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hellverse · 3 months

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happy valentine's/anniversary to the beloved

third year destiel-versary and a lost ring, 1.7k:

Dean was so fucked. And it wasn't even his fault. Really.

He had woken up and rolled over to Cas' side of the bed like usual, still somewhere between dream and reality, the other side of the bed feeling cold and empty. He had flailed his left arm around for a second before finally opening one of his eyes, just enough that he could see, almost as if his vision was at fault for not having Cas there. (Of course, it wasn't.) He did this every time. Every single time he woke up without Cas - which, really, wasn't very often, so you couldn't blame him - even when he knew the other wasn't there, because there was nothing to touch, because he could feel the emptiness, he still had to take a peek. Cautionary measures or whatever. It's not like he could go back to sleep anyway.

Today was no different. After completing the mental checklist in his head, he rolled back to his side of the bed, lying on his back, rubbing his face, attempting to clear the sleepy fog still hovering above him. And that's when it happened. With the fingers of his right hand, he reached for his left ring finger. It had become somewhat of a habit to him, touching the ring there, twisting it, almost like a checkpoint, a solid sign that he was there, exactly where he wanted to be, a certainty of being okay. But the ring wasn't there.

Dean jumped up, now sitting in the bed, frantically looking around, as if the ring might be floating mid-air, just waiting for him to notice it. He looked down at his hand again, something short of panic and betrayal colouring his features.

"No, no, no," he whispered.

He had always been careful with the ring. Cas never minded him getting it a little scratched up and dented, he said it only made it better in his eyes, and Dean agreed, but there were some things he considered too messy. Surprisingly, this didn't include hunts. He had been cautious of them at first, almost as if it being a wedding band made it more prone to accidents. (It didn't.) And although they had been going on fewer hunts these days, it was still too many for Dean to want to leave his ring behind. So it mostly came off for cooking certain dishes or when he was showing Baby a good time.

All this to say - he kept an eye on it. But it had been three years, and maybe he wasn't as eagle-eyed about it anymore. Now, sitting in bed, staring at his hand like it could be someone else if it wasn't literally attached to him, he couldn't remember if he had left it anywhere. He must've had it yesterday morning, but did he have it when he went to sleep? He couldn't be sure, not a 100%.

Dean sat in silence for a solid few minutes, desperately grabbing at straws, trying to shake his memories awake. Thoughts of having to tell Cas were ringing in his ears. Cas wouldn't care much about it, he knew that, but something about it made him feel uneasy. He didn't want a replacement, he wanted the ring they had picked out together, with all its dents and bruises, showing what three happy years looked like carved round a ring.

He finally regained mobility after the initial confusion and jumped out of bed, reaching for any nearest clothing he could see. Well, maybe not see, he wasn't really looking, instead, he was scanning the surroundings for anything small and shiny - y'know, possibly resembling a ring.

The first stop he made was the kitchen, thinking he could've left it there the day before since he had made pancakes - though Dean was almost certain he had put it back on. He didn't even notice Sam sitting at the table, eating breakfast. It was only after he was done tornado-ing through the kitchen that he felt his brother's blank stare fixated on him.

"Good morning," Dean spoke as he whipped around to face Sam, slightly out of breath, a crooked smile on his lips.

"Are you...okay?" Sam replied, looking slightly amused.

"Yeah, yeah, no, um," he paused for a second, attempting to look calmer than he was, giving a weak chuckle, "I'm doing great."

"Did you...forget a Valentine's slash anniversary gift for Cas or something?" Sam wasn't even trying to hide his amusement anymore. Oh, how quickly your family will turn on you.

Dean stared for a second. He had forgotten what day it was, but in all fairness, he had been a little preoccupied with trying to not have a heart attack. And besides, he had gotten Cas a gift about a month ago. Yeah, he planned ahead. A new shiny man he was. Though not shiny enough to keep an eye on his wedding band, apparently.

"No," he replied, though Sam didn't seem to believe him, "but, you, uhm, haven't happened to see my ring anywhere, have you?" he almost winced at himself, closing his right eye, making a face about it.

Sam actually laughed this time, jerk.

"Oh, you can't be serious," Sam combed his hand through his hair, "today of all days? That's just unlucky, man."

Dean gave him an unimpressed look before turning away and marching out of the kitchen.

"Nice outfit by the way, who knew ring hunters were so fashionable," he heard his brother yell after him.

