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The Margay: Chapter 6

If You're Both Lying to Me, I Swear

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Summary: Santiago recruits Frankie to contract for a covert agency that pairs them with danger in more ways than one. A series of one-shot snippets taking place during and around missions.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Sniper!OFC

Word Count: ~3.9K

Rating: Explicit 18+ / mirror sex, oral (m receiving), dirty talk, unprotected piv, biting, creampie, creampie eating, come swapping / tw for brief description of a sniper shot / Minors DNI

A/N: Audrey earns her call sign. Frankie takes advantage of the bathroom mirror.

Y'all this started as a cheeky little idea that dissolved into filth. These two have a mind of their own they just do this I am so sorry.

Their fifth job out is easy enough.

But their fifth job out comes with the most ridiculous story.

Recover a hard drive from a small compound in Belize. Drive contains sensitive information including the identities of covert American and Canadian operatives in the country, including a young recruit from Davis’ organization.

The mark is an avid hunter, shipped off to Kenya this morning, passport check, flight manifest, and an operative at the gate confirmed he’s gone.

The mark is also not particularly smart. Intel says he only left one guy guarding the house while he’s away—drive is in the basement.

And so Frankie and Santiago move in light at dusk, covering the mile on foot from where Audrey’s holding the high ground.

Breaching the compound is as easy as hopping over a wall. Santi attaches a small device to the nearest security camera while staying out of its line of sight and waits for Audrey's confirmation that she has control over the system.

Frankie picks the lock once they have the all-clear and the boys run one silent sweep through the house, guard noticeably absent, before they meet again in the office.

“Audrey, you’re not gonna believe this,” Santi’s voice finally crackles over comms.

“Try me, Pope.”

“Dude’s got a fuckin moose in here.”

“Bullshit.”

“Uhh, no,” Frankie chimes in, “theres’s a taxidermy moose in his office. The whole thing.”

“It’s fuckin’ huge,” Santiago whispers.

“If you’re both lying to me, I swear…”

Her phone buzzes and it’s a picture of Santi with his arm hiked up around the moose’s neck, preserved exotic game littering the wall and bookcase in the background.

She briefly considers having a serious conversation with Davis about having a souvenir shipped out.

“Pet his nose for me,” she tells them both.

Frankie sends a selfie, his massive hand dwarfed by the animal’s snout.

“Alright boys, you’ve made me sufficiently jealous. Keep moving.”

She tracks them through the windows with her rifle scope, occasionally switching to the FLIR heat sensor to check the perimeter.

They both fan out in opposite directions, searching for basement access before meeting in the office again.

“If there’s a basement, we haven’t found it yet.” Santi says over coms while Fish tests the bookshelves for a hidden door. “No part of the layout that doesn’t make sense, no weird airflow issues. We may have to call it and reassess.”

“Alright well hurry up and wrap, I don’t have the clearest view in there.” She can see them from the chest up but they’re constantly disappearing and reappearing.

Ironically, she suspects it’s because of the moose.

She quickly checks the pictures Frankie sent to figure out exactly what she’s staring at. Santi's picture has bookshelves to the left and the office windows behind him, but she’s looking through the windows in the living room, perpendicular to those.

She checks Frankie’s and there’s enough to see the kitchen lights just over the curve of the animal’s head.

She re-orients herself with that understanding through her scope before checking the FLIR again. She can see their heat signatures clearly, but there’s the slightest anomaly in what should be the kitchen. Not unusual, save for the fact that it wasn’t there before. She watches for a fraction of a second longer before flipping back to the scope.

Movement.

“Boys, hit the deck.”

They both drop to the floor and there’s glass breaking followed by a heavy thud. Immediately the men are both on their feet, rifles raised.

There’s a body in the kitchen with a hole between the eyes.

Santi kicks the semi-automatic the man was holding out of reach before they both proceed in opposite directions around the house again, deeming it clear when they meet back in the kitchen.

“Anything on FLIR, Aud?” Frankie asks.

“Nothing. But the basement entrance is in there. Don’t rip it up, he came through easy without either of you hearing, meaning it’s not behind anything that would make noise.”

Frankie and Santiago sweep the kitchen again, opening cabinets that are too squeaky. A pantry that’s too packed.

Too packed until Frankie spots a can that looks far older than the ones around it.

“Got it,” Fish calls back as he presses the can lid and the back of the pantry swings open. Santi’s hand on his shoulder is his cue to proceed.

“I’ll hold up here, but remember, I can’t see or hear you down there. I’ll monitor the traffic but watch for alarms.” She glances down at the tablet that registers electronic chatter coming from the house.

It’s ten minutes of torture before they resurface.

“Aud?” Crackles over coms in Frankie’s voice. “We got it.”

“Beautiful. No spikes in the chatter so you should still be clear, but try not to stick around.”

“One second,” Santi replies and it grates on her. She checks the heat scope again before flipping back to her rifle. “Frankie, this guy’s about your height?” She hears Pope ask.

“Yeah.”

She sees Santiago’s back briefly against the living room window that now sports a hole high on the pane above him.

“Alright, we’re heading to you.” Santi finally complies.

She watches until they’re half a mile from the house before packing her gear up and slipping behind the driver’s seat, still tracking them through FLIR.

When they’re 20 meters out she starts the engine.

As soon as both doors slam, she hits the gas.

“Thanks for that,” Santi starts.

“That’s why I’m here. Sure it’s the right drive?”

“Yeah,” Frankie pats his backpack in the backseat.

“When we get back I’ve got something to show you.” Santiago’s got a grin on his face. Audrey meets Frankie’s eyes in the mirror.

She dares to say the look on his face is one of pride but she doesn’t have time for that now.

She pulls the Land Rover into town and Santiago hands the drive off to her contact as Frankie watches their six. Audrey calls headquarters to confirm the drop and authorize cleanup.

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She pours herself gin on the rocks when they’re back in her room.

They all have their own rooms spread out across the hotel and yet somehow they always end up in hers.

“You’re not gonna fucking believe this,” Santiago pulls out his phone and stands at her side, opening his camera roll. Frankie comes to join them, watching over her shoulder and stealing a sip from her glass.

Santiago holds up the screen so the three of them can see.

“That was your shot.”

It’s taken from up high, camera angled down to match the bullet’s trajectory.

She’s staring at Frankie through the brow tines of moose antlers.

“You nailed that shot through the biggest fuckin’ rack of antlers I’ve ever seen.”

“From a mile away,” Frankie adds.

“Through night vision,” Santi claps her on the back. “Well done, Moose.”

“This is a joke.” Is all she can bring herself to say.

“‘S not.” Santiago steals a sip from her glass now.

“No, you both clearly wanted me to have a call sign and when you saw the opportunity you took it.”

“Then get a copy of the cleanup report when it’s in. See for yourself.” Santi sets her glass on the desk.

She holds Santi’s phone, mouth open in incredulity until Frankie mashes his nose into her cheek. She can feel the smile on his lips.

“Well done, Moose,” Frankie echoes, giving her a kiss and handing back her gin before taking a seat at the foot of her bed.

“Get cleaned up, we’re taking you out dancing tonight. It’s tradition.” Santi says from the bathroom as he starts the shower, “I’ll send you that picture.”

“Well, shit.” She whispers to herself as she hands back Santiago’s phone.

“You gonna let me see the moose now?” Pope needles, arms crossed against his chest as he flops down next to Fish.

“No, I’ll just have Frankie send you a picture the next time he hits it from behind,” she quips as she disappears into the bathroom. Frankie’s eyes fly wide and he holds his hands up in surrender because whatever this is has nothing to do with him.

“That’s fine,” he smacks Frankie on the arm with the back of his hand, “just don’t get your dick in the picture, it ruins the illusion.”

“Jesus Christ, Pope.”

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Five hours later, a tequila-warm Frankie sidles up behind where Audrey is removing her eye makeup in the bathroom mirror. His chest molds to her back as he palms her hips, pulling her back against him.

Frankie buries his nose in her hair and meets her eyes in the mirror.

“You’re an amazing dancer, Aud.” He holds her hips, swaying her gently. Pressing the bulge in his trousers against the curve of her ass.

“You’ve got good hips yourself, Morales,” she drops the black-smudged cotton pad into the trash as one of Frankie’s hands skates up over her collarbone, gently cupping her jaw to angle her face back towards his.

She meets his lips with her eyes closed, but Frankie keeps his locked on the mirror, watching tendons in her neck work in the low, golden light.

“Help me out of this?” She whispers against his lips.

He kisses her again. “Happy to,” murmured against her mouth.

Frankie brushes her curls from the back of her neck, sliding the zipper of her dress down the line of her vertebrae, slipping his hands between fabric and skin and letting it fall.

He trails his fingertips up her sides, featherlight, before reaching to knead her breasts in his palms.

“You ever seen a moose, Aud?” He murmurs against the tattoo on her shoulder as he snaps open the clasp of her bra and slips it down her arms. Warm hands replace it before Frankie teases one nipple between his index and middle fingers.

“Two,” her voice is breathy from his touch. “On a road trip through Vermont. Take your shirt off. I want to feel you.”

“I’ve never seen one before today,” he says as he complies, pressing his heated chest flush against her back.

“They’re beautiful things, I’ll give you that,” he continues, nuzzling her neck, hands rubbing her lower stomach, holding her body against him. “Their noses are so soft,” lips ghosting over her neck, palms slipping under the waistband of her underwear to fit warm over her hip bones. “I think I’ve only ever felt one thing softer in my entire life,” he murmurs.

He cups her whole mound with one palm and she gasps, hips bucking back against him.

“Yeahhh,” he sighs, nibbling on her ear with a smile. “This pretty pussy is the softest thing I’ve ever felt.”

And Audrey grins, head falling back into the curve of his shoulder as Frankie’s fingers rub soft circles against her clit. He parts her lips with two fingers, urging her open, thumb catching on her clit as he strokes over her slit where she’s wet for him already.

“Are you particularly attached to these?” He snaps the waistband of her thong against her hip with his left hand.

“Never been particularly attached to clothes,” she gasps, gripping the basin of the sink.

His fingers have picked up speed over her clit.

“‘Kay,” he murmurs, teeth sinking into the juncture of her neck and shoulder. “Gonna fuck you in front of this mirror as soon as I’m done here.”

She moans.

“Gonna pump you so full of me,” he trails his nose up her neck to nip at her ear, “gonna watch it drip out.”

And he says it so matter-of-factly that she breaks with a gasp and a soft, fluttery orgasm that knows he’s only just getting started. Frankie’s fingers continue to roll slowly over the sensitive bud of her clit, milking every last pulse of pleasure from her.

When she finally melts back into him Frankie grins and pulls his hand from her underwear, giving her mound a light spank that makes her jump with sensitivity before he sucks his fingers clean. He goes to kneel and she stops him.

“Frankie, wait,” she rakes her hand through her hair, reaching for him as she tries to turn around, “you…let me just…”

“Baby, tonight’s your night, and I’m not do—“

“—oh fuck.”

She’s managed to spin in his arms, palming his cock through his slacks. She works him for a moment, eyes tracking his face as his eyelids flutter shut and his mouth falls open, pink tongue darting out to lick over his plush bottom lip.

“What were you saying, baby,” she murmurs against his mouth.

“Nothing,” he whispers with a smirk and a kiss.

Frankie braces his hands on the counter on either side of her, tipping his hips into her palm. She undoes his zipper and kneels with fabric as she pulls his trousers and boxer briefs down in one go.

Audrey locks eyes with him as she strokes his cock a moment before she licks an eager stripe up the underside of him.

He tastes of musk and salt and Francisco in a way that makes her head spin.

“Ohh shittt,” Frankie hisses as she slips his foreskin back and teases the underside of his head with the tip of her tongue.

She takes him between her lips, attending to the swollen tip until she tastes the salt of his precome before letting her jaw fall open enough for him to slide across her tongue.

Green eyes still locked on his face.

Her hands work the base of his dick as she continues, noting what makes his breath catch.

What draws low moans from his throat.

“Baby—“ Frankie whimpers when the tip of his cock hits the back of her throat, hand flying to cup her skull.

But he knows she might actually kill him if he moves her head even an inch, and so he grips the countertop with both fists instead as she continues.

Audrey pulls back a fraction and hums at the taste of him, the vibration of it causing his hips to jerk forward of their own accord, cock once again grazing the back of her throat.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” he moans and her mouth leaves him completely, a lewd string of spit connecting his tip to her flushed lips.

