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mmandarin · 1 year

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執事の照れ顔

Butler's shy face, first floor butlers

Note: This was a wip from like years ago HAHAH but I wanted to finish it so here it is! also I'm not a writer but writing once in awhile is fun. OH and happy birthday dear bastien♡

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Lono was making breakfast for you. He prepared a hot soup and provided freshly baked bread to go with it. Simple but just right for satisfying your stomach. "Please enjoy your meal . Tell me if you want more if you do!" Before he returned to the kitchen, you chose to give him a compliment.

"Lono, you never failed to impress me with your cooking skills, I always look forward to eating your cooking, and Ah! This early morning I saw you in town with some kids; interestingly, I had no idea you were also adept at dealing with kids. My, aren't you just the perfect candidate for a husband?" While making an effort to ignore the heat on your own cheeks, you told him while grinning. He would, however, make a nice husband despite the teasing. Just like his pastries, this gentleman is incredibly sweet.

"He he, Thank you master, Iー" He went still. Blinked once, twice. Not long after, his eyes widened and he covered his mouth. "H-Husband?! I-I'm notーI don't-?!" Lono stuttered like a broken record. His face was as red as the roses outside, if someone walked in they would think he is one of them.

"Hehe, your face is all red~."

"Master, please stop with the teasing!"

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Berrien's shout could be heard from the corridor. You dashed quickly to where Berrien was to check what was happening. You slammed the door and saw Berrien crouching in the corner of the room. Not far from him, on the floor there was a big insect. "Ah…" you never thought that berrien would scream at an insect but hey, I guess you learned something new about him. "Aaa…" it seems that Berrien wanted to say something but he was still in shock.

You grabbed a newspaper and rolled it up. You stood a good distance from it and pointed your newspaper to it so it could climb up, and then you headed to the window to shake off the insect. "And It's free. Berrien it's ok now!" Berrien got out of his crouching position, fixed his posture and cleared his throat. "Please forgive me for....yelling so loudly. The insect caught me off guard. I hope I didn't disrupt your work…again, my apologies..," He said slowly."In general, I'm not very good with insects... So I appreciate your assistance." With a timid smile, he said.

"No worries, I was just wandering around so don't sweat it, and I don't mind helping you Berrien." And besides, you got to see him flustered like this so it was worth it.

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Bastien just finished his regular workout and it's now high noon; the warm sun kisses portions of his skin while the shade he's resting in cools his body. He was ready to fall asleep when a slight stir from the nearby bush jolted him awake. Crouching cautiously to the bush, trying not to disturb whatever was hidden there. Another rustle, but this time a kitten sprung from it. Bastien let out an audible gasp when he saw the small fluff ball.

The kitten cries out for the male's attention. Bastien's heart practically melted when he saw the kitten; he has a thing for fluffy creatures. He couldn't help but pat and rub his face against the kitten's fluff as he scooped it into his arms. This certainly feels satisfying after a hard day of training. He was about to fall asleep again due of the comfort, but then–

"Bastien?" You were astonished to see Bastien here, let alone the adorable scenario he was in. "Aww how cute..." you exclaimed. Bastien tensed at what you said; it's not every day that your lord catches you in a vulnerable position like this. "N-no, master, this is just-" his cheeks turning redder by the second, and you couldn't help but smile at how adorable he is. You approached him and said, "Actually, I was looking for that kitten. The mama has been looking for her around Ammon's Garden, so I'm actually delighted to have found her with you."

"Ah I see, master, you can take her with you if you want." He replied. You nodded, but suddenly an idea popped up. In an attempt to tease Bastien, you lifted the tiny cat and pressed the kitten's face up against his. "?!"

"Thanks, Bastien." You smile widely. Bastien is now a much more flustered mess, let's just say that.

#akuneko #writing #悪魔執事と黒い猫 #devil butler with black cat

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cosmicalart · 3 months

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Finally making a proper post.

Hello, it's been awhile. I think in my last post (not a reblog) I had mentioned not having a six sentence/wip post as I was burnt out and behind on Baz to The Past. I hadn't intended for the burn out to take so long, maybe take a break for a week or two and then get back to it, but I was working to jobs, having mental break downs and stopped going on tumblr at all. Well, I ended up losing my main job, got severely depressed and had the holidays and such, but that's all done and I had time to take care of my mental health so I'm back. Don't know if people notice me reblogging again but I started getting back into tumblr and even started drawing again which I haven't done in almost three years (which was a shame as I put ART in my username for a reason and then never shared anything) and used that momentum to get my creativity going again. Which leads me to what everyone's probably been waiting for, I am working on Baz to The Past again, I don't know when chapter 4 will be up but it isn't abandoned and will be completed.

That's pretty much all I wanted to say, I'm happy to be doing well and be returning to the Fandom after an apparently much needed break. Under the cut will be the art works I've been working on and a link to Baz to The Past for anybody interested or wants a re-read while they wait for the next upload.

This was the first piece I did just to get into the flow of things again. I used a random reference off of pinterest as I really liked the contrast.

Unfortunately tumblr won't let me add the video for this one but this is a current wip of mine. Again just another reference from pinterest I thought looked neat. If people are interested I can share the time-lapse video of it once I finish it (if I finish it lol)

And now the link to Baz to the Past

#snowbaz #carry on #simon snow #baz pitch #rainbow rowell #simon snow trilogy #idiots in love #snowbaz fic #baz to the past #basilton pitch #i live #my art #cosmical art #im happy to be back properly

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wandering-night19 · 11 months

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Both @jesuisici33 and @heartstringsduet tagged me in wip wednesday. I missed out on everything this week because of work. Tuesday night was especially hellish. So have some fluff from the hospital AU of Carlos and TK’s first date! It’s long, but I couldn’t find a good cut off point.

TK has technically only worked for five hours today, but he’s drained. Sometimes case days are worse than a full shift. All he wants is to go home, shower, and snuggle under his blanket with HGTV playing in the background.

“TK!” He hears someone shout when he’s halfway to the employee parking lot. Turning, he’s surprised to see Carlos catching up to him.

“Dr. Reyes,” he says, not able to keep the shock of seeing him from his voice.

“I thought that was you. I didn’t know you worked here too.”

TK shrugs. “Just SANE cases. I just finished a follow up.”

“Oh,” Carlos says. They stand there awkwardly for a few minutes. TK plays with the zipper on his jacket while rocking back and forth on his heels. “Want to grab a coffee?” Carlos blurts out.

TK stops moving completely. He stares into Carlos’s wide brown eyes and feels himself drowning.

“Yeah, okay.”

Carlos starts breathing again, smiling brightly at him.

“Okay, good.” They continue to stand and stare for a moment. “I can drive,” he offers. “Or you can follow.”

“I wouldn’t mind another ride in the Camaro.”

They end up at Stars Cafe, a 24hr diner a few minutes from the hospital that’s frequented by all the staff. TK remembers mornings spent here after long shifts with the rest of the nurses and techs in the ER. Mornings spent crammed into the green vinyl booths, loudly reliving the craziest moments of the night complete with direct quotes from patients or family members. Large stacks of pancakes and overflowing pitchers of mimosas. TK was always given his own pitcher of straight orange juice with a straw. They’d leave bleary eyed and limp, but without the weight of whatever horrors they’d had to face.

He didn’t realize how much he’d missed the green vinyl until he was sliding into a booth across from Carlos. TK feels like it should be awkward, but for some reason it isn’t. They order coffee and TK watches as Carlos adds just one creamer while he adds four sugars and four creamers to his own.

Evening creeps into night as the sun disappears behind the city skyline casting the smaller buildings into shadow. The hum and dim of other diners ebbs and flows around them. TK switches to water when the waitress comes by to refill his cup for a fourth time. They order pancakes and scrambled eggs with bacon and toast slathered with butter.

Not once does TK call him Dr. Reyes.

When the night reaches its natural conclusion Carlos drives him back to where his car is parked.

“If you want,” Carlos starts before he can open the car door. “You could come back to my place.”

TK lets the offer hang in the air.

He could say yes. After the day he’s had letting off a little steam and forgetting about everything for awhile sounds damn near perfect. But after, he’d pick his clothes up off the floor and ignore any offers to stay the night in favor of going home to his own bed sitting cold and empty in his apartment. That story has played out a hundred times.

He doesn’t want that story with Carlos.

Instead TK says no and watches Carlos’s shuttered expression, watches him close down right before his eyes.

“I really needed this,” TK tells him. “Thanks for asking me out.” Then he leans over the console, stopping just long enough for Carlos to pull away, before kissing him.

It’s soft and warm and everything TK imagined it would be. It takes every ounce of control he has not to climb over into his lap as Carlos’s hand comes up to grip the back of his neck.

He pulls back before the kiss can get away from them. Biting his lip to stop from letting a stupidly big smile form he gets out of the car.

“Text me,” he hears Carlos say just before he shuts the door. With a little wave, TK climbs into his own car giggling to himself as he runs his tongue over his bottom lip. He swears he can still taste Carlos.

It’s long past Wednesday so I’ll just tag some people I think will enjoy this. @whenshereads @ramblingdisaster73 @thebumblecee @lightningboltreader

#wip wednesday #late to the part like always #tarlos #tarlos fic #tarlos wip #dr carlos #nurse tk

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sonseulsoleil · 2 days

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

I was tagged by @hmslusitania! Thanks Hayley!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

110

2. What’s your total word count on AO3?

483,852

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Whatever I am obsessed with at the moment. The last stuff I was working on was Percy Jackson fic, before that Heartstopper (and I WILL get back to those wips eventually). Oh, and Newsies is also currently in the works! Basically I have ADHD and I am all over the place all of the time. I'll go back to wips I started 5 years ago and keep working on them. What I've written vs what I've actually managed to polish and post is a HUGE disparity lol

4. Top five fics by kudos

- All We Do Is Run

- Let the Whole World Melt Away

- never saw you coming (and I'll never be the same)

- sugar, butter, flour (what a mess I'm making)

- stay in my arms if you dare (or must I imagine you there)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes, almost always. It takes me awhile sometimes, but I try to respond to every comment. I worry that if I don't respond, people will stop commenting.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I've written a couple Major Character Death fics, but they're not on AO3 because they were just drabbles so I only posted them on tumblr (also they're very old and bad)

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

hmmm maybe All We Do Is Run, just compared to the source material lmao

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I have a couple times. Mostly on fics where I've introduced OCs, which sucks.

