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Everything happens for a reason part 2 - Alexia putellas x pregnant!reader
Author note: Hey as requested this is part 2 to my alexia x reader pregnancy fic! Sorry if it’s not great but I’ve got ideas for further chapters that I’ll work on soon! Also please send ficlet requests if you’d like more consistent posts as they take significantly less time :)
Warnings⚠️: mentions of vomit, tiny bit of suggestive content, angst
Part 1- https://www.tumblr.com/apute11as/733631966220582912/everything-happens-for-a-reason-alexia-putellas
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As you strolled through security, your mind flickered back to the conversation you’d had with the mother in the plane. Unease overtook your body as you couldn’t help but wonder if she were right, but she couldn’t be, surely? Yes you and Alexia had been trying but you’d taken a test after the last round of IVF and that test read a strong negative.
Casting the thoughts out of your mind, you decided to shift your focus to the important upcoming tournament. Getting though baggage control was yet again, a thankfully unproblematic task and you’d found your driver with minimal effort. These were further signs that you’d simply been overthinking the spontaneous sickness from this morning which was mostly likely due to fatigue or anxiety.
Having had help from your driver with hauling your luggage into the back of the black car, you finally sat down in the back of vehicle and allowed yourself a breath of relief as the most difficult part of your journey had been achieved. This moment of peace finally allowed you to check your phone, where of course you were met with a text from Alexia that read:
“I hope you had a safe flight bebita, I left you a suprise in the top pocket of your bag, te quiero mucho amor ❤️xx”
Smiling down at your phone, you clicked her icon to reply with a simple
“just got in the cab, can’t wait to see it te quiero más bebé xx”
The journey from the airport to St George’s Park was relatively short and you’d surprisingly managed to occupy yourself well enough that not once did your mind shift to your impending potential pregnancy. Upon arrival, you thanked your driver, giving him a generous tip for his good service and further help in hauling your heavy bags from out of the car. Thinking, you had another moment of peace, you reached down to look at a message which was a short lived attempt as you felt yourself being almost plowed down by a body being thrown at you.
“HOLA CHICA” bellowed none other than Mary Earps, the English goalkeeper wrapping you into a tight hug.
“Hiya Mary” you sighed after getting over the initial shock of her entrance, recovering from the near dropping of your phone onto the concrete floor below.
“How’ve you been, we’ve missed you at home, how’s Spain treating you?” she exclaimed, bombarding you with questions.
“Let the girl breathe Mary” rung the voice of Millie bright, the defender taking a much more gentle approach to you welcome.
“hey Mill, I’ve missed you all so much it feels like ages since I’ve seen you all” you replied.
“Clearly you’ve found some superior company though” stated Leah Williamson who now entered the scene, greeting you with a hug.
“What are you talking about?” you questioned, confused.
“well if the marks on your neck are anything to go by then I’m sure you’ve been just fine with Putellas” Leah jeered teasingly.
“oh shit I totally forgot, it’s been such a hectic morning I didn’t even realise” you stuttered although thinking back, your wife would surely have noticed your failure to cover up the less than subtle marks that littered your neck. Although, knowing Alexia she would have watched you walk out with pride, knowing that everyone would know you were hers just by taking one look at you. Typical la Reina.
“don’t get all stressed now, some of us a just single and miserable” the Chelsea defender gestured to Leah.
“haha very funny bright” retorted the younger blonde, and with that the pair of defenders wandered off inside.
“you said this morning has been hectic but I thought travel was smooth?” questioned Mary with a furrowed brow.
“Yeah yeah travel was perfect, it’s just other things.” you said with your expression visibly faltered.
“If your ever need to talk babes I’m here, it’s nothing to do with Putellas is it? Because i swear if that woman hurt you…”
“No no” you insisted, cutting her off. “Alexia has been perfect, just got a lot on my mind right now.” You assured the older woman.
“Alright hun, just don’t hesitate to reach out” she said with a smile.
“Thanks Mary I appreciate that so much” you replied.
After a further wave of reintroductions and also a couple of greetings towards the new players, you found yourself in a room with Sarina, the team and the assistant coaches.
“Right as usual of course, your rooms are to be assigned” stated the coach
“Leah and Keira”
“Georgia and Ella”
the list went on in a typical fashion.
and “Y/N and Alessia”
You let a small smile slip at the revelation, knowing that the blonde forward was easy to talk to and respected your quiet time, something you felt as though you needed more than ever, given your current stresses.
You were presented with a key card each and then made your way upstairs, having to haul your several bags into the elevator, a task that left you unusually out of breath. A fact that didn’t go unnoticed by Alessia as you hunched over, clutching your stomach.
“Are you ok Y/N?” the younger girl questioned.
“yeah thanks, I’m ok. I think it’s just a little discomfort from travel.” you replied with a weak expression.
Finally, the two of you reached the comfort of your shared room and unlocked the door swiftly. You offered Alessia the window bed as you knew that she much preferred it and felt slightly claustrophobic otherwise.
You both began unpacking your vast array of bags and unloading stuff into the wardrobes, when your mind shifted back to the text your wife had sent you earlier. You reached for your carry on bag and unzipped the pocket, to be met with the sight of your favourite Spanish chocolates with a small note that read:
“Para mi princesa. Un regalo casi tan dulce como tú. Te amo mucho mi corazon.”
You smiled softly, your wife had always expressed her love so beautifully through words, the terms of endearment making you tear up slightly.
“What’s that?” Alessia asked with curiosity.
“Just something Alexia got me to remind me of her.” you replied, wiping your eyes simultaneously. “They’re spanish chocolates” you continue “she knows they’re my favourite from our local chocolatería.”
“that’s so sweet” the younger girl replied with a smile.
“Yes it really is” you said, beginning to open the sweet treats but before you got a chance to offer some to Alessia, the smell hit your nostrils. Normally that would elicit a mouth watering response but this time you felt your stomach lurch in discomfort, similarly to the way it did this morning. You the found yourself bounding to the bathroom to throw up the small sandwich you’d eaten on your flight.
“Oh my god Y/N” exclaimed Alessia, worry evident in her tone. “I knew you looked pale earlier, you are sick!” she said holding your hair back and grimacing as another round of nausea had you further emptying the contents of your stomach into the toilet bowel.
“Sorry Alessia you don’t have to stay for this.” you managed in between the dry heaving that had replaced your sickness.
“No god I don’t mind, should I go get a staff member though?” She questioned.
“No, no definitely not I think I know what it is it’s fine.” You assured her.
Though Alessia wasn’t convinced and made a mental note to ask you again after team bonding, which you insisted you were well enough to attend.
“I thought you said those were your favourite chocolates, why did they make you feel sick?” The blonde questioned curiously.
“I’m not sure maybe they’d gone off” you offered weakly.
The two of you finally made it downstairs to the team, albeit 10 minutes late as you changed and freshened up after your spell of sickness.
“Look what the cat dragged in” shouted Beth as she attempted to rugby tackle you to the floor but before she was successful, she was stopped forcefully by Alessia.
“Careful Beth she’s not feeling great” explained Alessia.
“It’s alright Less, I’m alright now” you assured the girl.
“Anyways now that you two have finally arrived, we can start the fifa play offs!” cheered Georgia
As the night progressed, your stomach settled but your anxiety levels only heightened as the reality of your situation truly began to settle in. You were shocked out of your thoughts by a soft hand on your shoulder, that belonged to your captain- Leah.
“Woah there jumpy” she said as you flinched at her touch. “I was just checking if you wanted a hot chocolate but is everything all right?” she questioned.
That did it, the tears that had been threatening to flow came free now. You ran off hurriedly to the bathroom, Leah watching in awe as to what had actually just happened.
“It’s alright I’ve got her.” Alessia assured a couple of the team members who had gathered at the commotion.
You were now balling your eyes out in the bathroom, as the thoughts of what the pregnancy would mean dawned upon you. Ordinarily when you’d planned the pregnancy, you wouldn’t be attending the World Cup, opting to sacrifice it for your wife who’d just come back from an injury and was 4 years older than you anyways. However, now here you were, ready to go to the tournament and were potentially pregnant. You heard the door swing open and were soon met with the concerned face of your roommate, knowing you now definitely had to share your concerns with her.
“What’s up Y/N, no “I’m fine” or any nonsense, you’re struggling with something let me help you.” said the blonde, sympathetically.
“I-I think I’m pregnant” you said for the first time out loud since you began questioning.
“That’s good surely? Wait you’d have to do ivf for that, unless it’s not Alexia’s baby oh my god, oh my god is it somebody else’s, that’d explain the tears…”
“No Alessia” you urged, cutting off her rambling. “It would be Alexia’s it’s just not quite gone to plan” you continued as Alessia stared at you with a confused face.
You the preceded to explain your conversation with the woman on the plane, the negative pregnancy test from earlier this month and yours and Alexia’s plans to start a family. Alessia listening intently and comforting you as you spoke.
“Maybe the best idea would be to get a test” Alessia stated “because for all you know you’re getting stressed over nothing.” She reasoned.
“Yeah yeah that’s true, I just didn’t have much time to get one between the airport.
“We can get one tomorrow at lunch, it’s late now anyways maybe you should call alexia and tell her what’s going on?”
“No no no I can’t call Alexia she can’t know” you urged.
“why not she might be able to help you see clearly” said Alessia
“No she’ll be on a flight over here to make sure I don’t play, I really want to play Alessia” you pleaded
“Ok then let’s tell the girls you don’t feel well so we’re going to bed early how’s that?” Asked the blonde
“Yeah that sounds good thank you Less it means so much that you care.” you thanked her
“Of course Y/N anytime” she smiled.
