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i’ve started to think about ao3 audience interaction as kinda comparable to doing a live reading in an intimate little bookstore, like kudos are everybody who stayed til the end and applauded, comments are everybody who waited to come up to talk to you afterwards, and bookmark comments are the little snatches of conversation you overhear outside.

this helps me feel better/less anxious about responding to comments with some form of thanks, because if someone walked up to me in person and said they liked my work right after reading it, i would compulsively say thanks. it also helps contextualize audience size in a healthy way i think, bc most of us naturally crave more attention on our fic, but if we were actually in the room with even like 20 people applauding and five people waiting after to tell us how awesome we are we’d be fuckin elated.  

#writing

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#tumblr fic #fanfiction #the incredibles #frozone #lucius best #honey best

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for the love of god, write all the self-indulgent scenes you want.  be utterly  shameless about including every last fantasy.  i know everyone likes to share quotes and quips about how miserably hard writing is, but please please try thinking of it as a joyful act where you get to be a messy human who makes art rather than some pain filled quest for icy perfection.

#important! #writing

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“You do not like me very much, do you?” 

Edgin stumbled. “Is it that unusual for you?” he squinted at Xenk, who was striding along in a straight, perfect line as always. 

“You did not answer my question,” Xenk said. “But yes. It is.” 

Edgin’s eyebrows raised. “Wow. Modest.” 

“Thank you,” Xenk smiled. 

Edgin’s expression grew vexed as he turned back to their path, and they walked in silence for many minutes. 

“May I ask why?” 

“Why I don’t like you?” Edgin squinted again, and Xenk wondered whether the sun was in his eyes. “I mean- … why do you even care?” 

“Curiosity, perhaps,” Xenk said, stepping over a fallen log before turning and offering Edgin his hand. “Wherever I travel, I am most often met with gratitude and admiration. It is an unusual aspect, to be despised without reason. Tell me, Edgin Darvis, have I insulted you in some manner?” 

Edgin glared at Xenk’s hand before grasping it reluctantly. As well he did, too, for the rain-sodden bark slipped beneath his boots and Edgin lurched right into Xenk’s chest. 

They did not speak of it as Xenk righted Edgin on the other side of the log, though by Edgin expression, Xenk’s assistance had only cemented his sullenness.

“Look,” Edgin said stiffly as they continued their walk. “I don’t … hate you, okay? I’m sure you’re a nice guy, great at … filling people with awe or whatever.” 

“I do not seek it,” Xenk said, persisting past Edgin’s disbelieving snort. “I find little enjoyment from being stood upon a pedestal. But one must take it as a duty, like any other. Even when the burden of expectation weighs heavy.” His voice grew solemn. “Such is the price of redemption.” 

Edgin glanced from the marking on Xenk’s forehead, to his eyes, then looked away. “I don’t think you’ve ever done anything that needs redeeming.” 

Xenk inclined his head. “So is it not that I am Thayan that makes you distrust me?” 

“No-” Edgin sputtered. “I mean, at first, maybe,” he admitted, begrudgingly apologetic. 

“But now you dislike me for other reasons.” 

“Are we on this again?” Edgin threw up his hands, stepping into Xenk’s path and halting them both. “If it’ll make you shut up - I don’t dislike you, okay? Do I find you aggravating? Yes. And maybe I can be a bit less of a dick about it.” The color was high on Edgin’s cheeks, either due to frustration or embarrassment. Xenk found it charming. “Though you could also try to be a little less impossible, sometimes.” 

That made little sense, by the very nature of impossibility. Xenk thought to keep the comment to himself, however. “Noted,” he said gravely. 

Edgin deflated a little. “Alright,” he said weakly, rubbing the back of his neck. “See? We’re fine. I like you just fine.” As if discomfited by the admission, Edgin turned on his heel and began striding quickly down the path. 

After a beat, Xenk followed.

“So,” he said, catching up to Edgin with little effort. “What is it that you like about me?” 