Dean looked down at himself. He was wearing his shirt inside out, and the pants he had chosen were Cas'. They were slightly short on him, made of some fuzzy material - Cas loved the way they felt (and Dean didn't mind them either, but he wasn't exactly thrilled about sporting them around the bunker).

He sighed, looking up at the ceiling, and rubbing his eyes. There was something ridiculous about the whole thing, but Dean had never had much that was just his or something that he could share with people he loved, something physical. There was one drawer in their bedroom, full of photos and knickknacks, but that's about it. He used to wear rings more when he was younger, but keeping track of them whilst jumping from one motel room to another proved too difficult. And this wasn't just any ring - only a few years ago he wouldn't have even imagined having it. It was Cas' as much as it was his, and he loved it.

His mind was still buzzing, trying to retrace his steps, as he heard the door open, familiar steps drawing closer. Dean turned around to look at his husband, beaming at him without giving it any thought.

"Hi," Cas said gently.

"Hi," he replied, leaning in for a soft kiss.

"Sorry I was gone when you woke up, didn't think you'd be up so early," the other continued as they broke their kiss.

Dean rolled his eyes slightly, before biting the corner of his mouth, trying to figure out how to bring up the whole I-lost-the-symbol-of-our-love thing. He unconsciously went to twist the ring, cursing at himself in his head.

"Cas," he sighed.

His husband gave him a puzzled look.

"Cas, I can't find the ring," he said, going for something sad, defeated maybe, though it came out a little more panicky than he would've liked.

"The ring?" Cas repeated slowly. Dean nodded, a little confused. He didn't think there were many questions to ask about 'the ring', it was pretty clear what he was referring to, though Cas seemed a little...off about it.

"The ring," Cas repeated himself with a sigh.

Dean furrowed his brow. Was he hallucinating? Maybe he was still asleep. Cas smiled at him, shaking his head slightly.

"For the record, I was planning to do this later," he began, digging in his coat pocket, "but since you're hot on my trail, or whatever, already...," he trailed off, pulling out a tiny velvet box.

Dean just became more confused, turning his head, looking behind him as if trying to figure out the joke.

"Last I checked, I already married you," Dean said, leaning closer to Cas, almost like he was whispering a secret.

Cas just laughed, looking down at the box.

"I know, Dean, I was there," he looked back up at him, eyes gentle, "but it's our anniversary, and I wanted to do something special. I know you love the ring, I mean, I should've realised you'd notice it missing, I just...it doesn't matter, here," he took the ring out of the box, taking Dean's hand into his own and placing the ring in the middle of his palm.

There was a moment of concern, where Dean thought Cas might've polished the ring or something, but he knew the other understood how particular he was about the thing. He took the ring between his fingers, observing it for a second, before looking up at Cas, questioning.

"Look on the inside," the other mumbled.

Dean did, and the number of emotions washing over him right that second couldn't be counted by the smartest person in the world, he was sure of it. There were hints of embarrassment, relief, happiness, who knows what else.

Cas had engraved the ring with Scratches, bones, & ashes, the date of their anniversary across from it. Their own personal forever and always.

"Cas," he whispered, smiling, feeling a little blurred around the edges, as Cas grazed Dean's chin with his hand.

"Thank you..." he pulled him for another kiss, a deeper one this time, one that made him feel like he would never let go.

"Does yours..." Dean suddenly asked as they lay in bed, looking at each other, Cas playing with his hair.

"Mine has it too, Dean," he replied simply. Dean huffed a laugh.

A beat of silence passed before he spoke up again:

"How did you even get it? I swear I didn't leave it anywhere, so..."

"Dean," Cas looked at him very seriously, pushing closer, "I'm very good with my hands...plus, you were quite preoccupied last night," he said.

"Who, me? I think I might be blanking, why don't you remind me?" he bit, just as serious as his husband, before pushing Cas onto his back, breaking into a smile.

