#this little ficlet came out of nowhere and here we are

[i-am-become-a-name]

What's your interpretation of the weird/annoyed look Five gets on his face when Tegan announces that she wants to rejoin the TARDIS at the end of Arc of Infinity? I know it was probably meant to be played for laughs, but it annoys me every time i watch that episode and i'm curious what headcanons people have about it.

My favourite thing I've read about it pointed out that the cybermen specifically used Tegan as a weakness against five, that she's what it took to manipulate him (and through no fault of either of them, Adric's death was part of those consequences.) The novelisation really goes in to the descriptions of the doctor transfixed with the blood running down Tegan's chin from her bitten lip, the building tension as the cybermen get closer and closer to killing her and he's shaking trying to hold himself back from admitting his hearts are so easy to twist, just by threatening his friends. (Does Nyssa ever leave the TARDIS when it's on the spaceship? The cybermen don't even know she exists til they come onboard do they?)

As for why he looks so annoyed? hmmm. Does anyone want someone around that constantly needles them? Really, I think pre Arc of Infinity that even though Tegan had chosen to stay, they still had that power imbalance or even just tension between them that she had not come on board willingly. So five is expecting that to be the continuing, I don't know, continuing manner between them and it hadn't been good. It had its moments (mainly in the audios) but as an arrangement it was not ideal as friends to explore the universe together, all that terrible beauty and awesome monsters.

But it doesn't continue on in that manner - oh they bicker and make faces at each other, sure, but Tegan's conscious decision to step back onto the TARDIS irons out those imbalances, removes that bitterness and the past of her aunt's death. So when he makes that wee face, it's in expectation of the previous status quo. And never let it be said that Tegan's one to do exactly what's expected of her.

Anyway I really hope this makes sense and I may add some more thoughts later but it's 1:50 am Christmas Eve and I couldn't sleep for thinking about this.

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It's 2am I'm back. I feel like there's also this uneasiness in five about tegan, that mirror that no one likes being held up to themselves. Their similarities but the starkly different ways they express them must be exhausting to five. and here she is back again. To push and prod and challenge and be brashly beautifully glorious. wait. that last bit was the two am shipper coming out. Anyway they draw strength and resolve and anger from each other and Tegan was vital to five, from his first moments till his very last.

#again sorry if it's not coherent but it's been a WEEK. and it's still going. #look away if you're not interested because whatever it's my boring life stuff but. worked sunday and tuesday. thursday my boss texted me #did i want to go up to the next largest city flights and accomodation paid and worked for two weeks at their branch of our shop. #(i said no thank you but holy sht.) and that whole day we'd been taking the house apart looking for dads santa outfit for reading #night before christmas to the kids. utterly gone. nowhere to be found. sister said she had one so we were like oof we can relax it's fine. #sister did not in fact have one. so we took the house apart again. still not here. friday i went out and bought the fabric and fur to Make #one (six straight hours work on the jacket alone) and the kids come up to decorate their trees. #oh! and! when i went in to work to buy the fur (i can only purchase stuff of managers it's store policy) she was like. you can't leave the #shop. stay here. and i went no???? have i done something wrong??? but another manager came down and the managers had put together little #Christmas gift bags for everyone which is so sweet because i still feel like I'm there on sufferance even though it's been like 4 months. #but then. seven o'clock or so when i was still cutting up panne velvet i get an email from the boss who offered me the chch opportunity - #he's now quitting his position at our store. two weeks notice. so I'm stressed about that because we had a good thing going where he'd text #me once a week. we'd arrange extra shifts and that was it. what if the new store manager sucks or hates me or something?? #and I've got like five half finished advent fics but i just. don't have the spoons between work tired and c19 brain fog and christmas tired #anyway none of this is about five and Tegan I'm so sorry i just need about ten more weighted blankets on me. #five #tegan #an ask a palpable ask #srsly i love being asked about them or any dw opinions you are so wonderful in my eyes #tbh the advent fics are getting to the point i might just post them all the way through January and when i write little ficlets. people #seem vaguely to be enjoying them but trying to do a December thing was a bit much. #I've just realised this week was even longer. last Saturday we spent the whole day out of town with the kids. and Tuesday we went out of #town to do the stuff we'd planned to do before we had to babysit them on our planned trip day. jfc no wonder I can't brain straight

[1dont-really-know]

Likely very OOC Maleficia. Idk I just wanted to write something silly so here's a ficlet

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The first thing Maleficia saw when she got back to the nursery were not her egg and daughter waiting for her. Instead, it was the remains of the egg’s shell, scattered all around the room, most of it gathered by the pile of blankets that looked as if it had fallen out of the crib. Maleanor was nowhere in sight as well. The window was wide open, the drapes swaying in the wind as the light of the moon shines into the room.

Whoever took Maleanor and destroyed the egg had waited for her and most of the guards to be gone.

But how? Maleanor was not a child that would simply let herself be kidnapped, and Maleficia was sure that she would have tried to protect her sibling, yet there was no sign of struggle.

The Queen could not bring herself to look at the remains of the egg.

The meeting had gone on for far longer than she expected it to be. Who knows how far away they could be now. She could call the guards, but searching for them herself would be faster. Yes, that would have to do. She can deal with the guards later, what’s important now is-

“Mother?”

Maleficia spins to face the source of the voice. There, in the doorway, her daughter stood with a dark bundle in her arms. It takes her a second to recognize it as a hatchling. Her hatchling.

Oblivious to the storm of emotions she just put her mother through, the young Princess happily makes her way over to her, the hatchling staring up at her sister, “Mother! You’re back! I have just returned from giving Moonlight a tour of what’s going to be her new chambers.” she chirped, holding her sister towards her mother as if showing her off to the baffled queen.

The hatchling made a small, confused noise as she’s finally picked up by her mother, squirming lightly in her hold. Maleficia sighs, half exasperated and half relieved, jostling the hatchling to hold her more securely in her arms. The little one is still very soft. She must’ve hatched not too long before the meeting had ended.

Both of them are alive.

Both of them are safe.

“Maleanor.”

“Yes, Mother?”

“What did you call your sister just now?”

“Moonlight,” Maleanor puffs out her chest, reaching out to give the said hatchling a gentle pat, to which the hatchling responds with a happy ‘mrrp!’ “I think it’s a good name for her. Her scales, however pitifully weak they are right now, reflected the moonlight nicely when she came out of her shell.”

“We are not calling her that.”

“What? Why?” Maleanor frowns. Seeing it, the hatchling turned to Maleficia and narrowed her eyes at her in what she supposes was supposed to be a glare. It only makes her look cuter, though.

“Your father and I had spoken,” the Queen pulled both of her daughters towards her. The memory is still fresh in her mind, even though her husband had passed not long after their second egg had been laid, “and we had an agreement that should another Princess be born, she would be named ‘Malva’.”

The name of a type of flower, one that can calm weary hearts and a cleanser of toxins. The perfect name, especially should this child take an interest in herbology like her father did before he became king.

Malva, though likely not understanding a word Maleficia just said, tilted her head slightly, her struggle to get back to her sister momentarily ceasing. Her eyes, the same shape as the late King’s but the color of Maleficia’s, blinked up at her curiously. They don’t need to announce her hatching just yet. For now, they just need to be a mother and her daughters, not the Queen of Briar Kingdom and the two Princesses.

“I don’t like that name.”

“Hush now, Maleanor.”

#twst #twst oc #malva draconia #maleanor draconia #maleficia draconia #now we have THREE Draconia ladies #Tiny baby Malva is not very intelligent but she knows she loves her sister #made a lot of stuff up about Maleficia's hubby but its fiiiinneee

[walkawaytall]

Okay, I have this thing I wrote initially as the opener of a ficlet for one of the prompts I have y’all choose for me blindly and it simply was going to be too long, so I ended up doing something else, but some of it amuses me a lot and I just feel like posting it here. Happy Sunday. Have 600+ words of a fic that was going nowhere, I guess?

(Maybe it’ll go somewhere eventually. I did this once before and it ended up in part of Terrified Without You.)

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They were the government’s worst-kept secret, or so the latest interviewers claimed. Leia would argue that was because they weren’t a secret at all. They hadn’t hidden their relationship — anyone from the Alliance who went about claiming ignorance of her affection for Han Solo was being intentionally obtuse in her opinion — but she also didn’t take time out of her day to answer questions about her love life.

“It’s insulting,” she told Luke over lunch. “My mother was never asked personal questions about my father during interviews about policies, at least not by Alderaanian interviewers.”

“Alderaan was special,” Luke said noncommittally, but Leia could practically hear him think, Playing nice might not hurt, though.

Or, she actually heard the thought, which meant he either let it slip or was shielding incredibly sloppily. Probably the latter. Luke was a gifted fighter and a much more patient Force-user than Leia, but even he admitted his shielding capabilities on his best days were weaker than hers on her worst.

They had a deal to let the other know if they suspected a thought came through unintentionally, and Leia was rarely subtle about doing so. She looked her brother in the eye and said, “I was perfectly nice. They’re the ones who said the interview was going to be centered on the war tribunals and instead prepared fifteen questions about my relationship with Han.”

Luke grimaced, likely because of his slip-up, but pressed on regardless. “Were they maybe trying to humanize you a little? Make you sound relatable?”

Leia shook her head. She had assumed that was the case with the first Han-centered question, which was why she answered it in the first place. But it had quickly become apparent that the team asking her questions had far more inquiries about her personal life than they did about her work to end galaxy-wide fascism.