#tumblr fic #xedgin #xenk yengar #edgin darvis #dndhat #dnd hat #dungeons and dragons: honor among thieves #edgin x xenk #Fanfiction

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when the sun came up, I was looking at you

by suzukiblu

Star Wars/Complete/Chapters: 1 Words: 2,209

“Rey!” Finn calls, and Rey turns away from Leia to be confronted with a beaming Finn and Poe and an entire sack of space apples.

She blinks, and they hold the sack out to her.

“They’re your favorite, right?” Finn asks, his handsome face looking all hopeful.

“Yes,” Rey says, turning bright red.

//

This is just the sweetest, bestest, part-crack-no-angst thing ever.

#fic rec #fanfiction #Star Wars #star wars the force awakens #swtfa #rey #finn #fn 2187 #poe dameron #jedistormpilot #finn x Rey x Poe #jedipilot #stormpilot #stormjedi #fluff #misunderstandings #cultural differences

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Chronicles of Cursed Cat Alastor

One day, the hotel woke up to see Alastor’s perpetual “on air” sign had been turned off. His room was empty, his coffee ice cold. 

And in the middle of the lobby was a cat. Or what seemed to be the approximate shape and size of a cat, but with the strangest, most evil face any of them had ever seen. It grinned up at them and wagged its little stump of a tail, which made Charlie melt into a puddle of happy tears.

“Isn’t he adorable?” She squealed.

And that was that. The cat joined their weird little family – and Lucifer secretly resolved to get his daughter to an eye doctor. Stat. 

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“Charlie, are you sure about this one? There’s something weird about that cat.” Lucifer eyed the red thing warily. “It’s looking at Keekee like it wants to eat it!” 

“Don’t be silly! Mr. Montgomery is probably trying to be her friend!” She frowned. “It’s so strange. Keekee’s never been this skittish around other cats before.” 

A thin line of drool was falling from the edge of Mr. Montgomery’s mouth. When he noticed Lucifer watching, he sucked it back up and graced him with a freakish, utterly too human grin.  

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Lucifer’s wedding anniversary hit him like a truck. That is, he didn’t handle it very well. He got up, fully intending to make a show of his utterly great mood – haha, look how great I feel! Your mother didn’t crush my heart and set it on fire with a flamethrower after all! – but found it was all too much of a bother, and sat promptly back down. He laid his head on his desk. Just a few more minutes. Then I’ll leave. 

He didn’t even notice Mr. Montgomery had waltzed in until the abomination jumped up onto his desk. The cat loomed over him, his razor teeth inches from Lucifer’s nose. 

“Can I help you?” He sniffled. Couldn’t a man mourn the end of his marriage in peace? 

Mr. Montgomery tilted his head with a sickening crack, his neck nearly bending into a right angle as he studied Lucifer’s red eyes, the mountain of used tissues accumulating by the desk, the ring he was clutching in his hand.

Stretching leisurely (in the exact same way he learned from Keekee, Lucifer noted), Mr. Montgomery strolled over to a picture of Lilith he had on his desk – and smacked it off. He stared at him the entire time, as if daring him to do something about it.

“Are you…are you power playing me right now?” 

“Meow,” Mr. Montgomery sneered. 

“That’s it, you little freak! Come to Daddy!”

When Charlie got home, she found Lucifer with his six wings fully spread and the hotel half destroyed by angelic bolts, panting and wheezing as he tore a couch apart. 

“Dad, what are you doing?” 

He whirled around, his eyes wild as he zapped a vaguely cat-shaped shadow into oblivion. “It’s that monster! That cat! I can hear him in the walls!”

“Isn’t he behind you…?” Vaggie asked.

And he was. Mr. Montgomery was sitting on a shelf over the reception, licking his paw and yawning. 

Lucifer deflated. “Ah. I guess he is.”

“Dad, isn’t today…?” Charlie trailed off, blushing a little.

“Oh! Right. Yes, it is,” Lucifer said. He’d been so busy chasing Mr. Montgomery around, he’d completely forgotten about his anniversary. 

“Are you doing okay?”

He sighed and pulled her into a hug. “Yes, I’m fine. I was a little sad at first, but then I got distracted.”

“Burning down the hotel?” Vaggie asked. Mr. Montgomery meowed and started purring, looking as pleased as a cat that had gotten the cream.