#woso#woso imagine#woso x reader#fcb femeni#espwnt#espwnt x reader#fcb femeni x reader#alexia putellas#alexia putellas x reader#woso fanfics
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It's cold, Navy! What will our florist do about it?
Keep you warm, of course, nonnie.
Snowfall
Pairing: Florist!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: You refuse to go outside on a cold day and Bucky is more than happy to keep you warm.
Word Count: Over 1k
Warnings: Sugary sweet fluff and love, kissing, established relationship, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?)
A/N: Small ficlet for our florist.❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
You refused to step outside today. Between the bitter cold and thick snow covering the sidewalks and streets, you were more than content to stay inside and remain warm under a mountain of blankets. The heavy gust of wind that pushed against your home told you that you made the right decision.
Thankfully, Bucky made it back safely from the shop before the snow really started to come down. Anyone else would've appeared frozen to their core after being out in that weather, but he merely flashed you a smile after he shook out his long hair and stomped his boots off by the door. He even managed to keep a flower tucked carefully in his coat for you.
Always thinking of me.
“You know, there’s more than enough snow out there to make a snowman,” he said an hour later as he finished stringing up a set of holiday lights around the living room window, taking a step back to admire his handiwork once he turned them on. “Could be fun.”
You smiled as you set two mugs of hot cocoa on the coffee table. “I mean, we could do that,” you said, wrinkling your nose as he looked at you over his shoulder. “But I think I'd rather stay inside.”
He smiled as he turned to face you with his hands on his hips. Instead of his usual t-shirts or Henleys, he adorned a cozy sweater that made his eyes pop more than usual. Gazing into them was like viewing your own personal winter.
“Why? Too cold out there for your taste?”
You fought a shiver, your body temperature dropping from the mere thought of the outside air touching your skin. “Way too cold.”
“Aww, come on,” he said before he asked in a singsong tone, “Do you wanna build a snowman?”
You giggled at his cuteness, but shook your head. “Nope. I’ll freeze,” you said, lifting your chin as he raised an eyebrow. “I’m not going out there and you can't make me.”
The moment the words left your mouth, guilt crept in. What if Bucky really did want to go outside and make a snowman with you? When was the last time you did that? The two of you hadn't done much for the holidays yet, but you wanted to make the season special and not act like a Grinch.
He deserved better than that.
“What if I ask nicely?” He questioned, his eyes locked with yours as he stuck his lower lip out.
You faltered under his loving gaze and pout. He made you weak. You could admit that to yourself. “Okay, okay. We can go outside,” you relented.
“Really?” He smiled as he gestured behind him. “You’ll go out there?”
“I really will. Because it's you, Bucky,” you replied. If he wanted to go out there, you’d tough it out for him and bury yourself underself the blankets after. “But I'm warning you. I’ll turn into a popsicle if I do and you’ll have to carry me inside. And I demand all the cuddles after.”
“I’ll give as many cuddles as you need,” he promised, his easy smile shifting to a playful smirk, which was enough to make your heart pound against your ribcage. “And I don't mind giving you a few licks to make you melt, Petal.”
“Bucky,” you breathed when he took a step toward you.
Instead of moving closer like you expected, he walked toward your soft, oversized chair. He effortlessly moved it from its usual spot and turned it toward the window before he took a seat. “Come here,” he urged, patting his left thigh twice.
You fought a smile as you went to join him. He reached for your hand once you were close enough and pulled you unceremoniously into his lap, chuckling when you let out a sound of surprise. He wrapped a blanket around your shoulders once you settled into a comfortable position, allowing you to relax completely against him.
“I thought we were going outside,” you said, though you made no effort to move from your spot. Not when he was so firm and warm and smelled like heaven.
“We don't have to do that. I was just teasing,” he assured you, his scruff brushing against your cheek as you sighed and snuggled into him more. He could've said that to make you feel better, but you knew he’d never lie to you. “Why don’t we just enjoy the view instead?”
Your heart filled with unexpected joy as you looked out the window. You couldn't recall the last time you appreciated the allure of winter. Nature didn't need any sort of decoration, but the surrounding lights gave a colorful glow to the glittering snow that fell outside. It was like a silent dance, reminding you that there was beauty all around you.
Being in Bucky’s arms made it all the more special.
“Wow,” you whispered.
Unbeknownst to you, Bucky didn't glance at the view. He focused solely on you with a gentle and content gaze, both in awe of your beauty and how he was the lucky man who got to hold you like this. Coming home to you after a long, cold day was the best gift he could ask for.
“Maybe tomorrow we can build a snowman,” you offered after a few minutes, tilting your head to smile at him. Heat flowed to your cheeks when you realized he was staring at you. “If you want.”
“Or we can stay in bed,” he whispered, placing his hand against your cheek in a gentle caress. “Keep each other warm.”
You let out a soft gasp before he pressed his lips against yours. The two of you stayed locked together as the snow continued to fall outside, his mouth leisurely moving against yours. Slow and tender, he practically made love to your mouth.
As soft as the snowfall.
“Love you, Bucky,” you breathed.
“Love you, too, Petal.”
And it was his love and passion that would always keep you warm.
He can keep me warm all night. Love and thanks for reading. 💙
Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi
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i don’t have a specific prompt, but maybe something with malleus being soft for sebek, perhaps post-book 7? thanks in advance! i love ur writing!
[✐] ficlet frenzy
(thank you for your kind words! ;v; i'm always surprised and happy that people enjoy my writing so much)
Malleus knows better than to complain after everything he’s done, especially when said complaints concern such mundane yet essential duties. There is plenty of work to be completed with handling the aftermath of his overblot, especially considering the absolute scale of it all — a monstrously massive dome of thorns that slowly, ever so slowly, began to envelop the entire world. Had it not been for a handful of heroes — the Shrouds, for one, but also Malleus’ loved ones: Lilia, Sebek, and Silver, along with the child of man and their direbeast — he would have undoubtedly succeeded.
Damage control is essential in these critical moments after his overblot. Plenty of magic and technology, though Malleus lacks a complete understanding of how the latter works, are being employed to clean up his mess. Malleus himself, though, is busy with meeting after meeting, day after day. Of conferring with the headmage, discussing matters with the Shrouds, and, perhaps most embarrassingly enough, needing to be lectured over and over again by his grandmother, who travelled personally from the valley.
He is still allowed to stay in Diasomnia throughout all this, though that is more because of convenience than anything else. It doesn’t mean much when all the students give him an even wider berth than before, his loneliness taken to a new extreme. Sure, Lilia has changed his mind and will now stay with him, and Malleus is still close to him, Silver, and Sebek, but…
The guilt eats at him nonetheless.
Regardless, there is little they can do on the side of diplomacy, save for giving their testimonies and standing up for him, an action that Malleus deems more merciful than anything else. Malleus is largely alone for most of these days as he wrangles this mess with everyone else, while the others return to their regular schedule of classes and studies as though a world-shattering incident had not just occurred.
So it comes as a surprise to him when he returns especially late one night, entering the dorm in the wee hours of the morning at a time when even Lilia wouldn’t be awake, and sees Sebek fast asleep on the couch.
Malleus can only stare for a while, blinking in utter surprise. Sebek is one who is typically early to bed and early to rise; had he passed out here somehow? It doesn’t occur to him until he gives it some thought that perhaps Sebek had only fallen asleep here because he’d been waiting for him — and it is with that realisation that something clicks, memories of seeing Sebek on this couch night after night whenever he comes back, sitting with the other two, rising to the front of his mind.
“Your neck is going to hurt, sleeping in such a position,” Malleus murmurs, leaning over Sebek and taking in the peaceful expression of his face, the light snore that escapes his parted lips. He doesn’t even think about it before he summons a spell; green sparks fly around them as, in the blink of an eye, they are whisked to Sebek’s room, filled with the snores of his fellow roommates who, thankfully, do not stir at Malleus’ intrusion.
Gently, he lowers Sebek on the bed with the help of his magic. The mattress dips under his weight, and Malleus busies himself with fluffing up the pillows (to prevent any stiff muscles in Sebek’s neck), and straightening out the blanket, snapping it wide open in the air with the flick of his wrist before draping it over the sleeping Sebek. He steps back, surveying his work for a moment, a swell of warmth blooming in his chest.
This is good.
He reaches out with a hand, hesitating before stroking his fingers through those tousled, green locks. “Rest well, Sebek,” Malleus whispers, his voice hushed. Sparks dance around his fingertips, and the sleeping boy’s face smooths out into utter bliss; “May you have the sweetest dreams.”
After all, it is only what Sebek deserves, after everything he has gone through to save Malleus from himself.
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Request 💗
I cannot get this yoongi out of my head 👀 can you write something spicyy based on what you think? Its giving husband yoon vibes i think hehe thanks 😘
AHHH TYTYTY HUSBAND YOONGI FOR YOU!!!
Still suck at writing smut so enjoy? 😬 but it also turned into a ficlet?
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Office Hours: Yoongi x reader office sex
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Yoongi had been away for weeks. And that meant no sex. Which for you, meant struggling to get yourself off properly. He was in control of your orgasms at this point even if you did have a fairly vanilla sex life. His touch was enough to drive you up a wall with horniness and yet he wasn’t there.