“I asked to see their list of questions after I confirmed that Han and I maintain a close relationship,” she told Luke. “I didn’t make that number up: fifteen questions about us. Four related to the work I’m doing.”

He shot her a look. “‘Maintain a close relationship?’”

Leia blinked. “We do.”

“You’re engaged!”

She took a bite of the soup in front of her before looking at her brother. Leia knew she sounded ridiculous, but Luke was the one pointing it out; doubling down seemed like the only logical option. “I would argue that planning to marry is one of the closest relationships I could possibly maintain.”

Leia! Luke’s thought was pointed, chastising, and stung like an electric shock. “Are you hiding your relationship?” he asked. “Because you’re doing a terrible job if that’s what you’re attempting to do.”

“No!” Leia insisted. “I honestly thought between the bracelet and the braid, people would get the idea.” She hadn’t exactly been subtle. The bracelet was obviously a Corellian commitment token, a discovery that could be made by any being with access to the HoloNet and three seconds of spare time, and anyone who hadn’t spotted the Alderaanian betrothal braid in her hair for the past two months was blind. “Luke, it’s not about hiding anything. It’s about keeping the press on task when they try to ambush me.”

Luke raised his eyebrows. “All right. I believe you,” he said, though Leia wasn’t sure if he actually believed her or if he just wanted to believe her.

She had nothing to prove to the press. Their pretenses were frustrating on a good day. But she also didn’t want to hold herself back to spite them. She wasn’t sure if Han would make it back planetside from the mission he had been on in time for the charity event she had to attend that evening, but if he did…well, it would be the first big event since the war had ended that they would be attending as a couple. They could get their confirmation there, she supposed.

#star wars fanfiction #star wars fanfic #hanleia fanfic #sort of #leia organa fanfiction #luke skywalker fanfiction #my fics

[iamstartraveller776]

Not 500, but see below :P

"Oh, but Loki wasn’t ready for playtime to be over yet. He hurried to the door ahead of Jane, opening it hardly more than a crack to imply that his companion had to make herself presentable.

“Looking for your friend?” he asked the dark-haired girl in the hallway.

“Whoa! You’re actually kind of hot,” she said, sizing him up with the same kind of annoying interest the others had shown him earlier.

He gave her a wry smile. “Shocking, I know. But you’ve come for Jane.” He nudged the door all the way open and said conspiratorially, “She’s been keeping me company.”

Jane’s friend gasped as her gaze flicked between the two of them, very obviously drawing the conclusion he’d intended.

He let out a sigh. “It’s a pity we were interrupted when things were getting really fun.” To Jane, he gave a forlorn expression. “I suppose you have to leave now.”

She was gearing up to deny everything by the wild glint in her eyes, and on impulse, he took her face in both hands and drew her up to him for a kiss. He’d only meant to shut her up and perhaps lend weight to the misconceptions he’d been seeding, but damn. When she forgot herself and relaxed into him, tilting her head just the right way, he was tempted to slam the door shut on her friend and have a good snog. Who knew the teacher’s pet had it in her?

But despite his every instinct to deepen the kiss, he broke apart from her. Because—yes, that. The glazed-over look she gave him, rosy lips parted in an absolute stupor. That was worth cruelly ending their interlude too early.

“I’ll see you on Monday, then,” he said with another wistful sigh as he stepped back from her.

She nodded numbly, staggering as her friend dragged her out of the room. It wasn’t until they were halfway down the hall that he realized she still had something of his. A wondrously horrible idea came to him as he leaned out of the doorway.

“Oh, and Jane!” he called after her loudly, making sure to get the attention of everyone milling about nearby. “You can borrow my books any time you want.” He winked at her horrified expression before shutting the door and succumbing to another fit of laughter.

Finally something new. And he was only getting started."

Ah, yes! A New Kind of Fun. I had to switch over to my laptop to answer. (Because I hate typing longer things on my phone, lol.)

When I started Rumor Has it, what, 8 or so years ago, it was initially just an answer to a writing challenge—where I had to include four words given to me. It was only ever meant to be a little ficlet that went nowhere, and I don't recall how it grew to be a much longer story. But one thing has always remained true: even though it's written entirely in Jane's POV, I know why Loki does everything he does in it. In the back of my mind, there's always a version of events from his POV.

So, when I got your prompt ("Trouble" by Natalia Kills), it fit the vibe of Loki's choices in that first chapter. From Jane's POV, it appears that this whole exchange was purely a happenstance, that he was flying by the seat of his pants the entire time. We aren't sure if he felt anything with that kiss, even. Was he drunk? Had he intended it to be a silly little one-off then thought better of it over the weekend?

So yeah, here we have his POV. And while it was a happy accident for him to find Jane in his room, we learn that she has been on his radar already at least a little bit. We learn that it's here that he decides that he's not done with her after his shenanigans. And yep, he liked that kiss. But overall, the game is, at this point, what matters most to him. He can snog any number of girls. Messing with Jane Foster, though? That's far more interesting to him. In a way, she's been a challenge for him (academically), and now he's found a way to return the favor.

It was a lot of fun to write this from his POV. It's been my goal in RHI to keep some of his motivations a mystery to both Jane and the reader, and dole them out little by little. And it's only because of the seven chapters I've already posted that I felt comfortable sharing this version of the inciting incident without spoiling the overall story. We already know that he wasn't keen on his family's move to the States and he didn't have a high opinion of American girls thanks to his conversation with Thor in Hal's diner. We already know that he has a complicated relationship with his brother. We already know he is super aware that being wealthy doesn't equate to happiness thanks to his conversation with Jane at the butte. Perhaps here I revealed more clearly how much he puts on a front. But we've kinda already seen that with his private moments with Jane, when he lets the mask slip a little.

Anyway, I'm rambling, lol. Thank you again for playing!

Send me a 500 word or less snippet of one of my stories, and I'll give you a dvd commentary on it!

#ask game #star replies #averbaldumpingground #dvd commentary #fic commentary #lokane #loki x jane foster

[putellas11]

A/N: A ficlet of nothing but angst to the start the weekend off right. Hope you enjoy!

Prompt: Reader has been afraid of commitment ever since she was little. And Alexia wants more that just flirt here and there.

Tell Me I’m Wrong (Alexia Putellas x Reader)

Alexia has been awfully cold to you lately and you have your suspicions as to why. The two of you have been stuck in a limbo for months now. The attraction is undeniable but the line has yet to be crossed and you’re to blame for that. You’ve been intentionally keeping her at arms length and it’s painfully obvious that she’s reaching her breaking point.

The truth is that you’re simply incapable of committing yourself to her in the way she desires. Little by little you’ve built up these invisible walls that serve as protection from hurt and rejection. These walls allow for sex but no intimacy. In fact, many have tried to tear them down but none have come close to succeeding. That is, of course, until Alexia came along. One look from her is like a wrecking ball crashing against the walls of your heart.

From the first moment you laid eyes on Alexia, there was no doubt in your mind that she would be your downfall. You should have stayed away from the very beginning, but in all honesty, any self-control that you have disappears when she is near.

You’re driven by this selfish desire of wanting every part of her without giving much of yourself in return. So, you understand why she feels the need to distance herself from you, but that doesn’t change the fact that it bothers you. A lot.

Alexia barely spoke a word to you today during training and there were times she blatantly refused to pass you the ball. She was doing everything in her power to get a reaction out of you.

When you cross paths in the hallways of the Ciudad Deportiva and she barely gives you a glance, she gets the reaction she so desperately wants.

“Alexia!” you call out to her.

When she hears your voice she stops, but doesn’t turn around. You notice how her shoulders rise with a deep breath as if she needed to mentally prepare herself to speak with you.

“What do you want, Y/N?” The conversation hasn’t even begun and she’s already ready for it to end.

You can only look at her in frustration. “Alright, if this is how you want to do it.” This won’t be pleasant so you grab Alexia’s hand and despite her many protests, take her to the nearest unoccupied office. Once inside, you lock the door and close the blinds for some privacy.

Alexia has her arms crossed over her chest, her foot tapping impatiently against the wooden floor. “I don’t have time for this, Y/N.” The tone of her words would have anyone thinking she hates you, but you know that’s not the case. Quite the opposite actually, and maybe that’s the problem.

“You have nowhere to be and we both know it, so cut it out and just tell me what’s wrong,” you don’t yell, but your tone is strong and direct.

Alexia scoffs at your words, shaking her head in disbelief. “You’re unbelievable.” She runs her fingers through the hair, trying to gather her thoughts.

“Joder! Do I really need to spell it out for you? I’ve been waiting for you for months! Believing that you actually felt something for me but clearly I’m just someone you use to pass the time,” her words are daggers and you can’t imagine how difficult it is for someone like Alexia to be this vulnerable.

You can’t imagine it for the simple fact that you’ve never allowed yourself to be this vulnerable with anyone. Ever.

Alexia is not happy with your silence. “Tell me I’m wrong, Y/N,” she says, taking a step closer and you look down in response. “Tell me I’m wrong and that I’m not just a toy you play with when you’re bored.” Again, all she gets is silence. “Please,” she says softly and on the verge of defeat, “please look at me and tell me I’m wrong.”

You’ve been running away from this very moment all your life. It’s all you know how to do. It’s different with Alexia but the overwhelming sense of panic that creeps up on you has not changed. This panic is a reminder of the hurt that awaits if you allow someone to get inside the invisible fortress you’ve built. Once inside, they would have the power to destroy you from within so all that remains of you is rubble and dust.