“‘S fine, Francisco.” Audrey works him with one hand, pressing a kiss to the base of his dick, “kinda like it,” she murmurs offhandedly before sucking on one of his balls.

“Fuuuuckk okay, okay, nope,” Frankie jumps, manhandling her up by the arms and flipping her around again as he steps out of where his pants are pooled at his ankles.

She catches the flash in his eyes when she meets them in the mirror.

The look he gets when the most base parts of his brain take over.

“You think you can just say that?” He growls into her ear as he kicks her legs apart with a socked foot. “You think you can just say you kinda like getting your face fucked…” He grabs at the waistband of her underwear and twists as he yanks it, lace tearing before it’s discarded over his shoulder, “and then suck on my balls with that dirty fuckin’ mouth of yours…”

Frankie suddenly thrusts his cock inside of her and she cries out at the stretch where he’s sheathed so deep.

One hand curls under her jaw to tip her face back towards him.

“…when I already told you I was going to fuck you in front of this mirror?” He slips his tongue into her mouth and she moans.

Frankie’s voice is low and measured, almost soft when he continues.

“You think you can do all that like it’s not going to immediately make me come all over this face?”

And Audrey grins and files that away.

“I already told you, gatita,” he pulls out and slams his cock back inside of her, making her writhe with pleasure where he has her trapped, “I’m going to come inside this pussy.”

And Frankie grips her hips and pounds away at the softest, most desperate parts of her.

She watches as Frankie pulls her apart. The way his gaze is locked on where his cock stretches her. The one errant curl made damp with exertion that falls into his eyes. The way his top lip curls with a particularly harsh snap of his hips. The set of his jaw and the grit of his teeth as he hisses air through the gaps, Adam’s apple bobbing with each grunt.

He purses his lips and scrunches his nose when he exhales.

Audrey shifts her hips and Frankie lets out a breathy “shit” when he bottoms out.

And Frankie reads her like a weather pattern from 30,000 feet.

Her mouth drops open and her head falls forward and he grins. He knows it's a game of pressure, not speed when he’s seated this deep, and he adjusts his stance to give her exactly what she needs until she’s screaming, one hand braced on the countertop, the other flattened against the mirror.

Calves burning from holding herself on tiptoes to help put Frankie at just the right angle.

He knows what it looks like just before lightning splits the sky.

“Look at me, baby,” he growls through clenched teeth, “look at me.”

And it’s a struggle with him hammering against her cervix, holding her on the brink of breaking.

The moment she meets his eyes from under a tangle of hair, Frankie presses two fingers against her clit and her walls clamp down around his cock and she lets out a scream that trails off into trembling sobs where he’s working her through it, pace still punching the air from her lungs.

He's grunting now, one hand gripped over her shoulder, the other splayed across her stomach, hips snapping against her ass.

"Fuck yeah, baby. C'mon," he grits out, "fuck, you look so beautiful,” he pants, eyes locked on her face in the mirror where her mouth has fallen open with pleasure. “Never get to see your face when I fuck you like this. You know that, hermosa? You know how beautiful you are?"

And he feels her abs go tight under his palm as he whispers in her ear before he tips her over.

"So fucking beautiful falling apart on this fat fucking cock.”

"FRANKIE," she wails as another wave of pleasure crashes into her, sending her walls clamping down hard around his dick before her strength fails her.

Frankie wraps her waist in one muscled arm when he feels her legs go shaky as she throbs around him, bracing his free palm against the mirror next to hers, frantically chasing his own release.

She finds herself enough to lace her fingers with the hand that’s holding her up and runs the other over his outstretched forearm.

“Go on, Frankie,” she tips her face to bury her nose into his bicep. “Mmmm let me feel it,” she purrs in a haze, licking at the salt of his skin. “Give it to me. Please. Please, baby. Oh god, I wanna feel you come, Frankie.”

“Oh FUCK—" he barks, feeling his cock respond to her words, swelling and twitching inside of her before she sinks her teeth into his arm.

Frankie shouts as his hips snap hard, smashing her painfully between him and the countertop as pleasure explodes, searing white-hot through his blood.

He snarls into her ear with every pulse of his cock as he empties himself deep inside of her for what feels like an eternity.

Audrey practically growls at the feeling of wet warmth that's already starting to drip down her thigh.

Frankie shudders with the last of it and her mouth falls open, tongue laving over the indentations her teeth stamped into his skin.

She slants her eyes over to meet his in the mirror and he whispers, “don’t you dare move.”

And she’s so pliant here pressed against his heaving chest that the thought of having to move hadn’t even yet crossed her mind.

Frankie pulls out with a moan and sinks to his knees, holding her first by the hips and then by her ass as she supports her weight with hands on the countertop because she still can't trust her legs.

He spreads her open with his thumbs, moaning with satisfaction at the sight of the thick white of his release slipping from her.

On impulse he latches his mouth to her pussy and she jumps with a whine at the scratch of his beard against delicate, overstimulated skin. Frankie’s tongue slips inside and Audrey’s head falls back on her shoulders as sanity briefly abandons her.

His chest finds her back again as his hand fits gently around her throat, fingers dipping into the hinge of her jaw, craning her head up and back.

Frankie lets his lips fall open against her mouth.

And lets his come slip onto her tongue.

And the hand around her throat waits for her swallow before his lips crash against hers, tongue slipping inside of her again. Tasting himself there.

“Oh my god,” she whispers against his mouth when they part. Both desperate for air.

“I told you,” he fights for breath against her back, “I was gonna watch it drip out.” Frankie mashes his nose to her temple, filling his burning lungs with the scent of her hair.

She brings one hand up to cup his scruffy cheek, humming in satisfaction.

“C'mere,” he whispers and sits on the floor, back braced against the jacuzzi tub, reaching up for her.

Audrey settles between his legs, head resting on his thigh, Frankie’s fingers soothing across whatever skin he can reach.

“Think I went deaf for a second,” she murmurs, tipping her face to suck a kiss into his inner thigh.

“Sorry, I know I was right in your ear.”

“No,” she hums, “before that.”

“That good?” Frankie strokes her hair.

“That good.” Audrey nuzzles his skin. “Is that tradition too when one earns their callsign?” She asks, angling big eyes up at him. “To come so hard you briefly go deaf?”

A coil of pride winds itself around his heart.

“It definitely wasn’t for Pope,” Frankie’s head thumps back against the tub with a grin and she laughs, curling in tighter to his leg.

“You cold, baby? Here,” he gently urges her up and starts the shower, wrapping her in his arms to offer his heat, sucking lazy kisses into her lips as they wait for the water to warm.

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And thus, the story of their fifth job and how Audrey earned her call sign is ridiculous.

So there was this taxidermy moose in an office in Belize…

But Audrey does in fact ask for a copy of the cleanup report.

It arrives at her apartment via courier early one Saturday morning. Over coffee she skims the details of a replaced window pane and the trajectory of blood splatter.

It all lines up with their account but she still can’t bring herself to believe. Until one line on the second to last page catches her eye.

Three broken shafts of hollow animal hair found at feet of deceased. Presumed from preserved Alces americanus in office, dislodged due to bullet trajectory. Cannot confirm without analysis. No visible damage to specimen. No further investigation warranted.

And she files it away with a grin.

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roseyrays · 1 year

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GLASS SLIPPERS & DREAMS

•Neige LeBlanche x Cinderella!Reader

•warnings: ooc ✦ romantic ✦ request from anon

•notes: theme inspiration @/fr0st-km

it was love at first sight when you two met

you guys were like ":0 …. :0 ♡︎♡︎”

but ofc you can’t just walk to one another and say “aye wanna date?” that’s just weird 😭

so you guys decided to be besties and hang out to know each other better (●’◡’●)ﾉ

he absolutely loves how kind you are and independent, helpful, responsible, respectful, beautiful, gorgeous, pretty, OK OK WE GET IT NEIGE

when he heard about what your life was back then he felt so sad for you :((

so he tried to cheer you up by helping you clean the school :DD (he was pretending it was a date hhsjsh)

when the both of you finally have the GUTS to confess to one another it was so MAGICAL

it was night time, you guys were hanging out (as usual) and he just confessed right there and OFC you accept his feelings

it was a dream come true (a dream is a wish your heart makes when you’re fast asleep)

he loves your little animal mice friends ♡´･ᴗ･`♡ he thinks they’re adorable especially Gus

he introduced you to the dwarfs and they immediately LOVED you

i mean WHO WOULDN’T 🤨🤨🤨

you guys sing and dance a lot together BUT it’s even MORE FUN when the dwarfs are there (yaho yaho-)

he notices how much you tend to loose shoes every now and then (lmao)

so he tries to help you out by following you everywhere

NOT TECHNICALLY EVERYWHERE but you get my point right?

anyways may your relationship last forever more ❤︎︎

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After the Fire ~ Chapter Fifty

Summary: Following the Battle of the Five Armies, a grievously wounded Thorin is brought back to the kingdom of Erebor, which is still mostly in ruins. Although he’s survived the wounds he received at the end of Azog’s blade, his recovery is far from complete. Grief, regret, anger, all are making his journey that much more difficult and the physical recovery isn’t quite the most difficult challenge he faces.

Jasna Stoneham is no stranger to loss, as she is a survivor of Smaug’s wrath upon Esgaroth. When she is asked to help the dwarves healers of Erebor, her instinct is to say no, but she needs the job, and so agrees to it. However, no one told her that of all the patients, she would be responsible for the king himself, Thorin Oakenshield.

Unfortunately, the road to recovery isn’t necessary a smooth one, but if there’s one thing Thorin will learn, it’s that Jasna is just as stubborn as he is and for every step back he takes, she is there to push him three steps forward. And Jasna will soon find out that there is a gentle, softer side to the dwarf king, one that very few people have ever seen and one he fights to keep hidden from her as well. But like his recovery, that is also easier said than done.

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x ofc Jasna Stoneham

Characters: Jasna, Thorin, Dwalin, Thranduíl, Rainisa

Warnings: None

Rating: T

Word Count: 2.9k

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Thorin couldn’t sit still. Impatience swirled through him as elves unceremoniously shoved him aside and whisked Jasna somewhere deep within Mirkwood, leaving him in their wake. Dwalin appeared on forest’s threshold. “What happened?”

“We were ambushed,” Thorin growled, gesturing for him to fall into step. “We were—Jasna was—I knew we should have but remained in Erebor…”

“Ye make no sense,” Dwalin told him, shaking his head as he stopped to turn back out toward the meadow. “If they’re out there, we should—”

“We should what? There are but two of us and an army of them, and I cannot even think about that at the moment. Oy, you!” Thorin bellowed at an elf sprinting in the direction the others had taken Jasna. “Where do you treat your wounded?”

The elf barely slowed, calling over her shoulder, “Down below. Our healing room is between here and the kitchens.”

“Yes, but how do I—” The question died on his lips as the elf vanished around a corner and fury twisted his gut into tight knots. “Mahal, if she dies…”

“Thorin, what happened?”

“Jasna took an arrow. The filth cut her down.”

“An arrow? The filth? What filth?”

Thorin stopped, fury dropping a red haze before his eyes. “Orcs!”

“Are ye joking?”

“Do I look as if I joke?” That fury mingled with a fiery hot sense of helplessness that left him pacing the entrance of Mirkwood endlessly. “They came out of nowhere and without warning and now I know not where they have even taken her.”

As if he’d heard them, Thranduíl swept down the corridor toward them. “I have just heard what happened,” he said by way of greeting. “How badly was the queen hurt?”

“I know only that she took an arrow,” Thorin gestured toward where he’d last seen Jasna. “And your people thought to just shove me aside.”

“Their concern was where it should be, with your wife.” Thranduíl did not halt his stride as he passed. “And bringing me abreast of the situation. Worry not, I’ve sent some of my finest warriors after them.”

“How did this even happen? “Dwalin growled as he strode alongside Thorin.

“How do you think it happened?” Thranduíl asked without raising his voice at all.

Thorin rolled his eyes. “It doesn’t matter at the moment, but should you take any prisoners, I would like a word with them.”

“I will see what I can do.”

“No,” Thorin shook his head, “I will speak with any and all of them.”

“Thorin, you need focus only on the queen. I am more than capable of questioning any and all prisoners.”

“Thrandy—”

“No,” Thranduíl stopped the, his long, golden brown robe swishing elegantly as he spun about to glare at them, “you will kindly remember this is my realm and as such, I will deal with this as I see fit.”

Thorin’s gut twisted and his fists clenched on their own as he took a step forward, only to have Dwalin grab him by the upper arm. “He’s right, laddie,” Dwalin growled in a low voice. “And now is no’ the time ta be fightin’ about it. Save yer fury for the ones who deserve it.”