Thankfully, he was on a flight back from his business trip to Thailand. And his return meant mind blowing sex and finally an orgasm. So you sat and watched Netflix as you waited, hours passed quickly and soon it was 8. Yoongi would be home soon.
Jumping from the couch, you bounded to the door to wait for it to open and there he would be. Your wonderful husband. But as you stood and waited for his return, you realized you didn’t hear his car. Not even a Honda Civic engine that signified the taxi.
Sadness filled your being as you bitch-slapped the wall, the ache in your hand going ignored as you grabbed your keys and slipped on some shoes. Jogging to your car, you nearly yelled in frustration as the engine stalled momentarily before it kicked up and you were off.
His office was 35 minutes away. Anytime he didn’t show up for dinner or a date night, his office was where he was. And you doubted tonight would be any different. Standing outside his office 40 minutes later, you proved yourself right. His secretary had warned you against going in unannounced, but you had bigger problems than disrupting paperwork that could’ve waited until the morning.
Swinging open the door with an angry call of his name, your eyes scanned the office in search of your husband, his assistant rushing in behind you in a sad attempt to stop you from disrupting the conversation you already had. Yoongi’s head snapped away from the window the moment you called his name, his eyes widening as he took in your appearance after weeks of not seeing you. You disregard his almost melancholy gaze, shoes clacking on the floor with the force of your steps.
The clear anger in your eyes as you approached made him drop the phone, his hands reaching out to calm you automatically. You slapped his hands out of the way, your open palm swinging for his face next as he watched your eyes narrow. Head swinging to the side and jaw clenching as he made eye contact with his secretary, he growled at her to leave, her heels clicking frantically as she slams the door in her wake.
His large hands grip yours as you stare him down, his plush lips set in a thin line as he observed your anger.
“Hello, lo-“
“No. You don’t get to pet-name me, Min Yoongi!”
“And what gives you the right to slap me, Min Y/N?”
“You. You asshole! Is work really more important than coming home to your WIFE AFTER 9 WEEKS OF BEING AWAY?!”
Your anger was palpable and he sighs. His hands rub over his thighs once before he stands, your eyes meeting as his face softens.
“I understand you’re upset-“
“Fuck you.”
“I should’ve come home right away. I’m sorry, love.”
“Fucking right you should have! How dare you?! Heading straight back to the fucking OFFICE before your WIFE?!”
He sighs and itches his forehead, his glasses slipping down his nose slightly as he closes the distance between you.
“Let me make it up to you.”, his lips brush your ear as you close your eyes with a sharp exhale.
“Fine. If you must.”, you try to play it cool, the blush on your cheeks giving you away as you nod along with your words.
His smile is adorable as he registers your consent, his hands gripping the back of your head gently as he pulls you into a gentle kiss. His lips part yours slowly as you inhale… him. Your tongue sneaks out to brush against his, the kiss deepening slowly as you rip his shirt open. Buttons clang against his desk as you run your hands down his chest, his tie draping over them until you reach his stomach.
His hands stop yours as you break away from the kiss to catch your breath.
“We shouldn’t be doing this in my office, doll.”
“Shut up and fuck me.”
His eyes darkened, his hands seeming more veiny as he swiftly undid his tie, his lips curving in a smirk as he tugged open your jaw to place it between your teeth, tying it behind your head. You watched him carefully now, this side of him not one you were aware of and based on his reaction to his own action, he didn’t know about it either.
He guided you backwards with steady hands, your legs meeting the edge of the leather couch he had in his office, his sharp eyes watching you through lenses as you fell back onto the couch. The poof of the air leaving the leather filled the silence alongside your heavy breathing, his hands removing your pants in a rush as you undid his. The both of you exposed, your eyes traced his body as he did the same.
Your observation ended quickly as he pushed you to lay down, his cock standing tall as he hovered over your figure, his soft lips taking over yours as he slid into you slowly. A groan slipped from his throat as he slid in easily, preparation be damned. You moaned in a muffled response, hips thrusting up into his impatiently as you lowkey choked on the tie through the half-proper kiss. His thrusts picked up moments later as he gathered himself enough to thrust into your properly, his minty breath fanning over your lips in harsh pants as he slammed into you.
Your moans picked up in volume, the reason for the makeshift gag clicking somewhere in your brain past the feeling of his cock filling you so well. Your eyes rolled back as he got more aggressive, the sounds of your coupling echoing in your head and the office as you both approached your highs.
“Cum for me, my pretty little wife.”, his lips encased your bottom one momentarily, “Do it.”
His words ended in a growl as he felt you clenching around him. Your eyes watered slightly as your orgasm barrelled towards you faster than you thought, the weeks of no orgasm catching up in a split second as your legs tensed. Yoongi watched your expression carefully, your tightening core sending him closer to his own high as you squirted around him. The force of your orgasm nearly pushing him from your body, he spills into your aching core.
Your moans die out together as you catch your breaths, your legs shaking slightly as you recover from your intense orgasm.
“Have you done that before? I think that’s a new reaction, love.”
His cocky tone hit you like you hit him, your eyes widening as you tried to sit up to look at the mess you undoubtedly made. Yoongi removed his tie from your mouth with a smile, his eyes trained on the small puddle of your juices that had collected beneath you. You let out a groan, covering your face with your hands as you tried to get the earth to swallow you whole.
“Hey. Hey. Don’t hide from me, love, that was hot as fuck.”, his tone was light as he pressed kisses to your hands.
You gave up hiding with a sigh, moving your hands from your face to look at him closely. He did look turned on and impressed by that. His glasses were even slightly foggy from his increase in temperature. After another sigh, you nodded. You could accept it was hot for him.
Kissing him gently, you ran your hands through his hair, his hands fixing your own mess of hair until a cough cut through it all like a knife.
“Sorry to interrupt, Mr. and Mrs. Min but we’re going to need this agreement decided on soon.”
“Fuck.”
You both laughed at the disturbed tone Mr. Lee held over the phone, your eyes closing in exhaustion as Yoongi righted his clothes and sat back at his desk, settling the agreement within a few hours. Maybe you would have to interrupt him more if that was the outcome.
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Asheera/Shadowheart B6. There's a disturbing lack of Asheerheart!
Aww, anon. Don't worry, I've got at least one more of the gals in the ole inbox after yours. Thank you for requesting this one 💜
You can send a prompt from this list + a ship or platonic pair, and I'll write a ficlet!
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B6. After being separated from the party, Character A carries a wounded Character B to safety
(w/ Act One pre-relationship fun!)
Pain.
Pain splintered up Shadowheart's legs as her eyes flickered open, but she knew better than to cry out. She'd spent too long training in breaking others to let herself be heard like that. Even so, the stabbing agony lanced up one leg and terminated at her hip with nauseating pulses that thudded and hammered and crushed most of her other thoughts.
The only thing that slipped through the pain was the realization that she was moving.
Her vision blurred from wincing and screwing her eyes shut, but she felt as if she were weightless. As if the Dark Lady herself whisked her from the battle with ettercaps and spiders deep under that well.
She smiled and let herself be carried by what was assuredly the Lady of Loss herself come to guide her back to Baldur's Gate.
"Smiling? That's good," whispered a brusque, panting voice.
Shadowheart tried to make out the details of whoever it was that carried her through the haze of bleary-eyed darkvision. A long, black fishtail braid slung over one armored shoulder stood out against it all. A pair of tusks shifted with each of the figure's breaths.
"Asheera?" Shadowheart muttered. Even speaking hurt. "What's happening?"
"Phase spider. Then you fell."
"My magic—"
"You were already worn out before the fight. You're in no condition to do anything like that."
Shadowheart focused her eyes and saw that numerous cuts and bruises pocked Asheera's face. Blood ran freely.
And that's when Shadowheart realized that Asheera was the one carrying her. Her legs were hooked over one arm under her knees, her neck nestled in the crook of Asheera's elbow. Carried as if she weighed nothing at all. Carried effortlessly and with no sound of complaint from the half-orc paladin whose very existence should have infuriated Shadowheart.
Promises of helping others for no reward.
Offers to protect those refugees that Shadowheart watched with curiosity and nothing more. Nothing more.
Yet she ascended a rugged hike of webbed, rocky pathways in the deep darkness without a word, all while carrying Shadowheart. It was an oddly comfortable position. She rested her head on Asheera's strong arm as if it were the softest pillow in all of Faerûn. Sleep almost took her in that moment of unexpected ease.
Asheera readjusted Shadowheart, gently shifting her arm under Shadowheart's knees.
"Keep still. Don't move, I couldn't heal this if I wanted. There. Comfortable? I didn't hurt you, did I?" asked Asheera, her voice heavy with something that Shadowheart didn't recognize until they reached the surface.
"You didn't hurt me," said Shadowheart softly.
"Good." Asheera sighed. "Good."
As the sun warmed her skin again, Shadowheart realized that it was something real in the way she spoke. A genuine worry. The recognition burned a neat little heat in Shadowheart's chest that warmed her neck and, thankfully, never reached her face. It was, of course, nothing more than the sudden warmth of the sun on her that had done that.
Nothing else.
Certainly not that tender question whose suspicious sympathy triggered the stab of pain in the back of Shadowheart's hand. A simple question that did not leave her mind for some time.
In Asheera's words lay no duplicity. No false promises, only genuine concern.
#bg3 fanfiction#shadowheart#shadowtav#shadowheart x tav#oc: asheera#my fic#anotheropti prompt fics#listen I know what my people want when they ask for something like this#you don't even have to specify which is character A and which is character B... I think we all knew where this was going
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20 questions for fic writers
I was tagged by @raina-at @discordantwords and @totallysilvergirl, thank you!