“You’re not wrong.”

Despite your heart threatening to beat out of your chest, you force yourself to maintain eye contact. “I’m sorry, but I don’t feel the same way.”

Alexia looks at you in disbelief because she knows you’re lying and that’s what hurts her the most. You’re willingly throwing away the possibility of a beautiful relationship and breaking her heart in the process.

The words fall from your lips with such ease that it’s obvious to Alexia that you’ve rehearsed them time and time again. You’ve said this to everyone that has ever tried to get close to you. But unlike you, she has no intention of keeping her feelings locked away like a hidden treasure.

Alexia stares directly at you. “You’re lying.”

You can only frown, “No, I’m not.”

It’s all you can do. Deny. Deny. Deny. You’re incapable of being honest with yourself, let alone with Alexia. The truth lingers in the air, however, and it’s suffocating you.

“You want to know what I think?” She asks, but it’s a rhetorical question.

“Alexia…”

Her eyes glow with an anger you're unfamiliar with, and you fear the truth that will spill from her lips.

“You’re lying because you’re scared of your feelings for me. You’ve been lying to yourself from the moment we met but that’s no surprise to you, right? Not when you’ve been lying to yourself all your life,” her voice suddenly softens, “I think your father leaving hurt you more than you’ve ever been willing to admit.”

Your eyes darken as a wave of painful emotions crash into you with an intensity you haven’t felt in a long time.

The memory of your father abandoning your family is still fresh in your mind despite your best efforts to forget. You can still hear the muffled sobs coming from your mom's bedroom. You remember the sadness in her eyes and how she promised you that everything would be okay. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. You haven’t been okay since.

“I promised myself a long time ago I would never allow anyone to lead me on like this and yet, here I am, como una tonta.” She reaches to caress your face, her fingertips tracing little circles on your cheek. “But love makes you do stupid things.”

You lean into her touch because you know it might very well be the last. “I’m sorry,” is all you can say. Your words softer than a whisper.

“I’m sorry too.”

The warmth on your cheek disappears and the sound of the door closing echoes in your ears.

Tears blur your vision and just like when you were a child, you sink to the floor, tuck your knees close to your chest and say goodbye to someone you love.

Again.

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Part 2

#alexia putellas imagine #alexia putellas x reader #woso imagine #woso x reader #reader imagine #Fic: Tell Me I'm Wrong

[ailendolin]

Norne and birthdays for the prompt xx

Thank you and I love your writing

Hi anon! Thank you for the lovely prompt and for your kind words! I hope you enjoy your ficlet!

List of prompts is here. Filled prompts are here, here, here and here on AO3.

Prompts are closed.

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Bluebells

“Nigel, I’ve been wondering – I don’t think you’ve ever told me when your birthday is.”

The question came out of nowhere. They were lying in the meadow behind the house not far from the well Nigel knew Thomas liked to use as a sighing spot and idly watching the clouds form shapes in a brilliant blue summer sky. Birds were singing all around them and bees humming busily as they flew from flower to flower, always restless, always working. Nigel knew what that felt like. There had always been something to do in the fields or the workshop when he was alive, something to keep his hands busy and his mind occupied. He hadn’t minded back then; hadn’t known any different. Now, though – now he enjoyed the luxury of having nothing to do and nowhere to be, especially if it meant he could spend the whole day with Thomas; just the two of them, relaxing.

It was still a novel feeling, having someone to hold his hand and smile up at him as if he’d hung the moon and stars. And a little baffling, if he was being honest. Nigel had no idea what Thomas saw in him; he wasn’t particularly pretty or witty or smart. And yet Thomas never failed to melt against him when he reached up to caress his cheek before leaning in for a kiss, and he always looked astounded when Nigel complimented his writing or told him he loved him – as if he was the undesirable one out of the two of them, not Nigel.

“You don’t have to tell me, of course,” Thomas hurried to say when the silence between them stretched too long and self-consciously pulled his hand out of Nigel’s grasp. “It’s just, I mean to write you a poem for the occasion but I don’t know how much time I have and it needs to be perfect and–“

Nigel rolled over so he could place a gentle hand on Thomas’s chest to stop him from spiralling. “You worry too much. It will be perfect – after all, it’s you who’ll compose it.”

Thomas’s heart was racing under his palm.

“But…?” he asked, his voice wavering with the fear of rejection.

“But I’m afraid I don’t really have a birthday.”

At this, Thomas frowned and sat up. “What do you mean, you don’t have a birthday? Everyone has a birthday.”

“Let me rephrase that,” Nigel said and sat up as well. “I don’t know my birthday. None of us do. Things were … different back then.”

A shadow of what looked an awful lot like sorrow passed over Thomas’s face. “I … I don’t understand.”

“None of us could read, Thomas,” Nigel said softly. “We had no way of knowing what date it was and the church only kept records of christenings. The closest thing to a birthday we celebrated back then were Name Days.”

Recognition dawned in Thomas’s eyes and was replaced by the same dark sorrow from before only a moment later. “But – those were related to saints. I’ve never heard of a saint named Nigel.”

Nigel shrugged. “That’s because there isn’t one. I’ve always celebrated my second name, George, together with my father.”

“Oh,” Thomas said. He sounded dejected. “So you never had a Name Day to yourself.”

“I didn’t mind,” Nigel said but he could see by the deep furrow between Thomas’s brows that Thomas very much did.

“It’s not fair, though,” Thomas said, looking almost as distressed as when someone mocked his poetry. “You deserve to be celebrated on your own. You’re kind and caring and – and simply wonderful!”

Nigel, feeling warmth spread through his chest like a cup of hot milk laced with honey, smiled and flicked his hair. “Don’t forget fabulous.”

He felt Thomas’s hand on top of his. “I wish there was a way we could find out when you were born.”

“Well,” Nigel said. “My mother always said the bluebells were in bloom when I came into the world.”

Thomas’s eyes widened. “That would mean May! We could pick a day and celebrate your birthday then!”

He sounded so eager Nigel didn’t have the heart to tell him that it didn’t really matter to him. It clearly mattered to Thomas and in the end, knowing it would make him happy, was all it took for him to suggest, “How about May 16?”

The smile on Thomas’s face became blinding. He nodded eagerly and immediately started talking about all the things he would plan for the day. Nigel listened quietly as he always did in these moments, his heart full of love, and when Thomas eventually ran out of breath, he closed the gap between them and kissed him, feeling like the luckiest person in the world.

#thomas thorne #nigel the plague ghost #norne #bbc ghosts #bbc ghosts fanfic #my fic #ask game prompt ficlet #birthday prompts 2023

[gatheringfiki]

The following ficlet was written by @miaulady​ based on this photoset.

Fili/Kili, Rating TBC.

You might also be able to read this story on AO3.

If you’ve enjoyed this story, please leave a comment either in replies or on AO3. :)

Send With Love

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Fili climbed out of the taxi and watched it drive off after he got his luggage out of the trunk.

Oh, but this was a wonderful surprise for everyone. No one expected him and yet here he was, in front of their house.

He rang the bell and could hear footsteps racing down the stairs.

Kili, he guessed.

But the person opening the door was not Kili. Fili had to look down to see the one who had made the ruckus and was now gaping up at him.

“Fili!” Frodo grinned up at him.

“Frodo,” Fili dropped his bag and lifted his small cousin up. “What are you doing here?”

“We came early. Uncle Bilbo and Uncle Thorin went out to a walk. But Aunt Dis is here.”

It was a bit odd for Frodo to still call Bilbo and Thorin as uncles, now that he had been officially adopted by the two, but habits died hard and everyone of the younger generation called them that anyway. So it appeared to be stuck.

Fili walked into the house, kicked his bag and dragged his luggage in and closed the door. He didn’t want to put Frodo down just yet. He had missed the little one, just like the rest of the family.

“And where would Kili be?”

“Kili is at the Cabin.”

Fili’s heart sank a bit at that. Being at the Cabin meant that he wouldn’t get to see Kili until he himself went to there. And that was going to be with the rest of the family. There would be no possibility to get a kiss in with them right there and the Cabin being so small.

“Oh, all alone?”“For now,” his mother stepped out of the kitchen, an apron slung around her hips and the smell of freshly baked cookies following her. “He volunteered to prep the Cabin all on his own this year.”“Dear good lord,” Fili whispered. “Did he lose his mind?”“His mind is not busy worrying,” she hugged him, and in extension Frod. “So he tries to stay busy. I am glad you made it in time.”“Made it in time?” Fili asks. “Ma, I got free out of nowhere.”“Nowhere,” she snorts. “Just like your uncle, thinking that such thing as coincidence happens when I am right there.”

He stared at his mother, “You didn’t.”

“But she did!” Frodo giggled. “It was a secret. I wasn’t allowed to tell anyone!”

“You knew?” Fili looked at the small face, gleaming with delight. “Who else knows of this sheming of my mother with my boss?”

“Please, sheming is such an ugly word. And no one else knows. But I do think Bilbo has a strong suspicion because Frodo wasn’t as sad as he should have been at your call that you wouldn’t make it,” she plucked Frodo’s nose. “We have to work on your acting skills, young man.”

“Yes, Aunt Dis.”

“And anyway,” she continued on. “All I did was ask for a small favour of an old friend. Gloin was happy to help out. Of course he didn’t understand why he had to tell you that you couldn’t leave until the very last second. But I told him that he would get an answer after Christmas and that seemed to have worked.”

His mother was scarry.

He put Frodo down and wanted to take off his boots.