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“That cat is trying to kill me!” Lucifer roared, pointing at the wholly unrepentant Mr. Montgomery.

The accused murderer jumped onto Charlie’s lap and started kneading her lap. Everyone let out a collective awww! Charlie nearly teared up, and Angel Dust snapped a picture for his Voxstagram. Even Vaggie, the sole voice of reason, was making what the kids called heart eyes at the monster. 

Lucifer nearly tore out his hair in frustration. “He’s tricking you, don’t you see? That cat has it out for me! This is the third time he’s tried to kick rat poison into my food!” 

“Don’t be silly, Dad! He’s just a cat. Cats knock stuff over all the time!” 

“Rat poison? Three times?” 

Charlie looked around, frowning. “Who keeps putting rat poison on the shelves?” 

No one fessed up. Mr. Montgomery let out a loud purr and fixed Lucifer with the most hair-raising, devilishly smug grin Lucifer had ever seen. 

“Did no one see that? Seriously, did no one else see that?”

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A few weeks passed before someone finally broached the question that was on everyone’s mind.

“Has anyone seen Alastor?” Charlie tapped her nose with her pencil, frowning a bit. “It’s strange for him to be gone this long.” 

“Oh, oh! I’ve seen him!” Niffty raised her hand and waved it frantically. “He’s right over there!”

Everyone turned – but all they saw was a furry red blob warming himself near the fire. 

“Niffty, doll, have you been sniffing the toilet cleaner again?” Angel Dust asked gently.

“Nooo, silly. The cat is Alastor!” Niffty chirped, clapping her little hands with delight. Mr. Montgomery – no, scratch that – Alastor blinked his left eye, then his right eye, and smiled blandly up at all of them.

“But…but…how?” Angel Dust stuttered.

She shrugged, her shoulders going all the way up to her ears. “Dunno. He’s got a few weird friends who like to play tricks on him. Isn’t it great? He showed up all fluffy and cuddly! Perfect for hugs!” 

Alastor the Cat looked remotely nervous for the first time since he’d appeared. 

“How do we turn him back?” Lucifer demanded. He would rather die than admit it, but he sort-of-kind-of missed the sadistic demon that made his life Hell. It was getting kind of boring without him around. 

“Dunno! Ask him!”

Once again, they all turned to the cat, who opened his mouth – “Meeeeow.”

#tumblr fic #hazbin hotel #alastor #cursed cat alastor #animal transformation #lucifer morningstar #charlie morningstar #crack #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel lucifer #fanfiction

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🔹 Someone else's fiction cannot cause you physical harm.

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🔹Your emotional well-being is not the responsibility of fiction writers.

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🔹Don't like? Don't read.

#👆👆👆 #don’t like don’t read

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ao3 emails are the best emails to receive bc it’s either a comment or kudos on my work, a comment in reply to something i said on someone else’s work, or a new chapter/fic from a writer i’m subscribed to. you can never go wrong with an ao3 email. bless.

#🙌 🙌 🙌 #ao3

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my love is mine, all mine

by silverbindings

Hazbin Hotel/Complete/Chapters: 1 Words: 4,455

The song gets louder, and Alastor is still sitting up, staring at him with wide eyes, smile small and dumbfounded. Lucifer catches a few words, louder than the static, and Alastor must notice, because he's glaring at the air, as if that'll make it stop, because the song, without a doubt, is a sappy, longing, love song.

"Turn it up, Al." Lucifer laughs out, and Alastor turns fully red at that, especially when the song does exactly that.

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or; Charlie inadvertently wingmans for her dad, because these two emotionally stunted idiots wouldn’t know love if it was singing directly at them

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This had me giggling like a fool. Absolutely adorable, and the character interactions feel so real. I especially love Charlie and Lucifer’s scene. Contains some of my fave Alastor headcanons and all the cutest AppleRadio stuff. Who knew I’d fall this hard into a ship so quickly?

(Who am I kidding I do it all the time.)

