for a quick run to the convenience store.

He uses more fancy pet names: "darling," "miss," or "doll."

Her love language is gifts, and she will get many with him as her boyfriend. He likes collecting trinkets wherever he is, so some start getting sent her way.

His love language is acts of service, which starts off a bit difficult for Celeste. It takes some attempts, but she starts doing small things to brighten his day (a note in his locker, a kiss on the cheek).

He starts the cuddles. She huffs dramatically and obliges.

She blushes excessively whenever he holds her chin or cheek.

For Halloween he dresses as a vampire butler, and it sends her into a shock. He gets worried about her, but her tight squeeze and blushing assures him of his choice.

The favorite date they've been on was a Murder Mystery Train; where she played the role of a rich heiress, and he played as her butler.

#🪴) mod kiyo #danganronpa #nagito komaeda #celestia ludenberg #celeste ludenberg #rarepair #🪴) kiyo writes #🪴) request #headcanons #romantic headcanons

[interlagosed]

hibiscus-vroom -> interlagosed/carletes

Hello new and old friends alike!! Please see this regularly updated one-stop shop for frequently used tags, links to fics, headcanons, etc :) Here's my about, here's faqs, here's my list of ships/favs.

Note: I'm on a semi-hiatus from writing between finishing up law school and being pregnant raising a newborn baby. I'll still upload the occasional ficlet/carlando headcanon under the hibi writes or carlando headcanons tags!

Here for Carlando fics? See below for links and summaries to stories I've put up on AO3:

a world alone series

Ongoing, mostly canon-compliant, established Carlando au that begins in Sochi 2021. my "canon" series; untagged headcanons are usually set in a world alone.

"From their first meeting at the end of 2018, through their years together at McLaren, through divergent career paths, through blossoming love and love solidified, Lando and Carlos always felt that they had something special. It turns out, they were right; and it was the world that needed to catch up."

¡Revolución!

My magnum opus. Complete.

"19-year-old Lando Norris, originally from the Kingdom of Anglosax, decides to pursue his undergraduate degree at the State University of Hiberia. There, he strikes up a relationship with a 25-year old Hiberian man, Carlos Sainz. Carlos is beautiful, kind, and deeply passionate about the Hiberian people and their struggles. Though Lando knows very little about he wants out of life, he knows one thing: he desperately wants Carlos. But against the backdrop of an increasingly tumultuous political situation in Hiberia, will Lando be brave enough to open his heart to all of Carlos?"

the shadow of radiance

Medieval knights AU. Complete.

"No one expected Galla, protector state of the Holy Principality of Seuloger, to turn heretic in such a violent way. After several years of Galla-stoked hostilities short of war, Anglosax and Hiberia set aside their differences in favor of a grand alliance to return Il Predestinato, Charles of House Leclerc, back to his rightful and Goddess-ordained throne. Years later, as a gesture of goodwill, Hiberia sends several of its squires to Fort Silverstone, where Anglosax's finest pages and squires learn to become fierce knights. Squire Lando of Norris, loyal to Anglosax beyond words, must contend with his own distrust of the leader of this Hiberian contingent - Prince Carlos the Younger of Sainz, a newly minted and already-decorated Knight of Hiberia. Prince Carlos is immensely talented, kind, suspiciously handsome, and seemingly dedicated to this alliance. But Lando isn't buying any of it - for the sake of Anglosax. Allegedly."

how good it feels to be needed

Long one-shot, slow-burn.

"Carlos Sainz is a personal chef who finds himself hired by Lando Norris, a young millionaire and CEO of Quadrant Design and Product Development. Lando is also, as it turns out, too busy to remember to eat, let alone cook. Over the course of nine months, Carlos' affection for Lando - his client and boss, technically - grows immeasurably, and perhaps to Carlos' own detriment."

proof

One-shot, first-time.

Lando and Carlos get high in their first off-season period as teammates, and Lando lets slip that people seem to think they must be having sex, given how close they are. Carlos takes that as a dare. And Lando is not one to back down.

once more to see you

One-shot, slow-burn.

“Lando Norris - proud hater of all things change - has never been one to take leaps of faith. But when he decides to move to Vitulia on a whim and beg master sculptor Lewis Hamilton to take him on as an apprentice, he finds it harder and harder to not take leaps of faith - particularly once he meets the owner of a new perfumery, Carlos Sainz. Except Lando doesn't know a word of Vitulian, and Carlos doesn't know a word of Anglo. Fuck.”

what becomes a tempest

Magical, dark academia au. Ongoing, on hiatus!

