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typhoidmeri · 3 years

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so give me coffee and tv

“You could always run away with me,” Abe says. He’s squinting at her as he cleans the spotless lenses of his glasses. “Be my muse, my ingenue, hmmm?”

“As nice as the offer is imma say no, old man.”

“You wound me, my dear. Did I ever mention how great a breakfast I make?”

“An almond croissant stolen under the Grape Ape Duo’s noses does not a breakfast make.”

“I believe it is what you Americans call a continental breakfast. And it is not theft. Our dear Clinton owes me.”

“And Kate?” Darcy asks. Tearing the croissant in to pieces she glances over towards the counter. Clint is balancing a cup on a fingertip while Kate is dealing with a customer. The customer must be being an asshole for the smile on Kate’s face is beginning to crack around the edges.

“That, my darling Darcy, is a secret well kept,” Abe says tapping the side of head. “Perhaps you are only immune to my charms because your heart belongs to another, hmmm?”

Abe tilts his head towards the door of the coffee shop as the bell tinkles merrily as Steve pushes it open and ushers his daughter Penelope in. The little girl bustles in as far as Luca’s bed on the floor along the wall beside the weirdly old fashioned heater.

Steve smiles and scans the coffee shop, his eyes stopping on Darcy. She’s too far across the room to see the sparkle in his blue eyes but the smile on his lips stretches wider in his stupidly handsome bearded face. A ripple of heat rises in Darcy’s cheeks and her belly gives an unsolicited flip as she raises her hand in an awkward wave. “I don’t know what the flux you are talking about.”

“Neither does he. Not yet anyway.”

…..

“I hate you,” Darcy hisses to Steve as Pen runs off to her room for a hairbrush and sparkly hair clips.

“What did I do?” Steve asks innocently.

“A little warning about the honey badgers at the school gate.”

“Er,” Steve murmurs hands flailing until he settles them in his hips.

“What happened?”

“Besides the catty remarks about me being your fuc....functioning toy/nanny?” Darcy says smiling brightly as Pen clatters down the hall.

“What!?”

“Don’t worry I told them you were just having a midlife crisis,” she says.

“I...what? I’m only thirty-two. That’s not middle aged!”

“That’s the bit that sticks with you? Not the bit where the school moms practically murdered me for daring to pick up your kid?”

“Okay, Darcy, I got the stuff to make your hair pretty,” Pen shouts.

“One minute, Pen.”

“Okay.”

“I’m sorry, Darc, I didn’t really think.”

“It’s fine. I didn’t say anything. Really I was too afraid they would take me down like an injured gazelle at the watering hole. Dude, they must try to eat you alive.”

“You have no idea.....do you really think I look middle aged?”

“You’re fine, Steve. You’re still hot. DILF status affirmed.”

“Daddy, what’s a diff?”

“Er, a difference of opinion,” Steve says after several heartbeats.

“Grownups talk weird,” Pen grumbles, wrinkling her button nose.

….

“Look, Abe, I got Star of the Week,” Penelope shouts, weaving through the tables of the coffee shop. She barely stops herself from tripping over Luca, Abe’s little French Bulldog as she waves a certificate in Abraham’s face. Steve winces as he closes the door behind him a bemused smile on his face as his daughter’s enthusiasm.

“Star of the Week, hmmm? Let me see, little miss Pen,” Abe says. He plucks the paper from Penelope’s hand and adjusts the glasses perched on his nose. “This certificate here says one Penelope Rogers is Star of the Week.”

“That’s me,” Pen says. Pointing at her chest where a shiny red star sticker sits beside a splash of green paint.

“Are you sure?”

“Yup, it’s me. Daddy says we can have pizza for dinner to celebrate.”

“Is that so?”

“It is.”

“You know what I hear goes best before pizza?” Erskein asks patting down the pockets of his vintage tweed jacket.

“Daddy says it’s salad,” Pen says wrinkling her nose. The girl drops down to her knees to give Luca a hug and scritches behind his ears. The little dog wiggles his rump and gives Penelope a slobbery kiss.

“Ice cream,” Abe says, pulling a wallet from his breast pocket.

“I love ice cream.”

“As you should. Do you know who else loves ice cream?”

“Everyone but Sam. Sam’s got lack toes and isn’t supposed to have cow’s milk. Not even macaroni cheese.”

“I was thinking Miss Darcy might like an ice cream too.”