#fic rec #fanfiction #hazbin hotel #Alastor #alastor the radio demon #hazbin hotel alastor #radioapple #appleradio #duckiedeer #alastor x lucifer #lucifer morningstar #Lucifer #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin lucifer #hurt/comfort #charlie morningstar #fluff #injury

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Happy Fall/Halloween! for the prompt could you do any draco fic please!

Draco hadn't meant to become friends with Ronald Weasley. Obviously.

It's just that he was his age and there and what else was he supposed to do while he was stuck waiting for his dad at the ministry? He wasn't even allowed to play with anything. Also he felt sort of bad for him, because his older brothers made fun of him for being a crybaby, and sometimes people did that with Pansy. Put Pansy cried when she was mad and made them regret it and Ron just looks sort of pathetic.

It was pity, really. Ron claimed it was trauma. Their fathers were both appalled, but it's what they get for leaving them in the ministry without proper supervision.

If he and Ron managed to sneak away, how proper could the supervision be, really?

They're on the train, sharing a compartment because of course they are, and Harry Potter is looking between them like someone is playing a practical joke on him.

"My father will disown me if I'm sorted into Gryffindor," Draco complains. "I'm an only child. Can you imagine, the only son of a Malfoy and a Black in red and gold? The cousins will riot. You already have five brothers there, you might as well come to Slytherin."

Ron wrinkles his nose. "And have to deal with your lot all the time? You're bad enough as it is."

Draco kicks him. Ron kicks him back. They're about to descend to pinching when Harry says, "Uh, I thought you didn't get to choose?"

"If you want to go to a certain house, your values obviously align," Draco shrugs. "I mean, our families have been there for generations and they probably weren't all just the same."

Harry turns to Ron, who just echoes Draco's shrug. "I don't know, my brothers lie to me."

"If you come to Slytherin, you won't have to share a common room with any of your brothers," Draco points out.

Ron frowns. "That's your most compelling argument yet."

#I love this #drabble #tumblr fic #harry potter #ron weasley #draco malfoy #ronald weasley #friendship #fanfiction

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Little Notes

by nbcravenstag

BBC Sherlock/Complete/Chapters: 1 Words: 3,149

When the first note comes, Sherlock expects it to be unpleasant. Something rude, most likely someone complaining about the chemical smell from the broken beaker on the carpet accident, or, even more likely than that, someone complaining about his excessive violin playing at three in the morning when he can't sleep, or he's just bored.

He hardly believes his eyes when he reads the actual note that was slipped under his doorstep at midnight on a Saturday.

'Could you play Bach's Violin Sonata No. 3 in C Major, BWV 1005 please? Preferably the Allegro. You play beautifully.'

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Cute and sweet, nicely written with an original plot.

#fic rec #fanfiction #bbc sherlock #Sherlock Holmes #university au #college au #neighbors au #alternate universe #au #John watson #johnlock #sherlock x john #Sherlock Holmes x John watson #cute

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Special Delivery

by lavvyan

BBC Sherlock/Incomplete/Chapters: 5 Words: 6,366

John has to give people the little things they need. It's a very awkward compulsion to have, especially when one lives in London, and his flat looks like several shops have exploded in it. He can use the supplies, though, and it's an interesting way to meet people, but then he starts running into the same bloke again and again. Coincidence? Or is fate trying to tell him something?

#fanfiction #fic rec #sherlock holmes #bbc sherlock #John watson #magical realism #Harry watson #mycroft holmes #greg lestrade #gregory lestrade #au #alternate universe #magic au

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The Pinball Wizard in a Miracle Cure

by Mad_Maudlin

Marvel Cinematic Universe/Complete/Chapters: 1 Words: 2,011

"Is that a pinball machine?"

Or, bonding over furniture.

#fanfiction #fic rec #marvel #mcu #avengers #James barnes #Bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #Steve rogers #the winter soldier #tony stark #happy hogan #pinball

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A Cup Of Chaos With A Shot Of Disaster

by whimsy__willow

Hazbin Hotel/Complete/Chapters: 1 Words: 5,442

The man grinned a crocodile's grin. His teeth were sharp like one too and incredibly realistic. He must have gotten them from somewhere expensive.