9. Do you write smut?

Yes, sometimes. But I don't post it. I write it for myself and will maybe share it with friends if they're interested.

10. Craziest crossover?

I've never written a proper crossover. I'll write AUs where I take the characters of Property A and put them into the story of Property B, but I've never written a true crossover where characters of two properties interact.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope, but I've definitely had fic concepts stolen. Which sounds petty, but I've made posts about fics I'm working on and had people take them and write their own fics with the same details I mentioned and it's like. Not plagiarism exactly and it's impossible to own ideas, really, but it does rub me the wrong way.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

A couple times! It's very cool!

13. Have you ever Co-written a fic?

I tried once a long time ago and it went poorly. Turns out I am not a very good collaborator sometimes.

14. All time favourite ship?

I don't--you want me to pick ONE?! are you kidding lol

15. What’s a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have SO MANY. There's a Star Trek fic I've been working on off and on since Beyond came out. There's my mermaid!Buck 911 fic. There's my current Heartstopper fic. There's my PJO Anastasia fic. There's my angst canon divergence Psych fic. My google drive is a graveyard of partially written stories begging to see the light of day.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Finishing things, clearly.

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

Depends wildly. I've written this in some Heartstopper fics, because Nick speaks French. And I had a friend who is fluent in French help me get it right. I think when people take the time to find a fluent speaker to help them or are fluent themselves, it's fine and good. And when people are just using google translate, it shows. Also, obviously, being bilingual has to make sense for the character. I also especially have beef with the way people often write latine characters/Spanish specifically. I grew up surrounded by latinos and nobody talks like that. Stop it. You all know what I'm talking about.

19. First fandom you wrote in?

ABC's Castle. Say what you will about Nathan Fillion, but that show shaped me as a person.

20. Fave fics you’ve written?

All We Do Is Run (longest multi-chap I've ever written. this thing was years of my life.)

répète (the only one of my GMW/BMW fics I regularly go back to)

tin can telephones (it's all written in texts and dialogue and that was really fun)

I'm tagging @firstelevens @memequeme @galwithalibrarycard and anyone else who wants to do it!

#this was fun!#my writing #I do not know why that 110 is so huge #I have done everything I can think of to try to make it normal sized #I thought I had it! and then I posted it and it was big again #idk man

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kookaburra1701 · 11 months

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Summer WIP tag game!

I was tagged by @thana-topsy, I am so excited about what might happen with Halfway to the Sky, I am 💓vibrating💓 and also 👀 at a potential Dark Brotherhood story

I tag @ms-katonic-of-tamriel @mswhich @canonicallymoriche

1) Describe one creative WIP project you’re planning to work on over the summer.

I am working on a trilogy of novel-length fics called Wives of Shor (WIP snippet here: Moth to Flame.) It's a fic that started out as a pastiche of bodice-ripper romances starring Kaidan and Lucien Flavius getting sex-pollened by Sanguine, but it has become a tale about loving someone from an entirely different background than you, having a crisis of faith, and learning how to move on and live a good life when you've done unspeakably terrible things in the past.

I'm planning on having the entire first novel written out + at least most of first drafts of the second and third before beginning to post, so it will be awhile.

OK the game says one but screw that here's some other WIPs I'd like to chip away at, even if they aren't my highest priority:

A Wives of Shor prequel that explains why Lucien only made it to Falkreath before deciding that he REALLY needed some protection on the road.

A fic that explains why there's a bandit trapped in a hay bale in Swindler's Den when a) hay bales require industrial machinery to produce and b) who the hell was baling hay inside a cave. It will also explore the character of Ennis, the goat farmer in Rorikstead, and his relationships with other characters from Rorikstead.

Because I Could Not Stop for Death a short-ish novella that explores how Thane Bryling navigates the transition of being ruled by High King Torygg to his young bride, Elisif the Fair. It was inspired after I noticed that the Holy 80s High School Movie Girl Trinity of Jock-Prep-Goth was present in Bryling, Elisif, and Sybille Stentor. (Yes, all the chapter titles are Emily Dickinson poems ha ha)

I'd really like to get the full summary/outline of a fic my friend TheInducer and I yes-anded into existence. It involves a retelling of the Odyssey by way of Mor Khazgur needing to find a new Chief after theirs went missing. TheInducer did a great write-up on the theory we came up with on r/teslore: Durak is (probably) from Mor Khazgur.

And of course, I continue to hope I will be seized once again by the fit of utter depravity that caused me to write 2K words of Sanguine/Hermaeus Mora tentacle porn a few months ago called La☆Blue Daedra so I can actually finish it and inflict it on the rest of fandom.

2) Rec a book:

The Search for Delicious by Natalie Babbitt. Her first novel is often overlooked by more celebrated/literary ones like Tuck Everlasting but to me this book is the quintessential fantasy story, and it's a very fast read without sacrificing vivid world building and descriptions. Here's my favorite, I think about it whenever I'm struggling with trying to describe something:

There was a lovely greenish glow in the forest, a glow pierced everywhere by tree trunks like fingers thrust into an aquarium full of tinted water; and Gaylen slipped between them like a small fish. With the trees all around him and the rain dancing on the leaves high over his head, he felt as if he were going deeper and deeper into a world that existed tranquil and quite separate from the one he had left behind.

3) Rec a fic:

I have an entire bookmark collection of The Elder Scrolls fic recs!

If I must pick one for this tag game, it would be Like Lightning by Jotting Prosaist. This fic single-handedly changed my opinion on 2nd person POV. It's absolutely masterful and I couldn't imagine experiencing the story it tells any other way. Mind the warnings, it goes to some very raw places.

4) Rec music:

Uh, my musical taste is...eclectic. I guess right now I've been on an early European music and metal kick, so I guess Corvus Corax fits the bill.

5) Share one piece of advice.

Floss daily, check your fire extinguishers and smoke alarms twice a year.

#tag game #fic wip #wip #skyrim fanfiction #summer wip #lucien flavius #skyrim kaidan #kaidan 2 #kb writes

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vanillahigh00 · 1 year

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Word Search

tagged by @seadeepy to search my WIPs for the words: close, ring, whisper, sun, and soft! Thank you so much, friend!!!

So… I have so many WIPs that I’ve never published that are sitting with random words. It was fun to see what would pop up, enticing me to possibly finish them. These are all from the Schitt’s Creek fandom.

Close: Found in a highschool AU I started and never finished (No working Title). It was meant to be an addition to my “Fall”ing For You Series.

Patrick dropped the pizza box in front of David, popping it open allowing David to inhale its savory fragrance.

David immediately picked up a slice. Patrick followed suit as they settled into conversation about their day and social engagements planned for the weekend.

It didn’t take long to consume the contents of the cardboard container. Once the pizza box was empty, Patrick tossed the package in the fire, as David’s pupils enlarged. Patrick reached over and placed a reassuring hand on David’s thigh, his gaze never leaving Patrick’s. David took Patrick’s hand and pulled him over on his lap. David met his lips in a soft, gentle kiss.

“I thought we weren’t doing this outside.” Patrick smirked, rubbing his thumb along David’s jaw.

“I never said we wouldn’t be kissing outside and I’d much rather have you close in case I get cold.”

Patrick softly kissed David as he stood up. “Babe, you’re going to love this.”

Ring: Found in a WIP I’ve been playing with for years that has not been published called “The Luck Of The Irish.” I took creative liberties with this word.

David settled on an open faced grilled sourdough sandwich covered in seared Irish sausage and melted swiss cheese banger melt, topped with a caramelized onion demi-glaze and a side order of onion rings. Sausage. David wanted some sausage right now, it had been awhile as his eyes didn’t leave frat boy. At least the onion rings would guarantee he didn’t try to do anything stupid like kiss this gorgeous straight boy. No one would kiss someone with onion breath.

Fuck! Frat boy caught him staring and started moving in David’s direction. Why was frat boy walking toward David? Duh. He wanted another green beer or whatever frat boys drank on St Paddy’s day. There was no other explanation.

“Hey… handsome.” Frat boy spoke slowly, not quite a slur.

His eyes raked up and down David’s body lighting up every nerve ending along David’s body.

“Oh, let me guess. You come hit on me or at least attempt to for some bet.” David tilted his head. It was a plausible explanation. It wouldn’t be the first time.

Before the frat boy responded, his lips brushed David’s. It was chaste and it was quick, but it knocked David right off kilter.

“How much did you win?” David asked, looking over at Patrick’s friends too busy hooting and hollering to even glance in his or frat boy’s direction. He tried to remain calm, cool and collected about this one time event when it took every ounce of willpower not to drag frat boy off to the bathroom for an encore.

“A few things you should know...I’m very drunk.” Frat boy grinned, his eyes the color of light milk chocolate boring a hole into David’s soul.

“That much is clear.”

Whisper: Also found in “The Luck Of The Irish”

“Well, I don’t tend to kiss random straight guys in a bar so....”

The frat boy got up and cupped David’s shoulders and whispered, “Who said I was straight?” He breathed, sending a chill down David’s spine he wouldn’t soon forget.

Sun: Found in an untitled work also intended as part of the “Fall”ing For You Series. For now we’ll call it the Chili Cook Off.

It was a crisp, fall day, leaves blowing off the trees, but the sun’s bright rays warmed Patrick from within as he walked down the street of this small town without a care in the world and likely a wide smile across his face.

In his path, he found a telephone pole covered by several pieces of paper. Patrick stopped to read one flyer in particular.