“Oh, yes. Imma go ask Darcy right now,” Pen blurts out. With a little giggle the girl skips across the cafe to where Darcy is enthroned on her favourite corner table. A pen between her plush pink lips and another tucked into a messy bun.

Steve sighs, watching his daughter launch herself at Darcy. “I know what you’re doing, old man.”

“I’m not up to anything, Steven, I’m just treating my goddaughter to a treat.” Abe stuffs a folded bill into Steve’s hand with a fond pat. “Now off with you. I have a cafe to run and you have ice cream to get with Miss Penelope and the girl of your not so innocent dreams,” Abraham says with a sly smile and the snap of a newspaper.

“Abe.”

“Hurry now. Out of my hair before I decide to seduce the girl myself.”

…..

“Are you busy Friday night,” Steve asks as he wipes down the spotless counter in the shop.

“Ha,” Darcy snorts, “that’s cute you think I have a life beyond studying and staring at bits of code. What time?”

“Seven, seven thirty?”

“No problem.”

“I’ll pick you up.”

“Why?” Darcy asks, wrinkling her nose in confusion. Her place was only two long and three short blocks away.

“To go out?”

“No, I get that you’re going out. I’m not far away. I’ll just walk over to yours to watch Pen.”

“Pen won’t be there. She’s staying at Ma’s Friday night.”

“Then why do you need me to babysit?”

“Because I’m not asking you to babysit. I’m asking you out,” Steve says. He nervously runs a hand through his hair.

“Oh..”

“On a date.”

“Oh...”

“You wanna buy a consonant?”

“What?”

“Nevermind.”

“You...you’re asking me out on a date. A date date?”

“Yes, I did.”

“You want...”

“To take you out to dinner. Yes.”

“Yes,” Darcy says. A slow smile spreads across Steve’s face and a storm of butterflies swarm in her belly and a flush of warmth ripples down her body from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.

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Happy birthday, @aenariasbookshelf

This little stitched together ficlet took a year to get posted. There is more in my head, but words are hard to line up when you brain refuses to play ball. Title from ‘coffee & tv’ by blur. I’ll pop the ficlet up on ao3 tomorrow when I might be more awake. I hope.

#steve x darcy #darcy x steve #meri writes fic

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mollymauk-teafleak · 4 years

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be as you’ve always been

Alternate Title: everyone’s nb bitch, let’s get you some gender affirming underwear

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This is based on a request by the lovely @minky-for-short and some truly beautiful art of Caduceus which you can see and bask in here. Huge thanks to @tendermosses for letting me base a ficlet on their work and for always doing such amazing art for fjord and caduceus!

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Please consider leaving a comment on Ao3 or reblogging to let me know what you think!

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Caduceus had known, since moving out of the grove and into the city, that his life went at a very different pace to most people’s. He didn’t know if it was because he was a firbolg, because he talked more to trees with lifespans of centuries than to people or because of brain chemistry reasons. But why's had never particularly concerned Caduceus, he tried to take people as they were, as long as they did the same for him.

And these people made decisions almost without thinking, they moved from one task to the next without pause, one word could send them careening onto a completely new train of thought while Caduceus was stuck on one three stations back.

And some did it so quickly, so without any kind of traceable logic, that all Caduceus could do was cling on as tight as he could and follow along in complete ignorance to see where he ended up.

But then he spoke to some of his friends and realised, to his mild relief, that no. That was just what Mollymauk and Jester were like.

He also realised that sometimes it led to very good things.

Molly and Jester were two of his closest friends and two of his most regular customers, given that the theatre where Mollymauk worked was just down the block and that Jester had an addiction to sweet things. They were usually there, talking together or with their partners, and Caduceus had grown to love the sound of their voices mixing pleasantly with the noise of the cafe.

That evening, a half hour shy of closing, they had both been sitting on the tall chairs against the counter, Jester’s short legs swinging happily halfway up, Molly’s lanky ones folded underneath him but they would have touched the floor if he’d let them. The discussion had turned to sewing, how best to work with the sequined and beaded fabric Molly needed to wrestle for the theatre’s next show without breaking his sewing machine.

Caduceus had been scoring tomorrow’s loaves with the elaborate leaf and vine patterns he liked to do, bringing his work out onto the counter because there were no other customers in and so he could listen to his friend’s chatter. Jester had been recounting a memorable night with some sequinned lingerie she’d bought the other week, how so many had come loose and turned up in places they weren’t meant to be that she’d had to buy new sheets, Molly cackling and snorting at all the appropriate places. Or, rather, inappropriate places.