He was right, of course, but that didn't put Thorin’s mind at ease nor cool his fury one bit. He looked first at Dwalin, then at Thranduíl, and said, “Know this… if she is mortally wounded, or even permanently harmed, there is no force in all of the realms that will keep me from the one responsible and if that means I step on your toes, Thranduíl, so be it.”

“Fair enough.” Thranduíl spun about once more, this time sending his shimmering white-blond hair spilling over his shoulders. “Come with me and I will take you to our healing room.”

“Finally.”

“Thorin.” Dwalin nudged him sharply.

He ignored it, following Thranduíl as the elvenking led them down along an open air walkway that looked to be under the very trees and bushes that made up the walls of the palace. Roots twisted this way and that above their heads to block out the light, torches descended by chains from those roots making up for the lost beams. The air grew cool and had a hint of dampness to it, and the rush of water sounded in the distance. It reminded him all too well of the last time he’d been led into the depths of Mirkwood, when he and his Company had been taken prisoner and shown to the dungeons.

But this time, they went no further than one or two floors below the earth’s surface, and Thranduíl turned to his right to lead them down a narrow corridor. Voices floated out to greet them and Thorin’s gut kinked when he heard the words morgul shaft.

All he knew of morgul arrows was they could be lethal. Kíli had taken one the last time they’d been in Mirkwood and it was only thanks to Bard and Tauriel that he lived to tell the tale. Thorin remembered his nephew growing paler until he went almost completely gray, and grew weaker until he could no longer stand of his own power. Had they not gotten help…

He didn't want to think about it. And now Jasna had been felled by the same weapon.

Gundabad orcs could not be dead enough.

Those words added a sense of urgency to his stride, the pain in his still-sore calf forgotten, and he thought nothing of pushing by Thranduíl as the voices grew louder. He ignored the elvenking, ignored Dwalin, ignored everyone else as he strode into the healing room and his stomach clenched at the sight of the bloodied toweling on the floor and two elves standing over Jasna, who was unconscious on their table.

Both women looked up and the taller of the two turned to her assistant. “Pack the wound and bandage it. I will talk to His Highness.”

Before Thorin could march up to them, Dwalin’s fingers clamped down on his upper arm once more. “Wait for them to tell you everything, Thorin. Do no’ be jumpin’ to conclusions.”

“Your Highness?” The healer came around the table, her dark eyes tranquil and her equally dark hair pulled away from her face and piled atop her head. “I am Rainisa.”

“Thorin,” he said without looking away from Jasna. She looked so deathly pale, so still. His stomach churned to send the sour taste of bile up into the back of his mouth. His heart beat so hard and fast, he felt dizzy. “Please… I need to see her.”

“In time,” Rainisa told him softly, taking him by the elbow. “Come and I’ll apprise you of your wife’s condition.”

“Was she hit by a morgul arrow?”

“Your Highness—”

He glared at her. “Was she?”

Rainisa drew in a deep breath. “Yes. But,” she held up a hand as he opened his mouth, “we were able to clean it entirely and she should be fine.”

Relief surged through him, turning his knees to sponge as he whispered, “Thank Mahal.”

Thranduíl touched his shoulder. “I will be by later to see how you both fare. And I will let you know what my scouts turn up.”

Thorin nodded, his throat so tight he was almost afraid to speak. He cleared it and said, “I thank you.”

“Of course.”

“Dwalin,” Thorin turned to him, “go with him.”

“Are ye sure?”

“I am, yes. I just wish to sit with Jasna for now.”

“Very well.”

Thorin sighed softly as Dwalin and Thranduíl left the healing room, then he turned to Rainisa. “Can I sit with her?”

“Of course,” Rainisa said with a tranquil smile. “I would wonder if you didn't ask to.”

“Thank you.”

“Of course.” Rainisa gave a gentle tug on his arm to propel him forward. “She was very lucky. Had the arrow hit her more toward the right, and it might have pierced her heart. As it is, we were able to remove the entire arrowhead and the pieces of the shaft that splintered off. We’ve packed the wound and will keep an eye on it over the next few days to make certain we didn't miss anything.”

“Will she have full use of her arm?”

“She should, yes.” Rainisa smiled up at him. “But tell me, has she told you yet?”

He stopped, his stomach twisting once more. Only this time, there were hints of butterflies within the twisting. “Has she told me what?”

“That she’s with child.”

Those words, so softly uttered, were like a blow to the stomach, knocking him back a step. But unlike such a blow, there was no pain, no discomfort, only a sense of disbelief as he whispered, “What?”

“She’s with child.” Rainisa repeated softly. “You didn’t know?”

“I had no idea, no.”

“She most likely didn't know herself. I cannot say for certain without speaking with her, but I’d say she’s only a few weeks along.”

“She’s… only a few weeks…” His gaze went to Jasna, and his heart beat even faster now as he shook his head. “A baby… Mahal… she’s having a baby.”

“If I am correct, she should be due sometime in early to mid-summer.”

“A baby…” He smiled, shaking his head. “She will not fight me over returning to Erebor, I hope. For she will not win that battle now.”

“That I cannot say. Why don't you sit with her until she wakes? I think she might like to hear this news from you rather than from me.”

He almost chuckled at the notion. “Somehow, I doubt this is how she thought she would ever learn such a thing.”

“Probably.” Rainisa slid her arm free. “Let one of us know if you need anything.”

“I will. And thank you.”

“Of course.”

She left him then and he limped over to Jasna’s bedside, where he sank onto the stool one of the others brought over, and reached to slip her hand into his. “Amrâlimê, you need open your eyes, for I have wonderful news to share with you.”

He brought her small hand to his lips, brushing the back of it with a light kiss. A baby. Mahal saw fit to bless them with a pebble of their own. There were no sweeter words Rainisa could have uttered to him than she’s with child.

Her fingers tightened about his and with his free hand, he smoothed her coppery hair away from her face. “Have you any idea how I love you, Jasna? Any idea at all?” he murmured, stroking her hair with light fingers. “Every bit of happiness I thought I would never have, has come to me and that is all because of you and now… we will have a little one of our own soon. And I look so very forward to spoiling the both of you.”

“What?”

He smiled at the soft confusion in Jasna’s whisper and when she turned her head toward him, he nodded. “We will. Rainisa told me.”

“A little one?”

“Did you know?”

She offered up a sleepy smile and slowly nodded. “I had a suspicion, yes. But I’m only a week late, and with all of the traveling, and then what happened to you…” Her eyes opened all the way. “I suppose you’ll want to return home now.”

“And I hope you’ll not fight me on it.”

“No.” Jasna shook her head. “I won’t. I know better. But, promise me you will not fuss over me. You’ll drive me mad if you do.”

“Mesmel, I promise nothing.”

“I am in trouble, aren’t I?”

He stood and bent to press a gentle kiss into her forehead. “Most likely. Have you any idea how special this is? Dwarves see the birth of a child as a momentous thing, for it does not happen for ever every dwarf couple. Some are never blessed.”

“Ah, but I am not a dwarf, remember?”

“As if I could forget.” His hand went still on her hair. “How do you feel otherwise?”

“I’m all right, Thorin. Rainisa gave me something for the pain and I must find out what it is, for I think it would be something we should definitely keep in the infirmary back in Erebor.”

“I will be sure to ask her if you don’t.”

“We are having a baby, dwarf,” she whispered, her eyes shiny as they met his.

“We are having a baby.”

“I love you.”

He rose and bent over, whispering, “I love you, too,” as his lips came down to meet hers in a soft kiss that spoke far more than he ever could with words.

Her shoulder ached, but Jasna tried not think about it as she snuggled up to Thorin that night. It had taken some doing, convincing Rainisa to let her leave the healing room. It was only after she reminded the healer that she, too, was a trained healer and knew full well what the symptoms of morgul poisoning were, that the elf relented.

Thorin’s arm came carefully about her shoulders. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“I’m fine, dwarf,” she told him with a smile. The last time her spirits were this high, was on a rainy night when a certain dwarf confessed his feelings for her.

“What are you doing here?”

He hung the cloak on the rack just behind the door. “I am a fool, Jasna. A fool and a jackanapes, and a mule and I… I owe you an apology at the very least.”

“I am listening.”

He turned back to her and she tried not to notice how his very presence seemed to fill the room. Water still dripped from his beard, and he swiped at it with his sleeve. “I should have told you about Shael, I should have been honest about her from the beginning.”

A shiver traced down along Jasna’s spine even as she folded her arms and stared at him. “Yes, you should have. If nothing else, you should have before you and I were together.”

A hint of color swept along his cheekbones, disappearing into both his hair and his beard. Still, to her surprise, he nodded. “You’re right. I should have. But, I wasn’t lying when I said I was selfish. I was. I didn't want you to turn me away and I was afraid you would. And in all honesty, I wasn't certain she was even coming to Erebor.”

It was all she could do to not roll her eyes. “Thorin—”

He held up both hands. “I know, it sounds weak, but I didn’t. She and I were never an actual couple. She is Dís’ closest friend and it just became a given that I would ask her to marry me. But then, I got word about my father and I happened to meet up with Gandalf and that led to the Shire, and to Ravenhill and to you.” He hesitated, then closed the gap between them, catching her face in his hands and her heart threatened to burst clear from her chest as he whispered, “And I am ever so thankful it led me to you, Jasna. And I didn't lie when I said I wanted to see where we led to, I do want to see it. And not just to my bed, but beyond that. Well beyond it.”

As he spoke, his thumbs moved lightly along her cheeks, his blue eyes as soft as his touch and she pressed her lips together to keep them from trembling, squeezed her eyes shut to keep them from overflowing, and when his lips brushed her forehead, she felt her insides melt.

“Thorin, if you are t-telling me what you think I w-w-wish to hear and not what you truly m-mean—”

“I’m not. I promise you, I’m not,” he whispered back, brushing another kiss against her forehead. “Open your eyes and look at me, amrâlimê.”

She did just that, her belly alive with butterflies wildly beating their wings to leave her lightheaded and breathless. His eyes were soft and her toes curled against the floorboards as he whispered, “I love you, Jasna. And I am so very sorry I hurt you. I will never hurt you again.”

His fingers brushed lightly along her shoulder, taking care to avoid the small bandage just below her collarbone. “What are you thinking about?”

“The night you finally told me you loved me.” She carefully eased onto her side to face him. “Do you remember that?”

“It was raining and you were furious with me and rightfully so.”

She smiled. “And you suggested I should forget about ever wearing a corset again.”

His grin grew wolfish. “I like the way you look without one.”

She traced along the lines inked into his skin, along the scars left behind by a warg’s teeth. Then, she leaned in to brush her lips across one scar. “And you asked me to marry you that night.”

“I did, indeed.”

“And now here we are.”

“Here we are.” He slid his fingers into her hair, drawing it away from her face. “And there is nowhere else I would rather be, amrâlimê.”

“Nor would I.”

“And you will not fight me when I tell you we are going home.”

“I already said I wouldn’t, remember?”

“I’m just making certain.”

She smiled as she leaned into him and their lips met. No, she wouldn’t fight him. Truth be told, she just wanted to go home at that point. Rivendell would wait, she and Thorin had far more important matters to think about now. And she couldn't wait to see the looks on everyone faces when she and Thorin told them their news.

A baby.

How wonderful.

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Gimli son of Gloin. I love him so much

GIMLI MY BELOVED!!!

Sexuality Headcanon: he is Gay. like he’s definitely kissed a girl before and had experiences with them but in the end he discovered he’s gay

Gender Headcanon: i feel like dwarfs in general exist beyond the binaries of gender and Gimli is one of these people but he aligns himself as male the most

A ship I have with said character: LEGOLAS. they are a duo and should NOT be separated at all ever.

A BROTP I have with said character: Legolas once again. they are enemies to friends to lovers 🫶 but also Aragorn ofc, they’re besties. AND FARAMIR i feel like they got up to no good together one night and become super super close for no reason.

A NOTP I have with said character: I don’t really see Gimli being shipped with anyone else, I guess my NOTP is anyone except for Legolas NSNDNDB

A random headcanon: I HC that Gimli is one of those people who makes friends wherever he goes. Post-War Aragorn and company walk into a tavern and it turns out like 70% of the people on there know him personally. He’s just That Guy.