“Don’t bother” his mother says. “You are leaving.”

“Excuse me?” He looked up at her with an expression he knew for a fact was called ‘The kicked puppy look’. “Are you kicking me out? You own flesh and blood? Just when I arrived?”

“Fili!” she laughed. “You have the very important task to take the little bus up to the Cabin. I already filled it with all the presents and we only have to put in the last batch of cookies that I just finished.”

“What?”

“What, what?” she asked him. “You didn’t think you would get around the work just because of some travelling, did you? We brought Kili up with the tree this morning and you know next to the tree nothing fits in the bus.”

“Well, yes, but-”“Don’t interrupt me. If Thorin finds out you are here, there won’t be a single minute of peace and quiet for you. He will bore you and everyone in earshot with questions about Gloin’s business and tell you everything that went on here in his business. Unless Bilbo can get him to behave and be less of a bore, which I am confident in he will do, but still. Better be safe than sorry. But it means Kili won’t have anything from you being here over Christmas and New Years. Which is why I even went to all this trouble. He needs a little pick-me up.”

“What is with Kili?”“Oh, you know, he misses you,” she said as if that explained everything. Which it partly did to Fili but shouldn’t to their mother.

“You make it sound like he is in a deep depression, Ma!”

“He might as well be with how deep in the dumps he is.”

“Ma!” he laughed but his mind was screaming and racing with thoughts of fear and worry. Had she found it out while he was gone? How had she found out? Had Kili told her? Or was it just a joke she made over Kili missing his older brother in a dramatic way? Or was there something else that was bothering Kili, something serious that he had kept from Fili?

“Now, grab those bags of yours and off to the car. No time to lose. Before Thorin returns and finds out about our little surprise.”

“I will help!” Frodo called out and started to put on some boots.

“Put a jacket on too,” Fili said absent mindedly, remembering the bad habit of Frodo’s to leave the house for ‘Short trips’ without one even in a storm.

“But it is only for a short time,” Frodo whined.“Jacket, Frodo, I mean it,” Fili said sternly, imitating his Uncle.

“Fine.”

His mother was already going back to the kitchen and Fili followed her. He needed to talk with her.

Did she know? Did she know that her sons had a relationship brothers shouldn’t have?

“Ma,” he whispered and closed the door behind him.

“You really should help Frodo with your bags,” she packed the cookies into a tin box.

“In a moment,” he stood next to her and helped her, giving his hands a task to do. How to ask her if she knew without exposing the secret to her if she didn’t know it? “Is there anything going on with Kili?” A careful question, a general question and could be passed off as him asking here in case it was something Frodo wasn’t to know.

“His heart is not in it this year,” she sighed. “Not yet. With you here, it will be.”

Well, that was a very clear statement if he ever heard one.

“Ma,” his voice was shaking. She knew.

“I know my boys,” she patted his cheek. “And I know them better than anyone else. Better than they know themselves.” The tin box was closed with a snap.

Fili closed his eyes and prayed silently for mercy.

“And I love them very much,” a wet kiss was given to his cheek.

He opened his eyes and looked at her surprised.

“Now, take this,” she gave him the tin box. “and drive to Kili. This is my secret Gift. So I don’t want to hear complaining about the wrapped one.”

“A sweater?” Fili asked. “Again, Ma?”“I said, I don’t want to hear complaining!”

“Sorry,” he kissed her cheek, a stone lifted from his heart. “We love you very much too, you know.”

“Of course,” she sniffed. “I am a lovely person. Now, move, move!”

Fili was pushed out of the kitchen and out of the house. Frodo had already carried all of his bag to the little bus and even started to put them on the front passenger seat.

“Thank you, Frodo,” Fili gave him an affectional ruffle through his curls and finished putting everything in.

“You are welcome.”

Fili looked at the back of the bus and whistled, “We are apparently expecting an army of people who wants presents.”

“No, just us,” Dis said. “Which is basically the same. But, speaking of expecting, we will come to the Cabin later than usual.”

“Oh? When?”

“Directly Christmas Eve,” she lifted Frodo up into her arms and walked with Fili to the driver seat, handing him the keys he forgot. “So it is up to you and Kili to bring the magic alive. And if you only make a pizza I will haunt you to the rest of your lifes. I expect a Christmas Dinner worthy to be called such. Groceries are in the black bag.”

“We won’t let you down,” Fili grinned widely. Two Days with Kili. Alone in the small Cabin. Best Christmas Gift ever!!

“Right, before I forget,” she handed him a red letter. “Kili has to open this right away, understood?”“Yes, Ma. First thing he will do is read the letter.” Right after Fili could get his brother to not climb him like a tree in the excitement that he was here. “I will make sure of it.”

———

Fili stopped the small bus and looked at the Cabin covered in snow.

The sun was still up and Fili could see the decorations that stayed all year in the Cabin and that Kili must have already pulled out of their hiding spaces.

Like the small red presents were lining the stair up and Fili pulled out the equally red envelope from his mother out. She had Kili’s name and the Cabin as the adress on it. A cute gesture.

Time to deliver this letter.

He climbed out of the car and made his way to the door past the red plastic presents and a snowman, probably build by Frodo and Kili when they had dropped him off this morning. A red scarf tied around it and a happy smile ever present on it. He wished he had been there to help and pull them into a snowball fight. That had always been Fili’s job, to make sure there was at least one snowball fight for each snowman built. He would have to get them both the morning after Frodo joined them here.

When he reached the door he could hear the music inside. Christmas songs playing softly over the old speakers. Fili smiled, Kili was inside and not taking a walk out in the wood. And he apparently not heard the car driving and parking, a wonder all by itself with how loud it was.

He knocked and waited.

The door got opened and Filli practically pushed the envelope into Kili’s face.

“Letter for Kilian Durin, express delivery.”

“What?” Kili spluttered and pushed Fili’s arm down.

They looked at each other for a while. Just taking the other one in.

Kili looked amazing, as always. But there was a tightness around his eyes, proofing that he had not been sleeping well. He was wearing the sweater their mother had given him last year. Fili had a matching one but, oh no how sad, he lost it in a hotel somewhere. It just didn’t look good on him. On Kili it looked great. Even with the green Snowflake that looked like it was very sick.

“Fili!”

And so he had his arms full with Kili.

“You are here! You are here!”

“Yes, no need to make me go deaf!” He laughed and hugged Kili strongly against him. “But really, the letter, Kili. I promised Ma you would read the letter first thing when I arrived.”“Sure, sure,” Kili did not let go. “Did anyone else come with you?”

“No, just me.”

“Oh, great!”

Filli stopped Kili from kissing him.

“Fili?”

“The letter, Kee. I promised Ma,” he repeated and he saw already a frown forming so he added, “You read the letter while I get everything out of the car. And then you can show me what you already put up and kiss me stupid while doing so. Sounds good?”

Kili snatched the letter out of his hand with a grumble about Fili being a prissy little shiny boy of their mama and leaned against the door frame to open and read it. Fili would take it as a yes then.

Kili read the letter, silently, his face getting pale and then red and a huge grin forming on his face. Then he just watched Fili.

“You know, you could help,” Fili grunted when he placed another box full of presents down. God, their family was excessive.

“I am enjoying the show,” Kili shrugged. “Tell you what. You promise me that we will have sex on one place in the living room before the others come and I will make you my special hot cocoa.”

Fili could feel his whole body heating up at the thought.

“What, like under the Christmas Tree?”

“Fitting,” Kili smiled at him. “Considering that you are my secret Christmas Gift from Ma.”

“What?”

“Yeah, early Christmas plus letter. Delivered by itself,” he waved the red envelope. “Very nice of her.”

Fili gaped at his brother, “She wrote that?”

No, she didn’t. His mother wouldn’t… Would she?

Kili handed the letter to him, “Read yourself. I will continue with the boxes-”

“There are only two left anyway,” Fili mumbled but his eyes were already reading the start of the letter, sinking down on the couch.

“Then why are you whining?”

Their mother knew, and now Fili also knew how she had found it out. Over years she had watched them and not said anything. She saw their struggle to not fall for each other and how they both gave up on it. Fili’s resignation that it would never be and Kili’s pushing that it might become real if they were just brave enough. Then her reveal that they were not in fact blood related but step brothers and how she saw both of them going through yet another crisis. She had not seen Kili pushing Fili to admit their feelings (by pushing him against his closet) but she had a strong suspicion that it had been Kili who took the first step. Always the braver one of the two, while Fili was more careful (or a coward as Kili said).

Then her sheme of getting everyone to believe that Fili could not come to Christmas, just to get Kili two days with Fili alone in the Cabin.

“I know it is not Christmas yet but see this as my present to you both for this Christmas. I will make sure we won’t come up before the Eve of Christmas itself. So in your excitement and love, do not forget your tasks. Fili already knows about the Christmas Dinner. And for the love of God, don’t hide your love forever from our family. You might have grown up as brothers, but you are closer than most couples I know. And Thorin is driving me insane, so get to it. Send with Love, Your Ma.”

“She is amazing, isn’t she?” Kili closed the door after he put down the last box, sitting down next to Fili.

“Scarry, that is what she is. She knew. All this time.”

“Yeah, I was never good at hiding things from her. Least of all the things I care about,” he slung his arm around Fili and pulled him close.

“Telling everyone,” Fili whispered and leaned against him. “I just- Won’t they think it weird?”

“We are stepbrothers, technically.”

“That just sounds like straight out of a porn movie,” he groaned.