Caduceus had murmured, not particularly minding whether they heard him or not, that lingerie mystified him a little but he’d always wanted to give it a try.

The immediate silence told him his friends had definitely heard. And the look they gave each other, barely concealed glee and eagerness, told him they intended to do something about it.

Which brought Cad to where he was now, legs folded almost up to his chest, in the cramped passenger seat of Mollymauk’s car. Caduceus didn’t know a lot about cars but it didn’t take much to see that Molly’s had gone beyond being on its last legs and was now running on pure willpower and prayers to the Moonweaver. It felt like the bass of the music pouring out of the speakers was going to be enough to shake it apart and Jester piped up from the back seat that the door handle had come off.

“There’s duct tape under the seat, babe,” Molly called back, unconcerned, learning forward to turn down the volume when he saw how Cad was wincing but being too awkward to say anything.

“You really don’t need to do this,” Cad insisted gently, “You’ve both been working all day, it’s getting late...”

“So have you,” Jester pointed out, voice a little indistinct through the strip of tape she was holding in her teeth, “And we don’t mind, it’ll be fun! We can help you pick out something nice! Anyhow, Beau and Yasha are at the gym until eight, Fjord too.”

“And Caleb has the kids,” Molly hummed, spinning the wheel lazily, far further than he should really have to just to take an easy corner, “This is a bonding exercise, Deucey. You need back up on something like this. You need your GNC club.”

“GNC?” Caduceus tilted his head.

“Gender non conforming,” Molly supplied, “You know, people who get it. Gender’s dead but friendship is not.”

“Your NB buddies!” Jester grinned, her head pushing in between the two of them, duct tape stuck to her horns, catching her homemade earrings with the plastic gummy bears, “Wait...your NBuddies!”

Caduceus considered that, his ears flapping a little as he took the tape off for Jester. He liked the idea of being part of a club. Even more, he liked the idea of being understood. He’d been worried about that when he’d first moved, breaking away from the grove where things were fluid and constantly changing as nature itself and entering a place where there might be rules and expectations in place that made sense to everyone but him. Where he would have to explain himself and define himself with terms that weren’t his own.

But here he was, feeling safe in a very unsafe vehicle, with friends to gladly cheer him on as he threw open the windows of the self he’d made a home in and tried new things.

Caduceus folded the piece of tape over and over in his long fingers and smiled.

“So what is it that mystifies you, exactly?” Mollymauk twitched some scandalous lace as they moved deeper into the boutique. Apparently this is where he and Jester had been coming for ages, enough that the drow behind the counter had known their names and greeted them with high fives.

“I guess...the concept?” Caduceus held his tail so it wouldn’t knock anything over, some of the displays were elaborate and delicate looking and full of things that would probably vibrate loudly if they hit the floor and that would be embarrassing, “I thought the idea of sex was to wear nothing rather than something. Where in the whole...process does this stuff come in?”

Molly nodded, managing to listen intently while dragging Jester by the tail so she wouldn’t dive headfirst into the costumes part of the shop, “Anywhere really. They make stuff you can still fuck in, if efficiency is what you’re worried about. But I think the function of this kind of outfit is to make you feel pretty, y’know? Get you in the right headspace, get you feeling yourself, yeah? It doesn’t always need to be about sex.”

“Sometimes I just wear pretty lingerie under my clothes cos it puts me in a good mood!” Jester bounced on the balls of her feet, ducking behind racks to sneak sips of the milkshake she’d smuggled past the cashier, “Helps me feel more like me.”

“Oh,” Cad said softly, tilting his head to consider the silk and satin and lace around them in a different way, “That sounds nice, actually.”

“Which is why it’s important to choose things you really like,” Molly nodded encouragingly, taking a sip of Jester’s shake and dodging the punch she aimed at his shoulder, “It’s a treat for yourself, this kind of stuff. And, when it inevitably shortens Fjord’s shorts by a good few inches because you’re going to look utterly stunning, that’s a bonus.”

Caduceus turned pink under his fur, a smile playing on his lips, “You think he’d like me wearing this kind of thing?”

“If you love yourself in it, Caddy, he will,” Jester beamed confidently.

“So...what’s catching your eye?” Molly prompted, seeing the excitement in his bright purple eyes, “They’ve got a good size range here, gaps for tails. Anything you like, they’ll have it to fit you.”