The Schitt’s Creek Annual Chilli Cookoff!

It couldn’t hurt to make new friends and maybe meet someone special. Although the mention of Jocelyn Schitt’s five year win streak grabbed his attention. If there was one thing Patrick knew for sure was that Marcy Brewer’s chili was definitely a winner. Hopefully to another man’s heart.

Soft: One more blurb from “The Luck Of The Irish.”

David noticed a softness in Patrick’s eyes that he hadn’t seen all day, but it seemed safe. Familiar. Patrick must have looked at him that way after they kissed. Did he look at everyone that way? He was sure most people would find it unnerving, but people didn’t look at David like that. He could get used to that kind of attention from Patrick.

“Trust me. You’ll be glad when this conference is over.”

“Why is that exactly?” Patrick tilted his head, a grin crossing his face.

“The more time you spend with me, the sooner you’ll want to leave.”

“Don’t be so sure.” Patrick couldn’t have looked more serious, it was almost heart stopping.

This was so much fun! Tagging to join in the fun: @hippolotamus, @sspaz1000, @chelle-68, @demora00 and anyone else who wants to play along. Your words are: grass, laugh, smooth, jump, star

#david x patrick #schitts creek fanfic #wip games #tag game #too many wips and no time to write #one day vanilla will finish all the wips in her google drive

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ren-c-leyn · 2 years

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Happy STS, Ren^^ First I would like to ask for writing update on your projects, esp Dark princess wip, your dnd campaign, Forgotten gods and Shackles. :D

Second I would like to know what scene from the currently published Shackles of time chapters was the most meaningful to you?

@writingonesdreams

Happy STS to you too, Dreams ^^ I hope you're having a good one.

I'll be answering in reverse order, hope you don't mind @writingonesdreams ^^ The second answer was just the shorter and more coherent one, as my updates are a bunch of incoherent screaming at the moment lol.

Here is your read more, as is tradition.

The most meaningful to me is a toss up among the 15 chapters that are up.

Something about The Time Keeper's office scene in chapter 4 is still sticking with me, and it's gotten even more meaningful as I've continued writing the story. The symbols of the long career that was torn away, the stories behind those objects of adventurers taken with people who are no longer with them, the beautiful impression mixed with the unspoken sadness. Then there was the mask. I believe that line was 'it was not the only thing to be broken that day, just the symbol of it all.' That, that slaps way, way harder now that I've written The Guild Masters' Meeting arc. It hit hard when I wrote it the first time, but rereading it after that arc hard felt like past me kicked current me in the gut. It was a perfect, unintended set up. Like I knew the history of it when I wrote it, but I didn't know what the future would hold and it just... yeah. Yeah that scene makes me feel proud and happy and sad all at once. It resonates with me in the way that holding the stuffed unicorn my late grandmother gave me when I was a kid does now. That sense of loss and comfort all in one.

The contender is from the end of part 2 of The Guild Masters' Meeting arc, when Wyndulin is talking to his old friend, Myria. And it hits similar notes, but is much heavier on the melancholic tone as these two legends both show just how closely they mirror each other and Wyndulin is slowly coming to the conclusion that he's watching the end. The end of a legend, the end of an era, perhaps the end of everything, and Myria is not the same as she was then. She's older, more fragile, exhausted, but she still won't stop. Won't step down. He admires her and grieves her in the same breath, just as she appreciates and is frustrated with him and The Time Keeper. It's... it's hard to explain, but if you want to understand I recommend reading it when you get the chance. And when you finish with that scene, go back and reread that scene from chapter 4. But I recommend doing it on a day when you can handle some heavy angst ^^'

Your weekly updates:

There's no new updates on Forgotten Gods or The Dark Princess of Aconitum this week. I paused the rewrite in favor of working on The Shackles of Time's anniversary event since it's taking most of my creativity, and I'm letting the magic system for dark princess stew for awhile in the back of my mind. Sometimes I come up with better ways to handle things or see drawbacks that I hadn't originally expected when I give a concept some time to marinate.

I think the next thing I'm going to consider one Dark Princess while I'm finishing up solidifying the magic system is how the assassination of the elf prince was done. I've already gotten the political ramifications of it done and out of the way, as well as whose behind it, but I never did decide how he was killed ^^' a bit of an oversight on my part, I suppose, but there's a lot of things I'm juggling. So, I'm playing around with a few ideas. Some practical, some inspired by history, and some that are totally over the top and dramatic.

I may get really ambitious and actually name the characters, as not even the MC has a proper name yet ^^;

In my DnD campaign I've finished setting up the big bad's goals and what they need to do to achieve them. These things will be happening in the background, and the players have the potential to mess up those plans, speed them up, or ignore them. I'll be keeping track as the game progresses. It turned into a big undertaking. I need to finish designing some things for it, but for the most part that end of things is solidified.

I've also started marking down important locations on the world map and drawing kingdom/country boarders as well as the migration paths of the floating islands. (Yes, I have yet another world with floating islands lol)

I've also written down 10 moral quandaries for the players to answer in character to go along with their alignments as a sort of guidelines for how their characters would react. Among them is a version of the Trolley problem, so I'm looking forward to seeing how they respond to those. Though, I admit I nearly gave myself an existential crisis while looking up example moral quandaries to base the questions off of. Some of them were... yeah. Tough calls, to say the least, tough calls.

We also set up some homebrew and table rules. I also finished my 20+ god pantheon (which took forever but I survived) for the world and the players have picked their patron gods, which is great since since two of the three characters are going into levels of cleric, and you kinda need a patron god for cleric. So, we're inching closer to being able to play. I have everyone's backstories and am thinking of fun and evil ways I can bring them into play throughout the game.

Unfortunately, everyone's work schedules have changed, again, so our session 0 and character building sessions are going to be postponed and the game is getting pushed back. But it just gives me more time to fiddle with things in the world, look up more Dming tips, name things. Naming things is so hard, and scheduling people for a dnd game is even harder >.<

As far as The Shackles of Time goes, I have enough chapters banked up to get through October, even with the posted chapters doubling to 4 for that month, I just need to finish rewriting and scheduling them :D I'm not quite finished with the Stormy Road ahead arc, but I am getting there. It'll probably make up all of October and probably November's 2 posts. There's also a chance it'll continue into December. It's much longer than I originally planned for, but a lot of heavy stuff came to light and demanded my attention lol. I've also thought up a good starting point for the next mini arc, right down to the character introductions, so once I get there it should be smooth sailing.

Also, my rough drafts document is over 60,000 words long, which means the published versions are probably somewhere around 70,000 words long, if not longer. There's a full book worth of content available to be read, and I can. not. believe. it. I can't! This is so wild that I am shocked and dazed. The impulse project I spent exactly 3 days planning ahead of time has not only survived a year, but thrived! :D I'm so proud of The Shackles of Time and myself. My adorable, little adventure trio and all of their weird friends makes my heart happy and the words flow <3 Though my favorite chapter is still chapter 4, I think The Guild Masters' Meeting is my favorite arc. So much sad Wyndulin and a group of badasses sitting in dead silence out of shock and terror, I love it <3

Speaking of, I am currently working on more content for the big Anniversary event. My housemates and my writing partner have all demanded I keep them updated with my progress, they love the bonus content that much, so I am confident that I'm doing something right with the cool stuff I'm cooking up here >:D Progress is slow, as I expected, since these are very involved... and also I recently got Stardew Valley and have a hard time putting it down. That game is scary addicting, but so much fun.

I think that's about it? Nothing else is jumping to mind. If you have more specific questions about any of it, ask any time. You know how I like to ramble ;p

Thanks for stopping in, I hope you have a lovely day/evening.

#sts #writing update #The Shackles of Time #Forgotten Gods #The Dark Princess of Aconitum #dnd

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transmasc-wizard · 2 years

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9, 10, 17 and 24 for the ask game!

9. Do you believe in ghosts? This isn’t about writing I just wanna know

no, but that's because I have 2 cats

closet door opens randomly at night? It's the cats. Unseen growling? The cats. Large thumping noises? cats. scratching noises from the basement? CATS. i am physically incapable of blaming things on ghostly presence

10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you?

everything i've never finished haunts me because i can't stop thinking about it

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

i don't think you expected to hear about dragons when you asked this but SURPRISE! you are now

dragons are an entire animal family in GFS. Like, there's mammals, birds, reptiles, fish, etc etc, but then there's also dragons in their own classification.

To be a dragon, something must lay eggs, have a hoard (as in, a collection of objects/things that they keep track of and feel distress upon losing), not be exclusively herbivores, and possess some sort of innate magic power. They may or may not be considered sentient and have developed languages, and they can look like basically anything. They all also must descend back from some fucked up little creatures the gods put on the planet like 1000+ years ago (that's part of why they're magical).

Dragons will nest in these HUGE colonies, often living in mountains, forests, cave systems, and canyons. Littler dragon species often gravitate to bigger ones (except for, uh. dragons that eat other dragons lol) and pick pests off of them/from their area. In return, the larger dragons leave the littler ones alone and let them stay in their caves.

The 2 dragon species I like best are the ones known as Tea Set Dragons and Bullet Dragons. (They have scientific names but I haven't... made those yet). Tea Sets range from being the size of a teacup to a teapot, roughly, and have intricate designs that many tea sets have copied, hence the name. Bullet Dragons were partially bred by humans, and they're used in battle; they're sleek and range from the size of a pony to a horse, with incredibly delicate bones (so they can fly better; less weight) but very aerodynamic shape and extremely sharp teeth. They come in grey and copper tones; that + their build + their purpose has given them the name "Bullet Dragons".

Angel has a little Tea Set named Teacup; he is very very small, white with swirly blue patterns, and has learned about 50 words. He sends short-distance messages and also functions as a bit of an anxiety pet. Tasya has a Bullet named Silver; Bullets don't talk (they may have the ability? but it was mostly bred out), but Silver is very intelligent and also quick to bond with her. A Bullet, once it's picked its rider, will not bond to another one, so Silver and Tasya are stuck together (even if Tasya's hesitant toward owning a battle dragon at first).

