#the whole comic was a side dish

[shirojikimattari]

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Ft. Selûnite Sharty

#shadowtav #shadowheart #tav #I just felt like drawing selûnite shaddy in selûnite armor #the whole comic was a side dish #anyway this came to me in dream form #am I the Shadowheart prophet now #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #bg3art #baldurs gate fanart #bg3 #baldurs gate tav #bg3 shadowheart #art #gay

[brickmvster]

potato, potato, my little baby potato...

Pairing: Ellie x Dina

Tags/warnings: fluff, pregnancy, childbirth, domesticity, motherhood, slice of life, pregnant dina

Word Count: 1766

Synopsis: A peek into Ellie and Dina's life before JJ was born.

Author's Note: wrote this back in june of 2022 and posted it on ao3, decided to post it here too bc why not <;3 here is the ao3 link!! also idk how well this will do bc I know this site mostly has x reader fics but I love elliedina with my whole soul OKAY. please enjoyyy comments are appreciated!!

When Dina first noticed her small baby bump, it filled her with pure joy. She remembered standing in front of the bathroom mirror, gently rubbing her stomach, eyes full of admiration. Ellie was behind her, hands wrapped around her waist, experiencing a fluttery feeling in her stomach at the thought of her being a mother – which is something she never would've imagined in her wildest dreams. In a dangerous world like the one they navigated, she never believed parenthood would be an option for her, nor was she really interested in it. Ellie thought children were cute, sure, with their contagious giggles and chubby faces, but she knew taking care of one would be more responsibility than she felt she could handle. But with Dina being with her, she felt this unbridled sense of confidence. Dina was caring and loving by nature, and Ellie had a hunch motherhood would come to her easily – with Dina by her side she had someone's footsteps to follow in.

Despite being pregnant, Dina was still very active around the house, much to Ellie's disapproval. Anytime Ellie saw Dina on her feet, whether she was doing the dishes, taking out the laundry, or even getting up to put her plate in the sink, she always made a face similar to that of a displeased mother who couldn't get her sick child to lie down. But Dina always retorted with "It's not like I'm completely immobile yet, so don't worry." 

Dina also spent a lot of time preparing for their baby's arrival, with the help of Ellie and some fellow Jackson residents. 

Maria had connections with a lot of people in Jackson. Random strangers were kind enough to give Ellie and Dina a ton of baby-related things, like a crib, toys, and even books. They spent a whole day setting things up and figuring out where to put certain items, and when they had finished, Dina began to cry, feeling overwhelmingly grateful. Ellie was right there with her, rubbing her back in a soothing manner and holding her close, almost being brought to tears herself as she gazed upon the empty crib.

A few more weeks went by, and Dina's baby bump was getting pretty large. Dina started complaining more about her back hurting, and she couldn't be on her feet for very long. Nevertheless, she still helped Ellie around the house when she could, with small breaks in between. She began using the bathroom more frequently, which quickly began getting on her nerves, as it disrupted her sleep, or interrupted a good reading session. Ellie would always chuckle whenever they were in bed together, her nose buried in a Savage Starlight comic and Dina practicing her embroidery, when all of sudden Dina would groan loudly and reluctantly get out of bed, angrily making her way to the bathroom for the seventh time in just thirty minutes. 

Then, of course, it got to the point where walking was something Dina did only when she needed to. It had been eight months and her stomach looked like it was ready to burst. Ellie found herself helping Dina walk up and down the stairs, getting out of bed in the morning, and even getting up and off of the toilet. Jackson residents also gave away some maternity clothing, which Dina often lounged about in. Even though pregnancy was miserable for Dina, Ellie couldn't help but notice how beautiful she had gotten. Dina had always been attractive in Ellie's eyes, even since they were kids, but Dina really seemed to glow now. 

Before, Dina's hair was always in some sort of up-do, because she was always doing various tasks around the house and needed it out of her face. But since she's been lazing about more often, she usually wore her hair down, and Ellie was in love with how thick and long it had gotten, her unruly curls framing her face in the most breathtaking way. Her skin was brighter, and it almost seemed to shine in a way that totally captivated Ellie. Sometimes, Ellie would find herself ogling at Dina whenever she was doing some random, mundane task, to which Dina would always notice and turn into the prettiest shade of red.

Right on the cusp of her delivery date, Ellie and Dina had a small baby shower. They had a wonderful time, Dina spending hours unwrapping cute onesies, even more toys and a couple parenthood books. It all felt so normal, so domestic, that it almost made Dina cry again, but she kept it together for the sake of her guests. 

It was late at night when their child decided to arrive. Ellie was wide awake, reading her comic book, while Dina was trying to figure out a crossword puzzle. It was quiet and the room was basked in the cozy, soft lighting of the bedside lamp. Dina couldn't seem to figure out the last word of her crossword and decided to give up and try again tomorrow morning with a fresh mind. She turned to her side, groaning at the heaviness at her stomach, and shut her eyes. Ellie glanced at her briefly, smiling softly and whispering "Goodnight, babe." 

The room was quiet once again, Ellie getting immersed into the fictional world of Savage Starlight, but after about five minutes, Dina was startled awake, feeling wetness trail down her legs. She sat up rather quickly, as quickly as she could, anyway, and Ellie turned to her with a confused and slightly concerned expression. 

"Do you need to use the bathroom again?" Ellie asked, ready to get up and assist her girlfriend. Dina shook her head, her eyes having widened ever so slightly, cheeks flushed, and heart rate steadily increasing. 

"Ellie… I think… I think it's time." Dina said. It took a little bit for the words to register in Ellie's mind, but when they did, she was immediately kicked into action, setting her comic book down and getting out of bed. 

"Okay. Let's get you comfortable, yeah?" She said, peeling away the damp comforter that was on top of Dina. She had Dina lie down a little bit while still staying somewhat upright. Dina instinctively opened her legs, trying to get started on removing her underwear. Ellie helped her, pulling them completely off and discarding them haphazardly. Afterward, Ellie quickly ran to the bathroom and grabbed a towel, aiding Dina in rolling over so she could place it under her. She had also grabbed scissors and placed them on the nightstand.

Ellie's palms were sweaty. She remembered asking a mother at the baby shower how to prepare for birth, and Ellie tried her best to recall the woman's advice. It was stressful, trying to think while Dina was screaming at the top of her lungs, holding Ellie's hand so hard that her knuckles had turned white as bone. Ellie just tried to be as encouraging as possible, keeping her tone of voice even and steady throughout the whole process. 

Eventually, the room was no longer being filled with Dina's cries of pain but instead her labored breaths and the shrill sound of a baby crying. Their child had finally entered the world.

Dina, with tear streaked cheeks, immediately reached out for her child. Ellie held him briefly, smiling so hard her cheeks were growing sore. He was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen in this ugly, ugly world. Ellie made quick work of cutting the umbilical cord before carefully handing him to Dina.

"Hello handsome." Dina spoke softly, grinning tiredly. Ellie was overjoyed at the sight in front of her. They were mothers now. For Ellie, this was the most nervous she had ever been. Not even fighting hordes of infected had her this scared. But she was also excited to step into this new era of her life. She knew that motherhood was going to be a bumpy ride, but so long as Dina was with her, she knew that she'd get through all of the trials and tribulations just fine. 

"I think I've got a name." Dina said, bringing Ellie out of her thoughts.

Ellie raised an eyebrow. "Oh, yeah? Whatcha got?" She replied, a small smirk resting on her lips.

"How does JJ sound?" Dina asked. Ellie's smirk grew into a wide smile of approval.

"I like that. Suits him perfectly." She said. 

After JJ was born, life for the two new mothers definitely became more hectic. 

JJ would start crying late at night, and Ellie, wanting her beloved girlfriend to get all of the sleep she could get, was always the one who got up to calm him down. She would gently bounce him, humming some random tune to get him to relax, before lying him back in his crib. Ellie missed out on a few hours of sleep because of this, but she didn't mind it one bit if it meant Dina would wake up well rested (sometimes, though, Dina would pretend to sleep just to hear Ellie sing).

Feeding JJ could be nightmarish too. He was a picky eater sometimes, and would throw food on the floor or spit it out onto his bib, causing Ellie to roll her eyes and Dina to giggle at the sight. Dina was definitely more patient when it came to JJ but she knew Ellie would get there – slowly, but surely. 

Changing diapers was mostly a Dina thing until Ellie got the hang of it. Before, she would always put them on backwards, much to Dina's confusion. 

Aside from all of the difficulties, there were plenty of joyous moments that the two mothers shared with their son. Often, Ellie would play guitar for him. Whenever Ellie was out hunting, or doing some general sweeps around the outer perimeter of the house, Dina would spend that time coloring with him, or playing with wooden shapes. She tried to get him to participate in activities that would not only be fun for him but educational as well. If Dina was busy, Ellie loved to (carefully) run around the house with JJ on her shoulders, his contagious laughter bouncing off of the walls. 

At night, Ellie and Dina loved to read him bedtime stories, both playing multiple characters and doing the silliest voices they could come up with until JJ slowly drifted away into a peaceful slumber. 

The both of them would then climb into bed together, exchanging "I love yous," after which Dina would continue to read her parenthood guidebooks and Ellie would begin yet another chapter of Savage Starlight, the both of them sitting in a comfortable silence.

#ellie williams #tlou #the last of us #tlou fic #ellie tlou fic #the last of us fic #ellie x dina #dellie #elliedina #ellie tlou fanfiction #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams fic #the last of us part 2 #tlou2 fic #tlou2 fanfic #ellie williams x reader #tlou2

[h0neyfreak]

if you have ADHD and struggle with cleaning/keeping things clean, I’m going to offer some aggressively practical advice that may or may not work but has been so helpful for me to keep a base level of tidiness without losing a whole day to cleaning hyperfocus or ending up stressed to the point of crying about how much stuff I have to deal with.

(It’s best suited if you’re in your own apartment/house and have multiple rooms to manage.) But just start moving. Walk around your place. Put on some music or a YouTube video or whatever floats your boat in your headphones and go for a stroll. See some scissors on the coffee table? Snag em on your way by and drop them off where they go. A dish in your bedroom? Bring that bad boy to the sink as you round the corner. Going room by room or breaking tasks into smaller chunks honestly just stresses me out more lmao but wandering around aimlessly emptying trash bins and tossing socks into the hamper as I notice them?? Now I’m just playing one of those object spotter games babey. No pressure there. If I’m feeling extra ambitious I’ll carry a trash bag with me. Can’t get overwhelmed by a room if I leave it two seconds later. Something doesn’t have a place to go? Make one! Or leave it! Who cares!

A bonus tip is to go to Target or Goodwill or Homegoods or any place that has cheap bins/baskets (little ones that you’d keep pencils or rolls of tape or something in not large storage totes) and keep a few sets on hand. If you realize you’ve accumulated a comical number of sharpies you can go grab a little pencil tray for them and suddenly they have a place to go and now when you find a sharpie on the ground you can toss it in the sharpie bin. Doesn’t matter if the sharpie bin is still on the ground, I’m not going to slip and die in a marker-based Looney Tunes incident and I know if I need a sharpie I go to the spot on the floor next to my bookshelf.