Melanie cleared her throat. "Um, can I help you?"

"Why, yes! I am parched, darling, simply parched." His voice dripped with old fashioned charm, like Cary Grant or Orson Welles, but there seemed to be a filter playing over it, as if he were broadcasting through a radio. He grinned his crazy grin and leaned against the counter. "What is this fine establishment you have here? Got any whiskey? Giggle juice?"

"Sir, this is a Starbucks."

(Or: Alastor walks into a Starbucks and discovers something new about himself. The denizens of hell soon join him. Chaos ensues.)

#fic rec #fanfiction #hazbin hotel #alastor #alastor the radio demon #hazbin alastor #charlie morningstar #hazbin charlie #outsider pov #oc #vaggie #hazbin vaggie #angel dust #hazbin angel dust #helluva boss #blitzo #helluva blitzo #humor #aromantism #aroace #asexual #asexuality #pride #asexual aromantic #aroace alastor #asexual alastor

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just found fanfic written on clay tablets in cuneiform and then the pictures were uploaded to ao3 the good omens fandom is insane

#I can’t not reblog this #fanfiction #good omens #go #aziaphale #aj Crowley #crowley #anthony j crowley #anthony crowley #go crowley #ineffable husbands #aziraphale x crowley

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fic idea from 2020 that the paris special unearthed from the archives of my brain:

So far, there wasn’t a single thing about this new reality that wasn’t terrible. She was grounded, for some reason, which she didn’t know about, and was therefore double grounded for breaking the rules of the grounding. Which she hadn’t known about!

To make matters worse, when she’d gone to text Alya to complain about the unfairness of it all, she realized she didn’t have Alya’s number. In fact, she didn’t have anyone’s number except her parents, Nadja Chamack, her grandmother, and someone called The Supreme.

She next turned to Tikki to vent, but when she checked her (admittedly cool) purse, she found her kwami wide-eyed, terrified, and most horrifiyingly, muzzled—which Marinette couldn’t figure out a way to undo. 

So she was stuck in the bakery on a Saturday morning with angry parents and no one to talk to and no ideas on how to get out of the worst version of Paris possible.

Which is when Adrien Agreste’s bodyguard walked in. Brief hope flared in her heart before extinguishing just as quickly when she saw he was alone.

Which she should’ve expected. With how awful this world was, she wouldn’t be surprised if Adrien didn’t even exist here. She couldn’t imagine a world this awful with him in it.

She bagged up the Gorilla’s order with a heavy heart and sent him on his way before looking out the bakery display window with a sigh.

Only to spot Adrien Agreste himself, with an asymmetrical haircut and thick kohl around his eyes, staring back at her. He was different than her Adrien—and she couldn’t say she was a fan of the hair—but he was just as handsome, and his eyes even more striking with the eyeliner.

When he noticed her looking, his eyes widened and his cheeks started to turn pink.

Was he blushing?

Marinette could feel her own cheeks heating up as he stared. She ventured a small, embarrassed wave, and he—he!—

He lifted his own hand, brought it to his lips, and blew her a kiss.

Crash!

Marinette, along with about 300 macarons, toppled to the floor.

“Good morning, Marinette!” said Adrien Agreste, during a time that was decidedly morning but far too early to be described as ‘good.’ 

She scowled at him.

“Girl, you okay?” said Alya Césaire, who was—who was speaking to her.

Right.

Alya Césaire was speaking to her. Because Alya Césaire, Hesperia’s favorite lackey, was apparently Marinette’s best friend.

And Adrien Agreste was the boy Marinette was in love with.

She plastered a smile on her face. “I’m great, Alya! Super dee duper. Absolutely swell. What a beautiful morning with all the sunshine and the…. morning.”

Alya looked unconvinced.

“And the Adriens!” Marinette added hastily. “I mean, the Adrien. Because there’s only one Adrien and he sure is… here. Hello Adrien! Your face is looking very attractive this morning, because you are an attractive person. And that’s… something positive I can say about you.”

“Thanks, Marinette!” said Adrien with a dopey little smile. She wasn’t sure if he was mocking her or just deeply stupid. If her diary entries were to be believed, it was probably the latter. “Your face is looking attractive this morning as well. Did you do something new with your makeup?”