Caduceus looked around, ears lifting and whiskers twitching with interest. Anything he liked. No need to wonder if they would have things made to fit his tall, awkward body, no need to feel the pinching anxiety he’d grown too familiar with in clothing shops. A place where he could fit. And the only purpose was to make him feel beautiful.

“I like...green. And I like flowers.”

Molly and Jester shared that look again, the look of remembering when they’d had that moment of realisation too, when they’d discovered the world had space for them as they were. A look of delight at seeing it happen for their friend too and knowing they’d had a hand in it.

“Let’s get to work then,” Molly grinned.

Caduceus still had a little more time before Fjord came back from the gym. They’d checked and double checked the sizes on everything but Mollymauk still advised trying them on to make sure he was happy with them. And honestly, Cad’s excitement meant he didn’t want to wait.

So he stood in front of the full length mirror, after clearing away the clothes that were draped over it, with his hair gathered up in a thick bun at the nape of his neck, wearing little beyond the dull gold light of the sunset coming in through the windows. He’d bought three sets at the store and a few bits of jewellery to go through his piercings, actually a rather modest haul compared to what Molly and Jester bought for themselves but he was just starting out, after all.

There was one in green silk with garters and lace panels. There was a bodysuit made of mostly straps in a mossy blue colour that reminded him of water and looked pretty against his fur. But he quickly decided his favourite. The main material was sheer, meant to look like it wasn’t there at all, so the effect was that he’d laid a number of beautiful, intricately embroidered flowers across his body, teasingly concealing the barest amount.

That one he couldn’t quite bear to take off, even after he saw it fit him perfectly. Caduceus kept turning this way and that, grinning widely, seeing how it looked from different angles, touching the fabric, feeling how the stitches rose and fell under his fingertips. He looked like a dryad, wearing only sunlight and flowers, glowing from the inside out with an ethereal, untouchable kind of beauty.

And he liked it. He liked it a lot.

Caduceus had always felt mostly at home with how he expressed himself. He’d had eighty years to decide who he was and to know it was okay, that the Wildmother would always accept him and some individuals would not and that was outside of his control. Dysphoria was a word he’d learned the meaning of only after he’d moved to the city.

But this was the first time he’d been able to understand why Fjord looked at him the way he did, why he wanted him. Those dark nights when he’d lain awake with his head on his boyfriend’s chest and listened to the heart that was promised to him and wondered why, of all the people in the world, Fjord’s body stirred for him, those nights felt far away right now. Because he could see it for himself now. There was a connection in his mind, clear as day, that had been dark before.

He was beautiful. He was desirable. And this was good to know.

Caduceus mustn’t have heard the front door open, more in his head and in the mirror than in their bedroom. He mustn’t have heard Fjord throwing his bag down in the hall, his heavy footfalls across the old, creaking wood.

All Cad heard was the bedroom door starting to swing and his boyfriend’s call of, “I’m home, love, just going to showe-oh.”

Cad turned quickly, the magic broken, suddenly only able to think about the fact that he was wearing ridiculous lingerie with absolutely no warning, no rose petals or candles or glasses of champagne to try and pretend this was a deliberate surprise, “Fjord! Sorry, I...I was just…”

He faltered for words but couldn’t find any. Though it seemed Fjord was having the same difficulty. He was in his gym clothes, shirt still sticking to his chest and hair pushed back from his damp forehead with a simple band. And his jaw was on the floor. And his eyes...

“Um...Molly and Jester took me shopping today?” Cad explained, feeling heat rise to the surface of his skin for a different reason, “I thought I’d try something new.”

Fjord swallowed hard, his eyes wide and darting, unable to decide which part of Caduceus they wanted to stare at most, “Yeah? You...you look...I mean, god, Cad…”

Cad’s smile was back, flickering into life, “I look pretty, don’t I?”

Fjord gave a soft laugh, his eyes practically flooding over, “Pretty? Cad, there aren’t even words, love.”

Caduceus’ ears flapped and his tail curled in the air. He liked that. He liked the idea of things that could be said without words.

“Can I?” Fjord stepped forward, muscles coiled and ready, body telegraphing his need as clearly as a hunting animal.

“Oh please,” Cad breathed, “Fjord, please.”

It was well and truly night by the time they were done and Caduceus was pleased to learn he could feel just as beautiful once the lingerie had been eagerly pulled away. It was like a light had been switched on somewhere inside him and on it would stay.