24. How much prep work do you put into your stories? What does that look like for you? Do you enjoy this part or do you just want to get on with it?

uh. this is my planning process, and though i wrote that post like 7 months ago, it's still pretty accurate. It doesn't mention my bullet point thing I don't think? But yeah I do roughly what's described in that post, and I also write out everything that happens in a very detailed bullet point list (like. GFW #2's bullet point outline was over 7 thousand words). I really like preparing/outlining/plotting (whatever you wanna call it lol), although lately since i haven't drafted in awhile i AM feeling super antsy to start doing that again.

ty for the ask!!

#asks #bat wherearetheplants #ask game #writblr ask game #also. uh #wip gfs #since the whole dragon ramble up there is a bit relevant i think

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blackbird-brewster · 1 year

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What do you do when you get stuck on a fic (assuming you have)? Sometimes I move on for awhile and come back to it, but I honestly hate that one because now I have a hand full of unfinished fics I'm bouncing between and when I started I was so organized and I was able to focus on one at a time and really delve in to that fic's world....anyway. I read other fics, reread my own, talk to trusted fic friends, sometimes lay down and imagine it out, and of course watch the source material... What do you do?

This is a great question and one I think all of us authors face time and time again.

When I started writing/posting CM fic in 2015, I never planned stuff out. I didn't make outlines or anything really. I just got an idea in my head and wrote it all out til I felt like I had done that idea justice. (Note, I mostly wrote one shots. I only had a few longer form fics)

And then, one day, I just stopped writing altogether. I felt like I had written and published my magnum opus (Head Full of Doubt) and I didn't see the point in writing anymore because I really felt like nothing I wrote could be as important as that one.

So I didn't really write for seven long years.

(Which meant I left a WIP completely unfinished and it was really popular and the last chapter I posted in 2015 was a massive cliff-hanger. Sooooo that sucked for my readers. I am trying to finish that one now... But I have NO OUTLINE and no idea where I was originally heading with it)

Now I'm back writing fic! And outlines are my fave thing, I keep very meticulous notes for long-form works now (Day by day of what's going on in the story and timelines and continuity notes and just about everything else). But of course, I still get stuck (mostly when my characters derail a plot and I just have to follow them by scrapping everything I planned)

When this happens, I mostly let it breathe. I give it a couple of days. I do what you said: talk to friends about it, try and imagine what comes next, etc.

Sometimes, for me, I work backwards when I get stuck. I say 'where do I want this story to end?' and write that down. It can be as general as 'My Blorbos end up together' or very detailed like 'JJ leaves Will, then has a conversation with Emily about it before x, y, z happens'.

Once I have an ending in mind, I start listing small plot points from where the story is currently stuck, to where I want it to end. Any and all ideas that come to me get written down (usually hand written notes, because hand written notes help me when I'm stuck!) and then I sort of start filling out those ideas until I get unstuck.

There's no one way to get 'unstuck', just like there's no one way to write! If you write your story out of order and that works for you, do it! If you want to sit and write the story start to finish, do it!

I'm a bit of both of those, I think. But jotting down notes in a notebook really helps me because I can draw all sort of arrows and rearrange things super easy and have a better visual for my autistic brain to understand easier than if I did all of it in a digital outline.

Literally all my fic notes look like this:

I dunno if any of this is helpful, but this is my weird process!

#snailsandpuppy-dogtails #reply post #writing advice #fanfic authors

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julietas-basil · 2 years

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Hi! Thanks for the follow! Just wondering if there could be a piece about Julieta and Augustín? I can imagine she'd be into risky sex, where someone can walk in on them and moment

Hewoo dear friendOwO

I think Julieta would like to occupy Agustίn for awhile 👀she seems like the type to pull her husband in to stop the burning heat...

Hmmh...let's see 🤔

WARNING⚠️

NSFW,explicit content,language,intimate moments,fluff,romance,mentions of certain body parts,if underaged or uncomfortable with refernced content, I would kindly suggest you scrolling over,for any sane request don't hesitate to drop what you'd like! speaking through DM is a very good solution too I'm happily open to meet new friends and discuss and go encanto crazy!

thank you for your time !

Today was Antonio's birthday and of course the whole neighbourhood would be invited to the party,which meant Julieta would have the wholde day ahead of her to pick the menu,get groceries. Thankfully, Mirabel was there to assist with the list,while Agustίn had insisted he gave away the Arepas and Empanadas to the wounded villagers. The menu would have to be a mix of Toñito's favorite dishes along with the tranditional favorites,nothing foreign to the Healer,all within her cooking ability...

She would get tired again,her legs aching in pain switching position every now and then to avoid any excess issue that would work against this day which had to be perfect. Julieta undeniably loved her youngest primo and Loved to see his expression light up when he sees his gift-inspired cake which happened to be his most favorite thing!The old cook smiled genuinely at the thought as she prepared the sugary creme,along with the sugar paste. Small pieces of papers,filled in delicate handwriting,were full of recipies that Julieta was determined to bring to life. The minutes turned into hours and the healer had attempted to finish most of the dishes. Luisa appeared at the end like "a machine god" placing the dishes over the tables that had been scattered across the room...

She let a sigh escape her throat,once she placed her self on the chair in front of her. The nurse grabbed the white towel resting on her apron to wip off the slightest of sweat drops,that had covered up her forhead. Her eyes scanned at the cleaned kitched,nodding her head amazed at how her courage was enough to accomplish such things!

"¿Mamá?" Isabela entered the room quietly,hands folded in her lap. Julieta turned her head to take a better look at her oldest daughter "Mi pequeña linda..." the mother sighed upon seeing her hija,walking towards the girl to wrap her in a warm hug "You've grown mi Isabelita" the mother smiled kindly,kissing the top of Isabela's head "Would you like to join us ?" the younger adult asked blushing. Julieta almost cursed at herself for missing the time "Give me a moment mi hija" she fixed her self,removing the teal apron and followed her daughter out of the kitchen...

As the healer carelessly walked through the crowd,a familiar hand grabbed her by the arm,twisting her over his arms "Hola,Amor" Agustίn pushed the grey haired woman tightly to his waist,a rose wrapped between his teeth "Eres hermana,hoy dίa" flashing a smile to his wife "You look very attractive as well,mi Vida" Julieta giggled "This is for you..." the tall man handed the beautiful flower to his love,wrapping her lips in a longing kiss.

The older woman let herself get lost in the romantic affection,the warmth radiating from their bodies awaking something in her. It's been a long time,since they had enjoyed their touches quite thoroughly,his knuckles between her curly locks,his burning kisses running paths down her neck-collarbone. His pianist's hands grazing over her most sensitive parts,massaging her clitoris every so slowly and elegantly...This!this was enough to light up a fire within her body.

Julieta parted from the kiss to take the accident-prone man into her arms,which extented enought to rest on his neck "Agustίn..."she allowed her breath to fall on his ear,making the man shiver with want "I want you to fuck me,Amor" the middle aged woman confessed in his ear "WHaT?" Agustίn blushed almost but falsely,practically shouted,earning the confused glares of some of the villagers. Julieta parted and turned to leave an awkward smile as the people around them returned to their talking or dancing like nothing happened..

" Agustίn,Let's go someplace else.." The cook took the pianist's hand into her own "The whole house is packed with people" the younger man complained giggling "come with me" ulieta would be one of the most patient person out of everyone in this family,but during these times impatience and stubborness win over her calm exterior...The faint brunette guided her husband through teams of people driving him into the backyard of the house. The woman sighed at noticing the empty space "Mi Cariñosa,someone might come here , this is an open space and there are..people on the side" Julieta shushed the tall man with a lustful kiss "We could risk it! Come on we'll be quick,corazon" the cook bit her lower lip,fingers rushing over the buttons of his pants.

Agustίn raised his hands in protest,whining when his wife abruptly dragged him against the wall "Eek! Julieta..." the 50 year old woman was on her knees,fighting again over the buttons of his underwear, a few long strands falling on her face " Amor,are you okay?" the short woman asked concerned,the man replied by noding his head,his palm coming to to stroke his esposa's hair. Soft fingertips,fell upon the warm shaft,exposing the pulsating member in the air " You look so hot Agustίn..." the small woman let her mouth run the sentence,skillful hands gripping onto the burning flesh "Julieta..." his hips squirmed slightly to meet her touch.

It was painfully slow and it had been so long since he had felt her pleasure him like that,he would only spend the nights in their bathroom helping himself,while thinking about her; Her small rosy shaped-heart lips,her vanilla taste,the lovely eyes that hid so much love inside and her body,that even after three pregnacies,despite the excess server remained angelic and beautiful...

She knew how he liked it,regardless of the lack of intimacy,stroking his length in a steady rythm,turning and twisting the soft flesh repeatedly,her other palm fondling his thin thigh reassuringly "You like it Querido?" the kneeled woman asked picking up her speed,the tall man responded by cupping his wife's hand "Te Quiero Amor..." the healer said,helping herself up. Immediately she wrapped her husband into a lustful kiss,turning them over so her back was stuck on the wall.

Their lips connected in a passionate kiss,their tongues lapping over the other's lips sleepily ,tasting sweet flavour of wine. In the middle of the kiss,large hands tenderly gropping Julieta's lower back "Agustίn..." the adult woman sighed into the kiss,as she felt both of his palms squeeze her mounts even more.

"CAMILO BRING IT BACK!" a voice of a young girl came from the distance,camilo following short with a toy in his hand.

Julieta,embraced her lover tightly,to cover his bulge,before anyone would see anything..."Hola tia...and tio!" he stayed there to wave at his relatives,only to start running again,Mirabel chasing him " Hola mamá,hi papá!" their youngest flashed a smile "CAMILO..YOU'RE GONNA DIE!" the elders grinned awkwardly at the grumby girl,sighing when the kids left...

