#My Ficlets: Lady Embers

[ladyemberswrites]

Sparxshipping

[Tosses this blurb out into the wild. What is this? I honestly don't know🤷‍♀️]

He grabbed her face with a harshness he did not intend. Letting his own franticness get the better of him - that startling feeling of raw fear burning in between his ribs. His breath hoarse and raw. But, he finally found her admist the wreckage and the ruin, beaten but alive.

And Warm. She was warm under his touch, covered in blood, and gashes, her lip, the bottom one was split open. She doesn't look at him, tears welling along the rim of her eyes. He already assumes what had happened.

"Bloom," he says carefully, easing his grip "are you alright?" It was a ridiculous question, of course she wasn't, but he needed to ask, needed to fill the silence.

#winx club #winx bloom #winx valtor #sparxshipping #My Ficlets: Lady Embers

[animezinglife]

Secrets in the Night

If there's anything Elain has learned during her time in Prythian, it's that some secrets are best kept hiding in plain sight.

Genre: Romance/Fluff/What-If? Post-canon Elucien ficlet with a small dash of Regencycore. More Elucien fics can be found through my masterlist or on AO3. As always, I want to give a shout-out to @lucienarcheron, @zenkindoflove, and everyone else who's been so supportive of these small, humble fics. You've all helped make writing fun for me again, and I sincerely appreciate it!

Everything about this crowd is alive. From the colorful dresses of the females to the glittering lights hovering above and illuminating the rooms, everything about this Solstice celebration that doubles as Feyre's birthday gathering is stunning. There’s a vibrant hum from the crowd as Elain smiles and weaves through them, trying to keep the way her eyes wander subtle. 

She feels him near before she sees him. 

Hears his heartbeat through these walls, echoing through her body as if it were her own.

She doesn’t need to follow the sound. Not for long.

She’s shrouded in his scent–that familiar blend of embers, earth, and cinnamon–before he even speaks.

“Good evening, Lady.” His voice is a low timbre that echoes through her, and she feels a hint of heat prickling at her cheeks and core. She turns, her skirts swishing in the process as she takes in his form. Mother, he is devastating: part of his molten hair is pulled back at the crown, with the rest flowing over the collar of his finely-tailored jacket in a cascade of red silk. It’s a sharp, fiery contrast to the dark green of the jacket, and the subtle golden thread woven at the collar and cuffs seems to only enhance the gold and russet of his eyes. 

“Lucien.” There’s a knowing gleam in those eyes as he offers her a slight, courtly bow. She gives an equal curtsy in response, entranced by the way the corners of his mouth twitch upward and curve into a smile.

The bond hums between them, pulsing so loudly in her mind she thinks surely others must hear it. Yet all around them the Night Court’s guests carry on with their evening, laughing and drinking and chattering without notice.

Of course, Elain knows both she and her mate know better: know it’s rare that Feyre and Rhys aren’t aware of everything happening within their own walls. They know that Nesta is always watching like a hawk, and that Azriel has eyes–and spies–everywhere. Nothing hides in the shadows here.

She’s been cautious where Lucien is concerned–there are no secrets there, not truly. They’ve simply mixed some truths while not divulging others, and as far as either of her sisters know–as far as Elain can tell–they’ve grown to accept that she’s no longer willing to let the circumstances of their mating bond control her. She's told them as much. That if her mate must be present to discuss courtly matters or join them for a holiday, she’ll have no real objections to it. 

Though that, of course, is only a small fraction of the story.

As the two of them have gotten to know each other, she’s begun to understand why Feyre had been so skeptical initially, and why her own instincts had both pulled her to him with all their strength and why she’d fought against them equally hard.

Lucien Vanserra is a good male. 

He offers her a hand–a bit formally, she notes–and she takes it carefully, letting him pull her into his strong frame. A memory floods through her all at once then: of him doing the same during their recent visit to the Court of Nightmares; of how those awful carvings on the walls and suffocating darkness of the ballroom seemed to disappear when there was only the music and him before her. She had clutched his hand tightly; relished at the warm, strong hand at her back as he’d led her through one waltz then another; some flashier, more aggressive style she’d known she would’ve been lost on without his lead. 

She inhales deeply as they begin to sway in something similar to a waltz, remembering how his warmth and familiar scent had grounded her during that visit; kept her tethered to the music and their dance despite the unease she’d felt every single time she’d stepped inside that dreadful place.

How he'd made her feel safe.

He’s entirely too easy to be drawn to, she thinks. That still unfamiliar voice, partly from the bond and partly of her own admission, murmurs an addition in the back of her mind.

Entirely too easy to love.

“Are you enjoying your evening?” he asks her, and carefully meets his gaze. 

“I am,” she admits, a part of her surprised by the honesty of that statement. “You look nice.” 

His lips twitch again at that, and her heart flutters as his eyes briefly skim over her. “You look nice yourself, Lady,” he teases, and despite herself, she smiles back. 

Elain is suddenly aware of at least one set of eyes watching over them, and as if recognizing the same, Lucien shifts and guides her so that she knows her back is to their onlooker. Her voice drops low–so low that she wonders if he can even hear her over the music. “Who is it this time?” she whispers.

“Both your sister and the Shadowsinger,” he replies equally softly, and her blush deepens slightly at how carefully he sets his mouth when he speaks, as if barring both from reading his lips. “No doubt trying to make sure I don’t steal you away or ravish you right here in the middle of the party.”

“We certainly can’t have that,” she replies, giving his hand a light, knowing squeeze. Heat pools in the pit of her stomach as she surprises even herself as she continues, “Besides, I have very particular tastes.” 

"So I've learned."

His thumb traces down the side of her hand slightly, and his eyes gleam as she’s certain the same memory flickers through him. He sends a caress down the bond and, though she doesn’t return it fully, gives him a playful tug through it. Mother, she thinks as heat floods through her and the gleam in his eyes turn nothing short of flame. He might as well take her in the middle of the party for all that look implies, and she realizes–senses–that she no longer feels Nesta’s or Azriel’s focus on her either. The feeling of his fingertips tracing down her spine confirms it, and she relishes the heat she feels from them even through the layers she wears.

It’s a risk, she thinks, the way he’s looking at her now. A look she knows she’s returning whether intentionally or not.

Part of her wants to snake her arms around him: relish in his touch, scent, and taste. That she were ready to act as freely with him under her sister’s roof as she does outside it and among the other courts even when she and Lucien aren't alone. Her thoughts drift to the rolling meadows of Spring; the private, heated moments they’d stolen together in Day.

By the look in his eyes and feeling of his heart pounding so near her own, he’s thinking of them too.

Elain knows whatever act they’ve been putting on won’t last long at this rate, and when the song draws to a close, she takes a step back, and they end in a polite curtsy and bow. She separates from him completely, not bothering to conceal her blush as she turns her attention pointedly to a floral arrangement in a nearby vase. When his eyes follow hers she turns, and as the distance between them grows, she sends another tug down the bond. 

One that asks him to follow.

She weaves through the crowds again, knowing none will question it. There was a time when she would have wanted to hide from the bond; what it made her feel around Lucien. There had been times when she had begun warming up to him when it still overwhelmed her, and she needed to spend time in her gardens to think.

This, she knows, will appear to be no exception.

She’s already wandered through the garden’s neat rows once when he manages to discreetly slip away and join her. She listens carefully: hears nothing beyond the trickling of the water fountain and the sounds of the party inside the estate. Hears nothing but his heartbeat and the way it syncs with her own. 

Confident they’re alone, she closes the remaining distance between them and kisses him, letting out a small, relieved hum as his hand gently rests beneath her chin. Hers find his chest, feeling the elegant fabric of his jacket before sliding over his shoulders. He pulls her closer with his free hand, his other finding the curve of her neck and tracing her jawline with his thumb.