General Opinion over said character: Gimli is one of the most well-rounded impressive characters in the whole series. Like the way he speaks in incredibly eloquent and just everything about him truly is fascinating. He’s a skilled fighter, AMAZING poetic, great friend and overall a super good guy. I really do believe he’s the most poetic and kind-hearted of the whole fellowship 🥹

#TY FOR ASKING GIMLI I LOVEEEE GIMLI #if you see this feel free to send a character in my asks for the ask game!! :D #gimli #ask game #milesasinmorales

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steele-soulmate · 2 years

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Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 3, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD

WORDS: 1326

After Peter rescued me from the big tent, I was put on playground duty. I didn’t mind- I quite enjoyed watching after the kids while their parents were busy with adult faire duties.

I was seated on the bench that was closest to the archers’ encampment, my crochet hook in hand as I worked on making a purple bunny plush toy. I would look up every couple of minutes to check on the kids- Emma and Izzie were on the monkey bars along with their older brother Allen, who was keeping a close eye on his twin sisters. Michael was running back and forth pushing siblings David and Remi on the swings. Little Elijah was playing with carved blocks at my feet and his two month old little sister was taking a nap on the bench next to me, swaddled up in blankets and caged up with a fluffy pillow.

“…and done!” I held up the brightly colored toy, beaming as I admired my latest completed project. I placed it into my basket and began on another bunny, this one in green.

“Hey.”

I looked up and smiled at Peter, who had an opened bottle of ice cold Gatorade in his hand and an equally shy smile on his face.

“Would you like to sit?” I asked him, setting aside my new project to pick up the baby only to have Peter beat me to it. The sleeping child looked ridiculously small in his giant hands as he maneuvered her to be comfortable. “You’re good with her.”

“I have five older sisters and nine nieces,” he explained, chuckling at little Elijah, who stood up and grabbed at Peter’s jeans, waving a block of wood that was carved like an elephant, babbling adorable nonsense.

“No brothers or nephews?” I asked him. “Your poor father.”

He laughed outright at that, barking out his laughter at my quip as he bent down to pick Elijah up. The little boy snuggled into the giant man’s arm, reaching out to gently pat at his sister’s foot.

“Yes, don’t you worry,” he murmured softly before turning back to me. “No other boys in the family.”

“Yeeps.” I moved my eyes from him for a moment so that I could momentarily focus on forming one of the two floppy ears. “After mom had Adam, she really wanted a girl, but she got Benjamen, then Caleb, then Daniel, then Ephraim, then Frank, finally Gideon.”

“Your brothers?” he asked, clearly amused.

I reached into my bra and pulled out my cell phone. I pulled up my photo app and scrolled through my albums before tapping MY FAMILY. I tapped on the latest picture of the ten of us kids at one of dad’s vacation homes in our swimsuits, goofing off by the lake.

“How tall are they?” he asked nonchalantly, clearly amused by how dwarfed I looked in Gideon’s arms.

“Gideon, he’s the youngest, is the tallest at seven feet three inches,” I causally answered, giggling at the look he shot me. “You have no idea how much of a pain it is trying to find bedsheets that fit his bed.”

“What does Gideon do for a living?” he asked me, clearly nervous, as though I was going to sic my brothers on him.

“Adam in in the navy, Benjimen is a MMA fighter, Caleb is a professional boxer, Daniel is the quarterback for the New Orleans Saints, Ephraim works for the CIA, Frank is SWAT and Gideon took the smart way out- he’s a lawyer.” I giggled at the fearful look on his face.

“Even more motivation for me not to hurt you,” he muttered, bouncing little Elijah up further into his arms. “If I ever make you cry, no one is going to be able to find my body.”

I shrugged as I finished an ear and got started on the other.

“They’re all extremely overprotective over me, for reasons you may’ve already guessed,” I said in a low tone as I looped and hooked the yarn together. “You should’ve seen Adam when mom first told him. All that he could say was ‘So where did you say he was again?’ I know he and my other brothers would’ve killed him. Even Gideon, and that boy won’t even kill a spider.”

“Won’t the age gap weird them out a bit?” he wondered, making a silly face at the babies in his arms.

“I’m not telling them about you anytime soon,” I told him, focusing all my attention on the green bunny I was crafting. “I want you to myself for a while at least. Besides, they can be… inappropriate when they want to be, too much testosterone at times.”

The baby girl in Peter’s arm began to fuss and I set aside the partly finished bunny before motioning for her. Peter handed her over before shifting little Elijah to sit in both arms. I expertly held the girl in one arm while I pulled my top and bra to the side and readied myself to feed her.

“Francesca, the mom, she can’t produce milk to feed,” I explained as she latched on and began to suckle greedily. “And since I make more milk then normal, I help out by giving her excess. Isn’t that right, baby girl?” I turned my attention, cooing at the small child in my arms, who was almost asleep once more. I felt something draping over my shoulders; it was Peter’s leather jacket. Peter smiled awkwardly as he finished fussing about me and drew back into his own circle, offering little Elijah his hair to play with.

“Gramacy,” I smiled, quickly averting my eyes back to the playground, giggling as Emma and Izzie started chasing their brother. Allen let out a scream of mock fear as he began to sprint, not too fast to where his sisters wouldn’t catch him, but fast enough to encourage them to run after him.

“Wee Allen, please don’t leave the playground!” I called out, my Irish lilt coming back into play.

“Yes, Mary Claire!” he chirped, screaming as he was tackled by his little sisters. I chuckled as he pretended to rough house with his sisters, ending with their backs pressed against then asphalt as they giggled.

“Wee lambs,” I chortled, picking up the baby who had stop feeding at my breast. “Can you burp her for me please?” Peter took her from me with no complaint and started patting her back. Little Elijah helped by tapping his hand on her little rear.

I quickly righted myself before slipping my arms into the sleeves of Peter’s jacket, automatically swallowed whole. I emerged with a gasp, practically flailing as I swam in the leather jacket.

Peter chuckled as he held both Elijah and his little sister.

“You look cute in my jacket,” he chortled, poking his nose into the knot of curls that I had tied to the top of my head. I leaned into him, wrapping an arm around his torso, my other hand going to rest on my belly. I closed my eyes- I wanted Peter in my life, but…

But I was just scared of the unknown.

Gramercy, thank you, Old French?

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thelibraryoferebor · 3 years

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Five Tolkien Fics To Start You On Your Queer Journey Through Middle Earth

When it comes down to it, the world of ao3 and its other fan fiction counterparts can be a confusing place to navigate, especially for us Tolkien fans, so I have taken it upon myself to create this one stop destination for a starter pack of fan fiction (specifically queer) for the beginners in this world to enjoy! You'll get the hang of it eventually, but for now here are five fics, in no particular order, that you absolutely must read.

1. Sansûkh by determamfidd

|| teen - 578k - completed ||

The battle was over, and Thorin Oakenshield awoke, naked and shivering, in the Halls of his Ancestors.

The novelty of being dead fades quickly, and watching over his companions soon fills him with grief and guilt. Oddly, a faint flicker of hope arises in the form of his youngest kinsman, a Dwarf of Durin's line with bright red hair.

(Follows the story of the War of the Ring).

Notes: Let’s be real, if you’ve been in this particular circle of hell you’ve most definitely read this fic, but don't hate me for recing it first. It’s a lovely thilbo and gigolas combo that just has all the feels. Ofc there are other ships, but they’re all written beautifully. If you’re new to gigolas or thilbo you *must* read this fic. It’s practically mandatory, and if you don’t read it now you’ll read it later and regret not reading it sooner. I swear to Yavanna, just read it!

2. Love Always, Yours Forever by butterflyslinky

|| teen - 7k - completed ||

Tauriel, Fili and Kili pull a prank on Gimli and Legolas, who respond in kind. Things go a little too far.

Notes: This fic is a personal favorite of mine. You might even call it a guilty pleasure of sorts. While it does feel kinda cracky at the beginning (not that I mind), it'll have you sobbing by the end. I revisit this fic almost every other week. BTW it's gigolas and kiliel, and there might be a smudge of bagginsheild, but not enough for it to be mentioned in the tags.

3. I Can See You Through the Flames by LittleLynn

|| explicit - 62.4k - completed ||

When Bard Bowman manages to get a job tutoring a young boy at Mirkwood Hall, he and his children move to the strange and dark estate. It does not take long for him to realise that there is something hiding amidst its walls and behind the blank mask of its mysterious lord. Despite his gut warnings that something is not as it seems, he still cannot help the foolish way that he falls for his lord and employer.

Notes: I adore this fic and I'll gush about it in just a sec, but first things first. This fic is barduil centric (bard/thranduil) and I know that that (that being Thranduil) isn't everybody's cup of tea, but I promise that if this fic doesn't make you adore him, nothing will. I personally consider barduil to be one of my Tolkien otps (up there w/thilbo and gigolas), so please, if you don't like it just move on. But.... if you're open to the idea I highly recommend this fic as an amazing starting point. Features Frerin, Thorin, Dis and them a little bit, and tiny Legolas is magnificent. It's written based upon some book, but it's totally readable without having read it. Jane Eyre, I think.

4. Smell the Sea and Feel the Sky by Thorinsmut

|| explicit - 65.7k - completed ||

Captain Dwalin - a privateer for the Crown - is in love with beautiful, sweet, innocent Lady Norine.

His main rival (whom he is most definitely not in lust with) is the cockiest little man he ever met - Captain Vulpes, a pirate with a fast mongrel of a ship and a bad habit of stealing his targets out from under his nose.

...it's going to take him a while to realize they're the same genderfluid person.

Notes: Bear with me on this one, but it's a deep au (if you haven't caught on yet, I'm fond of AU's). This one has Nori/Dwailin and is a Pirate!Au with genderfluid!Nori which, especially since I'm genderfluid, I adore. Tbh this is one of my favorite fics, especially for a ship I usually only do as a side pairing. It's written beautifully, although it's a little bit more on the mature side so if heavy themes revolving sexual content aren't you're thing, I might advise you to go for one of the other fics on this list first. But seriously, this is amazing in all of the ways.

5. An Unexpected Addition by karategal

|| teen - 88.9k - completed ||

All of the dwarves survive the Battle of the Five Armies, but Bilbo must return to the Shire to sort out his old life and make way for a new one in Erebor. Over one year later, Bilbo comes back to the Lonely Mountain with a recently orphaned Frodo. King Thorin isn't quite sure what to make of this new, tiny addition to his Company.

Notes: This one has to be my absolute favorite "Frodo comes to Erebor fic", and let me tell you that there are a shitload of them (not that I'm really complaining). It's just perfectly written and characterized and the thilbo is magnificent. And just asifehihifhgh I can'tttt. It's so good. At this point I don't think I need to say much, but this is the perfect start for reading thilbo and no one can convince me otherwise.

A couple more things as this rec list comes to a close. I hope these five fits do well to start you on your gay Tolkien journey, but be forewarned, Tolkien fanfics are almost always novels. Right now that might now be your thing, if you've read fics before and are coming from another fandom, but I promise you if you give the long ones a chance they'll sway you. I used to only go for one shots but now I read these novel length stories like they're nothing. When it's written well long stories are the best. That's all for now ig, see ya tomorrow!

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tteokdoroki · 3 years

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Ya know what I need? Big bulky college bk and kiri. I’m talking 6’3 and 6’5 or some shit. (Obviously kiri is bigger (˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵)) and sero land denki who are tall as hell too but like skinnier (but still as hot ofc 😫) PLSSS the intimidation

no bc ??? i feel like the bakusquad boys grow up to be so fuckin tall?? can you imagine being helped by one of them on campus, like they’re asking by and you trip or something so they pick up your shit and then they’re cornering you— asking you questions and checking up on you. the boys mean so well but you’re just that bit shorter than them that it means they can tower over you and—

kirishima, big old fuckin boy, brushing 6’7 with muscled arms and a charming smile that fills your tummy with butterflies as if you’re in high school leaning over you to brush the hair out of your face and putting a big hand on your shoulder. “you okay gorgeous? i’m glad you’re safe,” please he’d be so gentle with you it makes you all warm and gushy, boy doesn’t even know the effect he has on you!! “that was quite the fall you took there,”

you can barely not or mumble out a small yes and then bakugou’s shouldering the redhead out of the way— smirking at you like you’re prey and he’s a wolf coming to hunt you down. ‘cause god you’re practically dwarfed by him, even if he’s a little shorter than kiri, he’s still big and his presence even bigger. “quit flirtin’ with her shitty hair, you’re scarin’ the poor thing..” he’d say and you’d shake like a little leaf!!

kiri wouldn’t even realise the effect he had on you n would back up with a little blush that’s got you all hot and bothered on the inside WAH! tall boys <33 he’s probably only so flustered because he’s only just realised how much he towers over you and how intimidating that can be— certainly not thinking about lifting you in his arms and bouncing you up and down on his cock when he hits the dorms thats for sure.