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
20
2. What's your total A03 word count?
57, 682. Not a lot for 20 works, but 10 of them are 221b ficlets. I only have one fic over 10k (it's just over 11.3k).
3. What fandoms do you write for?
BBC Sherlock
4. What are your top five fics by kudos?
Never Trust to General Impressions
Abditory
Feel My Heart Banging Like a Gun
Out of Every Nowhere
Forth They Went Together
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Yes, I do. I'm so thrilled to get them and appreciate it when someone takes the time to leave a comment. It makes me giddy, it does!
6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
I like to end on a happy, or at least hopeful, note but occasionally angst comes out on top. I think it's probably a tie between these two: Paperweight, which is Sherlock's POV when Molly gives him John's letter at the end of TST; and With Regrets, which is John's POV as he says goodbye to Sherlock in the hospital after the beating in TLD.
Both are 221b ficlets, so at least it's a sharp punch of angst and not an extended bout? Not kidding about that punch, though (sorry not sorry).
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
This is a tough one, but I think these are probably the happiest:
bitter, sweet
Feel My Heart Banging Like a Gun
Abditory
8. Do you get hate on fics?
No, thankfully. Hopefully that continues.
9. Do you write smut?
I love me some good smut, but I don't write it (yet). Certain bits in Feel My Heart Banging Like a Gun and Steady as They Go are the closest I've come so far, but they're not smutty.
10. Do you write crossovers?
No. I don't. One of my WIPs is a Stand By Me/The Body (Stephen King) fusion, but I'm not interested in writing any crossovers right now.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I'm aware of.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Yes, which amazes me! Two have been translated into Russian.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
@splix71 and I began to plot out a Sherlock bounty hunter AU I had initially come up with back in 2019. We had so much fun coming up with names and theories and plot points, so much fun. Unfortunately, she had to step back due to health reasons (FUCK CANCER) and afterwards I couldn't bring myself to go back to it. I doubt I ever will, as clever as I think some of the things we came up with were. I don't know that there is a place anymore for Baker Street Bonds, Yarders Bail Service, or Reichenbach Bail, but I will always treasure the time we spent on it together (that she, a most amazing writer, wanted to write something with me, still blows my mind).
14. What's your all-time favourite ship?
Mulder/Scully and Sherlock/John.
15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
I have a Sherlock/John hunt the Bogeyman fic I've been poking at for YEARS. I love a lot of what I've written, but I wrote myself into a corner and haven't quite figured out how to get out. At this point I despair of ever finishing it, but never say never.
16. What are your writing strengths?
221b ficlets. I think I've done well with these in conveying lots of emotion in little moments.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Clever case fic and complicated plots. I can also get a bit wordy in my beginnings sometimes (ironic, considering my ability to write a strong 221b ficlet) and need a gentle nudge to cut to the action.
Also, if I'm going to be brutally honest, I tend to walk away too quickly when I get stuck and don't make myself work out the problem right then. Hence my many languishing WIPs.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
I've not done it yet and don't see it happening down the road either.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
For published fic, BBC Sherlock. There might be some self-insert stories with River Phoenix in my very distant past.
20. Favourite fic you've ever written?
Ooof, this is a hard one because every finished fic is a victory for me. That said, I'll always have a soft spot for Abditory. I had been in love with Sherlock since 2011 and devoured fic at an unholy rate, but was never dared write my own until 2017, after the last series. Better late than never, right? I also really loved writing Never Trust to General Impressions, with its slice-of-life looks at Sherlock and John's evolving relationship in relation to canon (with a not-so-canon twist on TRF). Funnily enough, both are 5+1 fics.
This was fun! I have loved reading all of these from everyone too. I'm going to be That Person and tag everyone who wants to do this but hasn't been tagged yet. Please do share!
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20 Questions for Fic Writers
@sallysavestheday and @grey-gazania, thank you so much for tagging me! This seems like fun.
1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 55 non-anon works under the username HewerOfCaves. (122, counting anon fics and my previous usernames).
2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 168.204, but if I count my previous lives on Ao3, probably around 400.000
3. What fandoms do you write for? Silmarillion. I'm an one fandom kind of writer.
4. What are your top five fics by kudos?
Idea Dump - 20-chapter collection of random ficlets and drabbles
For the World's End - My very first fic in the fandom! Post-canon Maedhros angst
We Live a Lie - A slightly disturbing ficlet about Fëanor in Arda Unmarred
A King Uncrowned (A King Enthroned) - Maedhros and Fingolfin on the day of Fingolfin's coronation
Ages of Secrets - Russingon and the people who knew their secret through the ages. Tbh, I'm still baffled that this is among my more popular fics.
5. Do you respond to comments?
Yes! I can't rest easy until I've responded to all my comments.
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Heh, I thrive on angst, so this is a very hard question. I can't choose just one. It's a tie between Monomachy (Maedhros and Fingon cross paths during the Third Kinslaying), Happy Ending (Maedhros daydreaming, it's just... bleak) and Alone in the Unknown (Maglor reaches his breaking point, Maedhros reached his a long time ago; this entire series is angsty, but this part is the angstiest of all).
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I went looking and was surprised to discover that I've written fewer happy endings than I thought :D But I still have some!
Peculiar Spiritual Connection - QP Russingon and their happy, carefree post-canon ending with just a smidgen of angst.
Greetings Without Farewells - Teenage Maedhros and Maglor, kid Celegorm and Fingon are happy in the bliss of Valinor.
What's in a Name - Debatable because the protagonist, Turgon, is decidedly not happy, but everyone else is, so...
8. Do you get hate on fics? Hasn't happened yet, thankfully. I hope it never will.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I actually started writing smut and am actively trying not to be embarrassed about it. As to what kind... What kinds are there? :D So far, I've written two kinds - wouldn't this be fucked up and wouldn't this be hot. Here's what I have:
Proxy - Maedhros/Fingon, unrequited Maedhros/Maglor. Wouldn't this be fucked up kind of fic. All characters are definitely fucked up.
The Hunters - Maedhros/Aredhel and they are both women. Wouldn't this be hot kind of fic. It would.
Kaleidoscope - Fingon/Sons of Feanor, M-rated but still fucked up.
Purification - Maedhros/Thingol. Actually, I think this is both wouldn't it be fucked up and wouldn't it be hot.
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? My only attempt at writing a crossover crashed and burned. It was supposed to be SPN/Silm :/
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? I hope not! I'm not aware of it at least.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes! Very nice people have translated some of my fics into Chinese and Russian.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Once, in a different fandom. It was a reincarnation AU, and me and the other author took turns writing each life of the characters. It was very fun.
14. What’s your all time favorite ship? It's Russingon. No contest. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Every WIP is a WIP I want to finish but doubt I ever will. If seriously, it's probably my Maedhros on the Thangorodrim fic. I started it about five years ago and haven't finished it yet. And it's not a long fic! If I finish it, it'll be 5k at most, I think. I don't know, I'm just over Maedhros suffering. I want him to be happy. That's a lie, but I just can't deal with the whole Thangorodim torture.
16. What are your writing strengths? Dialogue. Twist endings. Breaking people's hearts.
17. What are your writing weaknesses? Descriptions. Beautiful comparisons and metaphors. Also, I have a very narrow focus, meaning that there is only one fandom, one ship and very few characters I write for. I rarely diversify.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic. Not a fan. A few words are fine, but entire lines are too much for me.
19. First fandom you wrote for? I shan't say.
20. Favourite fic you’ve written? It changes all the time. Right now, I'm fond of To Evil End. Fingon lives, but will it change everything for the better? The answer may surprise you but probably won't.
Tagging @eccentricmya, @runawaymun, @echo-bleu, @searchingforserendipity25, @undercat-overdog
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November '23 SteveTony Fics Recap
This month was really rough. Not all the way through! There was just an undertone of rough over the whole affair with a few days verging into holy-fuck-this-is-rough territory. But! We still ball.
While I technically managed to write five fics this month, they're all 3k> each so I don't know if I'm too happy with the turnout. Total word count comes to only 10,521 words. Yeah :( Really not too happy about that buuuut it's alright! It's over now.
Now bring it back ➡️
"Got So Much Honey, the Bees Envy Me" | 1,891 words | G | 4 Nov
Tony takes a hit in a battle, and comes out of his surgery a little confused. Thankfully, his husband, Steve, is there to talk him through it.
First time I've gone back to it and I saw it's got 165 kudos! Wow! For a fic I really didn't give much thought and was intended to just, as I put in my author's note, "shake my hands loose", that's crazy! How lucky am I, ay?
"Just About Starving Tonight" | 3,080 words | M | 14 Nov
Tony is just trying to get through an evening of courting and dancing when Steve, the new Alpha in town, approaches him for a dance. Tony tries to turn him down, thinking the Alpha’s mistaken him for an Omega, but is taken aback when Steve assures him that Tony’s exactly who we wants to dance with.
(A.K.A. a non-traditional A/B/O meet-cute.)
First foray into A/B/O since the series I did way back when, and I enjoyed it! Maybe I should write more.
"The More Things Seem to Change" | 2,123 words | T | 16 Nov
The prince comes to their base in the twilight hours of the night, asking to talk to Steve. Bucky already knows where this is going to lead.
(A.K.A. Medieval-cyberpunk fusion AU where Tony is a prince, Steve is a gang leader, and they used to date.)