She savors this secret kiss: gentle and lingering no matter how much it makes her want more. Crave more. 

Though it’s neither the time nor the place, and when they finally separate, she lets out a soft, shaky breath. 

It’s like a dream, she thinks as she forces her eyes to slowly flutter open. She takes him in in the moonlight: the red hair, striking beauty, and warm, clever eyes. Breathes in the cool night air and the gardens and him. 

He extends an arm to her, and she loops hers through his. As they begin to walk through the garden together, she finds herself relaxing more with each and every step. While warmth floods through her at his nearness and everywhere they still touch, so does a sense of peace, and she smiles to herself.

She knows their secret will come out eventually, and she’ll be ready when it does. There’s still one left that even Lucien doesn’t know, and it’s one she plans to share with him soon.

One that she’s already spent countless days and nights alike thinking about. One that’s led to her jotting notes down in her favorite recipe books, and one that she’s come to accept at her own pace.

For now, all she needs is this.

#elucien #elucien fics #elucien ficlet #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #secrets in the night #wyseinkworks #elucien fanfiction #elain x lucien #lucien x elain #acotar ficlets #just had this in my head and wanted to try something different

[notepadsandtealeaves]

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from the van der linde boys, with love 💌 || vde 2021 m.list

paring: reader x all of the boahs sans micah because i don’t like him lol

type: sweet lil love letters

rating: sfw fluff

cws/tws: none

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from the van der ladies, with love 💌 || vde 2021 m.list

paring: reader x all of the gang’s ladies

type: sweet lil love letters

rating: sfw fluff

cws/tws: none

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nsfw abcs || javier escuella

paring: this collection is javier x reader-centric, but the gang ofc makes guest appearances in various fills

type: hcs with accompanying ficlets/one-shots

rating: nsfw, obviously

cws/tws: any applicable warnings can be found in their respective fills

↠ links: tumblr ❣ || ao3

relationship abcs || men-folk edition

paring: once again, reader x all the van der linde gents that aren’t micah

type: long form hcs

rating: sfw, tho things do get a bit ~spicy~ from time to time

cws/tws: any applicable warnings can be found in their respective fills

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(home is) wherever i’m with you || 200 follower event

pairing: javier escuella x reader

rating: angst-y h/c vibes that get nsfw at the end

cws/tws: there’re way too many to list here, so see the in story note

total wc: 14k~ ((…don’t look at me lol))

“no.” “‘no’, what?” “no, you’re not goin’.” “i’m sorry,” you start, your own awakening anger transforming the words into sharp and dangerous things, “somethin’ must be gettin’ lost here because that didn’t sound like a question.” the smoldering embers that had been in his gaze before are fully alight now with a flame that’s just barely checked as he regards you. “that’s because it wasn’t, mi amor…”

in which what should be little more than a simple misunderstanding turns into something quite other. but no matter the storm, the pair of you are always willing to weather it so long as you can come home.

↠ links: tumblr || ao3

what you want, what you need || a thot’s thoughts

pairing: this is a javier x reader story, but it’s implied that there’s some… tension, let’s say, between the pair of them and sadie or charles in the f!reader and gn!/m!reader fills respectively

reader gender: f!, gn!, and m! reader options are available

rating: nsfw

cws/tws: there are a lot, but the biggest are mild exhibitionism, m!dom/sub dynamics, rough treatment/sex (reader receiving), jealous javier (but make it non-toxic), light choking (reader receiving), and orgasm denial/control (reader receiving). for a complete and more detailed listing see the in story note. and if i missed anything, please let me know!!

total wc: 6.6k~ or 7.5k~ depending on which version you read

“oh fuck you, escuella.” “you’d best watch that mouth of yours, mi amor. just because daddy-dearest can’t take you over his knee anymore doesn’t mean your papi won’t.”

a modern au in which you take your teasing a little too far at a friend’s party. in return javier will make sure that you get what you deserve before you get what you need.

he’s using papi SARCASTICALLY ffs lmao

↠ links: f!reader || tumblr ❣ | ao3

↠ gn!reader || tumblr ❣ | ao3

↠ m!reader || tumblr ❣ | ao3

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[thehuntiswhatdefinesus]

loved the new chapter! and especially the relationship between bela and the werewolf. can’t wait to see what happens next between them. i love how awestruck the werewolf was staring at bela like that, so cute

my question is; are we going to see one of the maids hanging out/falling for the werewolf? that would be really interesting because most of them are terrified. (and yes i’m asking this because i wanna see daughters get jealous 👀)

Oof oh boy.

I mean, I'm not ruling out that one or two maids might find themselves a little infatuated with the werewolf...

But could you imagine the carnage if Daniela got jealous? Daniela's jealousy has already been quite the volatile experience, haha. Or Bela? Oh god. The disappointment from Alcina if she were to randomly cut down one of the maids because she's jealous?

You know what, ficlet time:

“I must say, I’m disappointed,” the lady of the castle said, leaning back in her office chair, fingers of one hand idly tapping on the massive desk in front of her. “Out of the three of you, I expected you to be the most level-headed. Level-headed enough to not make such a mess in the main hall…”

Bela pulled a face, lowering her eyes to the floor, not daring to meet her mother’s gaze. She wiped at her face, trying to get the fresh blood off. Some of it had stained her dress and hair as well.

“I’m sorry, mother.”

Behind her, by the door, stood the werewolf, arms crossed over her chest, awkwardly shifting her weight from one foot to the other. She had not seen it coming.

One second she had been talking to a new maid – shy perhaps, but not afraid of her – the next the glint of light bouncing off a sickle’s blade had caught her attention.

Then there was blood.

And screaming that quickly turned to gargling and wild flailing as the maid struggled, fought for her life… in vain. Bela’s grip on the maid’s hair was relentless and so was the blade of her sickle slicing through the poor woman’s throat.

… and then she hadn’t even drank a sip of the woman’s blood. She had simply just dropped the corpse, heaving with emotion, outright trembling with fury glowing in her eyes like freshly stoked embers. Single flies circled around her as she seemed to struggle to keep a solid form.

The werewolf still struggled to put together what happened.

“An apology is not going to serve our dinner tonight, is it?” Lady Dimitrescu retorted, eyes narrowed. Bela took a shaky breath, clutching the armrests of her chair as she shrank into herself even more under the seething glare. And then, finally, the damning question was asked:“Care to explain yourself?”

It wasn’t so much a question as it was a demand, sneakily wrapped into a question.

“I was… I’m-” Bela spluttered, paused, struggled to find the words for another few seconds, until she caved, until she gave up, resignation making her slouch further. “There is no explanation…”

“I assumed as much. You had no valid reason to kill her, after all.”

Bela simply… nodded. Defeated, ashamed.

The sound of a lighter broke the silence as Lady Dimitrescu lit a cigarette in her cigarette holder. “Because jealousy is not a valid reason to cull staff. After countless… incidents with Daniela, I assumed you were aware of this.”

“I- I am.”

“And yet…” her mother trailed off, leaving the sentence unfinished. And she really didn’t have to finish it. The implication was clear enough:

And yet you did it anyway.

And yet you didn’t learn from your sister’s actions and subsequent punishments.

And yet you gave into your base instincts.

And yet you were a slave to your emotions, reckless, thoughtless, inconsiderate.

“I expected better from you. It pains me to see my oldest act in such a way,” Lady Dimitrescu continued, taking a drag from the cigarette. “See to it that you rearrange the schedule and find a suitable replacement for the workforce we lost.”