"Lando Norris worked hard to get into one of the best casting schools in the world, in the hopes that he would learn how to control, and how to use his wild magic. What he did not expect was to be roomed with the scion of the Sainz family, a famous, ancient casting family. And while he eventually grows to like Carlos, despite his own inherent crackliness, there's something about Carlos that feels off..."

beneath his boughs

One-shot.

"Carlos Sainz, conductor of the Royal Ballet Company's orchestra, loves his job. When the Company's principal dancer announces his sudden departure, Carlos doesn't see why it ought to affect his work.

Until he actually meets the new principal dancer. And his world reels."

[snickerdoodlles]

Bad Buddy Masterpost

This is primarily a masterlist for all my Bad Buddy fics, posted WIP previews, plot sketches, and a few noted meta & headcanon posts.

Hope this helps with blog navigation and the general tumblr fuckery! ^^

Last Updated: 1 Mar 2022

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Fics

All the Little Things [ao3 | tumblr]

PatPran, Post Ep5, Introspection

Pran imagines the future with Pat.

Rating: T | Word Count: 449w | Status: Complete

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come here. [ao3 | tumblr tag]

PatPran, Secret Relationship, 5+1, a lil Spicy

5 times Pat says “come here” plus the one time Pran says it first

Rating: M | Word Count: 9323w | Status: Posted 5/6

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my open sky [ao3]

PatPran, Kiss Prompts, Ficlet Series

Mini series of PatPran kisses as inspired by tumblr prompts. Currently posted: kisses on cheek/dimples; soft morning kisses; kisses in the rain; kisses on scars

Rating: NR | Word Count: 2939w | Status: Posted 4/?

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our soft shells [ao3 | tumblr promo]

PatPran, Anxiety, Hugs & Comfort, Intimacy, Secret Relationship

Pat & Pran, navigating anxieties over a relationship neither particularly wants to keep secret.    

Rating: T | Word Count: 1623w | Status: Complete

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untitled no.14 [ao3 | tumblr]

PatPran, Shameless Makeouts, Ep8 [4/4] Speculation, Relationship Reveal

If Pat doesn’t put on a t-shirt soon, Pran’s going to do something spectacularly stupid.

Rating: T | Word Count: 827w | Status: Complete

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Things That Stay The Same [ao3 | tumblr promo]

PatPran, Pran & Toto, Pat & Toto, Ep9 Speculation

Some things change, some things stay the same. Or: the friends that stand beside you during bad weather times and the reclaiming of your safe spaces.

Rating: T | Word Count: 2490w | Status: Complete

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break a leg [ao3 | tumblr]

Pran & Pa, Pran & Wai, Alternate Ep8 [1/4] scene

Wai finds out Pa's identity through her other big brother.

Rating: T | Word Count: 2791w | Status: Complete

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Sucker [ao3 | tumblr promo]

PatPran, Korn & Everyone, Architecture & Engineering, Outsider POV

Korn spots a suspicious mark on Pat's neck.

Rating: T | Word Count: 1418w | Status: Complete

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of sweaters and gingerbread [ao3 | tumblr promo]

Background PatPran, Architecture gang & Engineering gang

Engineering inaugurates Pran into one of their silly traditions. Maybe someone should’ve warned them not to do this by challenging him, because he’s about to one up them all.

Rating: T | Word Count: 1494w | Status: Posted 1/2

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roadside assistance [ao3 | tumblr promo]

InkPa, Mutual Pining, UST

In which Pa gets a flat tire, but luckily Ink’s there to help. Now if the universe could either make Pa less gay, or women less hot, or just her brother less of a cock block, that’d be grand.

Rating: T | Word Count: 1723w | Status: Complete

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come what may [ao3 | tumblr promo]

PatPran, Korn & Pran, Korn & Pat, Engineering Gang, Mischievous Friends, Developing Friendship, Ep9 Missing Scene

According to the transitive property of equality, if Pran is dating Korn's best friend, that makes him Korn's best friend too.

Rating: T | Word Count: 1886w | Status: Complete

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all the tie and bind [ao3 | tumblr promo]

Pran & Wai, Pat & Wai, PatPran (Background), Missing Scene (Set between ep9 & 10), Episode 9 Coda, Apologies & Reconciliations

Wai apologizes and Pat gives him a shovel talk. ft some Pran & Wai backstory ideas and smug!PatPran boyfriends as a treat

Rating: T | Word Count: 1840w | Status: Complete

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more indelible than ink [ao3 | tumblr promo]

Pran & Korn, Pat & Korn, PatPran, Friendship, Crack, University Shenanigans

Korn's professor only allows cheat sheets on the finals that are permanent tattoos. Pran has a solution.