And if you go for a walk and don’t pick up anything that’s also fine you at least moved around a bit. Familiarized yourself with the landscape.

It also tricks my brain into seeing “moving from one room to the other = picking up a few things to put away” which just generally helps keep piles from getting out of hand.

Once I’ve made a few laps things are generally tidy enough to do the same thing with vacuuming/wiping down surfaces/dusting etc.

(side note but if you’re in HS/otherwise living with your parents and being constantly squished under a hydraulic press of shame and pressure about your inability to keep your room clean without actually being given coping skills or help, I see you and I love you and I was you and having a messy living space is not actually a moral failing it’s just a thing that happens sometimes)

#adhd #adhd advice #adhd adult #actually adhd #adult adhd #cleaning advice #cleaning hack #adhd tips

[sstar-nerd]

Ok, I have risen from the dead because these two are hilarious to me in their entire concept.

So everyone is talking about the Vox and Alastor rivalry especially with the season finale with Vox’s commentary and the torn photo. Like, those two fucking HATE each other so comically. Everyone says it’s more on Vox’s side but I disagree cause on the very first episode Alastor HATES having to deal with video and being recorded. Maybe we didn’t pick up on it before but he’s very subtly INSULTING Vox that whole time.

But, could anyone discuss how funny it would be if they were still friends THIS ENTIRE TIME. Has anyone had those two friends who throw insults and fight with each other 24/7 but they’re actually super close? Like BFF levels of close? Just me?

Think about it: Alastor’s radio broadcasting things were still there after 7 years. You can’t tell me Vox wouldn’t have brought those down at some point even if someone else used them? Or just built some as his own version to display some sort of power grab? Like c’mon even if they were there for an important reason Vox would have found a way to take them over.

It would just be so funny for both sides to hear only insults about the other- constant slander and threats almost daily. Vox will not shut up about how much of a has-been Alistor is and about how he was gone for 7 years just RAGING. And the other half Alastor refuses to allow TVs into the hotel, constantly insults videos or any V products, and keeps making sly insults about Vox ANYTIME a video or TV is even referenced near him.

So it comes a time for the two groups to team up for one reason or another and they’re both dreading it. Val doesn’t want to deal with a grouchy and pissed Vox the entire partnership and Velvette knows she won’t get a moments peace. Charlie is coming up with plans on how to get the two to get along while Vaggie is simultaneously strategizing how to keep them away from each other. Everyone else in the hotel is all tensed and worried.

Than comes the meeting. They’re staring each other down for a good couple moments as the others around them make awkward small talk and then:

Vox: NO CALL!!!

Al: I don’t use-

Vox: NO LETTER!!!

Al: I WAS BUSY!

Vox: Doing what? Being old?

Al: Regaining my sanity after our last brunch.

Vox: Oh I make ONE bland dish and you-

And then the two are arguing for HOURS. There’s not a soul in that room who has the bravado to get in between them or butt in. They’re all either terrified or seriously confused. Eventually the argument boils down to something akin to an actual conversation like two friends catching up.

Someone, I think Charlie, asks them about their rivalry and if they can work together now. Vox and Al share a confused look before they realize: they had never told anyone the status of their relationship. Vox is doubled over laughing while Alastor has his face in his hands trying not to do the same thing. Everyone is concerned.

When they’re done they have to tell the two groups how they knew each other for forever since their respective falls and had even heard about each other when they were alive. They became extremely close friends shortly after meeting and only became ‘rivals’ when they thought they were both becoming to arrogant and unchallenged.

Their friends are all horrified and confused.

Vox and Al think it’s hilarious.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin vox #hazbin headcanons

[stealingpotatoes]

And I'll Go With You

Summary: After finding out about their long lost family, the Naberries invite Luke & Leia to the family home for a traditional Naboo dinner. Leia’s feeling a bit overwhelmed by it all.

(sequel to my pooja meets the twins comic that got too long (nearly 3k) and turned into a fic instead of a 2nd comic!!) -- [also on ao3!]

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It wasn’t like Luke had been eating badly these past few months. Ever since the Rebellion had become the New Republic, rations had been swapped out for consistent, mostly-hearty meals. There were still battlefields and shoddy basecamps, of course, where the food primarily consisted of ration packs and whatever the base cooks could make with what they’d managed to get through battle lines. Yet those were slowly becoming the exception and not the rule, especially as Luke fell further into the ancient role of Jedi diplomat, helping Leia convince systems to join the New Republic. Battles in politics tended to mean fancy meals with too many people and food Luke couldn’t even begin to understand. Even moreso for him than most; politicians and the like were more than happy to offer their finest meals to the Jedi master who’d blown up the Death Star and supposedly defeated the Emperor. 

But none of that fine cheffery compared to the simple stomach-filling warmth of a home-cooked meal -- especially not a home-cooked meal prepared by his grandmother (he had one of those now!) for him, his sister, and their entire family. 

Luke looked around the Naberrie dining room, joy bubbling in his chest and stomach at the warmly-lit sight. Empty dishes and plates stretched across the long table, that had earlier been filled with all kinds of Naboo dishes Luke had never seen or tried before. At either head of the table, his grandparents sat laughing at something Ryoo, sitting by their grandmother, had just said. At Luke’s side, Leia was enraptured in a quiet conversation with their cousin and her old colleague, Pooja, that Luke imagined he wouldn’t understand even if he was listening. His aunt and uncle, Sola and Darred, were the only ones not seated, circling around the table and dilligently clearing up the wreckage of the family meal.

“Are you sure you don't want some help with that?” Luke asked Sola as she piled up another plate opposite him.  

“Really Luke, it’s alright,” she replied with a kind smile.

Luke half expected an assertion that he was their guest to follow, but none came. The blank space left a sunny feeling in his chest; he wasn’t a guest here, he was family. Completely and utterly welcome, as if he’d been a part of that family his whole life, and not as of a few days ago. 

He was so wrapped up in the small joy that he almost didn’t notice Leia’s quiet excuse me, before she gently placed her napkin down on the table and gracefully got up to leave the dining room. 

Luke doubted the Naberries thought anything of it -- Leia’s years of politics made her far too good at hiding her emotions to let them do otherwise. She was so good that even the strongest of force users might not have been able to sense it through her mental and expressive shields. But Luke was not any old strong force user; he was Leia's twin, and so her secret turmoil blared in his head like a whirring attack alarm. 

He cleared his throat and excused himself too, not sticking around to field anyone’s quick questions (though knowing he should’ve). He wound through the love-filled house, following his senses and memory of the tour they’d been given earlier to reach the starlike presence of his sister. He passed through only two short hallways, both’s walls were filled to the brim with memories he’d never known. Holos of his young cousins, of Sola and Darred on their wedding, and of a brown-haired woman Luke wished he’d known as mom. He’d learn every story behind each of the pictures and keepsakes, some day. 

He reached the back garden door -- a light, wooden thing, as ornately simple as the rest of the house -- and stepped into the early night. 

The garden was hardly cold, but the sudden coolness compared to the hearth-warmth of the house bit at Luke. He stared up for a moment. Three moons hung white in the sky, painting the white house walls and the green of the garden in blueish moonlight. It was strange how it reminded him of home and yet was so different. Tatooine too had three moons, though all it did was turn golden sand a deep, colourless blue or silver. Never the friendly blue of Naboo’s.

Shaking himself from the thought, he easily spotted his sister standing cross-armed in front of a neat, flowery maybe-vegetable patch. Her white, Naboo-style dress with puffy sleeves and a many-layered skirt stood out against the dark of the moonlit garden as if it were a small, fourth moon itself. 

Leia had bought the dress shortly before their diplomatic trip to Naboo for any formal dinners they would be invited to as a part of their Republic negotiations with the Naboo. It was, apparently, very strategically important to acknowledge the culture of those you wished to diplomatise with -- even if Luke and his poor galactic fashion knowledge thought the dress looked no different from any of her Alderaanian dresses. He supposed it was lucky he got to wear his Jedi robes everywhere. 

“Hey,” Luke started, stepping up beside her, careful not to get his boots too close to the pristine flowers. 

Leia smiled up at him, almost hiding her sorrowful expression. “Hi.” 

She glanced back at the windows of the house, where warm, orange light diffused out across the neatly cut lawn, not quite reaching their night-blue patch of the garden. “You didn’t need to come out here for me,” she half-apologised. “It’s cold, you should get back to dinner.” 

“I wanted to make sure you were okay.” 

Leia opened her mouth, but quickly closed it, as if realising I’m fine was a useless excuse to your brother who could sense your emotions. “You didn’t have to do that.” 

“You’re my sister, yes, I do,” Luke smiled with a slight shake of his head. After a breath, e leaned down slightly, trying to better enter Leia’s pointed-down sightline. “Hey, if you want to leave, I’m sure we can come up with some urgent New Republic excuse.” 

Leia was the far better liar, but Luke had the added advantage of being one of the only Jedi in the galaxy. If Leia didn’t come up with some political excuse, Luke could always make something up about the force that nobody could refute. 

Luke shrugged. “We’ve been here half the day, anyway, I’m sure they won’t take it personally if we miss one last course. There’ll be other--” 

“No, no, I want to stay,” Leia shook her head with a sure furrow of her brow. “Really, I just needed some air. I don’t-- I can’t leave this.” 

Luke nodded, hoping she didn’t notice how thankful he was that he didn’t have to go. 

“It’s a nice night to be out.”

“Mm. Naboo’s temperature is quite agreeable,” Leia said, her voice growing politically hollow. 

What were they doing, talking about the weather like they were at some stunted party? Luke wanted to say Leia, we both know I’m bad at this not-talking-about-feelings thing, please just tell me what’s on your mind, but he knew his sister well enough to know a brute-force question like that wouldn’t get much out of her. He needed to wait and let her talk on her own terms. So Luke left a gentle space in the air between them, one that Leia could fill when she was ready. Only quiet night birds and the faint rustle of garden trees were so brave as to interrupt it. 

“Maybe I came out here for more than air…” Leia mumbled, predictably rewarding the silence after some long moments. “It's only that they’re so… I don’t know how to say this.” 

“It’s okay, you can say whatever it is,” he managed through the slight panic entering his mind. Did Leia not like their new family? But they were so nice! They were perfect! 

Clearly noticing the worry knotted in his brow, Leia held her hands up. “No, no, it’s nothing against them. It’s barely even about them as people, it’s just…” 

Luke only watched for her continuation, aware all he could do was try to project his own comfort through the force.

Leia forced a deep breath in and out, clenching her eyes shut for a short moment. “When I lost Alderaan, I lost everyone. I lost my father, my mother-- anyone I’d so much as briefly considered family. I had nobody to call my own. Nobody. And I thought that was going to be it, forever. I thought that I would never have any family ever again.” 

“But then,” a smile crept onto Leia’s lips as she gave Luke a short glance, “you came blasting into my life and you told me about everything, and suddenly I had family-- I had a brother!”

“Blasting is a bit of a strong word…”

Leia levelled him a raised eyebrow. “Is there a weaker word you think fits better, then?”

Luke huffed out a chuckle, remembering how quickly their first meeting had devolved into a blaster fight and a narrow escape of death. “I guess blasting works.”