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Funny enough, I think Cassandra would be the only one to not openly lash out, even if she's jealous. She'd be much more likely to mope around in the opera hall or the dungeon for a while. Every attempt to talk to her would be met with "I'm fine." followed by a glare and a snarl. And then one day that maid would disappear in an accident or something and Cassandra's mood would mysteriously be much better.

But that's because Cassandra is emotionally constipated and doesn't know how to address her feelings lmao.

#the hunt is what defines us #the werewolf #bela dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #non-canon ficlet #asks #answers #resident evil village

[theguildawards]

The Nomination Period for the 1st Term 2022 Fairy Tail Fandom Awards is now CLOSED!!

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FANFICTION

Best Action/Adventure

“An Infernal Heart“ by @aki-natsuko​ ”The Runaway and The Rebel“ by Silken Ink (FFN) “Song of a Dragonborn“ by Psilocybinlemon (AO3) “Redemption“ by @somanyfamdomswhy​

Best AU/AR

“Charming, Brilliant and Cruel“ by @jemmahazelnut​ ”Port, Whiskey and Moonshine“ by @eryiss​ ”forged in fire“ by @animateddragon​ / DragonsAndCryptids (AO3) ”Til Death Do Us Part“ by @superfreakerz​ ”highway to hell“ by splendidlyimperfect (FFN) ”Passive Aggressive Post-Its“ by quite-a-riot (FFN) ”Of Dust and Shadows“ by @riverofmemoriesft​ ”The Salamander“ by ScarletWebWarrior06 (FFN)

Best Canon

“Broken“ by sktrgrl13 (AO3) ”Unsettling Fire“ by @nat-sul-ucy​ / loyallaraluv (FFN) ”Findings and Leavings“ by Tchu-chan (AO3) ”My Brother’s Not Normally a Psychopath, Promise!“ by @song-of-fairies​ / PadawanMaxineKenobi

Best Angst

”Even the Dragon King Has Feelings“ by Don_Cheadle (AO3) ”What Price Humanity?“ by @aki-natsuko​ ”Plan B“ by @lodemai04​ ”Capturing Her Damaged Heart“ by @mushi9​

Best Dark

”What I Want?“ by @lunayuki​ / @yukimcffblog​ / YukiMC (FFN) ”Flame’s Desire“ by @rougescribe​ ”Beauty the Beast“ by @ravenstyx​ / Freyjabee (AO3) ”What You’d Do To Me Tonight“ by @doginshoe​ ”Capturing Her Damaged Heart“ by @mushi9 ​

Best Drama

”Just Friends?“ by BlackRose999 (FFN) ”What I Want?“ by @lunayuki​ / @yukimcffblog​ / YukiMC (FFN) ”If we get caught, I’m blaming you“ by @rougescribe​​

Best Humor/Parody

”Greedy Dragon“ by @moeruhoshi​ ”Just Add Fire“ by @sassybratt9791​ ”Clothes“ by Khionne (FFN) ”Language Barrier“ by @mdelpin​

Best NSFW

”Fighting Dirty“ by xXHellfireRavenXx (FFN) “If I Have To Stop Working…“ by @eryiss​ ”Feel The Beat Of My Heart As The Count Down Starts“ by sandwitchstories (AO3)

Best Oneshot

”All My Love Comes Down to You“ by @watcher-ofthe-sky​ ”Of jealousy and (weird) friendships“ by HappyVoidHarmony (AO3) ”If we get caught, I’m blaming you“ by @rougescribe​ ”The Girl In Blue“ by smilingsky (FFN) ”You’re My Best Friend“ by Simana (AO3)

Best Character Portrayal

“Find the Spark” (Natsu Dragneel) by icewhisper (AO3) “The Iron Bars of Restraint“ (Natsu Dragneel) by Twilight Embers (FFN) ”Dark Ecriture“ (Freed Justine) by @jemmahazelnut​ ”Rebecca Arcana“ (Cana Alberona) by Onlyafraidoffear (AO3)

Best Romance

”Found You“ by NovaRising (FFN) ”sanctuary“ by @thetr1ckster​ ”How To Seduce a Lady“ by @dailylifeofafangirl​ / Aky-san (FFN) ”Jealousy“ by LettersForLyria (AO3) ”Forget“ by @sweetmemories2606​ / Sweetmemories1998 (FFN) ”Unsettling Fire“ by @nat-sul-ucy / loyallaraluv (FFN)

Best LGBTQ+ Romance

”mira darling“ by @animateddragon / DragonsAndCryptids (AO3) ”Happy anniversary“ by @gaymirajane / icemakestars (AO3) ”from the dark, into the light“ by @aranarumei / valdera (AO3)

Best Comprehensive

”Son of a Dragon“ by @letoasai

Best Serial

”Awkward Situations“ by Azzissax (AO3) ”Rebecca Arcana“ by Onlyafraidoffear (AO3)

Best Ficlet

”Bath“ by chickenyuujirou (AO3) ”Fits Like A Glove“ by ChildofBooks (FFN) ”Precious Child“ by @nat-sul-ucy​ /  loyallaraluv (FFN) ”Curse“ by @mdelpin ”FairyBook: Potato Potatoe“ by smilingsky (FFN) ”The Basics“ by @nalufever / DancesWithSeatbelts (AO3/FFN) ”marigolds“ by @nxbuas / titaniaeli (AO3)

Best Completed

”Of Dust and Shadows“ by @riverofmemoriesft ”Dawn of Adventure“ by @heartofroses112 ”The Fourth Master“ by AshWinterGray (AO3)

FANART

Best Action/Adventure

”Hyperfixation“ by @selfawarecobalt ”Ignite“ by @flamedork

Best AU/AR

”Happy Jerza Day“ by @hac-ai-nhi25 ”NaLi x Kamikaze Kaitou Jeanne AU“ by @handsome-kakigori ”Oh, will wonders ever cease? Blessed be the mystery of love“ by @dags-sz ”medieval au“ by @kat-ran

Best Canon

“Lucy Heartfilia“ by @tomiokasensei ”Holy White Sting Eucliffe“ by @celestialrayna ”Team Natsu: Causing Problems Since x784“ by @lordichamo ”Hey, you two brats“ by @celestialrayna ”zzz“ by @avenora

Best Angst

”Untitled“ by @ksanname ”Wish You Were Here“ by @jmoart214 ”To Stay By Your Side“ by rellanokid (IG) ”Part 1: NALU“ by astral_fairy_ (IG) ”Fraxus Week Day 4: Savage“ by @artd-nsfw

Best Dark

”Toss a coin to your witcher“ by @heartonxions “Untitled“ by @ltm3009 ”it seems unforgiving when a good thing ends“ by @freedjustine

Best Humor/Parody

”Underrated Duo” by @frogrockband “Brothers - Fight me NOW“ by @windmaedchen-fairytail ”That Fire Guy from Phandom Lord“ by @phoenix-before-the-flame ”The Real Natsu“ by @mossygreensdoodles ”What other explanation is there?“ by @mipgod ”he will be a good dad“ by @izaa-machado

Best Kiss

”Winter Wonderland“ by @lissyart ”Sinfully Nalu“ by @onecoloredlily ”Untitled“ by @heartonxions ”after battle kiss“ by @zelkams-art ”Valentine“ by @crowind1

Best Romance

”Nalu Day“ by @cogamori ”Untitled“ by @frogrockband ”love-love-love“ by @alicechan61 ”aggie gruvia doodle“ by @goodnightlover ”Happy Gajevy Day“ by @acnologias-ass ”Happy Valentine’s Day“ by @endgaims ”birthday present“ by @annluvazzel