“Let’s not worry about that,” Killi took the letter from his hand and placed it on the table. “We don’t have to tell anyone right this holiday. She is just being dramatic.”

Fili smiled at Kili, “I am sorry for being still so difficult about this.”

“I don’t mind.”

“You were ready to tell everyone the day we found out we are not related.”“Well, yes. But as I said, I don’t mind it. Means I can keep you all to myself for longer. Like the face you make after I kissed you. One of my favourites.”

Fili kissed him for that. Oh, but how he loved Kili. And how Kili’s hands felt in his hair and on his hips.

“Didn’t you say something about your special hot cocoa?” He felt Kili’s hands tighten and saw his eyes going darker.

“I did.”

Fili hummed into the next kiss. Knowing what he was about to do was a bit mean.

He stood up, interrupting their kiss right in the middle.

“Let’s get to work then. Still plenty to do.”

“Fili!” growled Kili behind him on the couch.“Yes?” he asked and blinked innocently down at Kili.

“If I don’t get what you agreed to,”“Whatever could you mean, Kee?”

“I will be very cross.”

“And no one wants that,” Fili leaned down and gave Kili a quick kiss. “But if you want your present under the Christmas Tree, there should be decorations on it, don’t you agree?”

“Why? I am not going to look at the Tree!” Kili scoffed but stood up. “You better put a bow on you, if you want to make to go about it that way.”

#submission #Gathering 12 Days 2023 #Fili/Kili #FiKi #Durincest #the Hobbit

[slightlylessmediocre]

Run Away Home

Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader

1.5K words, little ficlet about Eddie bringing reader home for the first time. Writing more, not sure I’ll ever post it but I liked this first part. Eddie has such a hold on me s2g

Warnings: sex mentions

A/N: i consume a lot of media at once and it’s all churning around my smooth brain so some details may be wrong and I will NOT do research about the 80s to fact check myself, thank you very much. 

“Eddie,” You laughed as he stepped out of the bathroom. “You can’t wear that.”

He looked down at himself, baffled. “Wha- this is what I always wear!” He protested truthfully. Ripped jeans, black shirt under a leather jacket and combat boots was essentially his daily attire. 

“Did you even pack a tie?” You walked over to his suitcase, laying next to yours where he dropped them last night when you arrived in his old home town. Hawkins, Indiana. 

You had heard the stories. Well, you had heard some. Eddie had never been particularly forthcoming about his home. When you had first met him, he played the rock-band-front-man-with-mysterious-past expertly. “I’m from nowhere,” He would say when anyone asked. 

Nowhere wasn’t entirely wrong, you had realized as you flew over the plains and farms and tiny little towns with populations smaller than the block you and Eddie lived on now. Eventually, when you started dating, he had opened up a little more and explained his cursed hometown. Disappearances and deaths and fires and government conspiracies that were honestly a little hard to follow. You thought it was because maybe Eddie was exaggerating, or too traumatized to make sense on the subject, and your naturally curious nature had you doing research in the library. You were shocked that so much came up when looking into Hawkins. Eddie hadn’t exaggerated, if anything he had undersold this weird place. 

“Do you even own a tie?” You added, a genuine question. 

“Why would I own a tie?” He scoffed. 

You rolled your eyes fondly. It was true, not like he needed one in Seattle, where he worked in the record shop by day and played clubs by night. “Babe,” You turned from the luggage to look at him again. “Why did you bring me here?”

“I don’t think it was for fashion advice, princess.” He replied with a devilish smirk. When you started fucking- a few months before you started dating- you called him ‘babe’ because it annoyed him. He had called you ‘princess’ because it annoyed you. You weren’t entirely sure when that had changed but hearing it now, paired with that smile, you were ready to jump back into bed with him. 

Not that you had time for that, or even this discussion. Still you waited, eyebrows raised, for him to try again. “Because I wanted to introduce you to my friends.” He shrugged, crossing his arms tightly. 

You sighed, straightening up so you could cross the space between you. “Eddie…” He was refusing to meet your eyes. It hurt to see him like this. He had been growing more and more distant every day the week before you left for Indiana, culminating in the plane ride in which Eddie was somehow both jumpy and detached. You knew he had to come back, to see his friends and face his demons but part of you wondered if it was too soon. 

You wrapped your arms around his waist, his own arms immediately moving to pull you closer on instinct. You tucked your face into his arm, inhaling the scent of him. He always smelled like a campfire to you- warm, cozy, smoke floating up into a clear night sky full of stars. Eddie rested his cheek on the top of your head and you felt him take a deep breath. 

“I am your princess.” You told him. It felt a bit silly, but you needed him to hear it. “You slayed the dragon, you won the battle, and your prize is me.”

“You know that’s not how I see you-“

“No, listen.” You insisted, pressing a kiss to his bicep even though he probably couldn’t feel it through the leather. “You deserve to be happy, Eddie. I like to think I make you as happy as you make me. And you don’t- we don’t need to prove our happiness to anyone just to make it true. But you get to be able to stomp back into this shitty little town, with someone who loves you on your arm, and show them you don’t care what they did back then or what they think now. That’s why I’m here.” 

He was quiet for a moment, mulling it over. “Hey,” He finally spoke. You looked up at him, and he put his hand on your neck, tipping your chin back with his thumb for easier access before he leaned down to kiss you. His long fingers on your neck, your pulse, while his tongue swept in your mouth- it still sent shivers down your spine. The temptation to push him towards the bed and forget the whole reason you even came here was huge. 

He was the one to pull away, far too soon for your liking. Eddie was looking down at you with his big, brown eyes, staring straight into your soul. “I fucking love you.” 

You got up on your tiptoes to press another quick kiss to his lips. “I fucking love you.” You told him. It wasn’t the first time either of you had said it, but his face still lit up like a Christmas tree, his big smile coming out in full strength. You couldn’t stop yourself from beaming back. “But you can’t wear that.” You added. He threw his head back and laughed. “You’re trying to prove a point, coming back and bringing me here, but you’re not proving anything wearing the same clothes you did in high school.”

“These are not-“ He started, eyes wide with mock outrage.

“I know, I know.” You waved him off, pulling away and going back to your suitcase. “You’re so lucky I know you so well.” You said, digging through your own clothes to the bottom of your suitcase where you had packed a nicer change of clothes for him, for this exact reason. You tossed him these clothes and watched his mock outrage turned into a shade of the real thing. 

“Princess, what? No. I’m not wearing this monkey suit.” 

“It’s not a monkey suit!” You laughed. “It’s a polo shirt and slacks.” 

“It’s what prep school jocks wear, Y/N.” He raised an eyebrow. 

“They’re your signature color!” You pointed out.

“Hang on,” He lowered the clothes in his hands, another smirk playing on his lips. “Are you into this, princess? Do you like the whole mortgage broker, asshole vibe? Do you want me to dress up for you?”

“No! Oh my God…” You rolled your eyes as he pulled his beautiful hair back, holding it one hand while he straightened his stance. 

“Would you like to apply for a loan?” He said, doing a mocking accent that was a terrible cross between British and New York. “It’ll be at a 7% interest rate.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” You laughed. 

“Oh?” He drew his hand to his chest. “Now it’ll be 5%.” He threatened. 

“I’m pretty sure that’s better.” You pointed out. 

Eddie’s character facade disappeared for a moment as he frowned. But his evil smile quickly returned. “I meant FIFTEEN!” He lunged forward, and you screeched as he tackled you, wrapping his arms around your center. He stopped there, resting his head in your lap. He kissed your exposed thigh, not to turn you on but just as if to reassure himself you were here, real. “With all this talk about what I’m wearing, you’re still wearing a robe.” He pointed out. 

“I always change last, you know that.” Makeup and hair came first. 

“What if we just,” His hand drifted upward to grab the sash on your robe. He slowly began to tug on it. “Forgot about the thing. And stayed here.” He kissed your thigh again, higher this time, letting his lips linger on your skin. 

“Your friends would be mad.” You replied, trying to sound convincing but you sounded breathless instead. 

“Mmm, friends, yeah.” He continued pulling, the sash slowly coming undone. 

“If you just wanted to fuck me, we could have stayed in Seattle.” You added. 

“But Hawkins has never heard the way you scream when I’m inside of you.” He mumbled, looking up at you through his long eyelashes. 

It was getting hard to focus. “You were inside of me last night.”

“Yeah but you were a very good girl for me,” He kissed you again on your thigh just as the knot on your sash came undone. Your robe drifted open, just a bit, exposing just a bit of skin. “So quiet. I didn’t even know you could be that quiet.” 

“Not like I have to worry about it at home, our neighbors are never around.” You wondered if he could tell how wet you already were. How quickly and easily he did this to you. 

“Probably for the best.” He agreed, before he sucked on your skin, quick but hard and you couldn’t stop the moan that came out of your mouth. You could feel him smile. “You’re right of course.” Eddie pulled away, and you just stopped yourself from groaning in protest. He didn’t need that self-satisfied smirk to get any bigger. “We do have to get going. You should really change.” He added as he pushed off of you, grabbing the clothes you had given him and sauntering towards the bathroom with this damn rock band hips that drove you crazy. 

You did get your own satisfied smirk when you heard the water start running, a quiet yelp following. Cold water. Damn right. 

#stranger things #stranger things season 4 #sts4 #st s 4 #eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #eddie munson fanfic #y/n #eddie munson x y/n

[chungledown-bimothy]

Hey, Dad.

inspired by @screamingbingusthecromulentone, i wrote a short little fantasy high ficlet ^_^

After an intense first week of school, Riz visits his dad, and maybe he's not as alone as he thinks he is.