#tteokdoroki #HMMM #bnha thirsts #mha thirsts #kirishima thirsts #bakugou thirsts #bnha smut #mha smut #kirishima x reader #bakugou x reader #bakusquad #anon #you’ve got mail 💌

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randomlotrthoughts · 3 years

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A note to all you lotr/hobbit fanfic writers

1) ELVES DON’T JUST GO AROUND DRINKING FUCKING MIRUVOR LIKE THEY WOULD DRINK WINE.

2) LEGOLAS IS A FUCKING VEGAN SO STOP TALKING ABT HIM EATING MEAT IT WOULD BE AN OFFENSE TO HIS SYSTEM AND BELIEFS

3) LEMBAS BREAD IS NOT USED AS A DANG SIDE WHEN EATING ANY NORMAL MEAL UNLESS THEY’RE TRAVELING

4) LEGOLAS ISN’T A BLABBER.

5) EOWYN STOPPED FIGHTING AFTER SHE MARRIED FARAMIR. SHE WASN’T GOING AROUND ON MISSIONS BC SHE ‘REFUSED TO BE LEFT BEHIND’

6) ARAGORN IS NOT GAY FOR LEGOLAS. VICE VERSA SAM IS NOT GAY FOR FRODO. VICE VERSA THE LIST GOES ON

7) PEOPLE DIDN’T GO AROUND WITH MITHRIL IN THEIR HAIR, CLOTHES, ROOMS, BLAH BLAH BLAH. IT WAS EXPENSIVE AND VALUABLE AS HELL AND TRUST ME IT WAS RARE. FRODO IS OUR ONLY EXCEPTION

8) GANDALF DOES NOT SAY ‘FOOL OF A _____’ TO JUST ANYONE. ITS FOR FRICKIN PIPPIN BC HES AN IDIOT NO OFFENCE PIPPIN I LUV YA

9) LEGOLAS’ HAIR ISN’T WHITE BLONDE IT’S GOLDEN DESPITE THE WEIRD CHANGE IN THE HOBBIT

10) WHEN U R WRITING ‘MY FRIEND’ IN ELVISH ITS ‘MELLON NIN’ NOT ‘NIN MELLON’ NOW GET IT THE FRAC RIGHT THEY DON’T HAVE THE SAME FRIGGIN GRAMMAR AS ENGLISH PPL

11) NAME ONE TIME LEGOLAS CALLED ARAGORN ESTEL. ILL WAIT.

12) IM LIKE 99% SURE ARAGORN WOULD’VE STOPPED CALLING ELROND ADA (IF HE EVER DID) AFTER HE FELL IN LOVE WITHT THE DUDES FUCKIN DAUGHTER. THAT MIGHT HAVE POSED AN AWKARD SITUATION NOT TO MENTION ELROND WAS MAD ASF ABT IT

13) CORRECT ME IF IM WRONG BUT IM ALSO 99% SURE TOLKIEN NEVER SAID DWARF WOMEN HAD BEARDS

14) THRANDUIL’S A SHITTY DAD ACCORDING TO THE MOVIE SO FIGHT ME. I IN NO WAY TAKE PJ’S ADAPTION AS CANON THO UNLESS IT COMES FROM THE BOOK OFC SO YEA

15) TAURIEL WAS JUST A STUPID CRUSH. LEGGY GOT OVER HER REAL QUICK TRUST ME, ESPECIALLY WHEN HE HAD HIS BUDS GIMLI AND ARAGORN

That wasn’t meant to be a rant per se, or a hate post, but it’s to help u guys. bc it’s true.

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pandoramarsh · 3 years

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ok so pjo is gonna be adapted to a live action. the kane chronicles is getting a movie. and yeah, ofc, that's cool and all, but imagine:

a Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgards cartoon show.

imagine the trailer. oh wow, there's a talking sword that glows and sings Selena Gomez songs. oh his name's Jack. oh his owner is even more sarcastic and he's the main character, brilliant. oh . . . he died in the first 10 minutes?

and then you imagine Magnus as all powerful and cool cuz i don't know abt you but i thought he was gonna be Odin's secret son or something. but then his dad turned out to be the outcast one of the family, not because he's rebellious, not because he's too power-hungry or selfish or evil,

but because he's too sunshine-y in the midst of bloodthirsty warrior disasters.

CAN YOU IMAGINE HOW MANY CLICHE TROPES ARE GONNA BE SWEPT OUT THE WINDOW.

ok so we got the cool main character; a cold and quiet and oh so mysterious elf — oh no he's just deaf oops; and one fucking cool dwarf with the most awesome fashion sense. and OH finally there's a girl and wow muslim representation and she's a badass too, i guess she's gonna be Magnus' love interest—

wrong.

i'm not going to get too deep in details because spoilers alert, but just . . . alex fierro. hearthstone's backstory (*cries*). ALEX'S BACKSTORY. blitzen's fashionista commentaries and the DUCKS. TJ's history. mallory keen and halfborn gunderson. samirah al abbas'. (nuff said.) and the subtle connection of this show to the pjo disney live action's???

right right. those are all cool, hm? but the main fucking reason why i want this to happen so bad is Magnus and Loki's final battle.

spoilers alert here.

so we got Loki and he's already pretty popular because of Marvel. but he would be way cooler and more manipulative and MORE. SCARS. because they're gonna make it as accurate as the myths, obvi.

and then,,, we have the,,, blond hobo who definitely is a hobo because jfc he needs a haircut. as far as his powers could go he's Snow White 2.0 and can, what, expelliarmus weapons out of ppl's hands?

Loki doesn't even NEED a weapon he's a fucking Norse god. so hm, how is the protagonist gonna win this?

why, with the power of My Little Pony power buildup sequence, of fucking course.

like?? it's so funny and anticlimactic because wow okay Loki requested a Roast Battle and oooooohhhhh burnnnn— yo wait what the fuck. what the fuck is Magnus doing.

mf really just,,, Hyped The Fuck Out of his Friends™ and got Loki trapped inside a walnut.

think about how funny it's gonna be on screen and also how many Marvel fans it's gonna fuck over.

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felassan · 3 years

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Jon Renish (Foundation Technical Director @ BioWare, working on DA4) recently did a Twitch stream where he played through some DAO. Although he works on DA, this is his first time playing through DAO. He’s playing through it looking at random details from a dev perspective as he’s currently working on DA4 and therefore wants to know more about the previous games.

On the stream he mentioned some tidbits on the development of DA4. There were also some insights and anecdotes about the development of DAO and similar. It’s a 3 hour stream so I collected them here in case that’s of use to anyone (for example not everyone can watch streams which don’t have subtitles/captions). The stream is a fun/interesting watch though, so if you’re curious or able to watch I recc doing so. 😊 The rest of this post is under a cut for length.

Please note that there’s some paraphrasing on my part, this is not a transcript. There are also some additions from another dev who featured on the stream to give some commentary. The stream also contains more snippets that at times I couldn’t make out (I tried my best!).

(There is a mention of Cullen’s VA in the text below.)

DA4

Jon said he can talk about things about DA4 that aren’t “consumer-facing”, but he can’t say anything about the game that would be consumer-facing but which isn’t already publicly available. There are several reasons for this. One, that’s not his job, there are people whose job this is and they let each other do their respective roles. Two, BW are a publicly-traded company, so if he said something that could affect that that would be insider trading. Three, they’re not done making DA4 yet, so if he said that they have added [x] to the game and people got all excited about that or pre-ordered on that basis, but [x] ended up being cut, people would be like ‘BioWare lied to us’, when it’s just that things changed during the course of development, as is often the case

He’s glad that fans are excited for the game but notes that fan expectations are always double-edged. It can be really tough as some people started ‘playing’ the game in their heads as soon as they heard of it. That’s fine, he loves that, but he hopes that peoples’ expectations don’t turn into requirements. Clearly BW have alluded to certain characters, like Solas, being in the game, but some fans say things like “If [say] Morrigan isn’t in the game, then, rahhh!” Y’know, there’s a lot of talk about how certain characters have to be in the game, and yeah.

On characters which are quantum (i.e. characters which can die or which can have similar end-states as death in previous games): their being quantum makes it really hard for the devs to work with those characters in subsequent games. The devs naturally aren’t going to put as much effort into characters which could have died previously. A character can have had an amazing appearance throughout/role in a previous game, but if there is a risk of something happening to them and of them being removed [effectively] from the plot, it just doesn’t make sense to have them as a major character in a subsequent game. If a character can, say, sacrifice themselves in some glorious ending, the devs have to make sure that if they use them again, in worldstates where the character didn’t do that, the character is kind of ‘muted’, as the devs don’t want to disrespect the players who made a different choice

A comment in chat expressed a wish for Shale in DA4. Jon’s response is that he has no idea on that front

Bugs don’t come out of crunch, they come out of development in general. Crunch does impact on the quality of a game though. In recent years BW are always really trying to reduce crunch, they’re currently working really hard to bring it down. The best way of doing that is by controlling scope. As creatives it’s tough to balance wanting to make great stuff and be industry-leading with the desire to constantly do extra passes over things they’ve created like the audio, art etc. Their biggest enemy is time, other ways of reducing crunch or time spent in general include iterating tools to make often-repeated processes as time-efficient as possible

I think the following was an observation on the industry in general as opposed to a BW-specific/-exclusive comment: he thinks that as a result of this sort of thing [working to reduce crunch], a lot of games are going to have to be smaller and a lot more focused in scope i.e. the devs will have to focus on hitting the key selling points of that particular game/series as hard as they can, and cut down on branching out sideways/wide on a bunch of random other stuff

Jon doesn’t personally engage in character creators in games, but he knows that for some players that expression is worth a lot of time and focus. BW want to be industry-leading in this kind of stuff as it’s something which is interesting/key/integral to their games

In a way BW have made their own nest of problems what with every DA game being so different to the previous one. Still, he notes that each game has a staunch fanbase that says that their particular favorite game is the best one in the series

He doesn’t want people who think that DA4 isn’t what they want to buy it and be upset - there are so many other great games out there! BW are going to make the game they’re going to make - if some people like it, that’s great, and if some people don’t, that’s cool. Sometimes waiting until reviews are out and/or really seeing beforehand if a game is something that you want [has things/features in it that you want] prior to getting it - as opposed to jumping right in or pre-ordering - is a good idea. Fans don’t always know what they want, but they do know what they like - these are 2 different things

He hopes that whatever they ship for DA4, people go “I enjoyed this experience”, and that then, if there’s additional content for it down the road, people can decide, “do I want this further content?”

On hair: BW are using the new hair technology in the latest version of the Frostbite engine, so they’ll see what they can do! This was said in response to a comment about the hair in the latest FIFA games (as EA make FIFA)

A comment in chat asked about a flying mechanic (griffons). Jon’s response is that flying is such a heavy gameplay mechanic that you can’t put it in a game without everything in the game being built about it (see Anthem)

Relating to the above comment, in DA4 mounted combat would be cool but then they’d have to make the game ‘around’ mounted combat and make the mounted combat feature meaningful

On the underwater concept art: it should not be interpreted as a promise of gameplay. BW have amazing artists who sit down for a couple weeks while they’re in early production and just draw loads and loads of all kinds of stuff. Concept art is like a moodboard or Pinterest board. Elsewhere in the stream he advised, take all the concept art together like a mosaic and ask, ‘what is the overall theme[s] here?’, and to zoom out from individual details. [This stuff echoes PW’s word on concept art]

BW don’t generally write things or the choices as bleak as the choices in DAO were anymore. This is a conscious choice on their part, they want their game to be fun [note: this was said when the side quest in Orzammar where the Warden has the option of convincing a dwarven mother to abandon her young baby to die was being played through. It seems to refer to intensively grimdark choices/beats of this kind]

I think this was more of a general comment on games: SSDs (solid state drives) mean that players will see shorter elevator rides (Mass Effect - was this a reference to the remaster?) and fewer switchback corridors (those are actually loading zones). Generally, these are going to change mechanically the time it takes to do stuff in games

The devs have lots of features on their backlog that they’d like to offer players but each will ofc involve implementation and subsequent maintenance, and each one that is chosen to add is being chosen over something else. And sometimes, it’s hard for them to tell if [x] feature or [y] feature would be better to add to the game

They’re about to work on a giant feature (a pure tooling feature, something that isn’t consumer-facing) that is probably going to take ~2 staff years of effort [I think “staff effort” includes multiple staff working concurrently, so 2 years of staff effort doesn’t = 2 years of time chronologically] to get done in the next few months. They’re investing all this effort across the people working on it because they don’t want their artists and designers etc to have to deal with the problem that it’s going to solve anymore. I’m not sure what this feature is but elsewhere in the stream they referred to tooling and automation and gave the example of, the better your tooling is, the fewer times you have to manually set the camera for a human vs elf vs dwarf position, for dynamically-generated [cinematic?] content and for the first pass to be automated (if this is the case, less time is spent/wasted on redoing it and manually touching it up) [see last bullet point in this section]

He doesn’t know how big DA4 is going to be but said “let’s ballpark and say like most games it’ll be somewhere between 70 and 100 GB”

If we kept our Wardens as the PC throughout all 3 games, at the end they would be so powerful that it’d be a bit like “Let’s just do [thing], I’ve killed gods before, whatever”. He thinks it’s good that they have fresh characters each time in DA in order to reset that power level. Some people want more Commander Shepard in the next Mass Effect and he feels like, ‘what else could you possibly want / what else could that character possibly do after 3 games?’