#ficlet!!!!!!!#happy valentines / destiel day #hope you like it #i wasn't gonna do anything for today since i've been a bit out of sorts but this came pouring out of me #hope you like it as much as i do #rei writes

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poisonedfate · 1 month

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darkest afterglow

merthur, 5.5k, angst and fluff / read on ao3

There was something familiar in the way Arthur knew him, something easy in the way he recognised him, the way he looked at him, the way they were with each other - Merlin didn't know if he could bear it changing.

angry kisses fic is finally done and out for the world to see!! it was definitely a bit of a challenge, misunderstandings paired with so many parallels my head was spinning, but i'm glad i stuck to it. the joy and the misery was worth it, and if you do read it, i hope you'll enjoy

#rei writes #merthur #merthur fic #bbc merlin

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little-forget-me-not · 7 months

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Day finally gets a dog lol

As Day matures, he becomes more grounded and sensible, not as prone to candid and loud outbursts and displays of excitement. He's a lot more restrained and mild-mannered. Calmer, thoughtful. He acts more adult, basically. But when he's feeling safe and in Nolan's company, the childlike side of him comes out like a sun behind the clouds. The bubbly, bouncy, excitable side of him that he feels more comfortable expressing around Nolan. The pouting, giggling, teasing... I wanted to see it again.

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It's Day's birthday. Nolan has a surprise for him. He blindfolds and plugs his ears, driving him to a place. "Is this a kinky sex thing?" Day hazarded and Nolan sputtered. He hadn't even thought about that. "No!" He paused, considering. "Unless...you want it to be?"

"No, we're meeting my mom later!" Day retorted, a little scandalised. His face flushed. "Another time, maybe," he added quickly.

Nolan quirked a smile and affectionately pinched Day's cheek. "Mm, that can be arranged. Pervert."

Day's face flushed. "AM NOT!"

Nolan drives him to a house. He is led into a room before Nolan removes the blindfold and earplugs. Day squints and blinks, adjusting to the sudden light. Before him is a pen of golden puppies, furry squirming and wriggling bundles of joy. Day lets out a loud gasp, unable to contain his surprise.

In the pen laid a big, tired-looking Labrador. She wags her tail languidly as if in greeting, a wry expression on her face as her pups clamber over her. Could almost hear the tired chuckle in her expression.

Day swings back to look at Nolan, incredulous, speechless.

Nolan smiles. "Happy birthday, Day."

"No way..." Day breathes. He turns back to the puppies, then back to Nolan again, and then the puppies. "No way, is this for real?" His eyes are wide, shining.

“Yeah, you can pick one out. I've already informed the landlord and as long as we clean up after it and not cause a ruckus, she'll be fine with it. I covered the details with the breeder. They're also weaned and are starting on solid food. You just need to find one that fits you...what's wrong.”

Day, eyes shiny and bright, eyebrows furrowed, full of emotion. Looks like he's about to cry. "Oh, Nolan. You've been planning this? When did you even have the time?"

"I know you've always wanted a dog but Aeriel won't let you so." He shrugs. "It's just us now."

Day beams at him, unconstrained and wonderfully bright. Like a sun emerging from a cloud. It's infectious and Nolan can't help but return the smile. He grabs Nolan and gives him a tight hug.

"This is the best birthday present, ever. Thank you so much," he says, voice muffled against Nolan's chest. "I love you."

Nolan returns the hug, squeezing Day around the waist. “I love you too.” He kisses Day’s hair and releases him, nudging him towards the pen. “Well, don’t just stand here hugging me. Go pick out your present.”

"Hello babies!" Day coos. He sticks his hand in the pen and the puppies congregate around this foreign intrusion. Licking and nibbling.

Day opens the pen and the puppies rush out, yipping excitedly. Day crouches down and lets the wave of puppies crest over him. His laugh is bright and clear, like bells. Melodious. It's such a happy sound.

"Oh my gosh, look at their little paws! Their floppy ears and those big old eyes. They are all so cute, Nolan! Let’s adopt them all!."

"Oi. I said just one."

Day stuck out his tongue at Nolan, but the crinkle at the corner of his eyes showed he was teasing.

"Idiot," Nolan huffed affectionately, ruffling Day's hair.

"Hey! No calling me names on my birthday!"

Nolan watches Day play with the puppies, smiling, arms folded, his expression fond. A single pup that strayed from its pack wandered over curiously and sniffed his feet. Nolan uses his foot to gently push it away but it bounds right back, pouncing on his toes and trying to nibble them.

"That one likes you," Day says. He is cradling two puppies, one of them licking his chin incessantly and another is smushed against his cheek. Two more are scrabbling on his lap.

"Mm, that’s unnecessary," Nolan extends his leg and scoots the puppy further away from him.

“Stop kicking him!” Day protests.

“I’m not kicking it, I’m just moving it with my foot.” Nolan shoots back. The pup keeps returning to nip at his ankles and Nolan keeps trying to fend him off with his foot.

"Aw, don’t mind him,” Day says, more to the puppy than to Nolan. “He’s just a little grumpy guy, isn’t he?”