593 words, no warnings

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“Hey, dad. It’s, uh, it’s been a while, and I’m sorry about that.” Riz rubbed the back of his neck and shivered a bit; it was colder than he’d expected.

“Uh, where should I start. I mean, first, of course, I miss you. So much. Mom does too, even though she tries to hide it for my sake, I think. 

This past week was my first week of high school! I go to Aguefort, and it’s been crazy already. A lot of it is stuff I can’t talk about yet, but I will come and tell you all about it as soon as I can.

I made some friends! At least, I think they’re my friends. Definitely the closest to friends I’ve ever had. We met in detention, believe it or not. I got caught breaking into the principal’s office, but it was to get clues about Penny and the other girls’ disappearances. 

Where was I? Right, my friends.

There’s Gorgug- he’s the nicest person you’ll ever meet. Too nice, probably. He brought a metal flower to school the first day, and he tried to give it to Fabian after Fabian just walked up and punched him out of nowhere. You’d think a barbarian would be all tough and angry and all that, but actually he’s really quiet and awkward.

Fabian’s another one of my friends, actually, and he’s really cool. He and Gorgug seem to have moved past that first incident no problem. He calls me The Ball, which is cool I guess. Won’t stop talking about his dad, though, which is, like, great and all, but it makes me miss you even more. You’re way more badass than some old pirate, though, I’m sure of it.

Then there’s Fig, who’s really angry all the time, which is kinda funny, since she’s a bard and, like, way angrier than Gorgug. Fabian’s a fighter, by the way. Really cool sword. Anyway. Fig. Angry a lot, especially at authority figures, but she’s cool. Totally shreds on bass guitar.

There’s also Adaine, she’s a wizard. Shepanics a lot and has some major family issues, but she’s really smart, and the only wizard I’ve seen who doesn’t just rely on her magic all the time. 

The last of our little detention group is Kristen. She’s a cleric, super into Helio, although some stuff happened and she seems kinda messed up about it? I dunno. She’s kinda weird, like, even more than most of the Helio people, but has a really good heart. 

We’re all a bunch of misfits and weirdos, and I like them all a lot.

Together, we can find all of the missing girls and save them. I know we will.

I think it’s gonna be a really good year. I know I keep saying it, but I miss you so much. It would all be even better if you were here. For me and for mom. I’m gonna go now and let mom come talk to you alone. I love you, and I’ll be back soon, I promise.”

As Riz touched his father’s headstone in parting, a warm breeze came out of nowhere and wrapped around him. He smiled and didn’t turn to leave until it had entirely passed.

From behind a tree just barely within earshot, Sklonda sniffled and wiped a tear from her eye. That’s a good kid we made, Pok. He reminds me of you more and more every day, and he’s gonna be the death of me, but you’d be so damn proud of him. Just like I am.

#fantasy high #riz gukgak #sklonda gukgak #dimension 20 #i write sometimes

[a-driftamongopenstars]

just a tiny little ficlet featuring the Guardian, Crow and a secluded beach <3

The sight of gentle waves, washing over the beach, is certainly refreshing after the gloomy depths of the EDZ forests or the towering concrete skyscrapers of the Last City.

It is certainly better than the daunting doom of the Leviathan.

Crow has never been by the ocean. It is different here than beside the endless mists of the Dreaming City. Here, the water is quite real, quite tangible. The air is fresh and salty. The end of the ocean is visible far off by the horizon, yet it is not an end at all. It spreads and it goes and it stretches...

"I'm glad we came here," Crow says with a sigh, turning to look at the Guardian beside him. "A place like this is certain to take my mind off things."

The Guardian nods thoughtfully, eyes resting on that blue stretch of ocean water. Crow watches them for a moment longer before moving to lie down on the heated sand.

Its grains welcome him with softness. His feet are buried well within the warm mounds of the beach sand. The sun shines on him generously, warming up the blueish marbled skin.

All the peace and quiet of the world seems to have converged here.

Minutes after, Crow feels the Guardian lie down too, and their fingers wind between his in handholding.

Like that, they remain for some minutes longer. Nowhere to hurry, no doom to follow them, no desperation to disturb.

Palm trees sway quietly nearby, so does the beach grass and wild thickets. Ocean waves come and go, bringing in nothing but the refreshing winds. A seagull cries somewhere above, its cries disappearing as it takes off to another spot.

Crow breathes in deep, breathes out. His hand squeezes the Guardian's hand.

"Could we stay here a few days longer?"

They certainly don't mind.

#i'm having a Time here #destiny 2 #destiny 2 fanfiction #guardian x crow #yw x crow #young wolf x crow #fanfiction #driftcreates

[gaeldricge]

A while ago my lovely friend @indigo-inferno prompted me to write a ficlet in which partner A falls asleep against partner B. When I started writing, I got a little distracted and ended up with this somewhat altered version of the prompt - hope you like it just as well!!! xxx

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It was late when Grayson finally left the precinct to head home. Very late. She would only have a couple of hours to get some sleep, a shower and maybe something better to eat than the sugary pastries someone had brought to work and which had been fueling her up the past few hours.

The night air was brisk, and together with the short walk to her street, it helped to clear some cobwebs from her sleep-deprived mind. They were getting nowhere with their case, but with every step that took her closer to her home, her desire to get into her bed as quickly as possible grew. Her feet felt like lead, her shoulders ached, as did her stiff neck, and she could hear the cracking of her joints every other step. 

With a sigh of relief, she finally opened the front gate and closed the distance to the front door in almost no time. The house was dark and quiet as she got it, and yet all her senses stood on alert once the door opened. It was the smell that set her off. That sweet and powerful scent of the combination of lychee and white mint; the smell of Mel.

Grayson smiled. Her bones were still aching and her head was buzzing with the desire to sleep, but her heart skipped an excited beat when she noticed Mel’s pumps in the cupboard, next to her own spare leather boots. With swift motions, she had her boots off and the coat put on a hanger into the wardrobe. Without switching on any lights, she hurried up the stairs to the bedroom where she knew Mel must be waiting.

She was fast asleep when Grayson entered the room, the dull city lights illuminating her form slightly through the drawn curtains. Leaning against the door frame and taking in the scene, Grayson smiled tiredly and happy. 

“Mel?”

Mel stirred at the sound of her name and her eyes fluttered open. “You’re home,” she said sleepily.

“As are you,” Grayson replied, moving closer to the bed.

“Yes,” Mel rubbed her eyes. “I missed you. We haven’t had time together for how many days now?”

“Three.”

“Exactly.”

Grayson knelt onto the bed and reached out a hand to cup Mel’s cheek. She had missed her too.

“I have to go back early. There’s not much company I can offer you, I’m afraid.”

Mel shrugged the worry off. “That’s alright. That's why I came to your place.”

Grayson nodded, then frowned as a thought crossed her mind. “You shouldn’t have stayed here on your own though. Someone might have seen you enter, you’d have been a sitting target.”

“Shh,” Mel got onto her own knees and cupped Grayson’s face between her hands. “Nothing happened. I know you worry about me, but I’m safe. And you’re tired. Get out of these clothes and into bed.”

Grayson still frowned at her, too tired to find the words to argue back but still displeased about Mel’s carelessness.

“I want to feel your body next to mine again.” Mel whispered with a subtle hint of seductiveness and followed by a sweet and light kiss.

Grayson sighed, accepting that they would’ve to argue about the matter at another time.

“Alright,” she said and heaved herself off the bed again. “Be right back.”

A couple of minutes later, she crawled under the covers with a moan of pure delight. Mel slid close once she settled, the two of them facing each other.

“This feels good,” Grayson mumbled as she wrapped her arms around Mel’s smaller frame. 

Mel hummed in agreement, while her fingers slowly traced the lines on Grayson’s face. They both knew what she wanted to say; how Grayson worked too hard and that she should slow down for her own health. They both also knew that she probably wouldn’t heed the words, even though Grayson had to admit to herself that she had caught herself thinking about retirement more often recently. Neither of them spoke, however. It’d be futile, especially since Mel was just as much a workaholic as Grayson was, although her younger age was clearly of advantage.

“I dreamt about you last night,” Mel said instead.

“A good dream I hope?”

“Of course,” Mel smiled at her and Grayson returned it even as she felt her eyelids droop close. 

“Sleep,” Mel whispered again. 

Grayson shifted slightly, she had never been able to sleep on her side. Mel followed her movement and settled with her head on Grayson’s chest on top of the covers. One of Grayson’s hands moved to touch Mel’s head and weave its fingers through the long tresses of hair.

“I love you.” Grayson was already half asleep when Mel uttered the words, but her consciousness still took them in, relishing in the feeling of happiness they invoked within her.

Draping an arm around Mel, she pulled her close against her body. “Me too.” And with that sleep finally overtook Grayson completely.

#grayson arcane #mel medarda #grayson x mel #melson ficlet #writings by viv

[sgt-mark-smith]

500 word ficlet! Idea came to me last night.

Manaaki was twenty-eight, a decorated sergeant of the Great World War, and living in Hamilton with his sister, raising his child with his new wife. He’d resigned his commission after the war ended, and now did the manual labor for Awa’s store.

It was a chilly spring evening in 1920, no different from any other, when someone knocked on the door. Manaaki answered with little Harry Manaaki on his hip, as he happened to be nearest to the door.

A gentleman was standing there, fiddling with a watch-chain. He blinked at Manaaki.