Leia let out a quiet sigh, her presence brightening. “And suddenly it’s not just you, it’s our grandparents, our aunt, our uncle, our cousins, and it’s all…” Leia trailed off. 

Luke nodded slowly. 

Finding the Naberries had been very different for the two of them, but only now did he appreciate the true difference in what their new family meant for them both. 

He’d had little cause to think of what new family meant to the two of them before, given how easily she accepted Luke as her brother, and how resolutely she refused to accept Vader as her father. Luke had thought it was so simple; that it was just Luke was good in her eyes, Vader was not. He saw now that it ran deeper than just Vader’s evil. 

Luke loved his aunt and uncle, but they’d never claimed to be his parents. They had always left room for Luke to long for a mother and father, to dream of the people they never spoke about. He had despised the reality of his father at first, but come to accept that while Vader was not the father he dreamed of, he was Luke’s father nonetheless. However awkwardly he had filled that lifelong gap.

To Leia, Vader was not only a villain, but an invasive species. A predator, encroaching on the still-sore memory of Bail and Breha Organa. He could not be her father; that position belonged solely and permanently to Bail and nobody else. Vader would only ever be relegated to a ‘birth father’ -- and that was only on days that Leia felt particularly merciful. 

The Naberries, on the other hand, didn’t stand to replace anyone. Padmé Amidala, their mother (force, that was weird to think), may have stood too close to Breha’s position -- but Luke suppose finding out your birth mother was your childhood hero and a founder of the rebellion was very different to finding out your parent was the Emperor’s genocidal attack dog. And even then, she was gone now. She could play little part other than a puzzle piece and a forgotten memory; she did not threaten to take a dead parent's place like the living Vader had once done. 

The rest of the Naberries were purely happy additions to their family. There was no limit to how many aunts and uncles and cousins you would have, and neither twin had ever had grandparents before. Their family had become so full and so big with only a chance meeting of Leia’s old Senate colleague Pooja (and some intervention from an unsettling resourceful woman named Sabé). It had all happened so fast, and it was so wonderful… and so easily overwhelming. 

Even Luke struggled to get his mind over all the sudden expansions to his once-thought-gone family, and his grief over two family members and strange hermit mentor was hardly comparable Leia’s planet-sized grief. He knew it wasn’t, because he had felt the difference for himself, every time she saw a certain plant or a heard a certain phrase. Such little things would bombard their force-bond with the soul-crushing grief that had hit Leia out of seeming nowhere. 

Luke stretched the force out to Leia now, focusing on her shields as uninvasively as he could. Her heavy mantle of grief lay near-dormant, at least, but it was still present in the back of her mind. 

Leia glanced up at him from the flowers, perhaps sensing his search despite her lack of training. If she did, she made no comment. 

Luke put his flesh hand on her shoulder. 

Leia delicately rested her own hand on it, bringing her eyes to firmly meet his. “I am okay. It’s just… it’s…” Leia -- the princess whose educated words never faltered, the general who could muster the greatest of speeches out of thin air -- stuttered.

“It’s a lot to deal with,” Luke offered. 

Leia gave him a nod. 

“But you're not dealing with it alone,” he said, turning around to face Leia in full. After a moment of quiet staring up, she turned to face him too. “I know this isn't all quite the same for me. I know it’s… a different kind of difficult. Still, I’m here. I’m always here for you. And I’m sure all of them are too,” Luke said with a nod back to the house. 

Leia hummed in agreement-acknowledgement.

“I don't think they're expecting you -- expecting either of us -- to be completely and suddenly okay with this. I’m sure it’s almost as much for them as it is for us. But they're our family. We may not know each other very well yet, but they already love us so much.”

Luke knew it so certainly; he could sense all the Naberries’ love for the twins, as strong as the heat of the suns on a Tatooine noon. Mottled by cloudy grief in places, but always oh-so present. It radiated off each of them in waves whenever Luke and Leia were around. 

“I think I’m just trying to say it’s okay,” Luke concluded, losing steam in his speech. “However you’re feeling now, it’s gonna be okay.” 

Silence drifted between them, entirely comfortable and nothing like the eager, questioning one Luke had left earlier.

“Thank you,” Leia smiled finally.

Luke shook his head. “It’s nothing.” 

“No, really, thank you. I don’t think I say it enough, but I love you Luke. I’m-- thank you. For being my brother.” 

Before Luke could even think of replying, Leia crashed into him, wrapping her arms around his robes and shoving her face into his shoulder. Luke caved into the hug, pulling his arms tight around his sister in return. 

“I love you too,” he replied softly. 

They stayed like that for a good few moments, fused together like twin stars, basking in each other’s presence as if they truly were so. The galaxy seemed so utterly at peace in the garden around their tight-armed cradling, like it had never faced a single war or fight, like Luke and Leia had always been one and never been ripped apart by the tragedy of circumstance. 

Luke sensed Pooja’s presence -- joyous, if a little timid -- before he heard her treading over the grass towards him and his twin. The two of them pulled apart to face Pooja at the same time, arms still half-pressed together. 

Pooja came to a slow stop as they did, standing still in the bright square of warm window-light. It painted the the cream of her dress a loving orange and made her half-up curls near-glow with its source behind her. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt…” she started serenely, half-smiling at her cousins standing shoulder-to-shoulder in the blue near-dark. 

Leia shook her head, moving towards Pooja. “We were just about to come back in anyway.” 

Pooja brightened, bringing her hands to an almost-clap. “Perfect timing! I came to tell you Grandma’s about to serve up dessert. It’s cake, her speciality.” 

“Sounds wonderful,” Luke’s mouth watered at the thought of more of Jobal Naberrie’s cooking, despite the protests from his already-full stomach. 

“Not as wonderful as it tastes. Now come on!” Pooja over-gestured. “If we don't hurry, Ryoo will have eaten all of it before we get there!”

Leia laughed with all the gentle warmth of the Naboo sun. “We’re coming Pooja, don't worry!”

They followed their hurried cousin back to the nearby door, forming a line as they reached the portico of the entrance.

“I'm so happy we found you both,” Pooja admitted quietly as she held the door open for her cousins. The two of them stepped back into gentle embrace of the family home, something sweet hanging in the warm air. 

Leia gave Luke a quick glance before she turned to Pooja; “I’m happy we found you too.”

#luke skywalker #leia organa #pooja naberrie #sola naberrie #jobal naberrie #ruwee naberrie #ryoo naberrie #darred naberrie #star wars #potes wrotes #skywalker twins #space twins #skywalkers & naberries

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

@steddiemas Day 18 -  Classic Christmas Songs (The First Nöel)

pairing: steddie | word count: 1,924 | rated: G

It didn’t take too long after the song started for Eddie to want out.

He debated staying, just to listen to Steve sing along to it under his breath while he meticulously weaved strips of dough over a pie with what Eddie thinks is way too huge a mound of blueberries, but even that didn’t help.

Steve’s ‘everyone over for Christmas dinner before Christmas’ idea made Eddie skeptical at first, having literally everyone (the Hendersons, Mrs. Wheeler along with Nancy, Mike, and Holly, The Sinclairs, the Hopper-Byers clan, Gareth and Freak along with Jeff and his mom, the Buckleys (of course), and even he and Wayne) together under one roof seemed like a disaster waiting to happen.

But no.

Everyone got along great, the lot of them snacking on meats and cheeses, stolen candy and cookies that Steve had made over the last couple days, Wayne, Hop, and Claudia are fussing over two whole turkeys and a huge ham, and Joyce, Karen and Lucas are whipping up huge batches of side dishes.

And it doesn’t usually affect him this bad anymore, but that damned song paired with all of their huge chosen family together under one roof like this, warm, happy, healthy…he had to leave. 

He did not want to get emotional in front of them.

The sound of the door sliding on its track breaks Eddie’s reverie. It was longer than he thought it’d take for someone to come looking for him, but he suspects that it was done on purpose.

He doesn’t look back at who decided to grace him with their presence, but immediately knows who it is when a hat gets pushed down onto his head, just a bit too far down.

“You’re not catching a cold on my watch, Munson.”

Eddie pushes the fold of the knit cap off his eyes, “Wasn’t planning on it Steve-o.”

“Coulda fooled me. As if trying to withstand a whole winter in a leather jacket isn’t gonna give you a cold.”

A snort of a laugh escapes Eddie’s lips at Steve’s sarcastic tone. “I have, and no colds yet.”

“Uh huh. Sure.” Steve says, sitting down beside him.  “That’s why you borrowed my old puffer coat last time you were here, right?”

The lone poolside chair not packed away for the season wasn’t his first choice of seating, but it was the only one. Though Steve’s dry heat beside him is already a welcome balance to the cold metal and plastic of the chair.

Eddie’s lips twitch up into a brief smile, “I didn’t want to get mine all wet.”

They fall silent after that, and Eddie fishes his lighter and pack of Marlboro’s out of his pocket, pulling one out of the carton and lighting it up.

He offers one to Steve, but he waves him off.

“So.” Steve says after about half the cigarette was gone.

“So?”

“Are you alright, Eddie?”

He stays silent, debating whether or not to actually tell Steve what was wrong or just brush it off again.

“Was it something I–we said? Or did?” Eddie caught the slip, and decided he was going to tell him, but Steve continued on, “I know you’re not the biggest fan of Christmas anyway..”

“No, it’s not—” Eddie heaves a sigh, and even he can hear the exasperated relenting in it. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Steve. None of you did.”

He takes a drag and blows out a long stream of steamy breath and smoke. It hits him then, before he even speaks, that he’s being dramatic. Has been being dramatic. What a stupid thing to get emotional about.

“My middle name is Nöel. Like, fully, exactly how it’s supposed to be spelled for the holidays. The two dots over the O and everything. So it’s just me being dramatic; it gets annoying to hear all season.”

At first, Eddie thinks he’s gotten away with it, that Steve’s silence is just satisfied understanding, but just before he’s about to put himself back on the right way to go back inside, Steve speaks again.

“Where’d the name come from?”

Eddie finally looks over at him, taking in the comically mismatched pink My Little Pony scarf (Erica’s) and bright safety green beanie (Robin’s) he’d thrown on before coming out to the patio. “..Huh?”

Eloquent as ever, Munson.

“C’mon man.” Steve says, rolling his eyes fondly and nudging Eddie’s shoulder with his own. “You act like I don’t know you.”

Eddie’s “You don’t.” is automatic.

Steve just scoffs, “You disappeared without a word, man; normally you announce, with wildly different levels of dramatics each time, that you’re going to smoke, or you ‘gotta take a leak’. You didn’t do that this time so naturally that means this was more than just getting annoyed by a Christmas carol.”

Eddie blinks at him. Stunned by the proof that he, Eddie Munson, was one of the people Steve used his almost insane levels of observation on after all. Usually it’s wasted on the kids; Steve’s acute ability to hone in on exactly what each of the party needs at any given time—how Steve has encyclopedic knowledge on each of their favorite snacks, their preferred drinks, games, movies, which blankets they like to steal from the Harringtons’ nearly bottomless linen closet—almost always goes unappreciated. 