“Oi.”

“Come here," Day coos, ignoring Nolan. He extends a hand, tapping at the ground and wriggling his fingers. Distracted, the puppy waddles over to Day and nips at his fingers playfully before rolling on its back, batting at Day's hand. Day laughs. "Nolan, look! He's just like Princess!" (nolan's old cat) “You have to admit, this one’s really cute.”

Nolan stares at the puppy, blissed out on the ground with its tongue lolling out and tail wagging. “Yeah, I guess.”

Day rubs the puppy’s belly. "Are you really okay with this? I thought you didn't like dogs."

"I don't," Nolan agreed. "They're noisy, smelly and stupid."

Day covers the puppy’s ears, gasping, scandalised. "Nolan!"

Nolan smirks. “But you love them, and I love you,” he says. “Besides you’re the one who has to look after it.”

They chatchat. Suddenly one of the puppies (the same one that keeps harassing Nolan) let out a shrill howl. Nolan instantly drops down and checks on the puppy. “What? What is it? Is it ok? I swear I didn’t step on it.”

Puppy just cried for attention lmao. Nolan strokes it and lets it lick his fingers.

“And you said you didn’t care about dogs,” Day says smugly.

Nolan glances up and shoots Day a look. “Yeah, but I didn't say anything about not having a heart.” He picks up the puppy, holding it by the armpits as its paws dangle down. “This bugger’s like you. Crying for attention.”

“Rude! I don’t do that!”

Day brings back puppy. Puppy cries at night. Day wants to bring puppy to bed but Nolan is not allowing that ("No, Day, we are NOT letting the dog in our bed. It’s going to shit the bed."). Day sulks but goes to try and put the puppy to bed. After several long minutes, Nolan is about to doze off but notes that Day hasn't come back.

Confused and yawning, he goes out and sees that Day is lying on the floor, cheek against his arm. He's fast asleep with his hand extended to the puppy who is now snoozing with its face in his hand. "Idiot," Nolan murmurs affectionately. Day's back is definitely going to hurt tomorrow.

He goes to the bedroom and retrieves a pillow, carefully stuffing it beneath Days head and covers him with a blanket. He stares down at them, scratching his back. Well, he certainly wasn't going to join them on the floor. But he crouches down to kiss Day's hair. "See you in the morning." Day doesn't stir but makes a soft happy sound in his sleep.

#rei writes #noday #noday info #day info #notfic but could be polished into one #just wanted to put my notes here

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soul-of-rei · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/7 Fandom: The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild/Tears Of The Kingdom, The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Link/Zelda (Legend of Zelda) Characters: Link (Legend of Zelda), Zelda (Legend of Zelda), King Rhoam Bosphoramus Hyrule Additional Tags: first work on ao3!!!!!!, and first fanfic in months AJSJAJAJSJ, i promise i can write im just Rusty, so please be nice SJSJAJAJ Summary:

A week's worth of chronological snippets that I wanted to write to hype myself up for totk <3 No spoilers that haven't been shown by Nintendo in official trailers will be used. Enjoy!

#rei writes #botw #botw fanfic #botw link #botw zelda #MAJORLY IMPLIED #botw zelink #not in this snippet tho those are in the coming snippets #this one is set before the game even starts ASJAJAJAJ #im not happy w the ending of this snippet but .i need to get this posted before midnight hits here anyway #ALSO there will be an lu snippet at one point here :> ive never written for it before but might as well try !!#ANYWAYS #reblog pls especially if you read and enjoyed it !! ty <33

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i-hope-this-is-a-phase · 1 year

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Channeling my inner sassiness to write from George's POV.

#british sass boy my beloved #dreamnotfound fanfic #dnf fanfic #dreamnotfound fic #dnf fic #rei writes

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reis-miscellany · 3 days

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Genesis & Revelations

"To God whom I hate the most."

Garden of Eden

- Eve to Eden

#poetry #the bible #genesis #revelations #genesis&revelations #rei writes #original poem #garden of eden #eve #eden #lgbtq

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rainylunesstorm · 3 months

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A Traveler's Guide to Multi-Dimensional Time and Space Travel

#rei writes #writing #creative writing #erm i got a bit bored yesterday and wrote this whole thing in the span of 6hrs striaght

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dollkisses05 · 24 days

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need someone obsessed with me in a very poetic and unfortunate way

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joytri · 3 months

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most ardently

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thetraveleroftime · 26 days

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Hiiiii!!! I am Emmet! Haven't you noticed how weirrd it is that Rotomblr is connected to to the multiverse and yet no one ever questions it? Verrrry odd.