When asked how much freedom he/they have now to focus on next gen, he said that there’s actually almost no difference on that front. The problems never change. They now have better renderers, better ray-tracing, better graphics cards etc, but they have always made DA games for high- and low-spec PCs, so it’s actually about gameplay systems. The freedom isn’t power-based and them getting access to more cores and more RAM generally isn’t going to change how the games are played. The games still have to be made for hard drives on PC. Dev creativity matters more than power here. The challenge of building a BW game is more about/from managing loads of different plotstates, loads of different art pieces, etc

On the title situation (two): names are the last thing they worry about because names have to go through legal before being approved. Every name, including character names, has to be checked in case it’s a famous person, or associated with something bad, or offensive in a different language due to localization etc

They don’t do face scans of people with big beards

There was also a bit about changes/developments to/in the cinematic design process and associated tooling [?] but I found it too hard to follow sorry >< This bit of commentary begins at timestamp ~ 1:52:45 and continues til ~ 2:00:05 [keep listening through the bit where they pause for a cutscene]

General BW

There’s currently ~350 staff in Edmonton, ~200 in Austin and more elsewhere

He notes that DA games sell pretty well, but relative to EA games in general, they’re a drop in the bucket compared to FIFA

DAI

5% of players of DAI never created a character [Q: does this refer to people who just used the default appearances/presets with no editing, or people who only played multiplayer?]

The mounts don’t actually go faster than running, this is an illusion

I think they said it has 55,000 lines of dialogue. [I’m pretty sure I remember devs elsewhere saying it has 80,000 lines of dialogue]

One of the companions had to have their name changed during development because of legal/translation reasons. It sounds like the original name sounded too close to something offensive

DA2

Back when DA2 was internally code-named “Nug Storm”: this was at the beginning when it was pitched to the team on a set of slides. The image on the slide for that pitch had devil horns, a metal hand and no flesh, it was just made out of fire and flames

DAO

The engine DAO is made on is the third engine that they tried for it during development. [David Gaider has gone into the DAO engine stuff some on Summerfall’s series of DAO playthrough streams]

The cracks on the cracked eluvian asset are modelled after the crack on the Tardis in Doctor Who from around that time, as at the time some devs had been talking about Doctor Who a lot. A dev actually added this factoid to DAO’s entry on TV Tropes but someone else (evidently not a DA dev) came by and deleted it saying that it was too much of a stretch x)

Before the game had its name there was an HTML script that randomly generated possible titles for consideration, it adds verbs and nouns together e.g. “Grim Dark”. One of the craziest possibilities that it once generated that the devs always remember is "Bone Wind”

One of the portraits that’s used for decoration around the world in-game (it’s of a bearded human man) is actually of a specific BW staff member

He played through Stone Prisoner, where Wilhelm’s son Matthias gives exposition in the cellar. Matthias is voiced by GE and this had been pointed out to Jon earlier on. Jon: “I don’t think that character’s voice acting was super strong there”

On the in-game area towards the end of Stone Prisoner: Outdoor areas in games are large and one of the things needed for them is streaming, so different chunks can be ‘streamed in’. There’s a tower [?], and technically the top of the tower was made an outdoor level so that sky stuff could be there, though it didn’t really need to be. The person that made it an outdoor level chose the very smallest chunk size for the terrain mesh, which determines how fine of a streaming they do. So when playing, every time you moved like 4 meters, the game would stream out 50-100 chunks behind you and the same in front of you (this is the bubble around the player of what actually exists). Because it was so small, it was constantly thrashing the CPU and disc to do all the loading. The devs were like “this isn’t going to work”, but they barely had any time. The solution: they made a new level that was outdoor and copied all the sunlight and other settings, but with the largest chunk size. They copy-pasted the entire level from one to the other. The problem with that many chunks then is that there was a giant expanse of flat terrain sticking out of the middle of the tower. They didn’t know if the story was going to involve shots of the outside of the tower for this sequence or not, so they took the terrain deformation tool and bundled all the terrain vertices at the bottom of the tower in a giant clump. So to this day there’s a mess of vertices and twisted terrain at the bottom of the final level that probably no-one has ever seen [not sure though if this anecdote is in reference to a place in that DLC or somewhere elsewhere in the game?]

There were also some tidbits on Anthem, however I didn’t note them down (sorry).

If you think I misheard or misunderstood anything from this stream please let me know and I will edit/fix it. :)

(Thankyou to some of my friends who explained a tech detail from this to me.)

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#dragon age 4 #the dread wolf rises #dragon age #bioware #video games #greg ellis mention #morrigan #queen of my heart #solas #mass effect #anthem #next mass effect #i love these factoids and insights into game dev it's so interesting and fun #i actually started this post yesterday but 2 hours in I was so sleepy (it was mad late) so I called it a night

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cheeriecherry · 4 years

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hi!! how are you? can you write for baku, deku, & todo where they meet their s/o family for the first time & they’re super scary? they’re all super tall, buff, full of tattoos, loud, aggressive, mean & the fam is super overprotective over s/o & the 3 are just freaking out bc s/o is the opposite? s/o is super sweet, calm, bubbly & short so the last thing they were expecting was this & they’re just freaking out & trying to get on their s/o’s family good side? sorry if that sounds complicated 😭

The more specific the ask, the better! I’ll see what my brain can come up with, I’ve just had couch medicine so

Requests are temporarily closed so I can catch up on them!

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

-Loud boi isn’t gonna let anyone know that he’s intimidated.

-He’s already a little nervous to meet your family for the first time, though he’d never admit it. You were so hesitant to ask him to come over, and at first he thought it was because he was the loud and aggressive one.

-But that Saturday afternoon when he walks up to your house and your dad answers the door, he’s like ‘oh’ and it all clicks into place.

-He loves you a lot, so he wants to make a good impression, but he also never backs down from a challenge. So he and your dad have a stare down in the doorway, until you stroll around the corner and see them.

-You scold your dad and tell him to stop being rude to your boyfriend. Your dad doesn’t say anything, but he sighs and lets Bakugou in.

-The fun doesn’t stop there, though. You tug Bakugou around the house from room to room introducing him to your family, and every single one of them gives him the same cold, mildly threatening stare.

-Ngl your uncle who lives in the basement apartment kinda scares him, but he doesn’t say anything and tries to play it cool. The guy is built like a brick house and covered head to toe in intricate tattoos.

-He doesn’t mention it, but you can tell that your boyfriend is wondering about potential ties you have to the mafia, with a guy like that living in your house. But you assure him it’s just your uncle’s quirk that gives him the art on his skin, and that he’s actually pretty shy about it and doesn’t like going out.

-The last person he meets is your mom. With everyone being so much taller and physically stronger than you, he assumes that your mom is gonna be the person you got your tiny genes from.

-Lol no

-She’s at least six feet tall, and without a doubt the most intimidating person in the house. She’s got the face of an angel and the grace of a butterfly, but behind her smile Bakugou can see the willingness to kill anyone who hurts her baby (you).

-Lunch with the fam is a little awkward at first, until your younger cousin goads Bakugou into a spice eating contest. Then the shouting at the table begins, everyone placing their bets on who they think will win. You’re the only one who bets on your boyfriend, and you get like a hundred collective bucks out of your family members when he wins.

-He’s earned the respect of your cousin, who’s like eight maybe and now deems Bakugou a respectable opponent. Bakugou is torn between yelling and patting the kid on the head, so he probably does both and shouts at the kid to keep practicing so they can try and beat him one day.

-At the end of the visit, your boyfriend is surprisingly calm. You’re walking him home, arm in arm, not really saying much. Though you do tell him that he’s taking your living situation pretty well.

-He’s like wdym? And you explain to him that most of your friends and potential partners are scared of your family and refuse to come over because of them.

-Bakugou just scoffs and is like ‘of course they are, because they’re chicken shits. As if I’d be scared of a bunch of-’ and he pauses because you start laughing, not at him, just about the situation.

-Your family actually really likes him and find him a suitable boyfriend for you. They know you’re strong, but they want someone who can protect you and who’s loyal to you, and they see that in Bakugou. They probably invite him to the next family gathering.

MIDORIYA IZUKU

-A nervous boi

-He wants so badly to make a good impression on your family, to get their approval of your relationship. He knows you’re close with them, so he doesn’t want their potential opinions of him to sway your desire to be with him.

-He dresses casually but tidy, and while he waits at the door he fiddles with his shirt a bit.

-Almost has a heart attack when your sister opens the door and glares down at him with the rage of 1000 suns.

-He does his best to introduce himself formally and be polite, but your sister is making it awfully hard for him to stay focused. She doesn’t say anything to him, so he just continues chattering until he’s off on a tangent and saying way too much.

-And you’re like ‘I feel my boyfriend danger senses tingling’ so you go downstairs and lo and behold.

-Ofc he’s not in any actual danger, just the danger of making a fool of himself. You set a hand on your sister’s arm, and the moment you do it’s like all the anger in her body dissipates and she turns into a sweet, smiling bean. Then she skips away to go do her homework.

-You pull Midoriya inside and give him a once-over anyways, just to make sure your sister didn’t burn holes in him with her glares. But he assures you he’s alright, and he’s a lot more relaxed now that you’re around.

-Probably says something like ‘I can see why you were so nervous about bringing me to your house, your older sister seems really protective of you’

-and you’re like ‘um,,,,actually she’s my younger sister’ and he’s like ‘wot’ and you’re like ‘also she’s the least scary of everyone’ and he’s like ‘wOT’

-You waste no time parading him from room to room to show him off, all while his soul slowly escapes his body.

-Your parents actually scare him the least, like, of course they’re protective of you, but they have the common courtesy not to exaggerate their scary qualities. They still tower over both you and Midoriya, but they’re mostly civil in terms of interactions.

-Your older brothers scare him a little bit more. They share the basement suite, so you drag your boyfriend downstairs to introduce them all to each other...and interrupt their poker game with their friends.

-All of them have some kind of tattoo visible, nothing Midoriya recognizes as any gang symbol, but he’s still wary. However, he manages to say hello and all the pleasantries, and actually gets a smile out of one of your brothers, who tries to rope him into a game of cards.

-Thankfully you save him with the excuse that you still have more family to show him off to, but he’s left with the promise of ‘later, then’.

-Lastly is your sister, who he’s technically already met. She’s arguably the scariest of everyone. She’s easily almost six feet tall and looks like she could bench press the two of you with ease. You promise him that she’s a literal sweet pea, but when the two of you walk up to her room, Midoriya isn’t so sure.

-She glares at him hard, like she’s judging him about everything and if he doesn’t pass she’ll snap him in half. He has to swallow the lump in his throat, and quickly looks around the room for some kind of thing to ask about that might get her to open up.

-And he sees it. One of the rarer All Might figures from an old merch line, one that he also has, so he’s like ‘do you like All Might’ and it’s like a switch is flipped.

-You breathe a sigh of relief as the two of them start nerding out about their favourite hero, sprouting facts and recalling films and old news videos. When he mentions that All Might teaches at his school, your sister honest to god squeals, and starts asking all kinds of questions about what kind of teacher he is, what he’s learned, what it’s like to be a protogee of such a great hero. He answers everything with glee, all his former fears forgotten.