“Can I help you, sir?” Manaaki asked, a little shortly. Harry was chattering noisily and grabbing at his ear.

“My God, how you’ve grown,” the gentleman said, staring at him as if in a trance.

Manaaki froze, thoughts racing. A yawning emptiness, ancient and painful, opened suddenly in his chest. “Are you…”

“Your father, lad,” the man said, and now Manaaki could see it, a face that refreshed the very furthest corners of his memory.

“What are you doing here?” Awa asked. Manaaki managed a look over his shoulder, and saw that she’d come up behind him, scowling.

The gentleman — Manaaki’s father! — smiled. “And look at you, my skinny little—”

“Get out,” Awa spat. “You think you can just come here, after twenty-five years? Get out.”

“Could you really be so unforgiving toward your own father, Awa?” the gentleman began, but Awa elbowed past Manaaki and slammed the door.

“Who was that?” Cissy asked curiously.

“No one,” Awa snapped.

“It was our father, Awa,” Manaaki said, and he put Harry down to run around on the floor.

“Father! Don’t make me laugh.” Awa said.

“I don’t understand,” Cissy was looking between them.

“He abandoned our mother when Manaaki was three, and she died,” Awa said. “We were orphans, and I provided for us — me, Manaaki, don’t you forget it!”

“But he came back,” Manaaki began.

“Because he recognized you in a newspaper when you got a medal, I’ll bet,” Awa snapped. “The old Prophet back in the nowhere-village has a better claim to be your father than that man ever will.”

“Maybe I wanted to meet him, at least!” Anger felt better than the hollow ache in his chest, and he hid inside it. He looked to Cissy, certain she would be on his side.

But Cissy was staring at him. “Harry didn’t know you when you came home from the war.”

Manaaki blinked. “That’s not the sa— I did come back!”

“I didn’t know if you would for years,” Cissy said. “And I know it’s not the same, but if you didn’t make it back, Harry still wouldn’t have a father.”

“Papa!” Harry decided he wanted to climb Manaaki again, so Manaaki picked him up. He hadn’t been there, when Harry was born. He couldn’t imagine, now, not coming back to him. And Cissy! To get her pregnant and then to leave her?

What kind of man could do that? Did he want to know that man?

#manaaki kokiri #awa kokiri #cissy smith #when we go to war fandom #when we go to war fanfic #the no good deadbeat dad #when we go to war miniseries #when we go to war 2015 #wwgtw fanfic

[digimonloving]

A tiny ficlet of a tamer who's very timid and frightened of any IceDevimon with a partner who just so happens to digivolve into said form while protecting the tamer?

That Wasn't Supposed To Happen... | Ficlet | Wormmon and his Tamer

It was understandable for them to be afraid of IceDevimon -- the Digimon was sly and crueler than any other Devimon. With a silver tongue that could lure you in right before he quickly turns to try and devour you or turn you into one of their many little spoils of battle -- an ice sculpture to be hidden away from the world never to be seen again. A show of his power, so one would say.

Wormmon would try his best to keep his Tamer away from any space he was sure an IceDevimon would either call home or be found around. But the thing with many Digimon is one can never fully predict where they will show up. And Wormmon did his best to protect his Tamer every time they came across one, driving them away as Stingmon to make sure his Tamer felt safe and secure.

"Watch out!"

The sudden attack out of nowhere, a large claw swatting his Tamer away to the side, made Wormmon freeze in fear as he tried to figure out how to handle this situation -- if he didn't do something and fast... his Tamer might get eaten! A feeling he never experienced shot through him as he Digivolved, but not into Stingmon. A form he never would have thought possible in his own line -- and the one Digimon his Tamer feared the most out of any other: IceDevimon.

He took advantage of it, freezing the Digimon that dared to try to harm his Tamer cold -- trying to not enjoy how quickly they turned into a cube of ice and being unable to move. Were they dead? He didn't know, but that wasn't his concern for now; only his Tamer was.

And as he glnced towards his Tamer, he could only see the pure horror on their face as they stared him down. He winced at the feeling, not knowing if they had witnessed his Digivolution, or if they thought him to just be a wild IceDevimon. He still had far too much energy... He couldn't deDigivolve quite yet it felt, but he didn't want his Tamer looking at him with such... fear.

"W... Wormmon?" they uttered, so quietly he could only just hear it. "W-what h-happened to... you?"

A slight wave of relief. It seemed they knew it was him, but their fear of the Digimon that he was still took over as he tried to approach, but they were quick to scoot away with every step he took. Even if they knew it was him, they couldn't actually be sure... What if he did act differently now with this new form -- IceDevimon were unpredictable.

But, he knew, deep down, he would never lay a claw upon his Tamer. He would sooner delete himself than harm them. The only issue was if they knew that or not..

"I know how you feel towards IceDevimon, but I promise, I'm not going to harm you," his voice was soft, "you know how I am. I would never turn a claw against you, even in any dark forms I might take on. I wouldn't dare hurt you."

His Tamer still kept a distance, looking away from him. It hurt, really, it did. He understood it all the same, having such a fear truly can make things difficult, even if they knew who was behind the form. Their Digimon partner, their friend till the end of time.

"Are you... going... to change back...?" they asked, looking back to him with a slightly worried expression. He understood what they meant; was he going to stay an IceDevimon, or would he be their Wormmon again and hopefully never unlock this form again?

"I should, soon enough... We should get out of here before I do, though... I don't exactly want to change and have this Digimon thaw out only to strike us both again." He slightly joked, looking towards the giant chunk of ice with a slightly worried expression, to which his Tamer could only agree.

They still kept a small distance from one another, as IceDevimon didn't really know if he should risk triggering their fear even more. When he finally changed back into Wormmon, he could only enjoy breathing nicely for a few moments before he was being crushed in his Tamer's arms as they snuggled up to him, glad he was finally "Back to normal" as they would said.

#Digimon #Digimon and Tamers #Ficlet #Wormmon #IceDevimon #(Went with a cyber sleuth evo here #cause apparently Wormmon can Digivolve into IceDevimon and that seemed #the most out of left field sort of one to do that made sense in a way DFHSDFH

[kariachi]

Barest bit of ficlet for this maybe-pokemon-au because a scene came to me.

Two pairs have met up while wandering.

~~

Manny had to bite his tongue as the other pair fell back behind them, their whispered muttering carrying just enough to listen in.

“‘We’re in the middle of nowhere’ you said. ‘Who’s going to see you out here besides me’ you said. This is what listening to you gets me!”

“Oh no, people are seeing you at an eight instead of a nine, however will you live.”

“A nine?!”

“Yeah, I said it.”

“So, where are you two headed,” Helen asked as she looped back to rejoin their little group. You would think, with how long they’d been doing this excursions together, she’d be able to avoid running ahead, but no. Was something you just had to get used to.

“We haven’t really decided yet,” the girl, Elena, said. “We figure the two nearest places are equidistant, so once we get to the break in the path we’ll pick one.”

“Different terrain though,” Helen pointed out.

“We’re prepped for both. Lucky me, I’ve got the best pack animal since Tauros hanging around.” When Manny looked over his shoulder back at them the other one looked about as affronted as a soaked Persian and he couldn’t help a snicker. It earned him a glower and a muttering he could barely make out. Something about cute boys and ‘as bad as her’.

“If you go straight at that break,” Manny said, “there’s a gym the next town over.” He and Helen had already checked it out ages ago, and intended to go down an alternate road that headed into the mountains once they passed that nearest town. They hadn’t headed deep into the mountains before, and wanted to see what sort’ve pokemon they could find up there. Elena grinned at him.

“Thanks! We’ll have to keep that in mind when we pick our direction!”

#fanfic

[amydancepants-peralta]

Any PDA headcanons at the ‘rents?

“Okay … so, here’s what I’m thinking. I know a guy. If we play our cards right, we could all have brand new identities by this time tomorrow.”

Shaking her head, Amy scoots herself off of the bathroom counter, and reaches for her shirt. “Okay - One, your guy is clearly Adrian, and we are not hiring him for anything; and Two, it’s really not that big of a deal, babe.”

Jake’s eyebrows lift so high they may as well be on the ceiling, mouth dropping open in shock. “Not that big of a deal? Your mother walked in on us having sex on the bathroom counter, Ames. On the scale of things that are a big deal, this is the biggest of the bigs.”

Amy tugs her briefs back on, throwing her husband his boxers when he pauses his frantic pacing. “Well, that’ll teach her to knock next time, won’t it?”

“How are you so calm about this?”

“My parents had eight children, Jake. They’re clearly aware of the importance of sneaky sex.”

Jake’s eyes narrow, watching as Amy gathers the rest of their clothing from various fixtures in the Santiago family bathroom. “You know, post-orgasm Amy really does live in a life-is-good haze, doesn’t she?”

Amy nods, grinning proudly as she makes her way over to Jake, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Only when it’s a really good one, like before.” Her hands slide a little lower, tracing absent patterns along her husband’s back, and continues. “Why don’t we pick up where we left off, hmm?”

Jake sighs, circling his arms around Amy’s middle, clearly too distracted to pick up on her suggestive tone, and she pouts to herself. “Your mom saw my butt, Ames. My very naked, having sex with her daughter, butt.”

“To be fair, it is a very cute butt. I happen to love that butt.”

Chuckling, Jake presses a kiss to the top of Amy’s head, resting his chin softly there as he groans. “I love yours too. Ugh. My mind just keeps replaying it, like some kind of recurring nightmare.”