Best LGBTQ+ Romance

”Courageous/Flirtatious“ by @imhereforerzajane ”We’re not meant to be perfect. We’re meant to be whole“ by @x-thekid ”Right from the start I knew I’d found a home for my heart“ by @watcher-ofthe-sky ”Metal Toxins Dragon’s Mercury Strike“ by @dacadaca

Best NSFW

”I was thirsty“ by @oryu404 ”Mirajane x Erza“ by @artd-nsfw ”Sinfully Nalu 2020, Day 4: Wedding / Wedding Night“ by @krystledraws ”Freed Day (17.11.2020)“ by @annluvazzel

Best Character

“Self-proclaimed leader“ by @breadlesticks ”Freed the Dark“ by @cygnus-arts ”Fairy Glitter“ by @callisto-lune ”Lucy Leo x Virgo Stardress“ by @jmoart214 ”power of a dragon“ by @flamedork ”capricorn star dress“ by @luminosityspecter ”Nostalgic Natsu“ by @daiziesssart ”Ultear the Witch“ by @theseventhstar / Altairiis (TW) “Wendy Commission" by @adricarra-art

Best Duo/Pairing

”Untitled“ by @nocterre ”Natsu loves teasing Lucy“ by @onecoloredlily “Untitled“ by @shiyonatsuki ”Erza and Freed sometimes train together“ by @amlaich ”he will be a good dad“ by @izaa-machado

Best Group Depiction

”100YQ Celebration“ by @fairylynnarts ”Fairy Pirates - Crew of the Lightning Gods“ by @atomicpopcornart

Best Manga Coloring

”For the first time… I was terrified at the sight of Natsu’s fire" by @luacridcy “Untitled“ by @myuleen ”Wendy“ by @edensania

Best Redraw

”Untitled“ by @dessins-claudine ”my fav brotp“ by @acnologias-ass ”Untitled“ by @kudobean ”Bickslow and the Babies, my beloveds“ by @pencilofawesomeness ”Raijinshuu + Laxus“ by @sheltered-uno

Best Overall

”Dragon Force“ by @pencilofawesomeness ”Untitled“ by nco726 (IG) ”Slayers Week Header“ by @phoenix-before-the-flame ”Kiss Me“ by @oryu404

#fairy tail #theguildawards #ft awards #tgat12022

[addictofreading]

“Hakoda, really now. You’re going to have give him an answer at some point. Making him wait like this is just cruel.” Gran-Gran’s voice lacked the edge that normally signaled true annoyance, but it was close enough for Sokka to keep his mouth shut. 
“She’s my little girl, I have the right to take all the time I need before I decide. If he’s serious about wanting my blessing, he’ll wait,” Hakoda said, crossing his arms and glaring into the hut’s fire pit, much like he’d been doing all day. Sokka rolled his eyes and went back to keeping watch out the door flap. 
Earlier that morning Zuko had pulled both him and his dad aside and expressed his intention to ask for Katara’s hand in marriage. He even produced a hand-made betrothal necklace carved from a shell he’d kept since their time on Ember Island all those years ago. Sokka hadn’t been too surprised about the intended proposal, but the bastard had the audacity to be a pretty decent craftsman and that just didn’t seem fair. He himself was on his third attempt at a betrothal necklace for Suki. 
“He’s a king. I’m beginning to think your standards are too high.” 
“He’s the Fire Lord, Gran! She’ll be the Fire Lady. My little girl could turn Fire Nation.” 
“Nonsense,” she snapped. “Katara is the epitome of Water Tribe and proud of it. Besides, she already spends most of her time there with the boy. Marrying him won’t change much.” 
His dad grumbled something and Sokka rolled his eyes again. The sun was setting and just when he began to wonder where two love birds were to be out so late, they appeared from over a rise. Strolling arm in arm, they paused to look up as the snow flurries turned to thick, fluffy flakes. Zuko said something and suddenly Katara was laughing. 
She looked happy. The kind of happy Sokka always knew she deserved to be. After their mom died, after their dad left to fight in the war, even during their escapades with Aang and after– he had this quiet idea that someday, somehow, he’d make sure his sister found happiness. Because if anyone deserved to be happy, it was her. 
So if being with Zuko was what she wanted, then he’d damned well be sure to protect them. 
Sokka stood and stretched casually as he walked toward his brooding father. “Dad, give it a rest. You know just as well as I do that she’s going to marry him with or without your blessing. You might as well be happy with them.” 
Hakoda looked up from the fire, sad and rueful. “I know, son. There was never really a question.” ———————
I made this for @muguathepapaya for the @ZutaraExchange! Two of their listed prompts were Water Tribe and Fluff and it took me a little while to figure out what I wanted to do, but once I worked that out it was a lot of fun to draw. The short ficlet formulated in my head while drawing, so I decided to add that, too. Muguathepapaya, I hope you like it, !

#zutara #zutara exchange #zutara exchange 2019 #Avatar The Last Airbender #Fanart #Zuko #Katara #water tribe #Fluff #sokka #addictofreading

[ghostofviperwrites]

Alone

Just a short little ficlet that came to me as I was going to bed last night.

Featuring Sanada

Angstish

Sanada felt her presence, but he didn’t bother to glance at the interloper.  He wasn’t in the mood for company, and he hoped she would get the hint when he continued to ignore her.  Unfortunately it wasn’t meant to be, as she shifted her body until her knee pressed against his and spoke up.

“Hi, I’m Eiki.”  She said brightly.  “What’s your name?”

“Not interested.” He said flatly. 

“Aww…come on.  Don’t be like that.”  She pouted.  “I’m not looking for anything from you.  Just a few minutes of your time.”  Her red painted fingernail reached out to trail suggestively along his slack covered thigh. 

With an inconvenienced sigh Sanada shifted to look into her eyes, pinning Eiki with one of his patented glares.

“That’s what you’re after?  Just some quick dick?”  He scoffed.  “I told you: I’m not interested.  Go flash your tits at the fools at end of the bar. I’m sure they’ll give you the attention you’re looking for.”  

Dismissively he turned away, resuming his staring at the mirrored wall lined with liquor bottles she had so rudely interrupted and ignoring her huffy indignation as she stormed away.  An untouched glass of chardonnay sat by his left hand, index finger idly tracing over the crystal base.  To his right a cigar in a crystal ashtray the ember nearly extinguished from lack of oxygen as it too sat untouched.  

“First time I’ve ever seen you turn down the company of a pretty lady.”  The barkeep Lao commented polishing the bar top with a microfiber towel. 

“Not in the mood.”  Sanada said shortly.  “I’ve had a rough few days.” 

“What do you have to be upset about?”  Lao scoffed.  “You’re young, rich and handsome.  You shouldn’t have any problems.” 

“That’s exactly my problem.”  He hissed glaring at the offending keep.  “What?  Just because I was born pretty and rich I’m not allowed to have bad days?  I’m not allowed to be down?” 

Releasing he had overstepped his bounds Lao held up placating hands with quickly issued apologies.

“You’re right.  I’m sorry.  I should not have said that.”  Lao apologized.  “But maybe you need something different.  Something to break you out of your funk.”

“Different how?”  Sanada asked.  Part of him was scoffing at taking advice from some man he hadn’t spoken more than a few words to, but the other part was willing to listen as he finally took a drink from his untouched wine.

“I see you in here almost every week, smoking your cigars and drinking your expensive wines, never failing to leave with a different woman on your arm.   Maybe you should consider opening your heart and finding a nice lady to settle down with.”  Lao suggested.

Immediately Sanada shook his head in rejection, a shadow crossing his handsome features.

“I did that once.  Never again.”  He said.  “I gave my everything to a woman and she ripped my heart out with her teeth and shredded it until it barely beat.  Years later and she’s still got a hold of me, she’s still in my head and every fucking time I see the bitch she digs in deeper.”