-When it comes time for dinner, your sister insists that your boyfriend sit next to her, which is apparently a very high honor because one of your brothers sulks off to the other end of the table. (You assure your brother later that it’s just temporary and that your sister just really likes your boyfriend).

-But seeing the two of them interact warms your heart, it’s usually hard for your sister to make friends because she’s so intimidating, so you’re glad they’re getting along. And so does the rest of your family! They see Midoriya’s kindness and hardworking attitude, and they warm up to him pretty quickly.

-It ends up being a really enjoyable night, despite the rocky start. Though sadly yes your boyfriend does eventually get roped into a game of poker, and yes your brother’s cheat, but you cheat too, and you’re all betting in chocolate coins. You share your hoard with him.

TODOROKI SHOUTO

-He goes into it being not nervous, and ends up being Quite nervous once he meets your family.

-When he arrives, you’re thankfully the one to answer the door, so he doesn’t get hassled, so everything seems pretty normal right off the bat. Until your cousin walks through the room and is like ‘???? who’s this pipsqueak???’ and Todoroki is torn between being his usual snarky self and being polite.

-He wats to throw shade right back, but for your sake he wants to make a good impression. You’re used to his manners (or lack thereof) but he doesn’t want your family to think he’s not worthy of you. He really loves you a lot and wants to stay with you.

-So he goes for a formal introduction, even going in for a handshake. It’s kind of funny, because your cousin is like ‘lol what are manners’ but your glare forces him to return the gesture. His hand completely dwarfs your boyfriend’s, and you have to hide a snicker.

-And then the guy awkwardly wanders out of the room.

-You and Todoroki kind of just stand there for a second, and then he’s like ‘is this what you meant when you said your family was intimidating’ and you’re like ‘:3′

-You give him a tour of the house, a nice modest place with traditional aspects. It’s nowhere near as big as his, but he like it that way, it makes the place more homey and warm.

-You introduce him to family members as you come across them; your younger twin nuisances cousins, who are more mischievous than dangerous, your aunt and her wife, who look like they could get away with murder, your brother and his friends, who mostly only glare at Todoroki to try and make him uncomfortable.

-Thankfully he’s used to the stoic and slightly scary expressions, thanks to his dad. He wonders momentarily if you’re safe here, but then he realizes that everyone in the house is especially kind to you, and very affectionate when they think he’s not looking. He doesn’t even bother asking the question.

-Lastly are your parents, who are in the kitchen preparing dinner. They’re a little perturbed that you’re both in the kitchen when they’re working, but they seem to be less purposefully intimidating than everyone else. They’re still a little scary though.

-Then he notices that your parents are making soba. From scratch. Which is particularly difficult to master, so he figures they must be pretty well practiced if they’re so good at it.

-Without thinking, he asks if they’ve made soba before, and soon your parents are sprouting off about their culinary careers and the restaurant they run. You were supposed to take over one day, but you ultimately chose a different path in life, even after they taught you so much.

-Todoroki didn’t even realize you could cook, but now he wants more than anything to try your meals someday, or learn a few things from you and make dinners together.

-It startles him a little that he’s thinking so far ahead in your lives, but honestly if you’ve managed to get him as a boyfriend then you’re likely to have him for your whole life, if you want him.

-He talks a little more with your parents about the food, expressing in his way that he’s looking forward to a dinner that’s had so much hard work go into it. And you can see the little light go on in your parents’ heads, the light that signals they approve of your choice in boyfriend and have started making room in their hearts for him.

-Dinner is nice, pretty peaceful aside from your twin cousins causing their usual trouble, but he’s nonplussed by it. he still wonders how you managed to come out so small in comparison to everyone else, but it doesn’t bother him too much. He can see that you’re loved and well cared for, and a little piece of him hopes that one day he’ll be able to get to know your family even better.

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #midoriya x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #deku x reader #todoroki x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #Anonymous

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lesetoilesfous · 3 years

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Hii :3 I love reading your stories Lese? Is it alright if I call you Lese?? I saw that you were taking prompts and are very close to getting a bingo on that last row. Buried Alive for Anders maybe, whenever youre available ofc? Fenders??? :0 hshsjsjskjd

Hey, thank you so much!! I'm happy to be called Lese, I like Les or Kat, but anything works!!! Thank you so much for helping me try to get a bingo, I really hope you enjoy this one!!!

@badthingshappenbingo Fandom: Dragon Age 2

Prompt: Buried Alive

Pairing: Fenders

Characters: Fenris, Anders, Marian Hawke, Varric Tethras

Additional Tags: Graphic Depiction of Injury, Buried Alive, Panic Attack, Trauma Responses, Pre-Relationship, Past Flogging, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending

Word Count: 2,380

Rating: Mature

“I’ve got it, go! GO!” Anders’ voice bellowing is the last thing Fenris hears before the overwhelming thunder of the cavern collapsing around them drowns out everything else.

He feels as if his mind and his body are torn apart as he runs: his legs leaving his conscious control as they’re overtaken by sheer animal instinct to get away from the collapsing mountain, his mind and sweat-stinging eyes full of the image of Anders’ tall, broad body holding his staff over his shoulders and propping up enough of a threshold for his friends to escape. Fenris’ sweating, bloody feet skid on the sandy stone as he’s deafened by the roar, his breath coming in and out of his lungs in great heaves of fresh snow and broken glass. Ahead of him is the ocean: wide and blue and wrinkled, utterly untouched by the chaos on the beach. Varric skids into the sand beside him with Hawke’s hand on the back of his jacket, her bicep tense where she’s half-lifting the dwarf off the ground.

Fenris blinks, turning around, dizzy suddenly with breathlessness and adrenaline as every chemical pumping through his body flushes into his racing mind. He stumbles, and Hawke catches him, deftly, her blue eyes wide and over-alert the way they always are whenever they get into a situation they might not survive. Fenris has seen that expression on soldiers before, and doesn’t doubt she’s carried it with her since Lothering. He neither pulls away nor leans into her touch, and after a moment she drops her hand to rest on her thighs, bending almost double as she heaves in her breath.

Behind them there’s a hissing avalanche of sand, and great scabs of reeds come tumbling down onto the beach as the cavern crumbles. Fenris has seen the devastating effects of gaatlok before, but somehow his memory never fully prepares him for the imminent blast radius. Slowly, terribly slowly, Fenris’ heart starts to slow, and his breathing begins to return to normal. He becomes aware of the sweat drying on his neck, and the salty taste of the sea breeze in his mouth. His ears are still ringing with the thunder of the cavern collapse when he hears a snap.

The sound is sharp as a whip, even through the stormcloud of noise, and Fenris notices Hawke and Varric exchange a startled look out of the corner of his eye in the split second before he starts running. Fenris stumbles to a stop in front of the cave entrance: a mess of black and grey boulders stained with algae and riddled with tumorous molluscs. The stones have cracked open in places, revealing rich layers of red and orange and yellow. Fenris barely notices, he breathes, and coughs on the sand kicked up the collapse, and breathes again before shouting into the mess. “MAGE! MAGE! MAGE! IF YOU YET LIVE, ANSWER ME.”

Fenris stops, and hears his own voice snatched by the wind and away down the dunes. At Hawke’s heels, Dog is whining, frightened by Fenris’ uncharacteristic display of emotion. Hawke puts a hand on Fenris’ shoulders, and he shrugs her off and hates her a little when her mouth falls in a brief moue of sympathy that’s gone when he blinks. She climbs up the rocks a little, one boulder reaching halfway up her torso. “ANDERS! ANDERS, ARE YOU IN THERE?”

There’s an ominous rumble, and a skittering rain of gravel and sand tumbles down the boulders. Varric clears his throat. “Go easy on the yelling, you two. We don’t want to make it worse.”

Fenris turns to him, seized by a sudden, terrible blade of hope that skewers his heart and twists in it. “Varric. What do we do?”

Varric raises an eyebrow at him. “I grew up on the surface, remember? Your guess is as good as mine.”

Anger, sudden and red, floods behind Fenris’ eyes. “That’s not good enough!” His voice rings against the rocks, and Varric purses his lips. Hawke steps between them.

“Quietly, remember? Come on, if we start moving this lot now then -” She doesn’t finish. Doesn’t say, if he’s unconscious, he might have a chance. Doesn’t say, we could get him before he bleeds out. Doesn’t say, there’s no way we can stop him suffocating, now.

Fenris nods, more relieved than he wants to admit at finally having something to do. He starts grabbing rocks, randomly at first - until one boulder grinds down onto his hand and he has to bite his arm til it bleeds to stop himself from screaming. After that it’s slow, terrible work, one rock at a time, for hours, as the bright blue sky above them bleeds to gray to welcome a hot, muggy evening and black stinging bugs emerge from the dunes to nip curiously at their burning skin.

Fenris’ knuckles are aching, and his palms are chafed raw, scratched and bleeding by the time they get through. Hawke is little better, her knuckles scraped and bruised. Even Dog is covered in a thick layer of dust, and Varric has lain Bianca reverently beside a dune with his jacket and rolled up his sleeves, an expression of uncharacteristic severity on his face as he frowns at the boulders.

The first thing they find is his staff. Fenris knows it wasn’t important to him - had seen how easily Anders had dropped one staff for another, stolen from a former gangster or some other ne’er-do-well who had had the misfortune to attack them. But there’s still something terribly simple about the snapped, useless wood when they find a splintered shaft in the rubble. Fenris blinks, and sees Anders, wide shoulders braced by that staff as he held up the collapsing ceiling, hair thick with dust and rubble. He swallows against his dry throat, sore with rock dust, and keeps moving rubble.

The sky is bleeding red by the time they find him. Dog finds him first, yelping and then whining as she scrabbles at the dust. Fenris thinks, distant, numb in his shock and delayed grief, that Anders would be surprised to learn the hound cared. But then he’s there, his feet having moved him again, without thought, and he’s crouching to lift a great splintered boulder out of the way, and his toes touch soft hair and Fenris nearly cries out. As it is, he dumps the boulder and rushes forward.

Anders is pinned between a series of rocks. His eyes are open and his hand is purple and covered with cherry red blood. Blood seeps out between the boulders around him, and his nose and mouth are thick with it. His eyes are wide open and staring, and for an awful, awful heartbeat Fenris thinks he’s dead. But then the low, soft sound of murmuring reaches him over the constant sound of the sea. “Letmeoutletmeoutletmeoutletmeoutletmeout.”

Fenris drags on the lyrium sewn into his skin and for the first time in his known life finds himself thanking the Maker, or Andraste, or the Creators, for this hideous, agonising ability. He plunges his hands through the thick stone of the rock, and wraps his fingers around a horrifically mangled mass that he thinks is one of Anders’ shoulders, and pulls.

Anders screams - an awful, hoarse thing that breaks on the way out of his split lips. But he’s out, and in the dirt, and breathing, and Fenris doesn’t think before he pulls the man into his arms and holds him so tightly his arms hurt. Fenris’ tattoos are still glowing, star-bright in the growing dark, and his muscles feel locked in place as he buries his face in Anders’ shoulder and breathes in the stink of sweat and piss and blood. He doesn’t care. He holds Anders so hard he’s shivering. He can’t shake the idea that if he lets go, even a little, he’ll forget how to breathe.

After several long minutes, in which Fenris’ muscles become so tense they ache like a bruise, Anders comes back into himself, slumping into Fenris’ arms. The movement jostles his mangled shoulder, and he whimpers, and Fenris’ arms tighten around him, as if a simple embrace will stop the pain. When Anders starts to cry, softly, trembling into Fenris’ shoulder, Fenris realises that his own face is already wet with cold tears that he doesn’t remember crying. Above them, the sky is charcoal and midnight blue, and the first stars are climbing over the sea.

Hawke lights a campfire, and steps closer to touch Fenris’ shoulder. He doesn’t react, but she doesn’t let go until he turns to look at her. Her face is still streaked with dust, and her eyes are red, but there are no signs of tear tracks that he can see in the dark. Her strong jaw is tense when she says, firmly, “We need to deal with his injuries.” Her face softens, slightly, as she adds, “You can hold him again, after.”

Slowly, feeling as if he’s been petrified in place and is now trying to coax stone, Fenris stiffly uncurls his arms. Anders doesn’t do or say anything, though his breathing hitches at the movement of his mangled arm. Fenris pushes his dusty hair out of his face, trying to avoid a thick gash across his forehead. “Mage. We need to look at your injuries.”