@i-am-emmet-real

Not really considering we live in a world of creatures with elemental powers and the ability to warp space and time

#pokemon irl #arceus translate #rei writes

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reineyday · 2 months

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Shanks was having a really wonderful day, hanging out with his daughter and looking forward to sparring with his lover. How in the world did it turn into him fighting for his life against Mihawk's mindless body? (Uta accidentally eats a devil fruit without knowing; Shanks and his crew find out in one of the worst ways possible.)

#i've discovered a great way to use low quality phone doodles: as fic preview art!!!#rei writes #mishanks #akataka #one piece #one piece fanfiction #dracule mihawk #akagami no shanks #shanks #red haired shanks #uta #one piece uta #op uta

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hellverse · 4 months

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bloodline echos

#pals #i gotta be honest with you #this is probs the most personal one i’ve ever posted #and will ever post perhaps #so i hope you can understand at least a little when your read it #because it’s very near and dear to me #but also very uh #haunting #i’d say #despite it being so personal #i think there are still some character themes to be had in there too #feel so very free to interpret as you like #lots of love #rei writes

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poisonedfate · 2 months

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58 merthur for he prompt thing if you'd like to

hello!!! ii got a little carried away with this one, so it ended up being about 1.1k words (oops). you can read it on ao3 or under the cut.

prompt: “I’d die for you. Of course, I’d haunt you in the afterlife but really, it’s the thought that counts.”

send me prompts!

The ache in his shoulder was still there, as was Arthur's unreadable, if not slightly concerning looks. There were only fading scratches now visible on his arm, so really, the ache was nothing to worry about, but that only gave him more time to wonder about Arthur's looks.

Merlin would often ignore them, the looks directed only at him - he either did not want to know, did not want to answer the questions that followed, or Arthur would tell him anyway - no point in losing sleep over it. But the looks did not seem to lessen, if anything it was the opposite, and the other had made no clear attempts at making his thoughts known. Arthur's eyes followed him around, weighing on him until he had finally had enough:

"Those worry lines are going to be permanently etched into your skin if you keep looking at me like that," he spoke, turning around quickly, now facing Arthur who was sitting at the table, staring.

"I think I'll be fine," Arthur quickly muttered in response, scoffing and looking away.

If anyone were to ask, Merlin would absolutely blame Arthur in every way possible for making him believe he could move quicker than necessary, just to escape the prince's gaze, resulting in a sharp breath and a moment of halted movement. And, really, it should've been fine but Arthur was being obnoxious, so of course he noticed.

"Alright, Merlin, I've had enough," the prince said, voice already closer behind him than Merlin had expected. Was he actually about to blame Merlin for getting hurt? He better not. Merlin gave an unimpressed look in response.

"You know I'd actually prefer it if you could be in one piece whilst doing your job."

"I am in one piece!" he immediately retorted, only for Arthur to poke him in the shoulder. Not strongly enough to hurt him, just enough to make his point.

"Please, I know you can be dramatic sometimes, but this a new low even for you," Merlin continued, earning a glare from Arthur, "this is nothing."

"Why hasn't it healed yet?"

"Contrary to popular belief, I don't actually have all the answers," another glare from Arthur. The prince stayed quiet for a moment, staring at his shoulder like there was something interesting there - not that Merlin would know, he was pretty sure it was just a shoulder.

"You need to stop doing that," Arthur spoke again, a seriousness lacing his tone now.

"Doing what?" Merlin tilted his head, brows furrowed.

"Putting yourself in harm's way on my accord."

"I'm quite certain it was the sword that came at me not the other way around. Besides, you were the one who had to help me get out of that one, maybe you should think about your own tendencies of jumping into danger," he smiled.

"I'm a knight!" Arthur's eyes widened like they usually did when Merlin said something to offend him.

"Ah, well that explains it," he replied, trying to lighten the mood, though it did not seem to work, so he continued, "Arthur, you know I’d die for you. Of course, I’d haunt you in the afterlife, but really, it’s the thought that counts. You're not getting rid of me that easily."

"I don't need-"

"Oh, will you get over yourself? You might have the power to make me shine your armour and make your bed, but you don't get to tell me who to live or die for," he sighed, tone slightly mocking.

It might've, however, backfired on him slightly, a glint appearing in Arthur's eyes, something he has come to recognise as an idea on the prince's part.