Sanada sniffed dismissively, tossing back the remainder of his wine.

“I will never offer my heart to another woman.  I’d rather die alone.” 

#my writing #sanada fanfic #sanada imagine

[ladyemberswrites]

Voltron: Defenders of the Universe/Oldtron

Lotura

Summary: A small excerpt of Lotor's grand adventures concerning fatherhood.

He burnt the tip of his tongue on hot coffee, the immediate sensation caused him to jerk back only to spill hot liquid on the hairs of his chin, the documents on his desk and unfortunately his lap.

His scowl deepened, eyeing the stained paper work with annoyance. Though to be fair most of them were complaints, carefully worded protests against his current decrees, but complaints nonetheless. Truly, it was no true loss that a couple of drops of hot coffee got on them.

The sight perfectly articulated his current disdain. Placing the mug, Allura's favorite mug, that had mice dotted all around it, he remembered his strength, remembered that it was far too small for his hands, and that his dearest wife would likely chastise him for accidentally breaking it.

Actually-his eyes darted around the room, it was long dark outside. Well, not totally dark, he could still make out hues of dark purples and blues that were slowly fading as the moon rose higher. Because he had slightly propped his office window open, he can taste the faint flavor of salt. The tides were receding.

Sighing, he leans back, cracking each individual knuckle. It was quiet.

Too quiet.

Quiet like an omen.

He hadn't seen hide nor hair of his children since dinner. They had classes and training that they attended throughout most of the day. When they weren't occupied they either lazed around the house during the hotter times of the afternoon or ventured outside with their peers when it had cooled.

He grimaced. Paperwork could wait,he needed to ascertain that his children were indeed alive, in one piece and that nothing had caught fire.

Exiting, the hall lights were on, but no child in sight. He had left Kisari and Vax'ha with Ular, but he did not see them or hear them, nor did he call out for them. Quiet like an omen. Allura would never forgive him if any of their babies had gotten hurt under his watch, and he'd never forgive himself either for being negligent.

Distracted by the eerie quiet he nearly tripped and stumbled, his quick reflexes kept him from soaring face first into the hard floor.

His scowl is more prominent..he finds that what he had tripped over Is Kisari's stuffed-he squinted at it, the name of the animal is somewhere on the tip of his tongue, but it's lost in the rattle of his sleep-deprived mind.

Long neck, with brown spots - a gift from a Terran dignitary whose name escapes him, not that he cared in the slightest. However the toddler is nowhere in sight-his frown hardens.

He looks around "Kisari?"

No answer.

"Ular?"

No answer.

"Vax'ha?"

No answer.

Quiet like an omen.

It's not like her to leave her beloved toy about so carelessly "Kisari?"

His call is answered by a blood curdling scream, Vax'ha's more specifically. He learned not to panic, not too much anyways, children scream over anything, as time has come to teach him. Instead of his previous goal, he journeys up the third floor where the children's bedrooms lay, and finds the hallway oddly immaculate. He isn't sure whether to be impressed or suspicious, but finds the kids' bathroom door wide open.

It reeked of mud, usually it smelled like urine, courtesy of his sons' atrocious aim, and strongly scented bath bubbles.

He expected blood. A whole lot of blood, splattered on the white tiles and in between them. Broken bones sticking out of flesh and skin. A cut hand to a lesser extent, or worse a split skull. Allura would never let him live it down if something that serious happened on his watch. Despite not knowing the reason behind Vax'ha's shrieking he can already taste the bitter guilt on his tongue.

But, to his relief, none of the ugly, gruesome scenarios came to fruition. Instead of mangled bodies he finds Vax'ha taking refuge on top of the closed toilet seat, cheeks red with anger and equally angry tears.

And he finds the object of her distress-Kisari.

Tormenting her.

or rather with the mask she's wearing, that covers her whole head is the object of the torment. Gnarly and uncanny, the strange, animalistic noises the toddler makes isn't helping the matter.

"Stop it!" Vax'ha yells again "I said stop it!" Kisari ignores her cries and continues the guttural, growling noise she's making in the back of her mouth, savoring her sister's anguish in childish glee.

"Daddy!" It's then he is noticed "make her stop!" She stamps her feet against the porcelain "she won't stop!" He sighed, walking over, yanking the mask off the toddler's head, her dark eyes blink upwards.

"Kisari, why are you terrorizing your sister?" He doubts he'll get answers, but asks nonetheless.

"Papa?" Her brows knit together.

"Don't papa me, why are you tormenting Vax'ha?"

"Cause."

"Cause isn't an answer" he replies patiently "and where did you get this?" He had it stored somewhere in the basement, a priceless artifact from a bygone era, made of feathers, faded in color, and wood so old, the trees it was made from have long been extinct. It is or was a type mask meant to intimidate enemies on the battlefield when his people had only been a small group of small, yet thriving tribes.

Of course they were that no longer. They no longer have need of these, but it was a wedding gift from the Witch chosen from her old assortment of ancient collections.

He had kept this in the storage room. How did Kisari get a hold of this was the unanswered question.

Did someone leave the door open?

"Found it!"

"Where exactly?"

"On chair" she meant couch. What was this doing on the couch? He turns it in his hands before placing it on the counter, and yanks Kisari from the floor, and in his arms. Vax'ha angrily rubs her tear-stained cheeks.

"Where's Ular-"

"Everyone move!" Lyra stormed into the room in a hail of ivory hair “Vax'ha get off the the-” too late, she ended up puking onto the white tile floor while clutching her stomach. It all happened within the blink of an eye, he could barely react as An’tok came stalking in after her.

“I told you not to get up!” he yelled at her.

“Shut-up….” she mutters, as he keeps her from keeling over.

“Hey!” another voice enters the fray “there’s the mask! How did it get there?! Are you throwing up!?”

Quiet like an omen

Lotor sighs. It was going to be one of those nights

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#Lotura #dotu lotor #voltron defender of the universe #dotu #dotu lotura #My Ficlets: Lady Embers

[edenfalling]

[Fic] “Roll for Seduction” - Homestuck

Summary: Jade's attempt to make New Year's cookies derails into an impromptu singalong. (1,175 words)

Note: This fic was written in response to the prompt we wanted to cook but now we are dramatically singing a duet with kitchen utensils in our hands, this is quality PerformanceTM from snogfairy's wholesome domestic prompts list. It's also a Ladies Bingo fill for the square: Sigh No More, Ladies, on the grounds that that's notionally a song, and specifically a song telling women to stop paying attention to men and just have fun. ;) Part of the Leaf and Letter AU.

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"Explain to me again the thought process behind this disaster?" Rose said as she ran a dubious eye over the previously clean and bare counters of her kitchen. "And possibly also how you talked me into it?"

Jade smiled sheepishly from the far side of the granite-topped island, and Rose allowed herself a moment to appreciate how unselfconsciously sexy she looked with her hair tied up and back in a sloppy tail and an apron bearing a terrible pun -- sin(gerine)/cos(gerine) = a picture of a small orange -- tied over her old college hoodie and jeans. Then Jade raised one peanut-butter coated finger toward the ceiling and said, "Well! As for the first, I wanted to do something nice for my employees, and who doesn't like cookies? Even Karkat un-grumps a little in the face of baked goods! But holidays are messy and awkward both for larger cultural reasons and often for smaller personal reasons, so I figured it was more logical to make New Year's cookies. Which also conveniently lets me decorate everything with rainbow sprinkles, because fireworks!"

"Hurrah for fireworks," Rose said dryly.