Anders looks at him slowly, his brown eyes almost gold in the firelight. He nods, and Fenris moves his hand to gently begin the process of peeling his blood-encrusted coat away from his skin. Anders clenches his teeth, his jaw thick with stubble full of dust, and breathes in long, shaking breaths as Fenris moves the filthy leather. When he gets to the worst of it - a place where Anders’ coat and shirt are black with blood and concave as they’ve been pushed into his body, Fenris grits his teeth. “One - two -” Before he says three, Fenris rips the coat free, causing Anders to cry out and topple forward. Fenris catches him on his good shoulder, and behind Anders, Hawke and Varric’s faces go pale.

“Blood and ashes.” Varric murmurs, looking sick. Anders’ breath starts coming faster in short, shallow pants. Fenris rushes forward, brushing his cheek with his thumb, fingers curled around his ear.

“It’s alright. It’s alright. We’ve got you.”

It takes Hawke an hour to get the debris out of the torn, broken mess of Anders’ shoulder blade. When she’s done, there’s a thin sheen of sweat across her pale skin and she looks older than she has since Bethany joined the Wardens. The fire is low and red, but Varric keeps wandering off to fetch more driftwood. There’s a small pile of shattered stone and bone on the sand that Hawke buries almost immediately. Dog is lying down beside her master, sandy head on her great paws, whining occasionally when Anders huffs a soft sound of pain. Fenris is trying, hard, not to stare at the canvas of familiar scars exposed by their impromptu operation, glittering silver in the dark like a crosshatch tattooed across Anders’ freckled back.

The sea laps softly at the beach behind them, and around them the dunes hiss with the breeze. Hawke looks at Fenris, “That’s all I can do, for now. Hopefully his mana will be back tomorrow and he’ll be able to heal the rest.” She swallows, thickly. “I knew I should’ve brought Merrill.”

Between them, Anders is all but unconscious, lying on his front, naked down to his waist, skin covered in newly cleaned cuts and bruises. Fenris stares at him for a long moment, running his fingers through the other man’s hair. He thinks he’s trying to comb the dust out, but it’s not doing much and it’s more of a nervous habit than anything. He breaks the sighing silence between them. “It’s not your fault.”

Hawke says nothing, sitting back on the other side of the fire and staring at the shifting sea, gilded with silver by the moon. The fire licks gold and rubies across her skin. She bends her knees, and rests her elbows on them, pressing her forehead to her skin and breathing for several long moments. Fenris waits. He knows he won’t be sleeping much tonight, anyway. Eventually, Hawke turns her head to the side, still resting on the pillow of her forearms. “I didn’t know you were close.”

Fenris’ fingers pause in their combing of Anders’ hair. But after two heartbeats, the discomfort of not reminding himself that the man beside him is still alive is greater than compromising whatever bud of new life they’d been nurturing between them. He bites the inside of his cheek to try and wake himself up from the distant feeling of grief and shock. “It...has not been happening for long. But I think the feelings which led to it have been growing for some time.” A shadow of a smile touches the corner of his lips. “Perhaps it has been growing since the day we met.” Hawke snorts, and Fenris’ ghost of a smile grows into something honest when he looks at her, and more than a little self deprecating. “It’s ridiculous, isn’t it?”

Hawke shrugs, the wrinkles around her eyes and mouth softening as she looks at him. “Oh, I don’t know. Opposites attract.”

Fenris snorts, then, and Dog looks up with a hiccoughing huff to see what they’re coughing at. Fenris leans forward, feeling the heat of the fire licking up his sides as he scratches Dog’s soft head. She whines, and yawns, baring a series of black and yellow teeth. Fenris leans further, and digs his fingertips behind the warm velvet of her ears. Dog’s tail thumps softly against the sand. Fenris looks up when he feels Hawke watching him. Her blue eyes are like bottled lightning in the dark. “You’re a good man, Fenris.”

Fenris gives her a tight smile, trying to stifle the pain behind it, and sits back, moving to drag a blanket out of his pack and lay it lightly over Anders. Anders huffs, and sighs in his sleep, face creasing in pain when he moves onto his shoulder. Fenris cards his fingers through his hair until the wrinkles ease, before looking back up at Hawke and saying, honestly. “So is he.”

#bad things happen bingo #dragon age 2 #fenders #fenris #anders #my fic #bananat-coconat #anon

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shorkbrian · 4 years

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Thirsting over Kiri..... Again

Man I am just really in a Kiri mood rn

Cannot stop thinking of big hunky Kirishima, when he goes on vacation or takes a year off from being a hero. OR if he’s in a bulking period with weightraining??? unfhfhf

Cause like yeah, he obviously takes care of his body, has muscles thick enough to crush your head between his pecs - but he isn’t afraid to enjoy life.

That means Kiri likes taking a second to slow down and have a home-cooked meal with you, doesn’t hesitate to take you out for ice cream or shows up with donuts every Saturday morning for the two of you to enjoy.

If he’s on vacation the man isn’t afraid of gaining a little weight, his muscles still there but hidden under a thick, healthy layer of pudge. He probably likes feeding you, likes sitting you on his lap and coaxing you to open your mouth for him, eat just one more bite, please?

No matter what weight he’s at, whether super-lean or athletically chubby (meaning he’s got a hefty amount of weight on him, but it’s obvious he’s fit and could throw a truck if he wanted to), Kirishima’s pretty confident in his body. He knows he’s attractive, doesn’t mind wandering around the house with nothing but a pair of basketball shorts or sweatpants.

Isn’t shy about stripping down at any opportunity, whether to hop in the shower with you (much to your dismay) or when he’s getting too hot and maybe a little horny and may-or-may-not go find you to see if you’d wanna join him in his “pro-nudity” mindset.

He actively encourages you to be confident in your body, making comments about you even after you’ve made it clear that he makes you uncomfortable. Slaps your ass whenever it’s in reach, always wolf-whistles when you walk into a room, can’t seem to keep his hands from squeezing your hips, growling in your ear about what a sexy little minx you are.

ugh just. Pudgy Kiri.

Dude has huge, strong, log-like thighs, his pecs are practically as big as his head, he still has his abs but they’re soft, barely there. His ass is thick as fuck, it’s so unfair for a man to have an ass like that.

Probably has a pool in his backyard and likes to go skinny-dipping, dragging you in with him and smooching you with cold wet lips, splashing water at you playfully, asking if you wanna go sit on his lap in the jacuzzi.

That always leads to his big meaty hands gripping your hips, grinding them in a circle as he thrusts up into you slowly, moaning about how you have such a perfect, sexy little body, look so good in your swimsuit, look even better naked.

Kirishima probably sleeps naked, insists you do too, whines and pouts if you ask to at least put on a shirt. He wants to see you naked, why won’t you let him look at you?

ofc sleeping in the nude means easy accessibility for sleepy morning sex, or for when he wakes up from a wet dream, hot and already hard. It’s not uncommon for you to wake up with a dick inside you, Kirishima trying to be gentle and quiet as he rocks you back and forth.

His favorite are late night cuddles, your skin pressed flush against his, your body dwarfed by his form. He gets to run his hands all over you, smooth over your waist, grip your ass before giving it a tired, playful smack, squeeze the supple flesh of your thighs. He loves the feel of you, can’t help but want to touch and squeeze and kiss and love every single inch of you, even if you whine and try to push him away or tell him no.

ugh, just Kirishima confident in his body and not afraid of nudity or fucking you whenever he feels like it and encouraging you to see yourself as sexy and desirable and irresistible - because to him, you are.

#kirishima #bnha kirishima #kirishima x y/n #Kirishima Eijirou #kirishima thirst #yandere #if you squint #can be read as non-yan if you want #but in this situation of mine he totally has you captive in his house #obsessed w you even though you want nothing to do with him #but lololol he big and strong there ain't no way ur getting away from him #anyways #beefy kiri

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washymylifeaway · 3 years

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Haikyuu Fanfic recs: Hogwarts edition LOL

Hi..... Okay I have a confession to make. This post is me procrastinating from another fic post (KyouHaba recs) which WAS me procrastinating from a different fic post (SakuAtsu recs),,,,

EDIT: Here’s the link to a SakuAtsu Series rec that came from that cursed draft (ie. the SakuAtsu fic rec LOL).

TLDR; I can’t finish posts LOL.

Anyways, in efforts to make me feel better about not finishing the posts that I started but then stopped cause they got too long (oops), here are some Hogwarts AUs that I loved, cause I’m like really into magic (even though I’ve never actually read Harry Potter OOPS LOL).

As always, pls check WARNINGS, TAGS, and SUMMARIES for fics before reading and make sure you’re taking care of yourselves (since mental health is key!) Stay healthy loves <3

In Defense of Reptiles (and Other Gross Things) by rikke (T) 9.3k /IwaOi/ this fic is so freakin cute omg. I love IwaOi, and the progression of their relationship in this is *chefs kiss*. I love everything about this fic, and pls read all the footnotes while you’re reading the fic because it gives it so much character!!!! Also I would cry if a garden snake bit me too, so back off Iwa :’))))).

Show A Little Faith by minijhi (G) 13.8k /KuroKen/ Singing dwarfs? Yes please. I love the idea of Kenma as ‘the boy who lived’ and the way he was still so Kenma-esk. And Kuroo trying to goad him on, like this is THE combo, and I live for it.

Magicked by HoneyBeeez (T) 8.4k /KyouHaba/ CHECK TAGS, I love KyouHaba Hogwarts fics, and this one is SO good! We do love some slightly oblivious Yahaba and fake delinquent Kyoutani LOL. Though there is some violence and homophobia so if that puts you off, steer clear of this fic :)

nothing half so sweet by rauchblau (T) 1k /IwaOi/ ok so the amortentia trope is such a funny one, and i do love this one LOL. Stupid Iwa is best Iwa.

stardust by InkCaviness (G) 1.4k /KyouHaba/ like I said, in love with KyouHaba and hogwarts fics, anyway,, this one was so short and sweet! It’s full of fluff, and honestly, if you like KyouHaba, read this entire series cause I really love these KyouHaba works :’)))))

The Magic Creampuff of Destiny by thehazelverse (G) 2k /IwaOi/ so obviously, if there is MatsuHana involved, there are cream puffs to be found. This is just pure fluff, and I think that it’s sweeter than the supposed cream puff LOL. It’s literally just Iwa being honest, and that, my dudes, makes for a good fic LOL.

Love from the Quidditch Bleachers by sunablinks (NR) 5.2k /SunaOsa/ I love Suna taking care of Osamu. I think it’s such a cute headcannon, and I need more fics. Would you like forever with me?

It's a Jarvey, Not a Weasel! by awkwardedgeworth (T) 3.8k /SakuAtsu/ PLEASE this fic made me laugh omg. Also RIP eyebrows :( If you think Atsumu’s flirtin is bad, wait till you get to Sakusa LOL.

quidditch gloves, parchment, and custard cream by h_lovely (T) 12.4k /MatsuHana/ THIS IS SO GOOD, I love this fic. It really takes you through the emotions, and I love all the development in it!!!! Their relationship with one another (but only as homies right? ofc ofc), and even their families loving the other, this fic is so good! Read it even if you don’t like slow burn, you won’t even notice <3333

Sixth Time's the Charm by tsumekakusu (T) 2k /KyouHaba/ ok THIS was SO FREAKING funny, please Yahaba how dumb can you get LOL. The number thing made me facepalm so hard, but the ending was cute and that’s all that matters, right?

Sleep by GangstaCrow (T) 5.5k /KyouHaba/ the plot twist.... omg.... I had to pause and take a moment of silence for the people suffering because of LL... Poor Kyoutani.....

when sakura blooms by meowjunhwi (M) 1.8k /SunaOsa ish/ check warnings and tags! Oof this one hurt. Them meeting up after was so cute, and their reminiscing made me so sad :((( I love the SunaAtsu best friend agenda!!!!

Iwaoi's Hogwarts Adventures (series) /IwaOi/ this is an ICONIC IwaOi series, in my personal opinion, and they’re also so stupid throughout the whole thing LOL. We do love the not so secret, secret dating~~

If you made it this far, congrats LOL. I know this was a pretty short post and some of my reviews are lackluster, but I’m really running out of steam and I just want to hurry up and finish this post LOL. Regardless of my lack at appeal, all these fics are definitely worth the read, even if you don’t really ship it because the writers are just THAT GOOD. In hindsight, this kinda just turned into a Seijoh fic rec thing, but that’s ok LOL. Honestly, I might get rid of this and redo it on another day because it’s really just that bsed (my bad). Send me some requests for fic rec posts because I know for a fact, my other ones will not be getting done anytime soon LOL. (also if there are any glaring errors pls send me a message LOL thx in advanced!)

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