"Don't you dare go anywhere..."Agustίn standed still as Julieta grasped his arms. He was caught red handed,as his penis poked at her skirt "Julieta we have to..." the tall man stared at his erection,grimancing over the sight "Take me Corazon,make me yours again..." the grey haired woman took his face into her hands staring deeply into his chocolate eyes. The man in front of her,leaned a little to lift her skirt over waist taking hold of her thighs,which she helped enfold around his waist. The accident-prone man was sprightly shifting his leg underneath her backside,his digits traveled below her underwear to cup her heated entrance,massaging the wet opening to lube his fingers,before thrusting them in "¡Ay,!" Julieta whimpered under her breath,her eyebrows frowned under the influence of pleasure... After a few minutes of pleasuring his wife,he guided his burning flesh over her vagina,pushing forward with his weight. The cook moaned loudly at the sensation,gripping her husband's shoulderblades,nails digging in. The pace increased rapidly,the couple's panting matching through the process,their chests heaving,trying to hold on to each other for dear life. The short woman captured's lips into her "Amor,I'm close-" the tall man located his arms under her thighs,giving more freedom to his thrusts '"Yo sé,mi lindo me too" the younger man smiled between sighs,a tingling fire building in his abdomen...

"¡Ay,aquí Amor!" the woman exclaimed once she felt him hit her spot "Julieta I will-" her husband attempted going faster again "Do it, Agustίn!" the healer commended already feeling waves of ecstasy hitting her by the seconds "but-" the bee-man fussed at the incident failing,as his wife shushed him up

"Cum in me Gus, por favor mi Querido!Te Quero mucho!"

His thrust were now harder more desperate,the way she called him,claiming how much she wants him to ravish her,hold her,pleasure her...love her with all he had

"Julieta!"

All of a sudden their eyes locked there,rocking through their orgasm together,moaning their names lost in their blissful moment, Julieta shivered once she felt him fill her with his orgasm,groaning slightly at the powerful sensation "That's right,let it all out mi hermoso" a few trembles were adequate for the tall man to finish thrusting into his lover,whimpering a few curses as he removed himself from between her legs. As the gentleman he is,Agustίn settled his wife gently on the ground,almost falling on his feet "Gus!" Julieta used her arms as an obstacle to prevent her esposito from tripping "Gracias my love!" the healer placed a tender kiss on his fluching cheeks aiding him over the kitchen "Come on,i'll get you something bee-boy" her hand massaged his hair...Joining the others at the party like they never missed a moment. Though one thing was on Agustin's mind,and tomorrow morning seemed to be the perfect time to make everything up for his wife,the ideal way to wake her up.

After all the pianist knew all her buttons...

I hope you enjoyned the answer,it definately was something new to me (not as an idea tho 👀) and I loved writing it out as a julistin simp lol...thank you again for trusting me with your request is an honor and it means a lot to me! I wish you a good day <3

#julieta madrigal #encanto #so oof #encanto fic #julieta #agustin madrigal #omg #hot #took 2 good hours #the madrigals #request #AGUSTIN IS CUTE #AND HOT #*coughs*#julieta really loves him #these lovebirds i swear #agustin is a malewife #he easily gets frustrated #she has him wrapped

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starlight-vixen-emiko · 2 years

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Mosh Pit

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Oh thank god I finally finished something.......Hello everyone! I know it’s been awhile but I was dealing with personal stuff that was blocking my writing...But then I recently hit a breakthrough and then I started working on a bunch of Lukanette WIPs again...So I am back, and I am back with a vengeance!

And I just published my first genderbent Lukanette fanfiction...Finally!...Well technically I got a bunch of other genderbent Lukanette fanfictions in my files but let’s see how well this one does first.

So without further ado, enjoy!

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Marin felt truly guilty as he sped on his Vespa as fast as he could for the Kitty Section concert. He could hear the music miles away and knew the concert hall was packed. Marin cursed to himself, wishing he didn't have to go to that internship and wishing he could've been the first one to see Luci and the others perform.

Thankfully the parking lot had almost no activity as he parked his Vespa and ran for the concert hall. He threw open the door, and the receptionists immediately noticed him.

"You're Luci Couffaine's boyfriend!" One of the receptionists cried.

Marin panted and let out a grunt, and the two receptionists smiled at him.

"Well, head on in! You're the VIP after all!" The other receptionist said.

Marin didn't have to be told twice as he ran for the stage entrance and slammed the door behind him.

Meanwhile, Ayan, Nina, Kagami, and Adrienne were jumping with the crowd as Luci sang an upbeat rock song that caused the entire auditorium to shake. But in the middle of the excitement, Kagami expressed his concern.

"Where is Marin anyway?" Kagami asked. "He said he would be here just on time."

Amidst the excitement, Ayan calmed his inner party animal and pondered that question himself.

"Not sure," Ayan said. Suddenly he was a bit concerned himself.

Kagami and Ayan looked back to Luci, who was singing her heart out as all the guys cheered for her.

"Well, he better get here soon," Ayan said.

But Marin did make it. It's just the concert stadium was filled to the brim, and he was far in the back, trying to find a clear path to the front of the stage. But then Marin couldn't help but stop and be captivated by Luci's energetic melody. Marin had to listen until she sang the last lyrics. He smiled at her, feeling like an incredibly proud boyfriend.

"Thank you everyone!" Luci cried as she raised her fist in the air and everyone cheered.

Luci smiled in response to the audience's praise. She waited for the audience to quiet down before grabbing her guitar again.

"The next song is dedicated to the song of my heart," Luci said.

And Marin felt his heart accelerate as she started playing the first chords of their song. The young boy could barely move as her singing gave him goosebumps.

But after the first verse, a bright light shined at Marin, and he nearly fell over as he used his hand to protect his eyes. One of the stagehands must've turned stage lights on him and Luci.

Luci stopped singing as the music kept playing, and she locked eyes with Marin. She was indeed overjoyed that her muse finally showed up.

Marin gave a sheepish smile as he waved to her, and Luci started singing again. Singing her feelings to her muse and the star in her sky.

Marin pumped a fist in the air and cheered with everyone else. And then Marin heard someone cry, "Mosh pit!"

Marin squirmed slightly at the thought of a mosh pit. He just wasn't bold enough to do such a thing. But then he was utterly confused by the audience members turning to him. Marin raised his hands, but his message wasn't taken as the audience members grabbed him and carried him like a coffin.

Marin barely had time to react as his stomach turned while he was literally being held up and transported by many excited audience members. He tried to resist and jump off, but then he saw Luci again. Marin relaxed slightly and felt grateful the crowd didn't drop him. He was once again moved by Luci's music that it almost felt like he was floating.

Luci's singing became more passionate as the audience carried her boyfriend over to her. Marin didn't realize it until he was lifted up to stand on stage in front of Luci.

"The melody of my heart," Luci sang as she walked up to Marin.

Marin blushed uncontrollably as Luci placed her hands on him.

Marin tried to speak, but Luci's aqua blue eyes shined at him as she kissed him.

It was amazing! Luci kissed him even if the music was playing and the crowd was roaring. She kissed him like they were the only ones in the room. But Marin didn't care. He was enjoying the rush.

The kiss broke with Marin in such a lovestruck gaze as Luci winked at him and headed back to her bandmates to continue playing her guitar.

Marin still felt an incredible rush, and with a sigh, he fell backward. Thankfully the audience caught him.

"Marin!" Luci cried as she reached out to him. She felt guilty for letting her boyfriend fall like that, but Julien and Ross urged her to keep playing.

Marin felt like he was floating again as the crowd carried him. It was the greatest love that he ever felt, a love that made the stars align and fireworks go off. He didn't even notice his friends in the crowd.

"Let him go!" Cried a familiar voice. But Marin was still very out of it, and it would take him a bit to get back to reality.

"Let him go. He belongs to us!" Ayan cried.

Marin turned his head to see Ayan and Kagami moving through the crowd and grabbing hold of him. Kagami successfully set Marin back on his feet, and Ayan kept hold of Marin to keep him steady.

"Hey man, are you feeling alright?" Ayan asked as Marin was still in an incredible daze.

"Yeah," Marin said dreamily as they turned back to Luci.

Kagami got on Marin's other side, and both he and Ayan held on to Marin's arms as the crowd roared again.

"Let's hear it for Kitty Section!"

And with that, Marin nearly had his ears blown out as Ayan and Kagami screamed with the audience. Nina and Adrienne were right behind them, giving a modest cheer for Luci.

"I am still not used to loud concerts," Adrienne said with a sheepish smile.

Nina smirked and placed her arm around Adrienne. "It's all part of the experience."

And soon, Nina and Adrienne bounced and screamed with the rest of the audience until the final song finished.

"Thank you everyone!" Luci cried. "You have been the best audience."

Marin wanted to continue enjoying the high-speed concert fun. But he was overjoyed that now he and his rockstar girlfriend could finally spend time together. Luci put her guitar into a guitar case, and Marin was about to meet her on stage, but there was still one crowd of fans left. A crowd of fans chanted Luci's name. And Luci ran to the edge of the stage.

"Alright, one last mosh pit," Luci said with a determined smile.

She jumped on top of the crowd triumphantly, and the crowd held her up.

Marin had a bit of a mental panic as he ran up to that small crowd carrying his girlfriend.

"Hey you guys! Don't touch my girlfriend like that!" Marin cried.

But it was as if what Marin said fell on deaf ears as the crowd enjoyed carrying their idol like a queen. Marin could only watch from the edge.

"Give me back my girlfriend!" He cried again.

And as if Marin said the magic words, Luci reached the crowd's edge, and Marin caught his rockstar bridal style just in time.

Luci smiled so brightly as she was carried by the crowd of fans like a queen of rock into her muse's arms.

Marin was left totally off guard from this turn of events, but he blushed from his shining star smiling up at him and having her arms wrapped around his neck.