“I may not get a lot of things, but I do pay attention to the people I care about.” Steve continues on, voicing Eddie’s thoughts.

“You a mind reader now too, Harrington?”

Steve grins at him, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Nah man, I’m just a damn good babysitter.”

Eddie huffs out another laugh, “Sorry to tell ya this, but I don’t need to be babied or sat.”

He doesn’t say anything more, just waits for Eddie to continue.

“It was my mom.” Eddie finally concedes, “She gave me the name Nöel. So you kinda hit it on the head, there is more to it than just the song.

“Wayne says she chose it because she loved the season, that it was when she felt most at peace no matter what else was going on in her life.”

Steve is quiet beside him, just existing in the space while Eddie finishes off his cigarette.

“And that’s why I get so salty about Christmas. It’s not because she died around this time of year, which doesn’t help of course, it’s because she loved the holiday so much. I mean,” he snorts, “She named me after it after all. So this time of year always felt so wrong without her.”

He stubs the flame under his boot, scrubbing it into the concrete and promising himself he’ll come back for the butt later (he’ll forget). 

The younger man is silent for two more breaths.

“Eddie, I am so sorry..”

All he can do is shrug, “It’s fine Steve, I’m used to that song by now–well, I was.”

“What changed?”

Eddie lets out another steadying breath. “When I was little, down in Tennessee, it was worse because I was little. All the crafts and games and things they did with first and middle names in elementary school y’know?” He sees Steve nod out of the corner of his eye. “The kids down there would sing the damn song at me to make fun of me. After I came up here to live with Wayne it got better…kinda.

“The kids here didn’t know what my middle name was, and Wayne would switch the radio station if that godforsaken song would come on come December, but even then, every time it did come up…it was like a pointed little finger poked into the bruise left behind after mom died.” Eddie says, jabbing the air in front of him with his own finger in a harsh movement before letting his hand drop back down to his lap. “It was starting to get better, hearing my name like that.”

“How so?” Steve’s voice lilts into something eager, but just barely.

Eddie sucks in a deep breath and the cold, dry air burns his nose as he does.

“You.” he states, using all the breath he’d taken in on the one word. 

“Me?” Steve asks in disbelief.

“Ever since I found out that you also think November 1st means Christmas decorations need to be up.” Eddie nods, he wasn’t about to tell him about the soupy gut feeling he’d gotten when he heard Steve singing along to that stupid fuckin’ song. “Annoying, but it was the same when I was little.

“You should see the pictures,” he grins, continuing on, “A little Batman helping mom put up the tree because I didn’t want to take off my costume–even slept in it a couple times, waking up the next morning to hot chocolate, candy canes, and popcorn garlands.”

“That’s adorable.” Steve laughs, and Eddie laughs with him, his chest feeling miles looser than when he first came out here.

They’re silent for a bit, listening to the muffed yells of the kids coming from inside about who knows what.

“I’ll follow Wayne’s example,” Steve says eventually. “I’ll make sure to change the station, won’t sing it any—”

“Nah, no way man. You don’t have to do that. Like I said, it was getting better.”

“Still, I don’t want to make you upset.”

“Don’t worry about it Stevie,” he sniffs, looking over the empty pool, “I like when you sing it.” he admits before he can stop himself. 

Aw fuck.

“You do?”

 “I do.” 

What the fuck are you doing?!

“You do.” Steve states as if he doesn’t believe him.

Eddie nods silently, gulps around the nerves in his throat. “It’s stupid, but it’s like you’re singing about me rather than at me. It’s…nice.”

Steve falls quiet, so he turns to face him again; Steve’s eyes are wide, cheeks red from the cold and otherwise pale.

Shocked. And not in a good way.

“Just don’t tell any of the other jerks, ‘kay?” Eddie laughs, it comes out strained. “They’d definitely be singing it at me if they found out.”

Steve’s face thaws into something softer at that, his lips twitch like they want to smile. 

“Also, I hardly doubt Henderson’s got nearly as good a voice as you do.”

That finally melts him completely, “Henderson’s actually got some pipes on him.” he laughs softly and knocks his shoulder into Eddie’s. “You should hear his Madonna.”

“Yeah no. No thank you.” Eddie says as he stands, “C’mon Stevie, let’s go back in and eat. It’s time to eat already, right?” He offers him a hand.

Steve takes it and pulls himself up, “After you, Edward Nöel.” he does a sarcastic half-bow, waving Eddie forward.

Eddie scoffs at him, but starts toward the door nevertheless. “That’s not even what Eddie’s short for.”

“Aw, what?! What’s it short for?”

“Nuh uh, I already bared one part of my soul tonight.” (“Aw come on!”) Maybe I’ll tell you after we’ve been friends for another nine months or so.”

Steve laughs as they reach the sliding door. “Lookin’ forward to it, Eds.” 

Eddie’s about to slide it open when Steve suddenly stops him, grabbing his wrist.

“Wait–Eddie, before we go back inside, I wanted to ask you something.”

“Uh, yeah, sure. Shoot.” he turns to face him properly.

Eddie watches Steve’s eyes flicker over his face. They hover somewhere below his nose before coming back up to lock onto his eyes.

“Can I kiss you?’

“C–can you kiss– What?! Why? When—”

Steve stops Eddie's spluttering when he tilts his head back to look above them.

God. Damn. Mistletoe.

yes, my first name is noelle. why do you ask? no, no, of course i didn't give eddie that middle name just to vent about that damn song... 😳😅

other parts! Pt. 1 (Day 1) | Pt. 2 (Day 2) | Pt. 3 (Day 5) | Pt. 4 (Day 6) | Pt. 5 (Day 7) | Pt. 6 (Day 11) | Pt. 7 (Day 13) | Pt. 8 (Day 18) [YOU ARE HERE] | Pt. 9 (Day 21) | Pt. 10 (Day 25) also on AO3! this year

#did anyone guess that was eddie's issue with that song? #(did anyone notice he had an issue with the song?) #did anyone guess i was gonna be on my theodore > teddy > eddie bullshit again? #CAUSE THAT'S WHERE IT'S GOING LMAOOO #also: #in my mind this is happening on the 21st #that was the sunday before christmas in 1986 #the 25th was on a thursday that year #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #christmas #the first noel #st #steve harrington x eddie munson #eddie munson x steve harrington #stranger things #steddiemas #st fic #stranger things fic #steddie fic #eddeve #steveddie #noelle writes

[milflewis]

can we get sum established relationship sewis please

It’s Lewis who asks first.

He’s in the middle of washing up, sleeves pushed to his elbows, hands tucked into reusable gloves. The radio is turned down low, the Beatles humming about Jude in the background. It is a Wednesday evening and there is nothing to do but clean and watch the sun set. Lewis might see if Sebastian will let him eat him out later.

Sebastian made a vegan lasagne for dinner and he's sitting at the table, chin propped up on a fist, writing notes in his little red recipe book. He is muttering quietly to himself, tapping his cheek with the horribly bitten end of his pencil. There are different coloured tabs sticking out at the sides.

It’s the second new dish he's made this week and whenever Sebastian cooks, Lewis washes. His curls are golden under the setting sun, face shadowed, they should probably turn on one of the lamps, and Lewis loves him.

“Marry me?” Lewis asks.

Sebastian hums. “Ah, what?”

Lewis smiles, turning to lean back against the counter, slipping his gloves off. “Marry me.”

It slipped out the first time; so easy and casual he didn't even think about it. This time it is more solid. This time he can hold it in his hands.

Sebastian pauses, pencil stilling. “What?”

Lewis keeps smiling.

“Shut up,” Sebastian says, eyes growing wide, mouth a little slack. He looks furious. “No! Shut up, no. No, no!”

Lewis exhales quickly, laughing. “Sorry, can you repeat that? I don’t think I heard you say no the first time?”

Sebastian throws his pencil at him. It lands in the suds with a plonk! His chair falls out from under him as he jumps to his feet, banging his knee against the table. Lewis winces, opening his mouth.

“No! Don’t say anything,” Sebastian hisses, finger pointing at Lewis. “You’re not allowed to speak.”

Lewis raises his eyebrows. Sebastian looks away, pulling at his hair. He’s trying not to smile. It’s not very successful.

Lewis feels a little cracked open, spilling out at the edges. There’s a tightening low in his gut, a pull and then buzzing filling his stomach. Sebastian’s palms are open and raised at the ceiling as he breathes. “I had a plan,” he says, and Lewis swallows back a laugh.

“Yeah?”

Sebastian makes a low noise in the back of his throat. His mouth turns down, tugging his whole face with it. He could be twenty three again and back in that RedBull suit. “I didn't say you could speak.”

Lewis mimes zipping his mouth shut. He wipes his hands on his jeans and starts walking over to Sebastian.

“I had a plan.” Sebastian still isn't looking at him. “You ruined it. There was going to be lights and dinner and music and Roscoe was going to come into the room carrying it around his neck. We discussed this, you know. You’re being very inconsiderate.”

Lewis frowns. “You never mentioned this to me.”

Sebastian rolls his eyes, looking at him finally. “Not me and you,” he says, delighted, unable to help himself. “Me and Roscoe. I planned it out with him. He had a lot to say, of course, being your kid. Couldn’t shut him up.”

“Oh,” Lewis says, ignoring the hypocrisy. “Oh.”

His hands curve around Sebastian’s hips like they always do. thumb sneaking under his flannel shirt. His skin is room warm and soft. He presses his thumbs into the flesh there, revelling in the give of muscle and fat. “I could take it back if you like. So you can do it again.”

Sebastian’s face twists comically, a half grimace, half smile kind of thing. Ridiculous, Lewis thinks, and can't help but press a kiss into the corner of his mouth where it's stubbornly turned up slightly despite Sebastian’s best efforts.

Sebastian’s hands are heavy in his hair and Lewis leans into him. Sebastian shifts his feet, settling his weight in the ground. Lewis tucks his face into Seb’s neck for a moment. breathing him in. He’s started using Lewis’s soap and it mixes well with his own deodorant and the two in one he uses because it’s efficient, Lewis, stop touching my stuff.

“No. You’ve ruined it now.”

Lewis hums. “Well, you're the one who said no, so if we’re going to talk about who ruined whose proposal…”

Sebastian pulls on his hair until Lewis is laughing in his face.

“You’re the worst,” Sebastian says.

“So are you.” Lewis grins. “We should probably get married then. Save the rest of the world from our awfulness.”

Sebastian’s eyes do that melting thing that they do when Lewis manages to say something he finds particularly wonderful or dirty and kisses him quiet, one hand in his hair, the other falling to his waist. His palm covers Lewis’s hand, thumb pressing into his ring finger.

When Sebastian asks Lewis, weeks later, dong the whole thing he said he’d do, and Lewis looks at him, the grey on his temples highlighted by the candles, the dinner laid out perfectly — vegan lasagne — and Roscoe, who is freshly washed and carrying a glinting ring that Lewis has seen in photos at Sebastian’s parents’ house on a purple pillow tied around his back, and says, “No,” Sebastian throws a spoon at him.

#feeling v fluffy n light tonight ngl #sewis #little fics #anon tag #niamh.asks

[discotenny]

I have some thoughts about Sasara

———

Sasara Nurude doesn’t have many secrets to him.