Marinette had done her makeup the same way she did every day, but she supposed his Marinette opted for a boring girl next door ‘no makeup makeup’ look.

Alya squealed next to her before giving her shoulder an excited squeeze.

Marinette took several deep breaths.

“Yes, I thought I’d try something new.”

Adrien smiled and nodded.

Alya shoved her forward.

Marinette barely managed to restrain herself from sending Alya a patented Toxinelle Death Glare. Instead, she smiled wider at Adrien.

Her cheeks hurt.

“Thank you soooooo much for noticing my makeup. That is a thing I am excited about. I love putting on makeup to impress cute boys, tee hee!”

Adrien’s face fell. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to imply—I know you always dress for you, Marinette! That’s something I really admire about you.”

His eyes were so earnest, so sincere, and for a second, she almost—

Marinette cleared her throat. “That’s so nice! You can leave now.”

Adrien blinked. 

“Bye!” She shooed him.

“Oh, um, bye Marinette,” he said with a sheepish wave, and then he left.

Nailed it.

“Girl, what the actual fuck?”

#miraculous ladybug #ml paris special #marinette dupain-cheng #shadybug #emonette #villain au #miraculous world #alya cesaire #adrien agreste #emodrien #tumblr fic #drabble #ficlet #fanfiction #adrinette #adrienette #life swap

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The real insult, Edgin thought, as the rest of his mind turned to jelly, was how fucking small the dragon was.

This was his first encounter with a faerie dragon, and he hadn't taken the whole thing very seriously. A bright green dragon no larger than a cat, cooped up in some miller's chimney? It barely felt worth the coin, not that he told the miller that.

The dragon, however, had other ideas. They'd managed to wrangle it outside thanks to some keen shapeshifting from Doric, but as soon as she'd gotten it through the front door and into Ed's arms it had hit him with an enormous blast of glittering fae magic.

Ed was no stranger to Euphoria Breath - there were bars in all the seedier spots of Neverwinter that sold a concentrated hit of the stuff for a reasonable fee - but he'd never had it straight from the source.

The last lucid thought that passed through his head before his knees hit the floor was oh, this is pretty good.

They gathered around the stricken bard, no one keen to get too close. No one had any idea what to do.

“I’m sure Xenk has something up his sleeve,” Simon said, pleadingly. “Right, Xenk?”

Xenk gave him a long look. “I assure you,” he said, “the only thing up my sleeves is my arms.”

From the floor, Ed made a choking noise.

“He speaks!” Xenk was beside him in a blink, grabbing his shoulders. “Speak to me, my dearest friend, or has some foul scourge taken thy tongue?”

Ed stared at him, unfocused. Behind Xenk’s shoulder, Holga rolled her eyes. Ed opened his mouth.

“Speak!” Xenk commanded.

“Wh—”

It was no more than a broken whisper. Xenk moved closer. “What is it, my friend?”

“Where—” Ed took a deep breath that collapsed in upon itself. His eyes had gone red, watering with the effort of speaking. “Where does— where— Xenk—”

“Yes, Edgin?”

Ed hauled himself to his elbows unsteadily. “Xenk…”

“I am with you.”

“Where…” he took another, gasping breath, like a man drowning. “Where does Xenk keep his armies?”

Xenk blinked at him. He had never had the honour of command, nor did he have the inclination.

“Your mind has been rattled by the scourge,” he said. “You must rest, and hope that you may—”

“Up his sleevies!”

Holga burst into snorting laughs. Ed looked thrilled, laughing until tears rolled down his cheeks. Even Doric began to giggle.

“I—” Xenk was lost. “I am not sure I understand your riddle, Edgin.”

Edgin clapped his shoulder, gripping tight. “Up his sleevies,” he breathed. When Xenk did not respond, he slumped back down with a groan.  “Fucking harp—”

And then he swooned clean away.

#dnd hat #dungeons and dragons: honor among thieves #xenk yendar #edgin darvis #ficlet #tumblr fic #fanfiction