"Hello, my muse," Luci said. "We just had the best concert this year, and now I am finally in your arms again." She stroked her boyfriend's cheek and felt how warm his face was, but her boyfriend looked adorable, being all bashful.

"Come on," she said as she traced an outline on Marin's chest. "We should head backstage for a moment, and then we can all go out together.

Suddenly Marin felt energized and held Luci closer. "Alright, let's go!"

Marin eagerly ran out of the concert hall with Luci in his arms. Ayan and Nina watched as the two lovebirds headed out.

"Wow! Luci was giving Marin some serious bedroom eyes," Ayan said.

Nina gave her boyfriend a soft slap on the arm. "Ayan!"

Ayan chuckled a bit under his breath. "I'm joking!"

Then Kagami and Adrienne appeared beside them, and Ayan turned to Kagami and smiled. Kagami gave Ayan a look that showed he had an idea what the other guy was thinking about.

"Sort of," Ayan whispered.

~~~~~

Marin, Luci, and the others took a moment to regroup in the dressing room. This get-together was more than just deciding which restaurant to eat at.

"So this is your first-time crowd surfing, Marin?" Luci asked as she smiled while sitting and holding her knees to her chest.

As Marin blushed and looked away, Ayan and Kagami let out some soft chuckles.

"Yes, I guess it was," Marin said. And I honestly wouldn't want to do that again, he thought.

Luci did notice how shaken up her muse was, and she got up and went to him to hold his arm and nuzzle him.

"The show wouldn't have been a huge success without you, my muse," Luci said.

God, this girl drove Marin crazy in multiple ways.

"That was awesome for your first-time crowd surfing," Luci said as she smiled up at him.

Amidst Marin and Luci being romantic, Ayan slapped his forehead with his hand. "I could've gone crowd surfing too!" Ayan cried. "I missed the fun!"

Marin and Luci turned to their friend, and Nina moved next to her boyfriend. "I would love to go crowd surfing as well."

Immediately Ayan took Nina's hands and gave her a stern look. "I wouldn't want random guys touching you!"

"We can crowd surf together. It will be fine!" Nina cried.

Kagami let out another soft chuckle. "Crowd surfing sounds way too rowdy."

But then Adrienne got behind him and wrapped her arms around him while smiling, something that softened Kagami up.

"Marin did look like he was having a lot of fun though," Adrienne said.

Marin groaned under his breath as his friends continued their conversations about crowd surfing. Luci smiled and nuzzled Marin again before getting the attention of their friends.

"Guys, I appreciate the enthusiasm, but I am starving after a big concert," Luci said.

All the friends promptly stopped their conversation and turned to Luci as if they were equally hungry.

"Yeah, let's not wait any longer. After sharing music with that massive audience, I need Chinese food, pizza, and Indian food," Luci said.

Suddenly all their friends collectively agreed. Marin smiled and wrapped his arm around his girlfriend as they walked out of the dressing room together.

"Besides, the next concert will be even bigger, and we can all crowd surf together," Luci said. "It will be so much fun!"

"Oh no!" Marin cried.

But Luci turned to Marin and smiled at him before placing her hand on his heart. "I will be with you, my muse," she said gently. "I always will."

Marin felt relieved. But Luci always made him feel grounded.

And if Marin did get injured, Luci would take care of him like the times she did before.

Either way, it was a win for him.

#lukanette #pro lukamari #genderbent lukanette #my writing #my fanfiction

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i-will-physically-fight-you · 4 years

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As Long as the Forest Stands Tall, I’ll Be With You

Title: As Long As The Forest Stands Tall, I’ll Be With You

Summary: Humans come to Logan’s tree in all sorts of shapes and sizes. They ask for good crops, to find true love and to strike riches beyond their wildest dreams. Rarely, however, does a child stand beneath his tree, shivering and hiccuping in the bitter cold of winter.

Pairings: Familial Analogical, Background Platonic Logicality and Familial Intruroyality

Word-Count: 2.6-k

Warnings: Human Sacrifice, Death Mention, Body Horror, Morally Gray Logan, Angst with a Happy Ending

This fic is inspired by an anon ask sent to me awhile back that I just now finished. It’s also the Cryptid Logan fic that won the poll of next published wip, so hope y’all all enjoy :)

A human child stands at the base of his tree, shivering and hiccuping in the bitter cold of winter. Indeed, the child’s stick arms hugs its frame in a poor attempt to stay warm. The child does not have a coat, and its threadbare stockings could hardly count as shoes.

Logan finds himself mystified by the sight.

Humans came to his tree, in all sorts of shapes and sizes. They asked for good crops, to find true love and to strike riches beyond their wildest dreams. He granted them all, as long as they left an appropriate gift in its place. Things like books and knowledge he favored most of all, but he often did not turn away a cow or two if it was all they had to offer.

However a child? Rarely do children come seeking his help. Adolescents do not have the same worries as their often self-absorbed older counterparts. The few children that have come his way in decades past asked for things for others. The appearance of the child is enough to wake him fully from his winter rest.

“Hello.” He speaks, the wind carrying his message, through the dead tree branches and over the mounds of snow below.

He forms at the base of his tree, in a shape familiar yet alien to a human’s eye. Centuries of practicing shapeshifting and he still has not perfected a form that does not send a human’s flight-or-fight’s reflexes into overdrive. Humans are innately good picking up on minuscule anomalies. If it is not the nose this time, then it is the ears he has gotten wrong. Too pointy, too many. He’s certain this time he has the right amount of body parts.

The child leaps in the air at his greeting. They turn to face him, trembling even more. He does not think it is from the cold.

“H-hello.” The child returns the greeting, dipping their head in reverence.

“What is your name, child?” He asks, “and what do you seek?”

The child makes a weird, muffled noise. Their head is still lowered, facing away from Logan’s searching gaze.

“My name is Virgil, I--I’ve come to seek an end to this harsh winter. That you--you bring about a prosperous out-pour of crops this Spring.” The child speaks, slow and stilted. Like words firmly pressed into their mouth by someone else and not a genuine request from the child himself.

A flash of anger passes through Logan. If humans think by sending out a sapling their chances will double, they are wrong. Logan values knowledge and wisdom, not emotional manipulation.

Logan hums in acknowledgement of Virgil’s words, “I see. And what shall you offer in payment?”

“Myself.”

“What?” Logan asks, for he is sure he misunderstood the child.

“I--it’s--Chief Habrok said as an orphan I’m not good for much else and that this is the highest honor I could bring to the village. So I offer myself as a sacrifice.” Virgil looks up at him, glistening tears half-frozen to his cheeks. So much of both fear and determination radiates from the small being.

Logan’s ire has kindled to a raging forest-fire. This is worse than simply thinking Logan would be softer to a child’s pleas than an adult’s. Humans have bargained with him using livestock but one of their own young? A child that has lost so much already? It is revolting. All around them, the forest creaks, branches shifting not from the blizzard’s winds but of their own volition. Virgil flinches.

He reaches down, softly cusping Virgil’s chin with a hand to direct the child’s attention towards himself.

“I will take you far away from here. Somewhere you’ll be safe and loved for as long as this tree stands tall. Okay?”

“And my village--you’ll take care of them?” Virgil asks, confusion and doubt swirling around him. Much like the fierce snowfall sweeping through the forest.

Logan’s lips twitches. “You have my word that they’ll be taken care of.”

“O-okay.” Virgil agrees, voice soft and small.

Logan drops his hand away, holding it out by his side. “Take my hand.”

Most would hesitate touching the hand of a spirit. They’d fear to be swept away, to never see the light of day again. The fear is very much present within the child. But again so is that firm, resolute determination. Virgil’s tiny hand shoots forward, latching onto Logan’s larger one with a startlingly strong grip. The wind picks up as the trees shake themselves from their foundations, their roots. They stretch, relishing the freedom of movement.

“Close your eyes.” Logan murmurs. It’s his only warning before he calls forth to the forest. Logan is not this one tree like the humans believe. He is all of them. He is the whole forest. Each of them are perfectly formed clones connected by the same root system.

He integrates Virgil’s soul into the system, careful to keep the child’s individuality intact. Somewhere in the bidding snowstorm, a young three-foot sapling sprouts bright green leaves much like the tree the two stand under. Certain of his work, he withdraws. He underestimates the drain of his powers, because he nearly collapses to the ground.

“You!” Virgil gasps, staring at Logan with bulging eyes. Logan looks at himself, no longer ambiguously human in appearance. Ah, yes. He’s quite forgotten how frightening his true form can be for humans. It is a shimmery indigo blue that is almost translucent. He has a multitude of eyes and just as many limbs. His hair is mossy, with bits of berries and flowers poking out of it. His eyes are a pupiless navy blue with whirling black rings.

“You look different as well,” Logan says, pointing out that the child’s form has taken on a glowing purple hue. Hmm, purple. Unusual color for a spirit. He still looks much like a human aside from the color. Give it enough time, however, and the child’s appearance will shift to reflect his newfound nature.

“Am I dead?” The child blurts out.

“Not in the slightest.” Logan reassures. The child does not look reassured despite this, “Now come, I know someone who will take good care of you.”

“B-but I thought, you’d--” The child stutters, unable to form a coherent sentence.

“Oh no, I’m terrible with children. I promise that you will be quite safe with him.” Logan says, blinking out the dizzying nausea. He frowns in distaste. Maintaining a physical presence is annoying and draining. This is why he seldoms ventures out to the physical realm if he can help it.

“Now shall we?” Logan asks, shouting over the blizzard at this point. Virgil huddles closer, burying his head into Logan’s robes, away from the roaring blizzard. Logan’s robes become wet with tears. Logan places a tentative hand on the child’s back. \

Then he pulls both of them away--their physical forms dissolving completely. They reappear in a dwelling in the depths of the astral realm. A calamity of voices greets them. A kind, older one overlaid by two energetic young ones.

“--you two shouldn’t go off without permiss--”

“Logey, Logey!” The two young voices say in unison, as a set of green and red blurs come dashing towards Logan’s direction. The green one looks human enough except for their bottom half made up of swishing, swirling tentacles. The red one sports shimmery see-through wings and insectoid eyes.