"So,-"

"You give me a job and I'll follow you anyway," Merlin interrupted, unimpressed. Arthur raised an eyebrow at that, though they both knew it was true, even without Merlin saying it.

"Just tell me I'm really brave and let's move on from this, hm?" he had decided to go the full-mockery route since the frown on the other's face was only barely beginning to fade.

Arthur sighed, a gentleness creeping into his features, as he reached for Merlin's arm, the one that didn't hurt, dragging the palm of his hand across it, stopping once he reached Merlin's own hand, lingering, hooking his pointer finger with Merlin's for only a second before letting go.

He could only stare at the other, not sure how to respond. It wasn't unusual for Arthur to seek out soft touches, especially when there was something bothering him, but that didn't mean Merlin had figured out how to react. Usually, when the other made the first move, he would just go with whatever Arthur wanted, though that typically meant waiting around to see how he would continue.

More often than not, he'd stay there for a while, close to Merlin, quiet, changing the topic once the thoughts in his head had stopped running, turning away from him. Arthur hadn't made any attempts to move now, however, and Merlin didn't like it. He didn't like that he couldn't read Arthur, that he was doing something Merlin couldn't predict.

"Arthur," he kept his voice low, careful.

The prince lifted his eyes, taking a step towards him and placing his hands on either side of Merlin's jaw, leaning in closer.

"Just be careful, will you? Otherwise, I won't be around for you to haunt, having to stress over you would've sent me to my doom already," his tone was earnest, a hint of annoyance somewhere in there too.

"I will only try to die for you when strictly necessary, you have my word," he put his hand on one of Arthur's arms, giving it a barely-there squeeze, smiling.

The prince rolled his eyes, moving the arm Merlin wasn't holding away so he could point at him.

"Merlin,"

"Yeah, yeah," he grabbed at Arthur's hand, lowering it, "your wish is my command."

"Merlin."

It was his turn to lean in now, though at this point they were only a couple of breaths away from each other, so there was not a lot of room left for dramatics.

"Yes, sire, when the time comes I will let you die, otherwise they'll throw me in the dungeons for trying to protect you and...killing you anyways?" he mocked, causing Arthur to grab at him, holding him by the arm, pulling.

They were dangerously close to each other now, completely still. Merlin could hear the exact moments of Arthur's inhales and exhales, his breath heavy, could see the other's eyes lower to his lips and then up again.

And, well, at least Arthur had finally figured out a way to stop Merlin from talking back.

#thank you so so much for sending this #clearly had a lot of fun with it as you can see by the fact that i could only stop after 1k words #love them #kisses #q's #ask game #prompts #rei writes #merthur

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little-forget-me-not · 9 months

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tiefling sisters concept (basically the red/blue oni)

Younger sis: Tenacity, or Ten. Passionate, headstrong, a little childish, brash and proud. Doesn't know when to quit. Wary of others but quick to warm up due to her inherent curiosity (nosiness). Kind of crass and doesn't care too much about propriety, so she says whatever is on her mind. She's more outgoing and easygoing with her outlook, I guess. Has more of an openness about her despite the initial suspicion. Kind of chaotic…I'll play her cuz that'll let me rp a confident, outgoing character that isn't afraid to offend people lmao but is still kinda good at heart. Simplistic in that way.

Older sis: Temperance, or Temper. On the surface, appears to be the opposite of her sis, with a more temperate nature xD Quiet, calm and collected, disciplined…seemingly cold and indifferent/stoic. More cautious and distrusting of others, slower to warm up or open up to others. More of a thinker than a heart person. Understands and able to blend in with social graces with relative ease. As a whole she seems more well put-together and thoughtful but as her name suggests, she has a nasty temper where she can snap and become truly frightening. More conniving and calculative and more prone to making morally questionable choices. Is more brooding with more internal conflict.

I didn't intend for them to be like the red/blue oni but after coming up with their concepts I realise they kinda fit that lmao so I have embraced the trope

All this came from me wanting to call them Ten and Tem btw HAHAHA

(I can imagine Ten tutting disapprovingly like, "Temper…Temper…" if Temperance is starting to seethe and her sis gives her a dirty look lmao)

Their infernal names would be the opposite of the virtures they named themselves after…

Aergia (sloth) for Tenacity Akrateia (intemperence) for Temperance

#dnd #rei writes #tiefling #ten #temper #really into ttrpg stuff right now what with pathfinder and bg3

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