He slept contentedly, easily, head resting on Fjord’s chest. His braid was undone, hair settling over his shoulders in waves made wild by his boyfriend’s fingers passing through it again and again. His lips were swollen pleasantly and flushed, his body would be full of well earned aches in the morning.

He was the most beautiful thing Fjord had ever seen.

He was ready for sleep himself, more than ready, but before he settled down to let himself drift away in his boyfriend’s arms, the only way he could ever really sleep completely peacefully, he had something to do. He pulled his phone out, fortunately within reach because his shorts had ended up hanging off the bedside lamp. Just a quick text, sent to two of his friends- Little Blue and Peacock according to his contact list.

thank you. seriously guys THANK. YOU.

And if Molly and Jester hadn’t been busy with their own partners, their own purchases, their own bliss, they would have seen it and grinned that grin again.

But there would be time in the morning.

#fjorclay #caduceus clay #fjord #critical role #everyone is trans #everyone is gay #modern au #fluff #smut #please let me know what you think!#teahaw

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kuronatcher · 3 years

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Welcom to Bun's Ficlet Cafe!

that's how I imagine @bittybattybunny when she has her Story Cafe open x’D

#i'm so sorry #x'D #i love this cafe #doodle

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brekkingin · 7 years

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A Cup of Coffee

A coffee shop AU starring Ro/Alistair for the absolutely fantastic @puffy-shirt with just a tad of my OC Raven and Zevran for good measure because why not. Probably a miniseries of ficlets.

Day 1:

First day on the job as another employee at the Warden’s Brew Cafe, a little name tag poking him uncomfortably through his uniform that reads Alistair. He’s been paired with Zevran and Leliana on the noon shifting, starting fromt he afternoon rush to closing around 9 pm. He admits the hours are long, but the pay’s better than the bowling alley that smells like feet or the tiny bookstore across the street. It’s worth it to a college boy with almost no money to begin with.

They’ve been training him for two weeks before today, his manager, Duncan, teaching him how to work the machinery and the inventory. Two weeks to memorize how to make the complicated drinks and how to fix the machines when they suddenly break down. He knows that the right cash register by the food display tends to glitch, the door to the cleaning closet always gets stuck, and that the pumps of syrup are not only sticky, but somehow the chocolate pumps container gets clogged during the busiest time of the day.

He knows the tips and tricks and the methods, but today is the first day of actually doing it. Leliana works the register, full of smiles and a cheery expression to combat even the rudest of customers.

On Fridays, she plays live music with her guitar to entertain the crowds. Zev had informed him with a smirk that she looks better on Fridays in a lovely flowery dress with her ember red hair plaited in a braid. Except that he had pointed out that she revealed more cleavage than the sensible white blouse and black pants that served as their uniform. It was only through probing that Alistair discovered she did have a lovely voice and talent with the guitar, though Zev claimed her talent paled in comparison to her appearance which was what truly captivated her audience.

Zevran himself switches between working the “bar” to make drink and register, charisma and charm having captured every woman who walks through the door, or so he claims. It’s possible enough, with this lithe athletic frame and shoulder length golden hair, braids pulling it back from his face. Melted chocolate eyes and the sultry sort of voice touched with an accent that compliments Leliana’s musical lilt. His shirt is undone on purpose, drawing attention that he seems to adore. He’s constructed of tattoos, accents, and angles, the kind of man that’s suited for wooing women. Not that he’s jealous.

The day has so far been spent in constant motion, making drinks and listening to the chatter of the cafe and dim music in the background. Zevran whispers the occasional tips or corrections under his breath, as well as points out the regulars. He recites their names, drinks, and random tidbits of information that leave Alistair’s mind reeling.It’s barely three in the afternoon and he has met Anders the owner of the animal shelter who never orders less than 10 drinks for himself and coworkers, Nathaniel who purchases lunch for himself and the owner of the flower shop down the street, and the elderly woman Wynne who comes in at least twice a day for tea. She owns the bookstore across the street. A dozen faces with a dozen name and another dozen drink orders, it’s amazing how Zev and Leliana manage to keep them all straight.