The child presses closer to Logan, his heart rate accelerating by a substantial amount. In response, Logan draws his limbs around to shield Virgil while holding one hand out in warning. He supposes new faces, especially inhuman ones, is frightening for the young child.

“Remus, Roman,” He says, breathing labored, “I ask we forgo the usual hug-tackle just this once.”

The saplings stop short, their faces flashing with confusion. One of them opens his mouth to protest, but a blue pair of hands with talon-like nails rest on each of their shoulders.

“Logan, what’s going on?” Patton asks, “shouldn’t you be slumbering still?”

Logan doesn’t answer him at first. He glances down, craning his neck towards Virgil. “Would you like to meet my friend?” He whispers lowly. Virgil tightens his grip on Logan’s robes but nods. Satisfied, Logan draws his limbs back, revealing the child to Patton and the saplings. Twin gasps erupt from Remus and Roman.

“This is Virgil.” Logan informs them, “Virgil, this is Patton and his sons--”

“I’m Remus and this is Stinky!” Remus says, thrusting his thumb towards his brother.

“No I’m NOT! My name’s Roman!” Roman shrieks, his indignation however is quickly forgotten as he holds out a hand towards Virgil, “Hey you want to play knights and dragons? You and I can be the knights!”

“No fair! I want him to be a dragon with me!” Remus stomps his foot. Roman glares back and it seemed like the two were on the verge of a wrestling match when a tentative voice speaks up.

“Can I...can I be a dragon knight?”

Remus and Roman stare at Virgil, who mostly hidden himself behind Logan at this point. Just a purple tuft of hair and eyes are visible.

“That’s...that’d be cool!” The twins say in unison. It’s times like then that Logan is reminded they were once one; Romulus. Once a highly respected river spirit until humans’ actions caused him to split and reform anew.

“Why don’t you three go along and play in the fort? Logan and I have some things to discuss.” Patton suggests, smiling brightly. Too bright. Logan withholds a shudder.

Remus and Roman don’t protest, too excited at the prospect of a new playmate. Roman extends a hand towards Virgil, who looks up at Logan in askance.

“Well, go on.” Logan raises an eyebrow, “it is alright.”

Virgil takes Roman’s hand and the three are gone in a blink of an eye. So has Patton’s smile.

“Logan--what have you done?”

“What do you mean?” Logan deflects, gritting his teeth. He extends a few limbs, looking for something to steady himself with. A warm pair of arms steady him, guiding him to a chair. Trust Patton to help even in the midst of being upset.

“Don’t. Not right now. Virgil--he is a part of you, I can sense it. But he isn’t--”

“The human village near my forest sent him as a sacrifice.”

Patton almost lets go of him, “You didn’t!”

“Of course not,” Logan rolls his eyes as he sits down in the chair with a grunt, “but I couldn’t send him back there or leave him completely alone to die. Humans can’t survive our realm, you know this. Integrating his soul as a part of me was the only option.”

“And the village?”

“I’ve taken care to make sure they get what they justifiably deserve.” Logan answers, closing his eyes as he shares a vision with Patton.

For a fleeting second, he sees flashes of the forest marching among the white visage of a raging blizzard. Flickers of drab buildings caught in gnarled branches being torn apart. A hundred voices screaming in terror.

He opens his eyes and sees Patton again. The air spirit regards him with raised eyebrows and a small frown tugging at his lips. Not quite approval, nor disapproval.

“You plan to look after Virgil, then?”

“No, of course not,” Logan says, “I thought that was rather obvious. You are good with saplings--I am not. Besides you are always saying how it’d be nice to have around a peer Roman’s and Remus’ age for their benefits.”

As to prove his point, several delighted laughter echoes from the children in the distance. Logan smirks, satisfied. He rises from his chair, desperate to return to his winter slumber, when Patton pushes him back into it. He is embarrassed that it was more of a gentle shove than anything else.

“Logan, you can’t just--you have a responsibility to Virgil! He is of you now, if you leave--it’ll be detrimental to both of you. Remember when Romul--when Remus and Roman first came into being, if separated it caused them--”

“This is different. I made sure to account for that,” Logan snaps, “Please Patton, could you at least watch over him until--”

Logan stops abruptly as a pain burrows into him. After centuries of existence, Logan has experienced pain, both great and minimal. But he was not prepared for this type of pain. The aching, spluttering kind. He could not breathe. It was like he was drowning and being burned alive at the same time. But it isn’t oxygen he needs. It’s something else. And every second he isn’t reunited with this something, the pain only continues to worsen.

“Dad! Dad!”

“Something’s wrong--”

“I didn’t hit him!”

“--hurt--”

Something is deposited onto his lap. A shaking, quivering Virgil. Who Logan had promised would be safe here. Not writhing in pain. Logan gathers his limbs around the child tightly. A low rumble like trees creaking in the wind emanates from Logan. A lullaby that forest spirits know well. A human might find it frightening. It does not frighten Virgil. He can feel the child relaxing in his hold, cries quietening. Virgil is not human anymore, after all. The pain ebbs away but still Logan’s focus remains on Virgil.

“Are you alright now?” Logan asks.

Virgil nods, hesitating. “I’m sorry.”

Logan’s many eyes blink in confusion. He looks over to Patton and the twins, who he’d almost forgotten. Patton’s lips are pressed firmly together in a signature “I told you so” move. He is missing his usual gleam in his eyes, however. His gaze darts between Logan and Virgil before landing solidly on Logan. It doesn’t take him long to decipher what that means.

“What do you have to be sorry for?” Logan asks Virgil.

“I did something bad--didn’t I? And you punished me so that’s why I--”

“No,” Logan cuts in, causing the child to jolt, “you did not do anything wrong. I should be apologizing to you. I inadvertently caused harm to you when I promised safety.”

“You mean it?” Virgil asks, his little eyes squinting up at Logan. There’s so much wariness and mistrust in those eyes. Too much for a child as young as Virgil.

“I do. I apologize for causing further harm to befall you. While it hadn’t been my intention, it still hurt you and so I take responsibility for it.” Logan tells him, bowing his head. It is a serious matter when spirits break a promise. He cannot blame the young sapling if he chooses to not to accept his apology. Especially after the hurt Virgil has already endured in his short lifespan.

Logan is as old as the forest. He has seen many things and knows twice that of things in the world. Still, nothing quite prepares him for Virgil’s response.

“Okay,” The child says, and then, “promise you won’t leave me?”

He raises his head to look at Virgil. Doubt still dances in those little eyes, but so does hope. Logan wants to laugh. What a stubborn, brave thing to have. He’s still willing to trust Logan even though he’d broken his promise not even a hour after making it. It’s illogical, foolish yet heartwarming all the same.

“As long as the forest stands tall, I will be with you.” Logan promises, a much more serious oath than the first.

Then a small smile graces Virgil’s face and oh! Oh, for all his infinite wisdom, Logan does not know how to raise a sapling. How could he, when he had no mother tree? No one to nurture and nourish him as a young, vulnerable sapling? But he knows Virgil already has him wrapped around his roots. That upon sensing the child at his tree, his fate at once had been sealed.

For once not knowing something does not agitate him. In fact, as he wraps a limb over the child in a loose embrace, he thinks he does not mind it.

#thomas sanders #sanders sides #virgil sanders #logan sanders #kat writes

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thorniest-rose · 3 years

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I don’t know why I wrote this today when I should be working on my other WIPs, but here’s a scene from my “divorced Lawrusso with kids” fic if I ever get round to writing it properly. Because I guess I didn’t get enough tragedy or angst from my last fic...

Daniel takes them out for lunch at a diner across town. He thinks it'll be nice, the kids always liked it here. Instead they sit in silence, a storm brewing between them.

He tries to draw them into conversation, but it's no use. Robby, so like Johnny when he's upset, stabs his fries into his ketchup, mouth pulled into a sullen knot. Across the table, Sam stirs her milkshake morosely, chin in her hand. Daniel wants to remind her not to put her elbows on the table, but he lets it slide.

He takes a sip of his coffee and says, "We haven't been here in awhile, have we? It hasn’t changed that much. I wonder if they still make that amazing key lime pie.”

"I liked it more when we came here with Dad," Sam replies, voice flat. "He used to get that huge cheeseburger and let me eat the pickles."

Robby's jaw clenches. "Shut up about Dad," he says.

That snaps Sam out of her stupor. She looks up from her milkshake, blue eyes blazing. "Why? So you can go on pretending he doesn't exist?"

Daniel sets his coffee down, quickly thinking of ways he can steer the conversation into safer territory. Sam and Robby didn't fight often, but when they did it had the potential to go nuclear, especially since Daniel had asked Johnny to move out.

"Let's not fight," he says. "We can enjoy lunch and then walk over to the mall, how about that? Maybe we can even go watch a movie.”

Sam and Robby continue to shoot daggers at each other.

"He's the one who pretends we don't exist," Robby says.

"That's not true!"

Robby squares his shoulders, leaning across the table. "Yes it is and you know it. Dad doesn't give a shit about us. If he did, he wouldn’t have bailed today.”

"Shut up," Sam says, voice rising to a pitch that has the family at the table next to them glancing over quizzically.

Daniel puts his hand on Robby’s forearm. It’s meant to be a gentle, diffusing touch, but it just makes Robby tense even more. That was another thing he had in common with Johnny. He hated feeling caged in.

Not that Daniel wasn’t angry himself. He was fucking livid. But he wasn’t going to let Johnny ruin their day more than he already had.

"Robby, stop it. Your dad loves you. He just has a lot going on right now. Something must have come up this morning, but he’ll make it up to you.”

"Yeah," Robby says, upper lip curling up cruelly as he stares at Sam. "I guess he's too busy being a fucking loser."

That's the trigger point. Daniel’s about to snap, to say that’s enough, but before he has the chance, Sam surges up, her chair skidding behind her with an ugly squeak.

"And what would you know!" she says, so loud half the diner halts and turns to look at them. "You never talk to him, you never even want to spend time with him! All you do is say horrible things to him. You both treat him like he’s garbage. And now he thinks we don't want to see him, but I do! I want to see him and I can't, because no one will let me! So why don’t you just shut up about him for once!”

She starts crying then, and it’s not the small, hiccupping tears Daniel heard from her room sometimes, but a sob that made her entire body tremble violently.