Everyone knows Sasara Nurude is afraid of storms. Rosho is well aware of his unfortunate fear. He knows from the way his friend subtly trembles at the slightest show of turbulent clouds. He knows from the way he tries his hardest to get home way before the forecast states rain.

Everyone knows Sasara Nurude doesn’t smoke anymore. Samatoki is well aware that his old friend quit once their partnership ended. He knows from the way his nose scrunches up whenever he or someone else lights a cigarette around him. He sees the way Sasara reaches for the candy bag in his pocket whenever it happens.

Everyone knows Sasara Nurude loves okonomiyaki and hates monjayaki. Rei is well aware of his insistence. He knows from the first time he threw a fit like a toddler when Rei ordered monjayaki for their table to share. He knows from Sasara’s face when he opens his bento- joyous and excited- even if the okonomiyaki is a day old.

There isn’t much the public doesn’t know about him.

Sasara Nurude has one secret to him.

Rei doesn’t know of you- you who greets him at the end of particularly long days with a homemade spread of okonomiyaki and accompanying dishes. Who sends him off in the morning with leftovers from the night before. Who texts him during lunch to see if he ate and enjoyed his meal- who he texts back messages upon messages with a billion emojis of excitement and praise.

Samatoki doesn’t know of you- you who has been by his side since the break up of Mad Comic Dialogue. Who supported him as he made the effort to quit smoking. Who buys candies way before he’s set to run out. Who made him feel whole once a part of him went missing.

Rosho doesn’t know of you- you who comforts him during his lowest points. Who holds him at night when storms reign over- who let’s him hold you as tightly as he needs. Who texts him warnings if a storms coming to his area. Who meets him back at home with enough cuddles and kisses to make up for missed.

The public doesn’t know about Sasara Nurude’s beloved partner. Surprising- considering his loud mouth. But he would like to keep you his little secret, because Sasara Nurude wants just one thing to call his own.

———

I imagine Sasara would text similarly to how his seiyuu posts on Twitter LOL. But like 1000xx as hard on the emojis. Just like:

You: Did you have enjoy your meal today?

Sasara: ✨✨Yes yes yes✨✨ I ❤️❤️❤️loved❤️❤️❤️ it ‼️‼️so‼️‼️ much✨✨😁😆😂🙏💋💋💋✨✨

#sasara nurude #sasara x reader #Sasara #Sasara Nurude x reader #hypmic #hypmic x reader headcanons #hypnosis microphone x reader #hypnosis mic x reader headcanons #hypnosis mic x reader #hypnosis microphone #hypnosis microphone x reader headcanons #hypnosis mic #hypmic x reader #hypmic headcanons

[echo-goes-mmm]

Hoarding Behavior #9

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Warnings: dehumanization, objectification  

“Wake up, my treasure,” said a soft voice in his ear. River blearily opened his eyes to see Master sitting next to him, a warm smile on his face.

It seemed early, and Noct had never woken him up before. River yawned and sat up.

“What is it, Master?”

“We are going to see my hatch-mates,” Master Noct explained, brushing part of River’s hair away from his face. “I can not leave you by yourself.”

“Why?” he asked. Master never seemed to mind his questions, instead indulging his curiosity.

“I seal my nest when I leave for more than a day. I do not know how that affects the air in here, and who will light the lanterns for you when I am gone?”

“Oh.”

Noct seemed to be in a hurry; two bags already sat packed by the exit, and he had already laid out River’s clothes for the day.

The clothes consisted of a simple pair of pants and a long sleeved shirt, unlike the usual… revealing… outfits Master had him wear.

“I do not want you to get cold,” Noct explained, sensing his confusion. “I will be flying, and the wind will chill you.”

Breakfast was over quickly, and they headed outside after the dishes were clean.

“Wait here,” Master ordered. He walked off, and River wondered what he was up to, until Master changed into his large dragon form. He started to roll a large boulder towards the cavern entrance, and River understood what he meant by “sealing the nest”.

“Now we may go,” said Noct after he was done. He scooped River up in one hand, and the bags in another, before raising his massive ruby wings to fly into the air.

___________________

The flight was long, and despite their early start, it was nearing midday before they landed.

River didn’t know how fast they had been going, but they were certainly hundreds of miles from home.

To his surprise, they landed in a massive sheep pasture. He couldn’t even see the opposite fence when he looked for it, and there were just so many animals.

Even more strange, the sheep didn’t seem a bit bothered that a dragon had landed among them.

“Come,” Noct called. “My brother has his nest not far from here.”

It was true, it wasn’t far at all. And unlike Noct’s nest, it was unhidden, buried in a hill with a simple tapestry door.

But Noct did not enter the hill, instead walking up and over it. 

River followed him, and saw three dragons (purple, blue, green) in their small forms sitting on an innocuous picnic blanket. It was nearly comical; three huge predators lounging around casually.

“Noct,” greeted one of them, a man with purple scales and silver eyes. He was taller than Noct; they all were.

“Vixes,” grinned Master. He set the bags off to the side, and the two touched their foreheads together. Noct bumped into the other two, in an equally friendly gesture.

“Your sheep look well,” said Noct as he sat, and River awkwardly sat next to him. Master deemed this unacceptable, and tugged him into his lap instead.

“Thank you,” said Vixes. “The wool is coming in nicely.”

“Who is this?” interrupted the green dragon, a woman. She was a whole head taller than the rest, and River guessed she must be ten feet tall standing, not including her horns.

“A treasure of mine,” said Noct, proud. “I call him River.” Noct’s hand brushed over his stomach and River squirmed from the tickling sensation.

“How cute,” said the blue dragon. “May I?”

Noct pushed River off his lap, and the blue dragon pulled him forward by his hips.

“Be gentle, Anlis,” warned Noct. “He is delicate.”

River nervously turned back to look at Master, but he was sitting mostly unbothered.

“Look at me,” cooed Anlis, his hands roaming over River. Anlis had bronze-y eyes that scrutinized him.

“I have seen prettier humans,” he commented, “but he looks sweet.”

“I do not understand why you would collect a human,” said the lady dragon, whose name River still hadn’t caught. “I understand Vixes has his odd interest in sheep-”

Vixes hissed-

“But a human? What do you see in him?”

Anlis passed River back over to his Master, and Noct seemed relieved to have him in his lap again. River felt the same way; curling into Noct’s warm chest.

“It does not concern you, Siat.” 

“And I do not have an odd interest in sheep,” protested Vixes. “They are for wool. I hoard the finest cloth, and the best looms and spinning wheels, and-”

“Yes, yes, my apologies,” waved off Siat. “Still, my point stands.”

“It is not so strange,” Anlis said, “Humans are curious little creatures, and they make such fine things. Noct collects rare human items; why would he not want a human too?”

“Hm,” she hummed, neither disagreeing nor agreeing.

The mood lightened after lunch, and Vixes clearly was not interested in sheep for the sake of sheep, as their lunch was roasted mutton.

“Have you considered putting River in silk?” asked Vixes, “that cotton is a nice weave, but you could do better.”

“I do put him in silk. And gold, and other lovely things. I did not want him to get cold on the flight here. Humans have no inner fire, you know.”

Vixes hummed in agreement, and the conversation drifted to other things.

When evening broke, they moved into Vixes’s nest.

It was far different from Noct’s den. Instead of glittering cases of jewels and fine-hewn furniture, there were hanging tapestries with vivid colors. Glass containers of dyes lined a roughly-made shelf, and many, many bolts of fine fabrics were stacked neatly on a large rug.

Several looms sat in rows, with partially finished work, and a large sorting table held piles of wool.

The only consistency was perhaps the stone door that no doubt held food behind it, and the large bed dug into the floor.

“Did you make all this yourself?” asked River as they all sat in the nest. 

“Of course,” beamed Vixes as he settled into his bed. “I even breed my sheep to perfection. Only the best wool will do for my looms.”

“What happens to the sheep that aren’t good?”

“Dinner,” joked Anlis, and Siat nodded.

“Very practical,” she said.

“I could not possibly eat so much mutton so quickly. No, the bad sheep fill my belly, then my shepherds have their pick.”

“Shepherds?”

Vixen yawned, his long teeth flashing. “Mhm. I cannot watch my thousands of sheep myself. At first, I sold my bad sheep, but my herd became too big, and so I pay shepherds in sheep. Their new herds share my fields, their families get fed, the shepherd wool goes to market, and my sheep are safe.” he explained.

“I never sell my wool, and even my worst sheep make good fabric for humans, so they are happy. They even built a settlement nearby.”

“You mean, an entire village lives here simply because you had too many sheep?” asked River, impressed.

Vixes shrugged, unconcerned. “I do not mind. My sheep are fed and watered. That is all I am concerned with.” He laid down, and seemed more interested in sleeping than elaborating.

Analis and Siat quietly chatted with each other, and Noct was already half asleep, purring. He tugged River down to lay with him, and River obliged. 

He cuddled close into his chest, and despite the fact that he was in a nest with four whole dragons, River didn’t feel unsafe at all in Noct’s arms.

It was probably the safest place in the world.

taglist: @paintedpigeon1 @haro-whumps @mj-or-say10 @annablogsposts @pumpkin-spice-whump

#WE'RE SO BACK BABY #finally off hiatus! #hoarding behavior #my writing #whump #slavery whump

[moineauz]

જ⁀ 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐊𝐄

synopsis: in which zhongli- a most doting partner- decides to not only surprise you, but personally bake you a cake for your birthday.

side comments: this is for @staarri 100 followers and birthday event! i hope you like it- can't wait for more events <3 hope i’m not too late 😅

extra: fluff, gn reader, inspired by spring and my love for baking, word count: roughly 786

Zhongli is- undoubtedly- knowledgeable and adept in various subjects; gliding over words with eloquence. Weaving the mundane and mediocre of every day into tales of raw human experience and tender adoration for the subtle moments of life.

Yet, when it comes to baking, he is quite frankly, doomed to fail in the most comical and disastrous ways.

He once attempted to bake your cultural dish- and burnt it... your apartment fire alarm went off. Not long after, he wanted to create a simple loaf of banana bread, however, when you took a bite, you held back a gag. Salty cookies, bread as hard as stone, tarts that crumble, undercooked muffins, and dough that won't rise. The list goes on.

However, Zhongli has seen the corners of your lips rise like bread as you knead dough with a tenderness and endearment unmistakable to him. Zhongli has seen you peck strawberry after strawberry when baking strudels: a loose childlike passion glowing in your iris like a flower blooming in the light of spring, each time you laugh and say "Just one more."

Flour fights and sticky syrup. Melted butter and vanilla extract. All of that made the struggles of baking sweeter for Zhongli.

Thus, Zhongli crossed his arms like a ladle of pie while his eyebrows knit together: the calendar's date echoed in his mind as does a timer.

There were exactly five months before your birthday and Zhongli desperately wanted to bake a cake.

A cake for you, of course.

That desire echoed through his head; bouncing off the walls of his mind and amplifying in longing as his fingers traced over the memory of your figure in the kitchen baking at night: dim lights, the warmth of cinnamon enveloping the soul, a wool sweater, and street jazz which gradually swayed and erupted in sweet rapture.