"Exactly!" Jade said, stabbing her finger toward the ceiling. "Then, of course, we run into the slight problem that while I'm an excellent cook, I'm not an experienced baker of anything other than bread. On a related note, I also can't leave What Pumpkin closed indefinitely, so I figured I'd get everything baked in one day. You have a larger kitchen than I do, which allows me to mix up several batches of dough simultaneously, so as to maximize the efficiency of my baking process."

"I believe you're missing a 'theoretically' in that last sentence," Rose said.

Jade looked over the chaos of bowls, utensils, baking trays, and ingredients, and made a face. "Point conceded. But anyway, that's the thought process. As for why you agreed... I got nothing. Either my seduction skills are higher than I thought, or you're just a hopeless sucker."

Rose raised her eyebrows. "Those aren't mutually exclusive options."

Jade paused, then grinned. "Both?"

"Both."

"Both is good! And on that note, since you're already here and not wearing anything froofy, come help me fight your stand mixer. I think it's decided I'm its new nemesis, and I'd really like to get this butter creamed sometime this year."

"So, within the next twelve hours," Rose said. "Well, since we've established that you're extremely seductive and I'm congenitally weak to your batted eyes--"

"--shouldn't that be battered eyes, considering?" Jade interrupted.

"...good pun, terrible connotations, maybe let's not."

"Oh. Ugh. Yeah, that's fair." Jade flicked her fingers as if banishing any unwelcome connotations from her baking process. "Anyway, bring your weak-willed butt into your kitchen and lend me your eldritch touch. I prefer to rule appliances with mutual respect, but I'm willing to use fear when gentler methods fail."

"I'm stealing that line for Senior Librarian Nalyx," Rose said as she walked into the kitchen. She poked at the stand mixer, then detoured to the sink to grab a damp rag. "Also, I think you got peanut butter onto the sensors. Sir Mixalot is a sensitive soul and won't turn on if he can't judge the distance from his beaters to the bowl."

"There are so many potential dirty puns in that statement that I can't decide which to make first," Jade said. "How do you just say things like that with a straight face?"

Rose shot her girlfriend a mock glare. "Excuse you? I haven't had a straight face in my life."

Jade dissolved into giggles. Rose took that as her rightful due, and began wiping down Sir Mixalot. "Oh, baby, look at you. How did you get into such a state? Peanut butter everywhere. Yes, yes, I know it's terrible. Hold still and I'll get you all cleaned up so you can get back to work. I know it's not your fault, you just can't do your best under these circumstances. Don't worry, I'll be handling you from now on, no more of Jade and her sticky fingers."

"That's not what you said last night," Jade put in, waggling her eyebrows.

Rose clapped her hands to Sir Mixalot's sides. "Language! Not in front of the impressionable appliances!"

Jade dissolved back into giggles. "Oh my god," she managed between laughs, "what got into you today? Not that I'm complaining! But if you were anyone else, I'd be wondering if you were--"

She trailed off.

"Drunk?" Rose finished wryly. "High? Well, how should I know what mysteries might have been lurking in the depths of my morning coffee? You were the one who brewed it and then waved it temptingly under my nose while I was attempting to steal another hour of warm, delicious sleep before steeling myself to face the stygian chill of midwinter."

"I feel like this is where we should be narratively compelled to break into 'Baby, It's Cold Outside'," Jade said, "only I don't remember the lyrics."

Rose snickered and then sang, deliberately off-key, "'Memory, all alone in the moonlight--'"

"You stop that," Jade said, pointing a wooden rolling pin sternly across the island.

"Right, right, you're a dog person. And anyway, you're more of a Disney princess than a washed-up starlet. Hmm. Princesses, memory problems..." Rose grinned. "I have it! 'Dancing bears, painted wings, things I almost remember--'"

"Anastasia isn't actually Disney, you know."

"Who cares? 'And a song someone sings, once upon a December. Someone holds me safe and warm'--"

Jade joined in, her voice clear and strong, and Rose pulled up just enough of her high school choral training to drop down into makeshift harmony: "'Horses prance through a silver storm, figures dancing gracefully across my memory--'"

Rose caught Jade's eyes, and without needing to exchange words they mutually decided to jump over the instrumental interlude and go straight for the final verse. Jade raised her rolling pin like a microphone, and Rose felt something -- maybe the music, maybe longing for a better childhood than the ones either of them had had, maybe love... or maybe all three together -- swell in her chest and her throat as she sang.

"'Far away, long ago, 'Glowing dim as an ember, 'Things my heart used to know, 'Things it yearns to remember 'And a song someone sings 'Once upon a December.'"

Rose switched on Sir Mixalot by way of providing applause. It seemed less fraught than either rushing around the island to kiss Jade or letting the moment fade into awkward silence.

Sure enough, Jade snorted as she lowered her rolling pin. "Thank you, thank you, we'll be here all afternoon. Repeat performances unlikely, but the stars can probably be persuaded into other songs given the right incentive."

"Such incentive being?" Rose inquired over Sir Mixalot's steady whirr.

Jade licked peanut butter off her fingers, and winked. "I hear cookies work well."

After a hopefully unnoticeable pause to steady her voice, Rose said, "Then I suppose we'll have to bake some."

"And that," Jade said triumphantly, "is exactly how I got you to agree to this disaster in the first place."

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I am not entirely sure why puns ended up being the running theme of this ficlet, but whatever. Also, as you can probably tell this was intended as an actual New Year's fic. I didn't get it done in time (alas!) but late is better than never. :)

For the curious, here is a link to Jade's apron, though I think hers is probably light blue.

#liz writes stuff #ladies bingo #homestuck #leaf and letter au #rose lalonde #jade harley

[shadowofthelamp]

It had started as just a way to document the ghosts without taking up space on his computer.

SKULKER:

Ghost hunter. Collects rare and unusual things, usually ghosts. Flame hair. I still can’t believe he’s got a girlfriend. Bad at insults. Lots of weapons, and always upgrading himself. True form is a little blob.

Threat level: 4-5, depending on what he’s got in his suit.

He added a picture Sam had taken of the hunter sticking his tongue out in a moment of childishness before hitting ‘post’.

All of them had his commentary on them. (Ember: Pop diva who hates her music taste being insulted. Box Ghost: Anything not square, aka almost everything.)

The blog had originally been meant to just be for him, but Tucker suggested adding tips for humans to deal with them, and after that, it had just gone viral.

Johnny 13: Stay about 50 feet away and you’ll be fine. His bad luck and bad attitude can only extend so far.

Desiree: Don’t make a wish near her. Guys especially be careful- she’s less likely to lash out at girls.

Kitty: Don’t flirt with Johnny 13 in front of her, and compliment her.

Lunch Lady: Try not to have a salad around her- and say your favorite meal is meatloaf.

Danny Phantom: Just be nice to him. He doesn’t want to hurt anybody.

The blog, ghostsofamitypark, had gone from having zero followers to 100 in a week, and the number just kept growing. Asks started pouring in.

“The tips on Ember saved my friend from getting burned!”

“I never knew that Kitty liked compliments- she actually offered me some honest makeup tips, and I look great now!”

“Can you help me get Phantom’s attention? He’s a total hottie…” (Danny was pretty sure that one was Paulina, but considering he got the same question about fifteen times with various spellings and grasps of grammar, it was a common query.)

Tucker thought it was great. Sam used the new popularity to slip in posts about environmentalism.

And Danny? Danny just tried to keep the blog running as normal, until Valerie (karatekickass) asked who was running it.

“they know a lot about the ghosts- who are they? they have to be someone who knows them all. theres a clear bias for some ghosts, which makes no sense. can we trust them?”

To that, Danny made a simple post asking if anyone cared.

To his surprise, he got 27 'c'mon tell us who you are!’ asks.