Daniel reaches out for her - to hold her, comfort her, he doesn't know what can make any of this better - but she jerks away, her face in her hands.

Robby doesn't say anything else. His mouth knots up again, and he turns to stare out the window, face pale.

A waitress makes her way over to ask if they’re okay. Daniel says yes, that they would be leaving soon. What else was there to say. How could he explain that the three of them had splintered. That since Johnny had left they were a ruin of a family, its debris forming around the empty shape he’d left behind. He can’t say that, so he doesn’t. Instead he puts an arm around Sam and wipes her face with a napkin, and the three of them finish their lunch in a still, bruised silence.

#ex-husbands lawrusso #my writing

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kyloxmoegi1993 · 3 years

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Loki Oneshot

Author's Note: wazzzzzzzzzzup??? So I am writing the second chapter of the Loki series I started it's a wip. I'm trying to write in between work, moving, and life in general so please be patient. Please enjoy instead this Oneshot that was on my mind. Enjoy!

***Start***

It had been months since being named the Goddess of Healing and Ailwyn learned new things everyday. She had learned many things from several people and walked among humans on midgard with Thor learning some of their ways, she learned the caution of hindsight from Heimdall, studied the teachings of Frigga's medicinal library. She was learning to answer prayers and how to aid her worshippers and had become exceedingly good at it. There was, however, one thing she couldn't learn. Or one person rather....a man... Loki.

Ailwyn had been rather fond of the god of mischief for as long as she could remember. Her feelings wavered for awhile when Loki overtook the throne after Thor had been banished, though she would admit seeing him rule did turn her on a bit. However, her love for him never died even if the flame dwindled ever so slightly. He was there at her ceremony and they even shared a dance together. One filled with unspoken tension and emotion. She had sworn she had seen curiosity sparkle in this spring green eyes of his. He hid it well though. VERY well.

"Where has the little butterfly gone?"

Her emerald eyes opened and she looked down to see she was indeed floating above her throne and looking down at the infamous Loki himself. Bringing herself down to the ground she cleared her throat.

"Loki. It's not often you wonder into the Goddesses Temple. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Unbeknownst to her his gaze followed her as she passed by him. He watched her loose but form fitting gown hug her form and accentuate the movement of her hips. His gaze moving up her noted how her dark chestnut colored hair fell in soft ringlets along her back, seeming to bring our the color of her creamy alabaster skin. She was absolutely gorgeous and worthy of the title of goddess. He had watched her grow from child to the breathtaking woman that stood before him. He had to keep his composure. Smoothing back his hair he chuckled and followed her through a garden she kept.

"I just happened to be this way and seeing as you are the newest goddess I'd check on you. See if there was anything I could provide for you or...educate you on."

This wording grabbed her attention and she glanced at him as she checked on a new plant hybrid between a pomegranate and a cherry. She called it a Pimrey. It was the size of a cherry but tasted like a combination of both cherry and pomegranate.

"Educate me? On things such as what? Manners? I think I could teach YOU that."

There it was. Her quick tounge he had come to adore. He lived for the small bangers they exchanged with one another. Not many people matched him in that realm.

"Careful butterfly...you wouldn't want to be ensnared by the spider's web would you?"

Ailwyn rolled her eyes and threw an apple at him that he caught one handed.

"You wouldn't be threatening me would you Loki? I'm sure your father raised you to know better than to threaten a goddess."

She watched him take a bite from the apple and she swallowed a bit too thickly when the apples juices rolled out the corners of his mouth. Absentmindedly she licked her lips but noticed his gaze lock onto the small movement. That's when she knew. He hadn't come here to "check on her", he had come to finally tell her how he felt in a way that only he knew how.

"Ah. I see...well, I mean no harm," wiping his mouth his gaze flicked back up to meet hers, "I shall leave you to your prayers butterfly."

Turning on his heel, he continued to eat the apple and panicking she reached out to him with magic halting and surprising him.

"Ailwyn.... release me butterfly."

She walked in front of him and took the apple flinging it across the room.

"I was enjoying that."

"What do you want Loki?"

The pair gazed at each other, heat seeming to intensify between the two. The games had to end. It had to be now or never.

"I told you why I came...unless you do need me I do need to return to the palace."

She stared him down for a moment longer then bowed her head releasing him and stepped back.

"Very well my lord."

Starting to walk off she pulled out her chapstick she had gotten from earth catching his attention once more as she placed it on her lips.

"What are you doing?"

She glanced at him confused before answering, "Putting on chapstick. I got it from Earth when I went with Thor last month."

Coming back to stand in front of her he watched, gaining a look of concern from her.

"What flavor is it?"

"Strawberry why?"

He studied her gaze and knew what to say now to gain her back.

"Could I have some?"

A giggle escaped her lips as she went to hand him the tiny capsule.

"Sure, kind of hard to-"

Before she could finish her sentence she was caught off guard by his lips crashing to hers in a hot feverent kiss. Backing up she let him pin her to the wall as the kiss deepened their tongues battled for dominance. Heat coiled inside her belly seeming to fan out in waves as his lips moved against hers.

Finally, he pulled back looking into her eyes and resting his forehead to hers panting. Leaning up slightly she pecked his lips over and over until he chuckled cupping her cheek with one hand.

"You...." Licking his lips he hummed in appreciation, "are a temptress..."

Pressing her body to his and surprised when he pulled her closer with his other hand she smiled.

"Took you long enough darling...I was beginning to think you'd never notice me."

Feigning shock he placed a hand on his chest as if she had wounded him.

"Not notice you? I think every man on Asgard has noticed how beautiful you've become and how disappointed they'll be to know that you're mine."

Pulling her closer she gasped feeling his hardness pressed against her lower belly. Her gaze flicked downwards before meeting his and she smirked.

"Hmm....I may need confirmation of what you just said. You are known to be quite the liar."

Growling, Loki pulled her close and in between kissing her neck roughly started as such.

"You. Are. Mine," Stopping at the base of her throat he placed gentler kisses, "any man stupid enough to cross you will deal with me."

Breathless she held onto him feeling intoxicated from his touch.

"Yes Loki...I'm yours..."

His tell tale smirk crossed his features as he swept her off her feet carrying her back through the city to the palace and to his chambers where he would ensure for the rest of their days she knew just how much he truly cared for her. His little butterfly.

*End?*

Author's Note:

Ooooooooo y'all did you feel the steamy chemistry? *Fans self* whooo. I hope you enjoy it and look no sex! I CAN write without being sexual 🤣 . Thank you all for the support and as I said before chapter two will be out soon. Please tell me if you want a continuance of this little Oneshot. I MAY be persuaded to do so. Who knows 🤔

Below I shall post pictures of the looks.

Ailwyn's Dress Loki's Outfit

#loki of asgard #loki #loki fanfic #loki x reader #oc #marvel #Thor #fanfic #fanfiction #fantasy #romance #his butterfly 🦋

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wheezykat · 3 years

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Tag game!

I was tagged by @nv-md @peachpety and the lovely @the-sinking-ship 💕 thanks babes, these were super fun to read! i love learning more about my friends!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

26! 1 is currently in anon and waiting to be revealed. :)

2. What is your total AO3 word count?

27,967. I like to write that short form! <3

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Just HP. My one true love.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

stitched and sewn, some love was made for the lights, only a fix, good gracious, you’re a heart attack, set myself on fire

not surprised about my wireless, but the other ones i’m like 🤷‍♀️ idk lol

5. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

YES! i love comments!!! warning - i am the slowest responder ever, though. it may be months, but i will get to it i promise. it’s important to me, because once i finally stopped lurking in fandom, when my first author replied to my first comment i was SHOOK. and so i always try to reply to people to let them know i appreciate their kind words!

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Ooo. I was actually trying to think of this the other day. Maybe we’ll find (you) hiding because it deals with Draco getting news that his father is terminal. Or, each/other, which is just an angst fest in general (that i may be continuing at some point).

7. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve ever written?

Nope! But I’m not opposed to it, necessarily. Just, hyperfixation. Lol.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not hate necessarily, but I got my first troll comment earlier this week. So that was fun.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do!! And it’s usually the kind of smut where I shove all the feelings in so you’re crying and horny at the same time. @moonstruckwytch says I have a propensity for writing sad blowjobs, which I cannot deny. Haha!

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don’t believe so! Don’t do this, people! So rude.

11. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have a Ginsy fic in the works with the amazing @nv-md and I am SO EXCITED. We just need to stop signing up for other commitments, lol.

12. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Drarry! I write mainly Drarry, though if you wanna know my favorite character, it’s Pansy hands down. Which is why I’ve started branching out into writing her! But I’m a big multi-shipper at heart and love lots of rarepairs (Jeddy, Perciver, Flintwood, Parkweasel, my beloved)

13. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

HP 😏 It was a Jily fic in 2004. I found it awhile back and basically died of shame. HAHA.

14. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Ahh, this is a hard one! I honestly think some of my favorites are WIPs that may or may not ever be finished. But, of my posted works (other than my wireless, which is the longest), I think my favorite is absolutely in the doldrums. I wrote it in the middle of the night on my phone and just. I love the ocean, guys. It’s healing. 😂

I’ll go ahead and tag @moonstruckwytch @apr1cots @mysticdreamerwrites @vukovich and @thesleepiesthufflepuff @avenueofesc ❤ no pressure, loves

#tag game #about the writer #fun fun fun

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