Stony Bingo 2023 Round 2: "Historical"
"The More They Stay the Same" | 1,088 words | G | 21 Nov
Bucky was meant to take Tony back to the station twenty-five minutes back.
(A.K.A. Medieval-cyberpunk fusion AU where Tony is a prince, Steve is a gang leader, and they're dating.)
These two drabbles came as a brainworm that just wouldn't leave me alone. Had I the time and energy this month, I could've churned out a 20k> fic but as it is, I think I've scratched the itch with these two ficlets.
"Hyperballad" | 2,339 words | T | 29 Nov
Steve's going through something. Tony tries to talk to him about it.
(A.K.A. Established relationship, Depressed!Steve Rogers, Recovering Alcoholic!Tony Stark, and a decent amount of emotional hurt/comfort)
Very special one to me because it's got the shortest title of any fic I've written so far :D
Do check out the fics if you haven't yet had a chance to! I'm sorry that it's maybe not up to my usual 'standard' as far as complexity and duration of plot, characterisation or even just length. It's just not been a very good month for writing, unfortunately. I hope to have one or two decent fics out in December at the least! We'll see. Thank you for being here in the meantime!
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ficlet in reference to this old post of mine regarding Izzy being an absoutely feral iPad kid
It’s late when Ed is disturbed by a heavy thump from down the hall.
It had been an early morning and a late night - they’d promised to take Izzy to the farmers markets (which he’d barely enjoyed after slipping about 15 minutes after they arrived) and then had a long work event for Stede’s work (Izzy was old enough to decide he wanted to stay home alone without a babysitter, on the condition he called them the second he felt any smaller).
Suffice to say, Ed is fucking tired.
He rolls over onto his pillow, eyes finally slipping shut, and then the door goes.
He can hear Stede puttering about with the broken dishwasher downstairs, so he knows it isn’t him, but Izzy was sent to bed an hour ago so the chance of him having had a nightmare was a lot higher.
With a barely concealed groan he rolls over, swiping at his eyes. “You okay, baby?”
When he finally gets a good look at him, Ed’s stomach drops. Izzy is pale, skin awash with a gaunt white colour and his eyes stretched wide open. His hair is mussed and sticking up in all directions. His knees and hands are trembling and his chest is rising and falling at such an impressive rate that Ed is surprised he hasn’t passed out yet.
“Izzy,” He murmurs, tossing off the duvet and stepping out into the cool bedroom air. “What’s wrong?”
Ed knows Izzy gets nightmares. Things haven't always been… great. Ed gets them often enough, but that stress and fear is always lessened by tucking himself into Stede’s side. Izzy's are less frequent, but he knows they’re far worse than any of Ed’s.
It’s only been a few months since Izzy moved in full time, but even Ed knows he should've had a nightmare by now, so why wasn't he coming around?
Izzy doesn't move when addressed. His hands are bound tight in the thin fabric of his onesie, but that doesn't stop them from trembling like mad. He swallows thickly, eyes darting around the room at incredible speed.
“Hey, baby,” Ed coos as he takes cool and calm steps towards Izzy. “Wanna tell me what happened?”
Izzy shakes his head. His lip is being bit so hard that Ed worries it might just begin to bleed.
“Can I touch you?” When Izzy nods, Ed sets his hands on his shoulders and slides them down until Izzy’s hands are stopped from trembled in his grasp. “Did you have a nightmare?” He asks softly.
Izzy shakes his head again.
Ed frowns. That’s unusual. Izzy doesn’t freak out over nothing.
“What’s got you so scared, little swallow?”
Izzy, when grown, is very hard to get any sort of reaction out of. He has an impeccable poker face, and knows all of his own tells well enough to keep them hidden. Tiny Izzy? Not so much.
The way Izzy’s eyes flit to the ground is practically an admission of guilt in itself. Ed sighs.
“Did you do something?”
Izzy hesitates, then shakes his head. He seems to consider it again before he nods rapidly instead.
“You did?” Izzy nods faster. “What did you do?”
Izzy’s watery eyes look up to meet his own and Ed frowns.
“Did you break something?”
Izzy shakes his head - inwardly, Ed is relieved. He doesn’t feel like sweeping up the remains of another light fitting when he’s this tired.
“Did you hurt yourself?” Thankfully, Izzy shakes his head again.
Ed sighs. “Can you tell me what you’ve done?”
Izzy shakes his head like Ed’s suggested something appalling. “Angry.” He whispers, barely opening his lips.
Ed holds back a deep groan. “I won’t be angry, I promise.” Izzy’s eyes are shiny with tears and an innate sense of distrust. “I just need to know what happened, okay? Because it’s my job to take care of you.”
“Don’t hit.” Izzy’s eyes are large and shiny, his lip wobbling and his nose already running.
“Oh, oh, baby, I will never hit you. You know that. My job is to look after you, and if I hurt you then I’m not taking care of you, am I?”
Izzy hiccups as a new wave of tears tumble down his cheeks, and Ed coos softly, pulling Izzy into his arms.
Ed knows Izzy well, probably better than anyone else they’ve ever met. If someone were to ask him the rule Izzy breaks most often (and seems to enjoy doing it), it would be Tablet Time. Ed rolls his eyes. He knows for a fact that neither he or Stede had checked that the iPad in its hot pink shatterproof case had been put back in it’s charging dock, and neither had set a lock on it to prevent Izzy using it for the several hours they were out.
“Does this have something to do with your iPad?” Izzy stays carefully still in his arms, neither nodding nor shaking his head. That’s enough of an answer of Ed.
“Did you watch something scary?” Izzy nods meekly into his shirt. “Why would you watch something scary right before bed, birdy?”
Izzy shakes his head. “D-didn’t know.” He hiccups, gulping down big breaths of air.
“Ohh, you thought it was something safe, didn’t you?” Izzy wails into Ed’s chest, nodding. A part of Ed does feel quite bad for Izzy, even if he did bring this on himself.
“Do you wanna show Baba the video?”
Izzy whines.
“Just so I can see what happened, okay? Maybe I can make it better.”
Izzy shakes his head again, fists tightening in Ed’s shirt. He really is quite upset, so Ed does what he must and hikes Izzy up into the air and pads back down the hallway. Izzy fights him the entire time, wriggling around above the ground, but Ed keeps him still with promises of no punishment to come and a steady pat on his lower back.
“Where’s your iPad, Iz?” Ed asks. ‘
Izzy shakes his head and Ed sighs again. “I’m not going to take it from you, you’re not getting grounded, I just want to see what you saw.”
Izzy groans but he does finally point - under the bed.
“What were you doing under the bed?” Ed sighs, setting Izzy gently on the floor and diving between the very thin gap between Izzy’s bed and the floor. He hadn’t minded when Stede chose a low to the ground option for Izzy - for him it was either as high off the ground and possible or as close to it when it came to being small - but Ed is already sick of this bed. How did Izzy even get underneath this? He has half a mind to make Stede buy one that’s flush to the floor.
He manages to grab the thing by the case’s handle, kicked all the way into the far corner under the bed.
“How didn’t you get stuck under there?” Ed gasps upon pulling himself out, but instead of the little giggle he’d been aiming for, Izzy frowns and rubs at his head.
Ed’s face falls. “Did you hit your head?” Izzy nods as his eyes flood all over again, bottom lip wobbling like mad. “Oh, my poor little swallow, come here.” He pulls Izzy back into his lap and smoothes over his hair, pressing a litter of soft kisses over the crown of his head. “Do you need an ice pack?”
Izzy shakes his head no, but Ed gives him a few more kisses anyway.
Once he gets the tablet and finally gets it open (they would have to change the passcode yet again) he tucks Izzy’s head under his chin and pets his hair, still damp from his bedtime shower.
The video looks pretty inconspicuous, just a collection of ‘best moments’ from some colourful cartoon that Ed can’t remember the name of for the life of him, but as he scrolls along he finds what he’s been looking for. It’s scary, he’ll admit it, enough to make him jump were he not trying to console Izzy already. Some very realistic looking zombie ghost thing that talks in a very low and spooky voice about a curse and something about visiting under the bed every night at 3 am… He rolls his eyes at the special effects, but holds Izzy even tighter when he stiffens at the sound of the voice.
“That’s a scary video, isn’t it?” Ed whispers into Izzy’s ear, setting the ipad down and rocking him side to side. He’ll block the channel in the morning, but for now he needs to focus on Izzy.
Izzy whimpers into his collarbone and wriggles even further onto Ed’s lap.
“Lucky for you,” Ed grins, “I know how to fix it.”
He scoops Izzy back up again - no easy feat without his knee brace - and ferries him downstairs, striding into the kitchen and hurrying to set him down before his arms give out.
“Can you watch him for a second?” He asks Stede, who’s still half buried inside the leaking dishwasher. “I need to take a call.”
Stede pokes his head out of the dishwasher, glancing at Izzy up on the counter before eyeing Ed curiously. “What’s he doing up?”
“Saw another jumpscare.” He says, watching fondly as Stede rolls his eyes.
“Taking a call!” He exclaims, reaching for the landline on the wall - never used aside from the occasional telemarketer - and pressing a random selection of buttons.
“Hello, Mister Buttons?” He says loudly, watching out of the corner of his eye as Izzy perks up at the name.
“Yes, yes, I’m just calling about a curse!” He nods, leaving gaps between his sentences as if someone is speaking between them. “It’s Izzy, Izzy’s been cursed!”