Five months, from start to finish, he'll make that cake no matter how much flour smears his face and icing that dots his arms.

Your apartment is serenely quiet, darkness blanketing the walls as the liminal coolness of a spring night ushers itself in like a friend through an open window.

You heave a sigh. Gradually slipping your shoes off; balancing the small gifts in your palms like gems. You don't bother to flick the lights on, opting for ambient lighting found in your living room. However, as your feet bare the face of your cool wooden floor, the living room light flickers on and so does the warmth growing in your chest; readily awaiting to break the moment you step out of your body, taking the new form of blossom.

"Oh, Zhongli..."

Zhongli smiles gently, poignancy and subtle fear arising in his body, "Hello love."

You set the gifts down, your steps deliberate and unhurried, as if you were walking on glass, or the space between reality and a dream, the aroma of strawberries, vanilla and lemon consuming you whole. However, not before leaving you longing for more and soothing the ache from the soles of your feet after a long day. Inviting you back again and again to the tender layers of cake and frosting.

"Zhongli how did you...?"

"Bake the cake?" finishes Zhongli with a humorous smile on his lips, the flame of the candle wavering slightly. "I can confidently say it tastes just as wonderfully as it looks."

You emit a lighthearted giggle, your cheeks aching from the extent of the grin brought to your face. "Love you- you didn't have to-"

"But I wanted to," he interjects, balancing the cake in one hand as his other gingerly caresses your cheek. "Because you deserve it and much, much more."

From there, silence stirs and the faint beating of hearts loosens your joints and time mellows with each passing minute. From there Zhongli lifts the cake, and with one simple breath, you blow the candle. A wisp of smoke a spirit of tender solace.

Zhongli places the cake down before opening his arms and the two of you interlock, becoming one; molding together into one languid breath of life, drawn together by sugar, flour, and butter. You bury yourself in his shoulder, your arms reaching out to run through the rivers of his deep brown hair. "Tell me," you begin in a mere mutter, "How exactly did you bake the cake?"

Zhongli laughs quietly his hands rubbing circles on your back, "We can touch on that later my dear."

You hum in response, the two of you standing there amidst the songs of the streets whisking itself through the air, amidst the electrifying touch of another breaking and spreading like the yolk of an egg kissing a mixture of sugar, butter, baking power and bliss. And amidst the warmth of the heart rising like that of an oven. Heart in hand; being kneaded together into one unified loaf of bread.

"Happy birthday, my dearest."

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The Way to a Man's Heart

Wrecker x reader | 1.6k words

Content: fluff, food, and fun

Inspiration (from @rosemarynightmares): Also I want to cook for all the clones, but these vibes are the strongest with Wrecker, and, for some reason, Hardcase and Fives.

It was almost comical. Two decently muscular men and one incredibly burly one, all huddled around your small dinette, patiently awaiting a meal you'd insisted on making for them. Why, you weren't sure. You'd sort of blurted the proposition out the other day when they'd been talking about the lack of homemade meals in their diet. The thought of some of the GAR's strongest, most valiant soldiers not being able to eat a decent meal had not only sounded tragic to you, but also something you were more than capable of providing the remedy to.

At least, that's what you'd thought then. Now, standing in the middle of your tiny apartment kitchen, surrounded by several bubbling pots, unpackaged ingredients, and countless little spills and messes, you were wondering what in the galaxy you'd possibly been thinking.

You peeped your head around the corner to check on the status of your guests' moods. Hardcase's leg bounced underneath the table and even Fives had his hands fidgeting in his lap. Wrecker, surprisingly, seemed much more calm, though you knew it wasn't an easy feat for the gentle giant. His stomach was the size of a bantha and hardly ever felt satisfied. You'd need to hurry up your process before any of them broke the peace.

"Just a few more minutes!" you called out. You didn't know if that was enough time but felt the need to give them some indication you were trying to wrap up. The crostini's, at least, could be passed out soon, along with some beers, just to hold them over while you willed the chicken in the oven to cook faster.

"No rush, love!" Fives called back. "Take all the time you need!"

Ironically, one of the four timers you had going suddenly went off, its quick little chirps pulling you back into the fray of the kitchen. You shut it off and pulled the tray of toasted crostini's from the oven. Working swiftly, you dolloped the ricotta and hot honey spread on top of each one and sprinkled some sliced almonds and chives to garnish. Each was then placed neatly onto a serving tray. When you were done, though, you sighed in embarrassment. Normally this appetizer was too much for you to eat on your own, but looking at the small little sampling before you now, you knew the three soldiers in your dinette would clean this off in seconds. You should've got a loaf of bread apiece.

But you shook yourself from your worries. You had already added on an extra side-dish last minute, and changed your mind from cookies to cheesecake for dessert. Surely it'd all be enough once you were done.

"Don't worry, this is just the first course," you apologized as you walked out with the dish. "But something to hold you over while I finish up the rest."

"There's multiple courses?" Wrecker's eyes grew in wonder.

All three leaned forward to track the plate as you set it between them. You hid a smile at their eagerness.

"And how about some drink orders? I have a few different ciders and ales, some sodas...."

"Any kind of amber ale for me, please," Hardcase immediately put his order in.

"I'll take a good ol' port-in-a-storm," Fives added right after.

"And you, Wrecker?" you asked with an added sweetness to your voice. You'd be lying if you said you didn't have an extra soft-spot for the Batcher. In fact, if anyone had analyzed how this whole dinner situation had come about, they would've noticed you'd only invited the group after Wrecker had chimed in.

Wrecker's mouth was already full of 2 crostini's. He looked at you sheepishly as you addressed him and quickly swallowed enough to be able to respond. "Surprise me!"

You laughed and returned to the kitchen just as another timer went off. You had to take a minute to think which one that stood for. The potatoes? No... the homemade salad dressing. You twisted the knob of the appropriate burner off so the bubbling mustard sauce could start to cool. You also snuck in another peek at the chicken in the oven to see how that was doing. Still not golden enough.

You gathered up all the right drinks for the boys, deciding to mix together your favorite, the cold and creamy Lothal Spicebrew, for Wrecker. You laughed again as you brought them out, as the plate of hors d'ouerves was already demolished to just a plate of crumbs.

"Kriff that was good!" Hardcase was licking his fingers. The other two hummed in agreement.

"Yes, that was excellent!"

"Amazing!"

You blushed from their compliments, scooping the plate out of the way. "Well hopefully the rest of it will all be done soon. I'm sorry it's taking so long."

Fives brushed away your apologies. "Like we said, take your time."

"Yeah, we're not going anywhere!" Wrecker grinned.

Hardcase let out a belch, sending all three into hysterics as they started working on their drinks.

Your trip back into the kitchen thankfully set you into a good rhythm. The potatoes were finally boiled and you quickly mashed them up with the perfect amount of cream and butter. You gave the salad another toss and then started portioning it out onto some plates. The last-minute microwaved corn addition shortly followed. You were even able to get your cheesecake mixed and into the oven. The sounds of the boys' laughter and lively conversation from the next room kept you going, giving you the perfect motivation to work through the chaos in good spirits.

When the chicken finally, finally, was done, you carefully plated the last piece to your meal, drizzled the now cooled dressing onto the leafy greens, and started taking the plates out to the table.

"Dinner is served!" you announced. All your hard work, all your worries, all the messes you left behind, were now all worth it as you served the men at your table. "Prosciutto-wrapped chicken, creamy mashed potatoes, steamed corn, and a mixed spring salad with my special mustard dressing."

All three were speechless as you set their plates before them. Wrecker even had a bit of drool forming at the corner of his mouth. You held back the proud feeling that was swelling in your chest at the sight of them being so mesmerized by food you had made.

"And there's a bit more, so let me know if anyone wants second helpings," you gave a little wink, even though none of them were looking at you. At least, not until you went to head back into the kitchen.

"Wait, what about you?" Wrecker asked. You turned and saw him looking after you in concern. "You're not going to eat?"

"I've got a plate in here," you waved him off. "I've got to work on the dessert next."

"Aw, boo!"

"Yeah, you should join us!" Fives agreed.

Hardcase pulled out the lonely fourth chair and patted it enthusiastically. This time you couldn't help the smile that came out of you.

"Okay, just give me a few minutes to get the dessert in the fridge first."

You worked quicker than you ever had before, getting your cheesecake set up to cool, throwing a few of the empty pots in the sink to soak, and then joining your new friends at the table to eat. The next hour went by in a blur. Glasses clanked in salute. A chorus of compliments and satisfied hums poured out between bites. Laughter bounded between the walls as stories were shared. It was the happiest you'd felt in a long time, seeing how a simple meal - okay, perhaps chaotic and messy was more accurate than simple - could so easily impress these soldiers that you yourself were in awe of.

Everything was fantastic and incredible to them. Second helpings were brought out in no time. They asked a million questions about how you were so good at cooking. Wrecker, especially, seemed to have hearts in his eyes with every bite he took.

Eventually, your cheesecake needed tending to for the final showstopper of the night. You excused yourself to work on it, and a short while later, was surprised to find someone joining you.

"Anything I can do to help?"

Wrecker had piled up all the empty plates and was setting them gently onto the one corner of the counter you hadn't reached with your mess. He rubbed the back of his neck shyly.

"Um..." you looked around, not sure what else there was to do other than clean up, but you couldn't possibly ask a guest to help with that. Your gaze fell on the bag of pistachios you'd almost forgotten would be part of this treat. "Oh! Can you chop those up for me?"

Wrecker seemed glad to have something to do. He was very careful to follow your instructions on how you wanted them chopped and mixed in with the apricots, jam, and orange juice you had already been preparing. Together, you worked to spoon them on top of the cheesecake.

"You really are good at all this," he said, a kind of timidness in his voice. When you looked up at him, you saw a faint blush dotting his cheeks. "Do you cook like this all the time?"

"I honestly don't," you admitted, feeling heat rise in your own cheeks. You weren't sure why you were suddenly feeling shy. "It's just me here, and it's not as fun to cook for just yourself."

"Well you're welcome to cook for me anytime!" He barked out his usual jovial chuckle and you found your breathing settle back in response. You really, truly liked him.

"I would love that, Wrecker," you smiled up at him.

"Really? Anytime?" He was testing the waters, seeing whether you were genuine or just being nice.

You gave him a playful bump of your hips in reassurance. "Yep. Any time."

Much to your delight, Wrecker would take you up on the offer as often as he was able, leading to not only some lovely nights of cooking and company, but the start of a pleasantly sweet romance....

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In that flashback where we get to see Shawn's grandpa on Henry's side of the family, he's such a friendly and fun-loving old man who's trying to encourage Shawn's to find joy and imagination and creative in life. As soon as Henry comes out he not only sucks the life out if Shawn's entire demeanor, but his own dad's demeanor too.

Given how the grandpa talks about Shawn's grandma, we can assume she wasn't where Henry got it from.

How did Henry end up like that? Why is he such a joyless bastard? He told his dad that Shawn had responsibilities, and while you can argue he meant the undone dishes the context and timing lend more to Henry meaning responsibilities in a civic sense. The boy is like, 9!