“you’re funny and you’ve helped me a lot dude”

“you know a ton about ghosts- are you one?”

“I always kinda figured that you were getting help from that one tech ghost- technilude or something?”

When Danny Phantom took a selfie while holding up a scrap of paper with 'ghostsofamitypark’ written on it, and used it to reply to one of the 'who are you’ asks, his notifications were buried in 'OH MY GOD’s and his inbox was blown up with an avalanche of questions about himself and if he’d ever consider dating a human.

Sam grinned, pinching Danny’s red cheek as he scrolled past another ten 'you’re so cute for a ghost’ asks.

“Try to remember us little people from the top.”

#danny phantom #dphcs #shadow writes stuff

[fandomflail]

title: weddings.

rating: t

a/n: spring cleaning my dropbox folder and found this ficlet. decided to finish it up. 

The ballroom was decorated in rich blue and green colours; no surprise given the bride and groom’s origins. The smell of seafood wafted through the open ballroom doors, and there had to be some sort of irony there, Emma thought with a sardonic grin. Then again, what exactly, did mermaids eat? Had Ariel given up being a mermaid forever? It didn’t seem right to ask such questions on her wedding day.

The buttered lobster, however, was to die for.

 Then again, no dish came even close to the decadent spread that was Killian Jones in a handsome outfit – part leather and part something soft and velvety. It was black, naturally, but there were threads of red in the brocade, and the cut accentuated his slim hips and biceps.

 He looked devastatingly handsome, and she could see women looking, simpering and sweet as they tried to edge closer to what was hers. (She wished Ariel hadn’t decided to invite everyone in the fucking realm; it was really tiring to remember that Emma was an actual princess and there were expectations she didn’t care for.) 

Of course, they didn’t know that he had a love-bite the size of China from his collarbone right up to his heart, or the raised, angry skin of his back where her nails had dug into him as she hit her crescendo in their last encounter between the sheets… or that under his jacket there was a thin bracelet that used to be her necklace– a circle of continuity she had given him that rested just above his pulse point.

“Emma!”

 She started, turning to meet her father’s gaze, who looked both amused and slightly pained at the way she was starring at her fiancé. She raised an eyebrow at him in response, because she could totally stare at her fiancé if she wanted to (the man was sex on legs, she’s allowed to objectify him damnit). 

David sighed, though he was smiling good-naturedly at her.

“I’m going to go check on your mother, she said she was going to check on Neal half an hour ago.” 

“Isn’t Josephina on duty today though?”

 “She is, but you know Snow.” 

Emma smiled, acknowledging her father’s assessment.

 “Yeah okay, have fun.”

 “You too, sweetheart,” David smiled at her softly, kissing the side of her head as he moved towards the doors.

His departure left Emma alone again, partially secluded by an enclave that allowed her some space to sip her drink and take in the sight and sounds of a life she could have had, if not for Regina’s dramatic need for revenge. Then again, all said and done, it had worked out pretty good for her… 

Her gaze drifted back to Killian, entirely on its own accord, just in time to see Robin laugh and Killian scratch his ear in a move she recognized as part embarrassment, part fluster. Whatever they were discussing had left Robin in giggles at Killian’s expense, and it left her curious.

 The movement of his arm revealed a bright red mark just below his ear, previously covered by his artfully styled hair. Emma let out a small gasp – his hickey was bright red and completely obvious, drawing the attention of the two women who had been steadily moving closer to the pair of men. They stopped (finally!) and Emma felt a sense of satisfaction, made brighter when she remembered why she gave him such an obvious love bite in the first place – he had been saying filthy things in her ear as she had undressed for him the night before, unable to do anything else but use his words as his restrains kept him securely to the headboard and she had disciplined him by taking him by surprise, clamping her teeth on his neck, demanding he refer to her as Captain Swan, only soothing the bite after he had acquiesced.

The events of the night prior stirred the embers of her lust, her body remembering and wanting more. She began to feel the slight build of moisture in between her legs, and moved closer, intent on stealing a kiss from her betrothed’s lips.

She was halfway there, skulking in between pillars to avoid any unwanted conversations, when she realized she had neared the pair of women. She took little interest in them until she heard their hushed conversation on the other side of the pillar.

“A man able to garner such a response must surely be a force in the bed chambers, don’t you think?”

Emma stopped abruptly; positive they were still talking about Killian. 

“Bed chambers? Drizella, I’d let him ravish me anywhere.”

‘What kind of a stupid fucking name is Drizella?’ Emma thought viciously.

 “Well, it appears he’s already taken, if that mark is an indication. Do you know his name, by happenstance?” 

‘They’ve been stalking him all these time and only think about his name now?’ 

“Haven’t the faintest idea, but I’m going to find out. Even if he is claimed for, you know that men of his stature take consorts. I just want a taste.” 

“Oh goodness, you’re being absolutely literal about a dalliance with this man?”

It appeared despite the unfortunate name, Drizella was not as driven as the raven-haired beauty that was her companion. 

Jealousy surged through her, burning like a shot of whiskey, though it was tempered by a strong sense of satisfaction that Killian Jones was and would forever be one hundred percent hers; true love, and all that.

She knows it by the constant ache between her thighs that has become his favorite resting place, by the delicious burn of her muscles from their activities, by the softness in his gaze when he smiles at her, by the perpetual warmth of her magic when their skin touches and the fullness of her heart every time she looks at him.

Still, the idea of seeing the scene before her play out is far too tempting to pass up, if nothing for the entertainment value in seeing a flustered Killian Jones. She watched, curious, to see what the women would do. She didn’t have to wait long.

The raven-haired beauty walked over to Robin and Killian in what can only be described as a glide, leaving Drizella awkward and uncoordinated-looking in her wake. Upon closer inspection, Emma realized she was much younger than she had initially thought – no more than eighteen, nineteen at best.

Still, she was terribly smooth, Emma admired grudgingly (she was nowhere near as coordinated at that age), as she bumped ‘accidentally’ into Killian’s arm.

Emma moved closer, taking a large sip of her mulled wine. 

“Oh my, how embarrassing, to bump into a prince.”

Both Killian and Robin turned their attention to the ladies, nodding their heads in respect. 

“I’m not a prince, m’lady, and it’s of little consequence.”

“Oh, how charming,” the girl cooed, and Emma held back a snort of laughter at the irony.

Killian and Robin shared a smirk and Emma saw Killian sticking his tongue to the side of his cheek in an effort not to laugh.

“Oh, where are my manners. I’m Lady Vanellope von Schweetz and this is my companion, Lady Drizella Tremaine,” she said, smiling up at them.

“I am Sir Robin Hood of Locksley,” the knight from the wish-realm restored man said, “and this is Killian Jones, future Prince Consort to Princess Emma of Misthaven.”

This version of Robin was very fond of titles and the pomposity of it all, which was slightly jarring given the Robin she knew, lived in the woods. Emma really didn’t want to get into the semantics of it all. 

“Prince Consort?” Drizella piped up, suddenly interested in the proceedings.

Killian rubbed his neck, the exact spot of his hickey, Emma noted with amusement, and nodded.

“Aye, the Princess has seen fit to marry me.”

“Oh, forgive me for being indiscreet, but I was under the impression that the king and queen had arranged this match for her. Have I been led to think differently?”

Killian’s handsome face adopted a slight frown, “It would appear so. Emma and I are very much in love, and her parents have given us their blessing.”

“My sincerest congratulations, I should have wished you sooner, my curiosity got the best of me,” Lady Vanellope said with a sheepish grin. 

“No harm done, m’lady,” Killian said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

Deciding that she’d seen enough, Emma straightened her tiara (a fucking tiara, god what was her life) and set the glass in the alcove before making her way towards the lot. 