“Uh huh. Yes. Oh, yes. No. I can definitely do that. And it only takes one try?” He glances back over to Izzy, listening intently. “Well thank you, Mister Buttons, for helping me with breaking the curse, thank you!” He hangs the phone back on its rest and turns around to face Izzy.
“Good news!” He exclaims, reaching across to play with Izzy’s soft, unstyled hair. “I know how to break the curse!”
Stede gives Ed another confused look. “What curse?”
Ed brushes him off with a look that means later, and hugs Izzy close to his chest. “The way to break the curse,” He whispers conspiratorially into Izzy’s ear, “Is to cuddle up close with your special teddy and come to bed with me and Mama.”
Izzy gives him a funny look.
“I promise. I wouldn’t lie to you about something as important as this.” Ed squeezes Izzy tight against his chest. “Being with people that love you very much will keep you safe, yeah? And Buttons said being with people that love you will make everything okay, alright?”
Somewhat reluctantly, Izzy lets Ed step back and Ed takes the opportunity to nudge Stede. “You heard the man,” He says, “Time for bed. It’s our duty.”
Stede grumbles - he had wanted to fix the dishwasher, even if everyone in the house knew he was incapable, but he stands anyway and makes his way over to Izzy.
“Poor precious darling,” He coos, petting Izzy’s hair. “Come, my love, time for bed.”
Ed lets Stede carry Izzy; he’s perfectly capable of doing it himself, but Stede somehow maintains an impressive amount of strength that allows him to hold Izzy in his arms for upwards of twenty minutes without a single strained muscle. Instead, he ducks into Izzy’s room and digs around the messy bedding for his teddy, a worn but thoroughly loved stuffed whale.
When he returns to his and Stede’s room, Stede is already laying Izzy out in the middle of their bed. “You must’ve gotten such a fright, little sweetheart,” He coos, kissing Izzy’s forehead. “Are you wet?”
Izzy shakes his head and Stede leaves it at that, quickly tugging off his very damp formal clothes and replacing it with one of his expensive pyjama sets.
Ed climbs in and wriggles until he’s right up against Izzy, wrapping his arms tight around his shoulders. “Look who I brought!” He whispers, tucking the whale into Izzy’s arms. Izzy gasps softly and holds the little whale close, pressing his face into it’s plush belly.
“Thank you.” He mumbles, muffled by the soft toy.
“It’s okay, bub.” he says softly. “Time for sleep now, okay, little man?”
Izzy nods, eyes fluttering closed as Stede slips into bed behind him and cuddles him up close.
Ed sighs into Izzy’s hair, utterly exhausted. It’s sure to be a late morning for all of them, but that’s fine. All will be right in the morning.
#this is about those creepy momo videos#I was too old for momo when that happened but I used to get sick worrying about getting a jump scare video when I was little#this goes out to all the other children who got so frightened by mlp swearing that they would make themselves sick over it#agere#fandom agere#age regression#ofmd age regression#ofmd agere#little izzy hands#cg edward teach#cg stede bonnet#mod
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NSFW ficlet ahead:
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"If you aren't topless in thirty seconds, I'm breaking shit."
The Deetz family asked you to housesit for them. Adam and Barbara would be there to reign in Beetlejuice, but Charles knew he liked you best.
Of course, they hadn't figured out why yet.
It had nothing to do with the fact that two weeks ago you rode his cock for the first time.
Nope, nothing to do with that.
Last time he'd made demands, you weren't tipping the pizza delivery guy fast enough so he broke one of Delia's favorite wine glasses and then fucked you on the kitchen counter.
Considering this, you were frantic to follow orders now. Trying to glue that thin glass back together had not been easy. Thankfully, Beetlejuice offered to use his powers to fix it...for a price. Your knees were bruised from how long he kept you on them.
Slipping the shirt off, Beetlejuice watches with a hungry expression. His jaw tightens when he notices you're not wearing a bra. Calmly leaning against the dining room wall, he licks his lower lip, pretends he isn't gawking.
"The pants. Unbutton them." At his words, you gape at him. "Now would be ideal, toots."
You'd worn a red lace thong...maybe in hopes he'd see it...but now your nerves got the better of you and you hope he just gets distracted and rips the clothes off instead of making you a spectacle.
No such luck.
He hums, two steps forward, inspecting. Index finger hooking under the elastic band on your right hip.
"Now, what've we got here?" A hand grips your hip, yanking the jeans down slightly to reveal the bright red fabric. "Well fuck me...you came prepared. Oooh, look at you." The glee on his face is gone moments later. "Strip."
You want to protest, but you're kind of turned on by the proximity. His gaze is alluring.
"Slow down," he urges when you grab at the jeans and start removing them. "Let me take you in."
As you undress, he walks around you like a predator. There's a low rumble in his throat and you swear he's growling.
Naked except the thong, you peer over your shoulder to see him ogling at your ass.
Two swift movements and he's got you bent at the hips, pinned against the dining room table where Delia hosts all her dinner parties. You feel filthy. You love it.
Beetlejuice is hard and he makes sure to let you know by grinding himself against your ass.
Seconds feel like minutes from the time he unzips to when you feel him rubbing the head of his cock against your cunt.
"God, please..." you huff out.
"No Gods here, darlin'." His gruff voice is against your ear as he shifts the thong to the side, shoves himself inside with no prep.
The stretch is painful yet glorious, the way he says your name burned into your memory. You can feel his facial hair against your back as he lolls his head forward, grumbling about how wet you are, how he's not going to last, how you should've never agreed to this weeks ago.
"You better get off before I fill you up, princess. Else you're not cumming all night."
It's a threat you know he'll follow through with. He has before.
A race to the finish always gives you a bit of a jolt. Being caught does also, but not by the Maitlands.
The slam above startles you, but Beetlejuice grips your neck, forces you back against him, groans when his hand cups your ass cheek.
"Those deadbeats are doing another aerobics thing or some shit. I dunno," he mutters against your neck. "Hey! Don't. Stop."
"You know this position isn't my favorite," you dare to groan out.
"Well you better figure it out quick, sweetness, because my balls are tightening and I'm not holding back."
You practically weep.
He snakes his hand around you, offers a harsh finger against your clit. His rubbing is sporadic and slightly distracting.
Slapping his hand away is probably not the best idea but you're acting on impulse, eager to cum with him stretching you so good.
He bites you - hard - draws blood. As you're about to yelp out, his hand covers your mouth, breaths coming out as gasps around his fingers.
"I'm not fibbing, honey," the growl is ever present in his voice. "You don't cum - now - you're not all night."
He knows - he knows - the urgency always gets you. His thrusts sloppy now, hand still over your mouth, you buck back against him to catapult yourself over that proverbial ledge.
"Oooooh, fuck, babe. Fuck. Fuuuuuuck." His thrusts are smooth now, hand pulling away from your mouth so he can grip both of your hips and slow his pace.
Your slick sounds are loud with every movement but the pace feels good, him hitting you deep and slow.
Clawing at the table runner, your breaths come out as gasps, quiet screams, praising him as your orgasm peaks.
Recovering and overstimulated, you're shocked Beetlejuice hasn't cum yet and with every thrust, he grips you tighter.
"Hey. Hey, no, toots. Stay there - just like that," you hear him through the ringing in your ears.
Throwing yourself back against him again, you almost feel the edge of the last orgasm prickling still and when he pulls out to just tease his tip, you're manic for a moment; enthralled by the sensation.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck, slam back on me, babes. Slam back on me!" He cries, forcing you backwards.
The pace he's thrusting into you has you breathless again and in mere seconds you feel him filling you up.
The sensation is overwhelming. Another orgasm rips through you. He holds you upright so you don't careen over the table, his strong hands another sensation on your sensitive flesh.
Breathless, you glance back at him.
"Not a fan of this position, huh." He chuckles, choking you momentarily before lazily pulling out of you.
"Guess I've just never been fucked proper in certain positions." It's a total bait.
A wide grin, "we can fix that."
As you're dressing, you notice the vase centerpiece is tipped over, a chunk missing from the lip.
Mouth agape, you realize you must've knocked it down.
"Get on your knees for me. I'll make it worth your time."
The devilish smirk on his face is hard to say no to.
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Fic author interview! I was tagged by @what-alchemy - thank you! No-pressure tagging @phdmama, @incognitajones, @alessandriana, @lynne-monstr, and anyone else who wants to play.
How many works do you have on AO3?
349 publically, maybe a dozen more in anon collections, and two or three that I've orphaned for various reasons.
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
1,349,113, ye gods.
3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Calamity's Child (Stranger Things) - 7249 kudos
Body of Memory (Shadowhunters) - 5029 kudos
Star of the Masquerade (Stranger Things) - 4923 kudos
lost souls and reverie (The Witcher - TV) - 3118 kudos
So Newly Charming (Stranger Things) - 2274 kudos
4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
I used to, but I've been really bad about it in the past year or so. I do read and cherish every comment I get, though.
5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?
Hard to say! There are a couple of Supernatural ficlets from ~13 years ago with fairly fucked up endings. Of my somewhat recent fic, probably either Empty or Bonny Mad Boys (both for Shadowhunters), with a special mention for my zombie apocalypse Buddie fic, where the dead men lost their bones, although that does at least allow for the possibility of a happy(ish) ending.
6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?
Honestly, the vast majority of my fic has happy endings, even when I put them through the wringer first.
7. Do you write crossovers?
I've written a few, mostly for various fic challenges. It's not something I do all that often though.