It just always gets me how Henry constantly tried to deny Shawn any sort of actual Childhood. No comics, no fun activities that aren't just Cop Training In Disguise, turning Hide and Seek into Stalk The Perp. In the Scary Sherry episode Shawn is dressed as a policeman and I guarantee that it was Henry's idea and even if it wasn't, Shawn wasn't allowed to like superheros or and even thinking firefighters were cool got him an angry lecture, so what the hell else was he going to dress up as?

I just can't get over how Henry's inability to let Shawn be his own person is not only never actually resolved, Shawn just seems to get better at putting it aside and ignoring it for the sake of having his dad around, even though Henry still constantly puts Shawn down and slams him and degrades him. Yes, Henry loves Shawn, that's clear in Shawn Takes A Shot In The Dark and He Dead and The Whole Yin-Yang Trilogy, but that is completely override by how bitter and resentful and angry he is that Shawn was his own person who decided to be happy and live his own damn life instead of breaking himself to fit into the exact mold Henry had planned for him since he was born.

I just. I hate him so much.

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H/D FOOD FAIR 2022 ANONYMOUS MASTERLIST

(IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER)

Art

1. Portkey Reservation for Two (General, Digital Comic)

Harry is determined to resolve the mystery of Draco's peculiar and frequent Portkey reservations.

2. Sweet Sweet reunion (Mature, Digital)

Harry sends Draco products as bribe. They decide to test them together ;)

3. Melting for You (Teen, Digital Comic)

Model Draco Malfoy lands a risqué dessert shoot with famous photographer Harry Potter and uses his props to shamelessly flirt with Harry in front of the whole crew.

4. Body By Biryani (General, Digital)

Harry co-owns a Biryani Stand at the Wizarding Little India Bazaar. It's Draco's favourite spot. All the aunties love to take care of Draco and want Harry to ask him out already.

5. once more, with feeling (General, Digital Comic)

A proposal, past and present.

6. What the Heart Wants (General, Digital)

What do you do when your new husband ruins all your carefully scheduled travel plans for a local tourist trap? You indulge him, of course.

7. Delicious Curse (General, Digital Comic)

Draco has to eat a traditional dish from each continent, cooked by a person dear to him, to break an unusual curse...

8. For the Love of Asian Noodle Cups (General, Digital)

While it wasn’t the farthest Harry could get from London, landing in Berkeley, California wasn’t a bad start. He just needed somewhere to finally breathe.

Harry had had a very vague idea of what to expect when signing up for the new Ministry Approved Muggle Immersion (MAMI) program.What he absolutely never expected was to walk into his dorm room at UC Berkeley and see an incredibly fit Draco Malfoy already setting up one side of the room.

9. Chitter Chatter Masala (General, Digital)

Bewitched by spices and herbs.

10. Unmei no Akai Ito (Mature, Digital Comic)

Harry thought that spending a year in Japan would give him the anonymity and freedom that he needed after the war. He didn't expect to run into Draco Malfoy shortly after arriving. Or running into him again, and again, and again.

11. A Sense of Balance (Teen, Digital)

Draco never thought having Harry Potter as a travelling partner would actually ground him. For once, he's seeing the world from a new perspective, taking part in newfound rituals, and everything somehow feels right.

[Or, where Draco's Super Important Notebook™ documents tea facts and sketches, as well as candid moments of him falling in love with a soft Gryffindor.]

12. The Bloody Baron's Birthday Bash (Teen, Traditional Comic)

Headmistress McGonagall has put Harry in charge of sourcing pungent delicacies for the Bloody Baron's deathday fest. This would all be very simple, except that finding a food rancid enough to impress a ghost is no easy task, especially not when you have Draco Malfoy and his interest in an Authentic Muggle Experience getting involved.

Art and Fic

13. Preserving Lemons (Explicit, 17196)

There's probably some immutable magical law that if someone steals your wand to destroy the century's most murderous maniac you then bump into that someone in Italy.

Harry is cooking food he couldn't care less about; Draco is making art he couldn't care more about.

A story about kebabs, miniskirts and the way preservation can transform a lemon.

14. Qui Vivra Verra (Explicit, 22144)

“It’s just- It’s a bit funny is all. Draco Malfoy working in a coffee shop.”

“Patisserie,” Malfoy corrected.

The one where Harry is a sad tourist and Draco feeds him croissants.

Fic

15. The Thief and the Throne (Fallen Kingdom) (Mature, 26355)

Many years after the Dark Lord killed the last King and took the throne, a young orphan joins the Order.

Harry hopes that they will teach him how to help those their new King deemed unworthy: the Regulars. Those people who worked hard for their food yet had to hand over most of their harvest to fill the already overflowing warehouses of the Capital.

With the help of the Order and an unexpected ally Harry is ready to right the wrongs.

16. I Want Your Heart To Be For Me (Explicit, 4372)

It’s not often that Harry can pull one over on Draco, his husband of almost twenty years, but Harry thinks he’s done it this time. He aims to recreate their proposal picnic on the grounds of the Eiffel Tower and, later, reignite their passion behind the closed doors of their Parisian hotel room.

18. The Best Cup Noodle (Teen, 4753)

Draco opts to go to an American Muggle university for a year hoping to escape the past. Unfortunately, Harry Potter has decided to do exactly the same thing.

19. Peerless (Teen, 14,546)

Draco’s trip around the world is cut short when he crash lands on an island during a storm. Hoping for a resort or at least a village, he wanders around until hunger forces him to scavenge for food.

20. True Love is Priceless, Finding True Love is Expensive (Teen, 4664)

After the war, Draco Malfoy had a plan to redeem his family name. He donated most of his family's money, started a luxury blind dating service with Pansy, and intended to marry one of the Greengrass sisters.

Dating Harry Potter certainly was not part of the plan.

But, one dinner might change this.

21. Both Feet in the Grape (Teen, 1741)

While on their honeymoon in Italy, Draco and Harry try their hands feet at grape-stomping.

22. Hope's Only Promise (Explicit, 86,095)

Harry lives in Havana and loves making batidos from all his favorite fruits. He doesn’t have a job and plans to wile away his life in his own little plot of paradise. Draco, released from Azkaban on probation, is set with the unwieldy task to convince Harry to come home. He has to go right back to prison if he fails, but he has been cursed to keep all of that from Harry.

23. This is not a love song (General, 12437)

When Pansy leaves to make a Grand Tour across Europe, Draco almost goes with her. But in the end, he stays and is stuck at Grimmauld Place with his roommate, Potter. And they're doing perfectly fine together: Harry cooks, Draco takes care of the rest, and they exchange the perfect amount of words with each other. Until Pansy gets the idea that they need a teambuilding activity and starts sending recipes to cook together.

24. Chicken Parmi and a Lager (Teen, 3325)

Mandy Thorne thought it'd be a nice, relaxing year, backpacking through the Australian outback.

She didn't expect to run into two war heroes in a pub.

25. Hunc Draco Dormiens Amat Titillare (Mature, 15475)

Harry was sent on a journey to discover himself by his ex-wife. He doesn't know what else he has to discover, after finding out he's gay and having to tell his wife and his children about it. Maybe what he's supposed to do with his life now that he's quit the aurors?

He's in Antwerp when he stumbles upon a small high-end patisserie-chocolaterie. What he finds there exceeds all expectations.

26. it is not a house (Explicit, 43390)

There are many stories that can happen in a forgotten house, in the middle of the Arctic.

Heart-warming tales about human connection and finding the essence of the self.

Epic love stories that defy reason.

Warnings about the hubris of human explorations.

This is both none of the above and a bit of all.

This is a horror story.

27. The Beau-tea Of It All (Teen, 7101)

"Welcome back, Draco! What took you so Oolong?"

And there he goes again.

aka Harry and Draco open up a Tea Shop after their Eighth Year, puns are the bane of Draco's existence, he just can't seem to be able to keep himself out of trouble, and Harry is an overprotective idiot.

28. Contentious Confections (Mature, 16725)

Harry and Draco are both younger, lower-level Ministry employees. They have a lovely arrangement going between them but then suddenly the Minister has urgent need of a diplomat and Draco is sent abroad on a mission.

Draco, in an effort to combat the stress of constant travel and with the added benefit of teasing Potter from a'far, revives an old hobby: the making of a confection modelled vaguely after Bott's Beans. He calls them 'Barelys'.

Everyone else, however, calls them 'courting'. Excepting Harry, naturally, who was raised Muggle.

29. Chocolate Cocks and How to Make Them (Explicit, 9628)

Draco's life is practically perfect. Every day he follows the same routines, wears the right clothes and sees the same friends. His books balance. His chocolate factory is successful. Life is good.

It's predictable. Controllable.

If only there wasn't Potter with his stupid just-shagged hair, his flirty comments and his habit of making Draco say the first thing that pops into his brain, and—did he hear that right?—request for edible sex toys.

30. Through Worlds (Mature, 42619)

Harry is looking for a new start, and he's travelled the world to find it. Now in Japan, a chance encounter with someone from his past threatens to distract him from his goal, but when he runs into them again and again, he begins to wonder if maybe he's found what he was searching for all along.

31. The Final Frontier (Teen, 3408)

When the Ministry decides to create a program to send wizarding kind to space, they contact Harry to cook the food for the opening night aboard the station. Harry not only has to work out exactly how to cook in space, but also how to make it taste good.

32. on your heart (Teen, 9916)

Harry runs a successful Palestinian restaurant. Draco works at a small cultural magazine as a junior photographer. When Draco receives his dream assignment, their paths cross for the first time in a decade.

33. The Least Expected (General, 17454)

Draco put everything he had into buying The Villa Narcisa. Things were off to a good start, though. His first guests were expected any minute.

34. That Time I Was Possessed By a Norse God (Explicit, 8370)

Draco is called to aid in an Auror raid of an illegal magical creature ring in an old potions shop in the middle of Norway. A stray spell hits Harry, flinging him into the potions shelves. As the dust clears, Harry isn't himself anymore. It seems he may have been possessed by something ancient and unforgiving, and he had chosen Draco to serve him.

Podfic

35. Melange a Deux (Teen, 01:13:00)

This is the story of two men finding love in unexpected places. And lots of delicious food.

36. haunt yourself and refuse to be buried (General, 00:23:56:00)

Harry Potter is eighteen years old and he is not okay.