One face sticks out in the crowd. Her hair is a sloppy disarray of chestnut curls bursting from her bun. Her wide brown eyes skim the room as sweat drips down her forehead. A calloused hand absently swipes at her brow to chase away the sweat, an expression that seems to be one of relief crossing her features. Plump lips made for kissing that part as she turns to speak with her friend who pales in comparison. Sure, she’s dressed in tight yoga pants that reveal a butt he shouldn’t be staring at and a tank top that shows off precisely where the sweat rolls, but she’s somehow the most beautiful woman he’s seen all day.

She adjusts her bulging gym bag on her shoulder and Alistair realizes that he’s staring. And yet, she’s so enchanting that he can’t tear his gaze awake. Zev nudges him to keep working, and he finally obliges, stealing frequent glances in her direction.

At last, she reaches the counter and Zev leans in as Alistair admires the perfect unobstructed view. “That’s Ro, she comes in during hte afternoons after her workout. That other girl with her is new.” Alistair is so enthralled with Ro that he misses the awe in his coworker’s voice and his stare that rivals Alistair’s.

Ro chats away with her friend while he makes her drink, a venti iced vanilla coffee that he tries to commit to memory. He almost spills the drink on his hand when he attempts to transfer it to the standard cup, and again as he adds the ice.

He calls out her order, sliding it across the counter top with a terrible imitation of Zev’s suave smile. The other has managed to engage this unknown friend in some light banter and Alistair knows this will be his only opportunity to snatch a couple moments of conversation.

“Hi, I hear you’re a regular.” The words sound stupid to his own ears.

“You’re the new recruit Duncan’s been training, right? I didn’t realize you were starting today. Let me guess, Zev told you I’m a regular. Don’t listen to him, he thinks anyone who comes in every day for a week is a regular.” Ro rolls her eyes and he can’t help but notice that she has lovely lashes.

“It’s been three weeks.” Leliana interjects with a laugh and Ro joins her, the sound loud and unafraid. A brash laugh that fills the room. A laugh that one could fall in love with. His heart beats just a tad bit faster.

“Yeah, I’m the new guy, Alistair.” He fumbles for the words in a vague attempt to regain his verbal balance, his brain replaying the sound of her laugh that lingers in the air between them.

“I’m Ro. Nice to meet you, new guy. I’m sure I’ll see you pretty often. Good luck on the rest of your first day.” She turns and gives her friend an elbow to the side. “Come on Raven, you can flirt later, I’ve got work.” There’s a quick flash of a smile over her shoulder and she’s gone, the tinkling of the bell over the door signaling her departure.

“Wow.” The word leaves his mouth unconsciously and Zev’s laughter follows it.

“Pretty, I’ll give you that, but her friend was” Zev begins.

“Her friend was alright but Ro, she was something else.” A beat of silence as summons her image from his memory. “She comes in during the afternoons right?”

Another chuckle from Zevran’s lips. “Don’t worry, my friend, you’ll see her soon.”

Alistair replays their short interaction the rest of the day, his thoughts hung up on the gorgeous woman with the gym bag and the next time he might see her again.

#please please tell me if there's anything you want me to fix #like I'm so concerned about this one?#fanfic #puffy-shirt #spilled ink #my writing #writeblr #dragon age au fic #writers on tumblr #a cup of coffee part 1 ficlet

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bittybattybunny · 2 years

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Guess what kinda it's going to be?

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It's cafe time

UwU

You know the drill, send me a ☕ and get a random WIP snippet from one of my writing projects!!

No specifications (unless you want The Sun In The Sea specifically) cuz I have some newer stuff unshared and other stuff >:3c

#bun's ficlet cafe #wow tumblr actually had my ficlet tag it never shows up on mobile #but more or less hurt myself over working this morning so gonna be stuck in bed all day so distract me with fic nonsense

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bittybattybunny · 2 years

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It’s ya bun who’s sleeby and achey

so who wants a ficlet cafe today?

you know the drill

send a ☕ get a snippet from a fic

And I may even surprise and post a full ‘chapter’ from something I’ve been working on quietly 👀

#Bun's Ficlet Cafe #I actually have to go do a post office run first but then ill post fic stuff

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bittybattybunny · 2 years

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Have something from a new au i'm working on

“Hello!”

Hattie turned to the voice, her eyes growing wide when she saw the woman who was walking closer with the guards. She was tall, dressed in dark blacks and bright blues. On her head was a large brimmed hat. Bells chimed with every motion she made, the silver adornments hanging from her hat to her ankles of various sizes. She had mismatched eyes, one bright as the sea on a clear day, the other as dark as the night. Bright blue markings decorated her skin beneath her eyes and she was smiling wide enough her teeth showed, large and more akin to a dog than a human.