8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?
Oh, yeah. Death threats, even! Shadowhunters fandom was weirdly unhinged about this.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Um, yes. XD
I used to write smut very rarely, and feel extremely awkward about it, and then I decided to write 100k words worth of fills for the Clowntown kinkmeme, and that pretty much cured me of that.
10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not as far as I know?
11. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Yes, several, into a handful of different languages. Always very exciting! I link back if I know about them.
12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Not one that ever actually got posted.
13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?
I have been in fandom wayyyy too long to answer this, lol.
14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?
I have a really angsty Reddie cheating fic that I wrote like 20k words of and then abandoned. I sometimes think about returning to it, but honestly I probably won't.
15. What are your writing strengths?
I think I write pretty good dialogue - it's definitely one of the things I enjoy the most. Also action and smut, which IMO are pretty similar from a logistical standpoint.
16. What are your writing weaknesses?
I am so bad at anything resembling plotting. SO bad. And frankly I always feel like my fluff is stilted and saccharine; I do much better with angst, generally speaking.
17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?
I've done it before, but I probably wouldn't now, not the least because I'm really not fluent enough in any other language to be worth it.
18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?
That I actually posted? LOTR RPF. Thankfully, that's been lost to the defunct forums of 2002. I've been writing fic just for my own entertainment pretty much as long as I've been able to read, though.
19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?
Good Omens! I've read a fair amount of fic, but I didn't really get immersed in the fandom until after season 2. I have a couple of ideas that I'm playing around with, but I don't completely feel like I've got the character voices down yet.
20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written
This changes OFTEN. I think right now, So Newly Charming is the fic I've written most recently that actually came out exactly how I wanted it to. I can reread it without cringing, which is a rarity for me.
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What’s a fic trope, plot bunny, or character variation that you want someone to write for Rumbelle, but no one ever has?
I am a simple woman with simple needs. Enemies to lovers, marriage of convenience, mutual pining, these are my bread and butter and there is thankfully plenty to go around in the Rumbelle fandom. Rumbelle has also tackled pretty much everything so anything I say probably has been done, I just haven't had a chance to read it yet.
I do wish someone would finish my Lady Belle hires Spinner Rumple to impregnate her after her husband unexpectedly dies and she's left in a precarious position with no heir fic because I'd rather read it than write it. So, if anyone wants to take a stab at that one! I also don't think there were a lot of Belle is pregnant and has a baby in the missing year fics. (I remember some ficlets but not a long fic). And there was a sad lack of season 5 woobie Rumple with no powers smut. Okay, I could probably think of a lot more if I had the time...
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[ID: a green badge of a campfire with text that reads 'Sambucky Summer Bingo Camp, Campfire Stories, ESTD.2023 / finish ID]
Title: Exchanging Ancedotes By Nearby Bonfires
Square Filled: Campfire Stories
Warnings: references to mild gore
Word Count: 757
A/N: just a ficlet of a couple of guys sitting nearby a bonfire by five feet away, that's it. for the @sambuckylibrary for the summer bingo, camp edition.^^
also i'm sorry for the formating, i won't be on desktop bc of the experiment. so, i'll be posting on mobile for a while. ;-;
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With flames crackling from a bonfire at the ground's center, two figures leaned back on their log seats. Their heavy bags lounged across from them, appearing to be equipped with numerous items. A silent wind swooshed by a clump of pine trees, shaking leaves.
Above, the moon gleamed against the dark blue stretch of the night sky. Thick clouds floated below, surrounding it from around each sides.
"To think we'd ever camp again," Bucky said, stretching a foot clad in a boot forward. He pulled a cap from a bottle. "Ahhh, thankfully, we had been prepared."
"It certainly feels good to be out at the woods." Sam inhaled and exhaled slowly, drawing in some fresh oxygen into his system.
"You know I've heard how sharing stories helps a bond grow." Bucky winked. "Looks like to me, it's probably not your thing."
"Ah, I got plenty of things to share," Sam retorted with a snort. "Including stories. And who smears my name with that nonsense?"
"Okay, okay, to be fair. . . it took a lot to convince you to let me crash in your place in D.C."
"C'mon, man, you were supposed to be in hiding."
"Point still stands, Samuel. Now get on with the story!"
"Sheesh, alright, you stubborn super soldier. Anyways. . . one time on a trip to the woods with my family, Gideon and I were out for a small stroll. At late night when everyone else were asleep. There's been some owls around and awake. We thought we'd take some pictures of them, you know? And then. . . and then we walked into something real disturbing. You see, I'm cool with tons of birds. They only get aggressive if you interact with them the wrong way. Those flock of owls. . . they'd been another thing entirely.
"They were gathered at the ground, only taking some bites out of. . . your imagination can fill the gaps."
"That's. . . that's gruesome."
"I guess we shoulda have ignored them when he had a chance. And I'm trapped with those images in my head. Sometimes, I have some damn nightmare over it. Often in 3-D unnecessarily. We told our parents and Sarah and they pointed out we'd been irresponsible for that. Hey, maybe I shoulda known better yet hey. It was. . . an experience, for sure."
"I knew you weren't always responsible, Samuel!" Bucky crowed, throwing a pumped fist in the air. "Vindication at it's finest."
"Pfft, you just had to take a dig at me for that, huh?"
"For a guy who prides in being responsible, it's ironic you get into plenty of trouble."
"Hey! At least, I'm not the one who jumps out of planes with no parachutes!"
"Well, I'm willing to acknowledge it."
"Oh, wow. Since when did you own up for being such things?"
"Unlike a certain someone, I have self-awareness."
Bucky grinned while Sam rolled his eyes, crossing his arms.
"You ain't getting a medal for that, ya know?"
"Ouch, Samuel. Ouch."
When Bucky burst out laughing, he flung a quick punch at his upper arm. His eyes riveted to his lips and throat then he shook his head, clearing his threat.
"Okay, your turn. Any scary camp stories you wanna share?"
"It was the thirties and minimal opportunities for camping. But I did it once, back in high school with some classmates, who dared me to go. I'd take Steve but his asthma would make it tough to handle. Anyways, we were roaming around, just setting up camp and all. And on our trek, we found a waterfall nearby."
"And you guys used it for skinny dipping?"
"Shush, you didn't let me finish! I mean we didn't because it was extremely cold and shit. We just splashed it on each other and stuff. Ya know like those nerf pistols you and the boys attack me with. Sorta like that but with our hands. To say we didn't get sick from that was a lie."
Sam started shaking while laughter escaped him. He threw his head back and pressed a palm over his stomach, which contracted from it.
"I take it, your family didn't let you live it down?"
"Yup. In addition to that, I've been grounded for a whole month."
"And Steve complains on how you're the responsible one."
Bucky snickered. "What can I say? A guy changes."
"Tell me about it," Sam replied, humming noncommitcally. "And you tell me I'm terrible at sharing."
"Pfft." Bucky rolled his eyes.
Regardless, both of them began cracking up. Their voices resounding throughout the forest, where it dwindled any other sound around.
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#sbsummer2023#sambucky#sam wilson#bucky barnes#onlysambucky#sam wilson x bucky barnes#sambucky fic#enchant: fanfics#ships: sambucky#sbsummer23
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Fic tag game!
Thank you @mischievouschan4 for tagging me! 💛💛💛 It looked fun and I'm glad I got to answer these questions!
How many works do you have on ao3?
I currently have 8 works in my account!
What's your ao3 word count?
Only 5871 words! I only write ficlets so it's not a surprise (but honestly longer than my school essays...😂)
What fandoms do you write for?
Only 2 with published fics for now: One Punch Man and Star Wars! (mostly because I focus on fanart more than fanfic though I do wanna write more, the words just won't words sometimes 😅)
What are your top five fics by kudos?
Welp I only have 8 works so I guess I'll just give the top 1 if that's alright??? And it's a Saigenos fic - Sleeping Sensei with 230 kudos!
Do you respond to comments?
As much as I can! Sometimes I see the comments late so I dither on whether I should give a response or not...(but I cherish every single one! 💛)
What's the fic you write with the happiest ending?
Oh lordy (I cry as I realize I only wrote 2 happy fics including the wips)
But I think this one! - Kisses before chores (another Saigenos)
Do you get hate on fics?
So far no! Everyone's been sweet actually 🥹
Do you write smut? What kind?
Ehe (yes and it's mlm and wlw though both are unfinished 😭 I despair)
Do you write cross-overs?
I haven't tried but I wouldn't be surprised if one day I get an idea, I guess
Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Nope! Thankfully
Have you ever had a fic translated?
Nope! Though I'd be very happy if someone did
Have you ever cowritten a fic before?
I haven't but that would be exciting!!
What's your all time favourite ship?
Don't ask this of me I'm begging you (though on swordpoint I might answer Obikin because that's my current fixation and I love them so much they give me life)
What's your WIP you like to finish, but doubt you ever will?
Oh damn too many to mention actually I am scared of opening my gdocs again 😂 And most of them are original stories, not fics (may my OCs forgive me for abandoning them I still love you and think of you fondly every now and then)
What are your writing strengths?
Angst angst very descriptive and poetic angst and more angst (a friend of mine who is also a writer neary threw away my phone in pain after reading my star wars fic and meta post. I considered it a compliment, coming from them who also writes beautiful angst)
What are your writing weaknesses?