Rating: T | Word Count: 2007w | Status: Complete

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dimples can always lie (series) [ao3 | series tag]

PatPran, Assassin AU, Soft Boyfriends/Husbands, Genre Typical Content

Pt.1 (1035w) written for the dialogue prompt: “And why exactly is there a dead body in my bathroom?”

Pt.2 (329w) written for the dialogue prompt: “Small fire! I said SMALL fire! That is not small!”

Pt.3 (1300w) written for the dialogue prompt: “We just stopped a homicide. Congratulations?”

Pt.4 (700w) written for the dialogue prompt: “I’m not totally useless. I can be used as a bad example.”

Rating: M | Word Count: N/A | Status: On-Going

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nine lives lucky (series) [ao3 | series tag]

Pat & Pran & Junior, Pat/Pran, Magic AU *very loosely based on Diana Wynne Jones’s Chronicles of Chrestomanci series. no prior knowledge of the series required

no stranger to the wind (1275w | Posted: 1/3) In a universe where magic is as common as science and faith, Junior's goal in life is to grow up to be a leader to the beach village just like Uncle Tong. But when he meets two strangers on the beach that are far more magical than the common eye would see, Junior learns he might have a stronger gift than anything he could ever imagine. 

Rating: T | Word Count: N/A | Status: On-Going

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Only Real is Real [ao3 | tumblr tag]

PatPran, bad boy!Pran, good boy!Pat, Canon Divergence

The boy Pat remembers as wearing soft linens with knitted sweaters knotted around his neck returns wearing leather and a shit-kicker attitude. (Or, bad boy!Pran meet golden boy!Pat. The only thing that hasn't changed is the way Pran still holds Pat's attention completely.)

Rating: T | Word Count: 3031w | Status: Posted 1/?

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Previews

*Posted to tumblr in parts atm, full upload to AO3 TBD 

Grasshoppers and Elephants [ao3 | tumblr tag]

Background PatPran, Engineering & Architecture, Enemies to Friends, Hijinks and Shenanigans, Korn POV

Pat’s friends discover Pat’s dating Pran early on their sophomore year. Upset that Pat felt the need to hide his relationship and determined to make his comfortable enough to come out to them on his own, Korn, Chang, and Mo realize they’re going to have to make the ultimate sacrifice: they’re going to have to befriend the architecture gang. Pat better appreciate them for this.

Pt.1 | Future Scene Cut Scene (1)

Rating: T | Word Count: N/A | Status: WIP

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nothing new [ao3 | preview | tumblr tag]

PatPran, InkPa, Post-Canon, Season 2 Speculation, Bets and Proposals, Reconciliations and Forgiveness, Found Family

What I could see happening in a season 2 for Bad Buddy: the Series. It begins with Dissaya inviting Pat to dinner. A bet is made, proposals are had, and eventually we stumble our way to a happily ever after.

Rating: T | Word Count: N/A | Status: WIP

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listen with your heart [ao3 | preview | tumblr tag]

PatPran, High School Era, Magic AU *loosely based on Diana Wynne Jones’s Howl’s Moving Castle trilogy. no prior knowledge of the novel or movie required

Pran accidentally attaches his door of many places to Pat’s bedroom door instead of his own. If Pran had thought Pat was bad about barging through his window, imagine how bad he’s about to get with a door that doesn’t want to lock him out.

Rating: T | Word Count: N/A | Status: WIP

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Noted Posts

*Just a few noted plot sketch posts, convos with @/jemmo, headcanon & meta posts, etc. that people requested easy access too, let me know if there are any posts you’d like to see added o7

Plot Sketch: PatPran Luca AU

Plot Sketch: Pat, Pran, Ink, Paa, Korn, and Wai go bowling

Plot Sketch: Pat and Wai and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad realization that You’re Friends With That Asshole

Plot Sketch: PatPran pirate AU

Plot Sketch: Paa goes to the hospital instead (ep9 reimagining)

Jemmo Chats: Pat crushes melons with his thighs

Jemmo Chats: PranKorn friendship shenanigans

Jemmo Chats: “come here” (check replies)

Jemmo Chats: Pran and hard drives meta (check replies)

Jemmo Chats: ep7 confession meta

Meta & Headcanons: engineering & architecture dynamics

Meta & Headcanons: WaiKorn headcanons

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#bad buddy #housekeeping #if ppl are interested???? i can also link a few of my fave bbs meta/headcanon posts and/or include some notes about upcoming fics #??? #idk ive never made one of these before lol #hope it helps tho!! #cookie's writing