It took her all of eight steps, and she smiled brightly at them.

“Hi,” she said, forgetting whatever pretentious greeting she was supposed to use in formal settings. 

“Your Highness,” the two ladies said in unison, bowing lightly.

“My love,” Killian said, the emphasis in his tone leaving no doubt that he was doing his own territorial marking. Emma suddenly wondered how much of this he’d put up with throughout the night. 

“Hey you,” she said, leaning over to place a light peck on his lips.

“Mm, mulled wine. Where’s my glass, Swan?”

 “Get your own,” she laughed, batting his hand away as he searched for her glass on her dress.

“Your Highness,” Lady Vanellope said, when Emma turned her attention back to them, “if I may be so bold as to ask?”

“Yes?”

“Did you really slay a dragon?”

The girl’s eyes were sparkling, looking far more excited at talking to Emma than she would’ve guessed.

“Yeah. That was so long ago, how did you know?”

“The Tales of the Saviour is a highly read book, about the Princess Emma and how she is lost and found and oh, oh oh! Do you really live in The Land Without Magic?”

“There’s a book?” Killian asked beside her, and he got his answer from the other girl, who nodded shyly at him while Vanellope looked like she was about to burst with a hundred questions. 

“Yeah, we just dropped in the Enchanted Forest for Ariel’s wedding. Realm travel has really improved in the last few years,” she said with a chuckle.

“Oooooh!! I would loooooooove to visit, I hear it’s amazing!” 

“Vanellope,” Drizella hissed, “if your father hears you, you’ll never leave the courtyard.” 

Emma felt instantly sad when she saw the way the other girl visibly deflated, her excitement leaking out at Drizella’s words, which is what made her say, “Actually, Vanellope, I’d love to show you around Storybrooke. Something tells me you’d get along well with Henry, he’s my son and a little younger than you, but he knows more about Storybrooke than most.”

At that, Vanellope let out a choked screech, as if she were trying desperately to remain decorous and failing.

“I.would.love.to.meet.him” she said, eyes glittering in full force, “Your Highness,” she added as afterthought. “How old is he?”

“He’s 15 this year.”

 “Oh, I’m sixteen! We’re practically the same age, Your Highness!”

‘Sixteen? Damn, these kids were growing up fast.’

“Call me Emma. Let me know where your dad is and I’ll invite you both over.”

Vanellope had clearly grown up in court, because she understood immediately the way Emma had just undercut her father’s authority, and gave a deep bow. 

“You’re way better in real life than the books, Your—Emma.”

Killian laughed beside her, his hand around her waist flexing. “Oh lass, you have no idea.” 

When the two left, promising to return with her father, Emma turned her attention to Killian, leaning into him.

“You won’t believe the things that sixteen year old said about you.”

“I really don’t want to know, Swan.”

“You sure you don’t want to know how ravishing you are?”

“I already know I’m devilishly handsome. I don’t need anything else but you.”

 “The both of you are maddeningly saccharine; it makes me want to find my own lady.”

“Regina’s by lasagna outside, she’s determined to crack the recipe the last I saw her,” Emma told Robin, unapologetically nosing into Killian’s neck as her eyes met Robin’s.

“Sounds like a plan, see you both in Storybrooke.”

With that, Robin left them, and Emma kissed the soft skin of Killian’s neck. “Dance with me, handsome pirate?”

“Not craving a prince instead? Or a knight?” he teased, arms coming around her to sway her gently in his hold.

“Always preferred pillaging and plundering to armor and jousting,” she said, fingers rising to play at the nape of his neck.

“Is that right?”

“Do I have some swordplay in my near future?” she asked, raising herself to whisper the question in his ear, leaving no doubt as to her meaning.

 “I did tell you once long ago, didn’t I, that when I jabbed with you my sword,” and here he tilted his hips to her, “that you’d feel it? Well, I’m a man of my word.” 

“Looking forward to it, Jones.” 

“The feeling is mutual, Mrs. Jones.”

 Emma didn’t bother correcting him that she was future-Mrs. Jones. It was a done deal. 

#cs ff #old new fic #cs fic #cs ball

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AeriSeph

[A little Au where Sephiroth doesn't go insane and actively tries to escape from Shinra's hold]

Bitter accusations sat on her tongue, but in spite of herself she swallowed them, her throat tight, her heart hammering angrily against her ribcage, her mouth dry as the blood coating his dirtied hands. 

How many innocents had fallen beneath the weight of his hands and infamous blade.

"I left Shinra" he swiped his bloodied nose with the back of his gloved, blood stained hand. 

Aeris blinks at the admission. Too good to be true. Why would he, as he is and what he is, why would he leave. A change of heart? It seems too implausible. Then again, she frowns at herself, but it's not as if she knew him. She's heard the stories, the rumors that float around the slums, but that doesn't mean they offer any amount of truth.

"Why?" 

"I'm no more than a dog to them, probably less than that…." He paused glancing at her with those inhuman eyes that shot chills up her spine "but what does it matter, I knew that from the start" he wipes his still bleeding nose with the back of his hand again.

"Of course they didn't take my resignation lightly." 

"So….you…." 

"I ran President Shinra right through. Though I have no idea if the blow killed him or not. Don't know if they'll come after me or just let sleeping dogs lay" 

Aeris placed her hand across her mouth, to think….? She grimaced at the thought of imagining cool sliver tearing through weak human flesh. 

".....I don't know anything now that I left. What do I do now? Where should I go? I have no masters any longer?" 

Aeris sighs. It's getting late. Nights were dangerous for a young girl like her to wander "How should I know that?

"I don't know." He stops again to look at her, she can't pinpoint what he's thinking "you're a cetra-" 

"Half-cetra." She feels the need to point out, but has no idea why he's brought it out.

"Your kind are considered wise beyond human integrity. I don't know, I thought perhaps you might hold the answer I search for" 

Aeris isn't sure whether she should feel commended or insulted. Commended that he thinks a simple flower girl like her could soothe whatever existential crisis he was currently having. 

Insulted by the assumption.

"I'm sorry, but I don't think I can help you, General-" 

"Sephiroth. I am no longer employed by Shinra" 

"Right" she pushes some hair behind her ear "but in all seriousness I doubt I have any wisdom to offer you, I'm just a simple flower girl, I'm no wiser than anybody else here" 

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#aeriseph #ff7 #ffvii #My Ficlets: Lady Embers

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender, Voltron: Lion Force (1984) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Allura/Lotor (Voltron) Characters: Lotor (Voltron) Additional Tags: Fatherhood, Parenthood, Original Character(s), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Series: Part 2 of Time's Arrow Drabbles Summary:

He burnt the tip of his tongue on hot coffee, the immediate sensation caused him to jerk back only to spill hot liquid on the hairs of his chin, the documents on his desk and unfortunately his lap. His scowl deepened, eyeing the stained paper work with annoyance. Though to be fair most of them were complaints, carefully worded protests against his current decrees, but complaints nonetheless. Truly, it was no true loss that a couple of drops of hot coffee got on them. The sight perfectly articulated his current disdain. Placing the mug, Allura's favorite mug, that had mice dotted all around it, down, he remembered his strength, remembered that it was far too small for his hands, and that his dearest wife would likely chastise him for accidentally breaking it.

Actually—his eyes darted around the room, it was long dark outside. Well, not totally dark, he could still make out the hues of dark purples and blues that were slowly fading as the moon rose higher. Because he had slightly propped his office window open, he can taste the faint flavor of salt. The tides were receding. Sighing, he leans back, cracking each individual knuckle. It was quiet.

#Lotura #Dotu Lotura #Defenders of the universe #Lady Embers: My Ficlets