Writing long fics! I write mostly based on vibes and feelings that I want to express in as few words as possible, mmmaaaybe because I was a poem writer first before trying on fics (what is plot I don't know her 😂)
Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
I'm all for it! English is not my first language and I think it'd be fun to insert some jokes and cuss words from another language 😅 (although I haven't tried it yet)
First fandom you wrote for?
I think it was for Kingsman! Although it's still a wip until now in my docs and I may never publish it, idk yet!
Favourite fic you've ever written?
Probably my first ever published OPM fic In the aftermath (I hurt mysef writing this 😭)
Thank you again for the tag my dear!!!! I had fun 💛💛💛
If you've been tagged already or don't want to do the game then don't mind me, darlings! Anyone interested can also join in the fun!!!
@virahaus @isinnedforcake @tideswept @spikybanana
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Hello oooh friend! I live your Writing SO much, and I know you have a packed October, but I just had to ask while the idea was fresh in my mind:
IF you have the bandwidth, could you do a little ficlet with Kili x Reader? Everyone always characterizes him as the dumb one, ranging from slightly derpy to downright himbo. But I headcanon that he's not actually dumb, just VERY YOUNG (by Dwarven standards), inexperienced, and a little naive. Could you write something in which he finally gets fed up with the teasing/stereotype, and decides to prove to his (femme Reader) love that he's not as dumb as everyone thinks he is?
Hugs and kisses!
First of all, thank you very much 🙈
That means a lot to me...Well, of course, it was my pleasure to whip something up for dear Kíli :D
Redemption
Words: 1,1k
Warnings: None
Kíli knew that he was often and quite easily dismissed by his peers; there was neither hatred nor malicious disdain in their instinctive lack of faith in him, but it left an aching void in his heart nonetheless to know that his youth and good cheer were interpreted in his disfavour.
Born and raised in times of uncertainty and desolation, he had done his best not to contribute to his mother and uncle's sempiternal worries and fears; thankfully, he had been blessed with a sunny nature and a seemingly indefatigable inclination for hope and optimistic faith and so, he faced even the darkest of days with unerring good humour.
He certainly made it easy for others to regard him as frivolous or even dumb, but Kíli was fiercely aware of his role and usefulness within his household: he was the younger brother, the only one Fíli – heir to the throne and golden son – could turn to when the weight of a mountain they their people had not seen in many a year became too heavy to bear even on his broad, strong shoulders, and he was proud of his place in the grand scheme of things.
Yes, Kíli knew what was expected of him and he held on to the brittle fibre of sunlight, his devoted trust in his family and their designs, in the endless, voracious obscurity of a potentially cruel fate.
When he heard the person he loved and cherished most in this world – besides his own family – laugh along quietly in reply to yet another disrespectful, contemptuous comment about his surmised stupidity and incompetence though, his heart gave a painful throb.
“We need those plants,” Óin interrupted the banter resolutely, “and I don’t care who goes and with whom.”
“I’ll go,” this other voice Kíli so cherished replied softly, “and I’d be honoured to take the young prince with me. He’ll protect and entertain me well, no doubt.”
As you turned the corner, you saw a shadow flitting along the high walls of the corridor and stopped abruptly; both the elegance and the speed of the retreating figure were highly unusual for a dwarf and, for a moment, you wondered who would be able to move so gracefully.
Shaking your head to dispel such useless musings, you made your way to Prince Kíli’s quarters to ask him if he would agree to accompany you on a dangerous trip that would lead you far out of the safe confines of the settlement. Kíli, you knew, often enjoyed a challenge and an adventure and you were growing increasingly fond of the idea of being alone with him in the woods for some time, far away from the vicious tattle-tales and the unceasing duties of court life.
“Sure,” Kíli exclaimed as soon as the question was put to him and, even if his cheeriness felt just a tad forced on this fine morning, you couldn’t help the surge of relief and joy flooding your system at this moment.
After he had packed hastily and sparsely, Kíli all but dragged you down the corridor to the library, a wicked sparkle in his eyes.
“What are we doing?” you asked for you had expected to leave as soon as possible.
“I know the best way to find a good spot where Óin’s blasted plant grows in abundance,” Kíli explained and extricated a long, flat piece of wood from a hidden crevice to wedge it under the door of a private office to lift it enough so it wouldn’t creak upon being swung open. “I thought we might amend one of Ori’s maps. He’s been complaining for months about that.”
With a wink, he went on, “Moreover, I don’t know if he’s told you, but the rotten growth has a terrible smell. We’re going to nab one of Fíli’s leather satchels; he gets tons of them as gifts from crafters and merchants who seek his patronage.”
You blinked slowly; far from believing your friend an idiot, you had nevertheless never expected him to be this knowledgeable about botany, geography, and the intricate workings of the court.
“People blab at me,” he smiled gently but not without a hint of bitter sharpness upon seeing your dumbfounded expression, “because they don’t think that I am listening. More often than not, they see me as a mere pebble, but I do listen.”
He tapped the side of his nose with a conspiratorial wink that did not fully dissimulate his frustration; he was a prince of the realm, the son of a wise dam, and the nephew of our present king after all, and his youth was by no means an excuse to disregard him so cavalierly as some dwarrows apparently were in the habit of doing.
Quickly and efficiently, Kíli snuck through cleverly veiled, secret passages into all the rooms he had meant to visit and soon, you were on your merry way to the hidden meadow he had in mind.
It flabbergasted you how he had managed to simply turn himself almost invisible; he usually radiated such intense joy and was surrounded by so bright a halo of laughter and jokes that his silent grace turned him into a lethal ghost, ducking effortlessly through the milling throng of busy dwarves who were just going about their day without paying either one of you any heed.
“Expertly done,” you praised, a little breathlessly, when he finally spread his arms out wide to draw your attention to the clearing overflowing with the rare medicinal herb you had set out to find.
“You’ll find that I am less of a fool than you might think,” he muttered dejectedly, combing one thick-fingered hand through his dark, wavy hair in dismay.
“I do not believe you to be any such thing,” you protested, “but I must admit that I am awed by how well you’ve planned and executed this mission. I might have spent days on end gathering enough of this truly distasteful plant without your valuable help.”
This made a generous grin blossom on his youthful face and – cupping your cheeks in his hands – he pressed a small kiss onto your nose as if to encourage it not to leap off your face in outrage and vexation.
“Let’s get this over with and spend the night in another spot I know well,” he chirped, back to his usual cheerful self. “I can show you more of my impressive skills that you might have overlooked in your single-minded admiration of my pretty face.” He grinned mischievously and started carefully and skilfully harvesting the abominably smelly leaves.
Laughing quietly, you followed him without answering but – deep within your heart – you admitted that you were more than just a little curious about what wonders and miracles he’d let you witness later that evening.
I hope this has redeemed Kíli (and me, for I tend to write him as rather immature lol)
Lots of love from me <3
#fanfiction#bonus story#Kíli#Kíli x reader#Kíli x GN reader#Kíli is not dumb#the hobbit#dwarves#stinky herbs as well
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writing ask game: 16 and 19!
from this ask game
16. What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever used as a bookmark?
Umm... It has been A While since I've regularly read physical books (mostly read on Libby/other phone apps these days), but I've done the usual random scraps of paper in the past.
When I was a kid obsessed with Narnia in elementary school, I made special friendship bracelet bookmarks for my set that matched the colors of the covers. Some might still exist at my mom's.
I also remember buying bookmarks that looked like castle tapestries.
19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?
When I was a kid, I loved stories and reading and daydreaming and playing pretend (mostly on my own, as others aged out of it). I enjoyed my elementary school creative writing assignments, and started writing poems and stories in my free time too. That continued through high school, and around high school I also got into fanfic (mostly as a reader, but I wrote fan poems, short snippets, and a ficlet/one shot or two that I never shared with anyone else).
In early college, I finally posted a tiny bit of fanfic (on website that thankfully no longer exists), but I had an unfinished WIP that hung over my head for years and years. (It wasn't even that long a story! It just became an impossible task.)
And then there was over a decade of basically nothing. I wrote for college/grad school and for work, but papers, memos, PowerPoints, emails, etc. are not exactly creative writing.
The Owl House rewired my brain, as they say. It started out as a show I started watching mid 2022 while folding laundry, but in October 2022 I started bingeing in earnest. I was still finishing Season 2B when Thanks to Them dropped, but once I caught up... oooph. Immediate rewatch. I read some fanfic, but for the first time in over a decade, I was itching to write. I started with one drabble — 100 words seemed like a realistic goal — which turned into a drabble sequence. Then I posted a one shot a few days later, then another one shot, and... After having an AO3 account with zero posted words of my own from August 2013 to mid October 2022, I now have over 50k up and more in drafts.
These days, I consider myself a fanfic writer in it for the long haul. I know that life responsibilities/health/etc may interfere with writing from time to time, but I've found my way back before and I am confident that I can do it again. I am a little anxious about having multiple multi-chapter WIPs up on AO3 — there was a reason I initially intended to stick to one shots/one shots in series — but fanfic writeblr helps immensely. When in doubt, I write drabbles.
I am in zero rush to focus on writing original fiction, but I have decades of life yet. Who knows — maybe I'll write a short story collection or a novel someday for fun, but I'm not nearly as passionate or dedicated (or talented!) as my friends/acquaintances who are writing/making art professionally. That's where I am with music too — I love being part of a community choir and I hope music will always be a part of my life, but it's a hobby. And as much as I desperately wish we supported full-time artists better, I also wish more people could just "dabble" in creative/artistic endeavors (time and money being big gatekeepers for hobbies too).
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