Amy smiles against Jake’s chest, maintaining the soothing patterns as she presses her lower body against her husband’s, feeling his only slightly lingering erection. “If it’s any consolation, I think my legs covered a portion of it.” She feels his head shake side to side, followed by a strangled groan: “I can’t even tell if that’s worse.”

She sways her hips slowly, nursing Jake’s arousal before it disappears completely. “They know we have sex, Jake. Our son is literally in the car with them right now. Lets just take advantage of this incredibly rare alone time while we’ve got it, okay?”

Jake pulls away a fraction, giving Amy a tiny smile before pressing a kiss to her lips. “Are you sure I can’t tempt you with a small bookstore in the middle of nowhere?”

Amy raises her brows, the very suggestion of her ultimate getaway tending to the flame that Camila’s interruption had only diminished, and not destroyed. She reaches up to meet Jake’s lips with another kiss, lingering against his skin as she whispers - “Mmm. Very tempting, babe.”

“Wait, is this actually working?"

Amy nods, closing the gap with another kiss. “The secret hideaway, yes. The changing our names and forging new identities, not so much.” She grins, giving her very best version of a suggestive wink. “C’mon, I’ve got somewhere to show you - but you have to keep it a secret.”

Jake gasps, wrapping one hand around hers as the other slaps dramatically against his chest. “Amy Santiago, are you telling me you’ve had a spot for secret sex all this time?”

Tugging him along as they exit the scene of Jake’s Ultimate Humiliation, Amy laughs. “I grew up with seven brothers, Peralta. If I wanted to go anywhere past first base, I needed to get creative.”

“You know, this probably would have been handy information to have an hour ago, babe. Before we got all naked and sweaty in the easily-accessible bathroom, for example.”

“I can’t help it if my husband was looking especially hot this morning! And besides,” Amy pauses, leading Jake out into the backyard as she checks for stickybeaks, “Now, it just means we get to go for round two. And I know how much you love double helpings of the good stuff.”

“Double dessert, sexy stylez? You really are my dream girl.”

#these two really cannot help themselves and we love them for it #this little ficlet came out of nowhere and here we are #anon I hope this was close to what you were hoping for! #b99 headcanons

[comradekiwi]

bkdk quirk kid/time travel ficlet!

inspired by me wishing there were more fics with this scene and then realizing I can literally. write it myself

EDIT: now on ao3! https://archiveofourown.org/works/38051554

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“So. You’re telling me this guy looks like your dad? But younger?”

The little tyke nodded furiously, clutching onto Katsuki’s pants leg, fluffy blonde curls bouncing back and forth. Katsuki had to stifle a grin at the sight. Sue him, it was cute. The brat had bigass eyes that phased in and out of sight behind his curls as he bounced on his tiny feet, shuffling incessantly, almost like-

“Daddy!” the kid suddenly implored, staring into Katsuki’s soul with his huge fucking Bambi eyes. (Seriously, what the fuck? When did they start making kids this cute?) “Up!”

Tiny arms shot up in his direction, barely reaching his hips. “You want me to pick you up?” Katsuki asked, teasing, just to see him react. The kid nodded heavily again, stretching and whining like that would get him up faster. Katsuki bent down, humouring him. “What do we say?”

Jesus, he sounded like his father.

“Please!” The kid said sweetly, with a hint of a child’s lisp. Katsuki lifted him, musing at how light he was. It was insane to think that he or Deku had ever been this size, like a strong wind could blow them away. He held onto the kid tighter at the thought, then chastised himself internally for the sudden protectiveness that came out of nowhere. He was getting soft.

Aizawa seemed unamused at the exchange, texting someone on his phone, although most of the onlooking Class 3-A looked bewildered at the sight of tall, built, grumpy Bakugou gently carrying a tiny, adorable child. Kirishima and Mina just looked fond. Todoroki, apparently unconcerned, continued eating his noodles and pretending not to sneak glances at Sero. (He thought he was subtle. He was not. Katsuki hated his stupid simp ass.) Pinching the bridge of his nose, Aizawa muttered something about problem children. Children? It was just Bakugou here. Well, and the tyke. The other problem child-

“I’m here!” Deku burst through the door, panting. “I’m sorry I’m late for movie night I had to meet with All Might and I saw a dog on the way back and it was so cute it kind of reminded me of Kiri-”

“Papa!” Belted the newly exuberant kid, right in Katsuki’s fucking ear, now wriggling like an eel to get out of his grasp.

Wait. What.

The kid succeeding in sliding down his legs and rushing to Deku, who instinctively knelt down to catch the flying kid in his arms into a hug. “Hi Papa! Look! Daddy’s small! You’re small too! Oji-san has less grey hair and Uncle Kiri is smaller and Auntie Mina isn’t growing a baby anymore and I think I have to go to the bathroom!”

Okay. Now the whole class looked shocked, none more so than Deku. Actually, Kirishima and Mina looked even more fond and amused, fuck them. Their eyes were twinkling and mouths were stretched in ecstatic, teasing grins, openly glancing back and forth between Katsuki and Deku. Why wasn’t she fucking concerned about the pregnancy in her future? Sero mouthed “Oji-san?” and looked up at Aizawa, whose face remained unchanged, although he remained glaring steadfastly at his phone. Katsuki peeked. He was texting Mic-Sensei. There were a lot of messages on Aizawa’s end, now, and what looked like a bunch of unhelpful kaomoji’s from Mic.

Come to think of it, the kid did look a lot like Deku. The freckles matched, although Katsuki had long given up avoiding being reminded of Deku every time he saw someone with freckles, and had thus thought little of it. But the green eyes and excited rambling was unmistakable. He was now mumbling happily, shifting back and forth, nearly on Deku’s toes, clutching his shirt near identically to the way he had been holding Katsuki’s pants. Deku looked at the kids hair, then up at Katsuki from his kneeling position on the floor. Tch. Trust the nerd to connect the dots. Although the way his eyes were shiny but wary told Katsuki he was having a hard time believing it.

“Kacchan…?” Deku asked, gripping the kid a little tighter, impossible hope in his eyes. Katsuki was sure he was wearing a similarly idiotic expression too, taking in the side-by-side Bambi eyes and freckles, juxtaposed with his hair colour in curly form and his mother’s nose. His chest was going to explode. It broke Katsuki’s heart a little, to see such immeasurable longing reflected in the eyes of someone whose wishes he could have granted ages ago if they weren’t both so stupid. (Okay, mostly Katsuki. But he was never going to admit that.)

The kid had gone quiet, looking between the two of them. Perceptive. (Definitely his and Deku’s kid. Holy shit, this was his and Deku’s kid.) He held one hand out to Katsuki, who instinctively took it, and looped the other around Deku’s neck as he sat on his knee. “Papa came home Daddy! You gotta give him his welcome home kiss!” The kid scolded, little face aghast at his Daddy forgetting their daily tradition. Deku’s face immediately drowned in red, which was an amusing enough sight to distract Katsuki from the steam was coming out of his ears. No way in hell was he kissing the nerd right now, but the idea was sending him into spontaneous cardiac arrest. Not just kissing Deku, but the potential of having a domestic, stable enough life with him that things like welcome home kisses were the norm. Where a kid pattered around there to witness it, and remind them if they forgot. Where they were safe in the warm cocoon of a future together. Katsuki was well aware his eyes were glazed over at his wonderment, but Deku’s were, too, clearly having the same train of thought. Deku smiled shyly up at him, and Katsuki couldnt stop his face from softening back, the barest hint of a smile escaping unbidden. The kid suddenly blinked rapidly, then disappeared, completely gone. Deku blinked too, in a comically identical way, lashes fluttering and oh, Katsuki never had a chance. He was so, so gone for this boy.

Aizawa clicked his phone off and huh. He had had a timer going. “Ten minutes on the dot. The quirk user is only a teen right now but they happen to be in general studies here, so Nedzu let me know the details of the quirk’s effects. No harm comes to anyone involved, just ten minutes in the future or past of whoever you last touched, which in this case must have been Bakugou. Good job getting me. Now I’m going back to sleep. Please don’t contact me unless there is an emergency. Bakugou, Midoriya, if I hear a peep of noise complaints about your rooms, I’m expelling you both. If anyone gives me any details, I’m expelling them too. Good night.” With that, Aizawa stepped out of the room, leaving multiple classmates shaking with poorly-muffled laughter and a very red Katsuki and Deku. They made eye contact and hurriedly looked away, Deku scratching the back of his head and Katsuki shoving his hands deep in his pockets. “We should probably talk,” Deku ventured through his blush, “My room or yours?”

Katsuki threw his Level 5 Imminent Death Glare at Kaminari when he opened his mouth, satisfied with the “eep!” it provoked. “Hurry up then,” he said to the nerd, already walking towards the elevators. Deku fell into step next to him as he always did, and apparently always would, if the quirk was to be believed. Katsuki had to hide another smile at that. He didn’t know exactly what the future held, but if the way the nerd was looking at the floor and smiling uncontrollably, seemingly unknowingly, was any indication - it would be pretty alright.

#bakugou also thought the kid’s eyes were the same as deku’s but he squashed that thought immediately bc it was so fucking sappy #bkdk #bnha #mha #idk I just love the idea of them finding out they get together bc their kid calls them both their father its just so fun #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bakudeku #bkdk fic #kiwi writes! #poorly #katsudeku #bakudeku fic #should I put this on ao3? #lmk if theres more/other stuff you want to see #I value feedback #this exact fic has def been written many times but. whats one more