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[kyopmi]

♡ — "now we're holding hands as not quite friends, but not quite lovers"

cw — mention of alcohol

it is uncharacteristically quiet between you and matsukawa issei as you walk next to him under the darkness of the night sky.

it’s past midnight, so the streets are empty save for the parked, unmoving cars every few metres or so, illuminated by the streetlights lined up on the edge of the sidewalk and the light from several windows on either side of the street. it’s quiet, too; the only audible noise being each other’s familiar footsteps — issei’s are slightly dragged, the soles of his shoes scraping against the pavement at the end of every step, while yours are a softer thudding that manage to fall in sync with his.

you can’t remember the last time you’ve been this silent with issei. no, not just silent — awkward. there’s an air of unspoken tension hanging between the two of you. it’s not a discomfort that makes either of you want to turn tail and flee, but it’s present enough to produce an unwelcome restlessness in your chest.

maybe we’ve just run out of things to say, you try to rationalize, we just spent the whole night together with the rest of our friends, after all. but no matter how many times you repeat it in your head, you can’t bring yourself to believe it. you find it ridiculous — it’s matsukawa issei you’re talking about.

matsukawa issei, who you’ve known for years because he lived two houses down from you and you used to take the same train together to school every morning.

matsukawa issei, who has managed to rope you into the most comical shenanigans with his volleyball buddies more times than you can count.

matsukawa issei, who always has a witty remark to throw into a conversation that makes laughter bubble from your chest.

matsukawa issei, who you regularly stay up with until the sun rises, whether you’re talking over the phone or in person, to confide your worries in each other.

matsukawa issei, who buys you rice porridge whenever you get sick, despite your repeatedly expressed distaste towards the dish, and won’t leave until you finish the entire bowl.

matsukawa issei, who, like tonight, never fails to walk you home whenever your outings get too late, even though you’re no longer neighbours and his house is in the opposite direction.

matsukawa issei, who you shared a kiss too ardent to blame on the alcohol with when you were visiting his apartment the previous week.

matsukawa issei, whose knuckles are lightly brushing against the back of your hand as you’re walking wordlessly with each other at this very moment.

your breath catches in your throat and you try in vain to calm your racing heart whenever your skin comes in contact with his. you nervously swallow, stealing a quick glance at the almost nonexistent space in between the two of you, not quite sure what to do or if you should do anything at all.

the next time your hands touch, it’s a little closer, a little braver, a little longer, as issei’s pinky lingers and eventually — finally, curls around your own. you reciprocate his hold, firm yet delicate at the same time, effectively linking your fingers with each other’s.

at this point, there’s no mantra you can recite and no amount of deep breaths you can regulate to stop your heart from beating a mile a minute. you dare yourself to look at the man next to you again, this time at his face, only to find his head tilted just the smallest degree away from you. it’s dim, but you don’t miss the faintest upward curl on the edge of his lips and a light red blush settling on the tips of his ear.

you can’t say you’re doing a better job at hiding your fluster. just like him, you’re barely fighting back a smile and feeling the warmth climb up the base of your neck to the apples of your cheeks. and when issei playfully swings your hands together back and forth, an amused giggle escapes you which, in turn, makes him chuckle and his smile grow wider.

it is uncharacteristically quiet between you and matsukawa issei — but no words need to be exchanged when the two of you let go of your pinkies and his warm hand fully envelopes your smaller one instead, securely holding onto one another while you continue to walk without missing a beat.

and the both of you know for sure now, drunken kiss or no drunken kiss, you’re not quite just friends anymore.

my fav just dropped a new song today so yk i had to write something about it. if you want to check it out, the song is Before by NIKI! it’s actually a sad song but i picked out this one fluffy lyric for this drabble :,) tempted to write something that’s actually based on the entire song, though

and thank you isa @icedhoneyy for the character suggestions! when you wrote “mattsun (!!)” my brain reciprocated the (!!) too

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #matsukawa issei #matsukawa issei x reader #matsukawa x reader #mattsun x reader #matsukawa issei fluff #&works

[cyberpunkonline]

Spider Jerusalem: The Ultimate Cyberpunk Badass

In the neon-soaked, dystopian realm of cyberpunk, where tech and chaos collide, there are contenders aplenty for the title of "greatest cyberpunk hero." From Deckard in Blade Runner to Neo in The Matrix, these tough cookies have their merits, but there's one rule-breaking, unapologetically audacious figure who towers above the rest: Spider Jerusalem from the comic series Transmetropolitan. Buckle up, folks, because we're about to make the case for why Spider is the ultimate cyberpunk badass.

A Kickass Journalist for a World Gone Crazy

Spider Jerusalem, the brainchild of Warren Ellis and Darick Robertson, isn't just your average journalist. He's a badass scribe with zero respect for authority and a thirst for truth that's unquenchable. In a world drowning in lies, corruption, and mind-bending tech, Spider is the beacon of hope we didn't know we needed. He's the embodiment of fearless journalism, a guy who dares to ask the tough questions and hold the corrupt to account in a city where truth is a rare currency.

Complexity, Flaws, and Pure Human Grit

Unlike those other one-note cyberpunk heroes, Spider's a tapestry of complexity. He's got more issues than a cyberpunk comic book (literally and figuratively). Addiction, a love-hate relationship with tech, and a whole bunch of inner demons - Spider's got it all. But that's what makes him real. He's a hero who screws up, battles his own demons, and still manages to seek justice in a world gone mad.

Tech Wizardry Meets a Middle Finger to the Establishment

In a world dripping with advanced tech and societal decay, Spider doesn't just survive; he thrives. He's a genius when it comes to gadgets, a hacker extraordinaire, and he knows his way around the digital labyrinth like nobody's business. In a tech-driven world, Spider's right up there with Neo and Deckard, who had their own run-ins with the consequences of a world that's evolving at breakneck speed.

Style for Days, Attitude to Match

Spider's got style in spades. Those shades, those tattoos – they're his signature, and they're unforgettable. But it's not just about looking cool. Spider rocks a sassy attitude that's as sharp as his wit. He doesn't just take on the dystopian establishment; he does it with flair, a sly grin, and a sense of humor that'll leave you in stitches. He's the kind of hero you want to have a drink with, just to soak up some of that irreverent coolness.

The Subjective Side of Greatness

Now, here's the deal - claiming Spider Jerusalem as the greatest cyberpunk hero ever is about as subjective as choosing your favorite '90s jam. The cyberpunk universe is bursting with extraordinary characters, like Deckard, who pondered humanity's place in a world dominated by machines. The debate over the top cyberpunk hero is like a never-ending mixtape, and it all depends on your flavor and groove.

Join the Verbal Brawl

So, who's your cyberpunk hero, and why? Is Spider your go-to cyberpunk badass, or do you have another contender strutting their stuff? The beauty of the cyberpunk world is that it's a buffet of characters, each dishing out a different flavor of rebellion and resilience. Hit us up in the comments and let the verbal brawl begin. In the realm of cyberpunk, the debate never ends, and it's up to you to back your champion as the baddest of them all.

- Raz

#cyberpunk #transmetropolitan

[pillow-anime-talk]

sick and poor s/o...

request​: hey! i love your work and was wondering if you could do a scenarios with sk8 where their s/o is sick and they take care of them (with cherry, joe, shadow, reki and langa) because currently i’m dying if a bad cold, headache, sore throat, stomach and side pain and a bad cough.

# tags: scenarios; current relationships; soft romance; fluff; bit of comedy; worried!boys & sick!reader; sfw

includes: gender neutral reader ft. hiromi higa, reki kyan, kojirou nanjou, langa hasegawa & kaoru sakurayashiki {sk8}

author’s note: you are probably healthy already, but take care of yourself anyway!

— HIROMI

“A-A-Achoooo!” You sneezed loudly, even painfully, and your precious boyfriend immediately jumped in place and quickly ran to your huge bed.

“Y/N!” His terrified, yet delicate face looked really comical at the moment, but as soon as you laughed gently, you felt a sharp pain in your chest and throbbing around both temples. “Is everything right?”

You shook your head and hid under the white-blue covers to the very tip of your nose, and Hiromi sighed sadly. During your illness, you were always so sleepy, sore and often very sorrowful.

“I think it’s time to take your medication, honey. Wait for me here, okay?”

You smiled anyway – your man was really trying and you appreciated it very much.

— REKI

For the first time in his life, Reki tried so hard to make all his notes legible and colorful. He don’t want you to have any arrears in connection with your illness, so red head wrote down even the smallest details so that you can be prepared for all (even unannounced) exams in the future. He also wrote important dates and information about trips and contests that you loved to participate in.

He visited you every day because your home was on the way to his own house, often without even informing you of his arrival to give you a little surprise. In addition, he always brought you your favorite apple buns from the school shop, and on weekends he would ask his mother to pack some warm soup in thermos. You adored Mrs. Kyan’s udon so much.

“... I don’t know if I told you, but Yuki and Ino did some very strange actions! And it all started with a lunch break during which Ino...”

Even when you were sick, you definitely didn't miss a thing in school thanks to Reki.

— KOJIROU

With the tall man, even despite your mood, you felt well, and your recovery was faster than other people. However, this is not surprising; his warming soup, healthy and fruity snacks, and a balanced cocktail-assisted diet have always helped you get back on your feet in just five days. Your fever passed very quickly and your overall fatigue was destroyed thanks to warming desserts with chocolate or caramel.

And of course, if necessary, your boyfriend would either feed you and give you a soft kiss on the forehead every few moments, or walk around the apartment in just an apron to make you warm up even more and forget about the pain in the legs, back and head.

“... Honey... Is this... my favorite ramen?” You asked with a big smile, and the green-haired one just nodded.

“Nutty ramen with tofu, cabbage and sweet corn for my beloved, big baby.” A proud smile appeared on his lips and you clapped as you watched the beautifully smelling dish.

With Kojirou, the disease was... really cool!

— LANGA

After a short phone call with your mom, Langa went to the store for some snacks for you (both sweet, salty, and those filled with vitamins or protein). He bought you two apples, yoghurt, your favorite chocolate, as well as chips and cinnamon buns.

He had a really great relationship with your whole family, so as soon as he knocked on the wooden door of your apartment, your mother hugged him and thanked him for taking care of you. She offered him some tea and cookies, to which Langa obviously agreed and thanked heartily. After a while, however, he apologized to a middle-aged woman and went to your bedroom to say ‘Hi’ and give you the food (and some kisses).

It wasn’t a surprise for the young boy that you just fell asleep tired of your illness and catching up at school. You looked really cute, despite the huge blushes on your face, the tangled hair and the saliva escaping your mouth. Your boyfriend put all the things on your desk and then lay down next to you. You were terribly hot and a bit sweaty, but the teenager was fine with it. You still smelled like yourself – like fruity shampoo.

It didn’t bother him to the point that he ended up falling asleep next to you, and when your mother put the tea next to the shopping bag, she took a quick photo of you two. Then she quietly left the room and you didn’t even notice her, still cuddled up to each other.

— KAORU

Kaoru is... in between everyone.

When you are sick, he cares about you a lot (seriously), buys you healthy snacks, tries to cook with internet recipes (or with Kojirou's help, but he won't admit it). He always tries to be next to you whenever you call him, and he never gets nervous and waits patiently until he can wipe your tired body after a bath or dress you in clean clothes.

“... Y/N, time for your meds.”

“How long will I be taking these dumb pills?” You asked sadly and then sourly swallowed the bitter pills and drank too sweet cough syrup.

“You have five days until the end of the treatment.” He said in a warm tone of voice. “But if you want to heal faster, cover yourself with a blanket and I’ll make you hot tea with fresh lemon and honey.” He added with a slight smile, and you immediately grabbed his warm, big hand. “Hm?”

“Could you ... Could you give me a hug right now and then bring me some tea?”

Your boyfriend of course agreed, and after a short while you just fell asleep; you were so sweet, so your boyfriend did not leave you until you woke up by yourself.

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