“Ah. you’ve arrived.” Her father was the one who spoke next. He walked over and the woman grabbed her skirt to curtsey. Hattie’s eyes glimmered when she saw them together.

She had almost entertained the idea her father could have been a reincarnation himself, with the way he reminded her of her friend from her first life. But seeing this woman, this witch, standing with him. She felt she HAD to be right!

“Eclipse!” Hattie blurted out to the witch’s shock. She ran at her and threw her arms around the woman’s legs who was staring at her confused.

The witch tentatively hugged her back, before watching the child be lifted up by the king who raised a brow at his daughter, curious about her relation to the witch.

“She looks like a friend I used to have!” Hattie huffed as her dad sighed and returned to his normal blank and rather angry looking resting face.

“I have to say that surprised me!” The witch laughed, a barking type of laugh, “I am Eclipse, daughter of the moonless sky, I was asked to deal with a curse?” she put her hand to her mouth as she looked at the king, “you said there’s a cursed child…?” Her eyes trailed to hattie.

Hattie shook her head, “I found a friend!” she explained.

“She found a boy.” Her father corrected. He headed towards the castle, “Come along witch, I will show you.”

“Alright!” She sang as she walked beside the king, her eyes focused instead on the princess who tensed up as she was stared at.

#ask #anon #bun's ficlet cafe #fic snip #ahit au #still working on the title lol

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bittybattybunny · 2 years

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Well hello there UwU ☕

Hewwo hewwo

ANGST:

He couldn’t find her in the manor. Frowning he headed out into the woods, ears listening for the gentle chimes of the fairy trees. But the forest was quiet. Shade narrowed his eyes and flew around, trying hard to find out where on earth Eclipse could have run off to.

He was sure she wasn’t working outside the woods that day. She had left her coat on her bed. He paused as he got near the center of the woods. The small hut that had vines growing over it. The way the air hung like a reminder of what was once there. He slowly approached it, seeing the door cracked. He felt his body as it shifted against his will.

Reaching a hand out he opened the door fully. He felt his body chill as he saw her standing there, looking at the books on the shelf. She turned when the door opened and he knew for a fact he was the ghost between them, but the sight was too similar. She was older than that girl had been when he last saw her. But seeing her in that place… the resemblance made him shudder. His eyes watered.

“Ah!” Her voice broke the silence and she quickly put the book back, “Is this your house?” she asked, a red tone covering her face. She brushed a dark curl behind her ear, “I-I’m sorry for trespassing! I just saw it when I was walking and it seemed too familiar!” She waited but his voice wasn’t coming out. She poked her index fingers together sheepishly, “um I thought it was abandoned so I peeked inside.”

He clenched his fist and took a shaky breath. He ruffled his bangs to try and figure his thoughts out. It was just Eclipse. Not… he sighed.

“You’re fine. This isn’t my house.” he tried to lower his voice so she wouldn’t recognize it. He saw her light up and breathe a sigh of relief herself. “A friend used to live here. I just come to visit her memory…”

“Ah! That’s e-even worse! I’m desecrating the dead!” she fretted, covering her mouth. She bent over, bowing to him at a full ninety degree angle, “I’m terribly sorry!” she stood back up, “U-Um!! I’m Eclipse, I work for Shade, the shadow serpent! I’m his errand girl!” she scratched her cheek as she looked at the floor in shame.

Shade gave a half smile, but frowned. “You’re his assistant. Not errand girl.” he corrected.

She stared at him. He stared back and crossed his arms. He gestured with one hand and groaned. He couldn’t believe he had to correct her words. He furrowed his brow, “You’re his assistant not an errand girl!”

She turned a deep red and huffed. He smirked.

He cleared his throat and timidly held his hand out. He could run with this maybe? She didn’t know HIM. She knew a snake.

“I’m Arulius. I’ve worked with Shade since he was alive.” it wasn’t a lie at all. In fact it was the pure truth! One can work with their self their entire life! He felt his chest warm when she placed her hand in his with a shake.

He watched as her expression changed. Slowly she began to go from red faced, to a large smile, her eyes sparkling. For a moment so brief they both flashed bright blue like the stars.

“Arulius!” She sang happily. He felt ready to burst hearing her say his name with her voice. “You must be him! The one I’ve hunted for!” she grinned.

He blinked before his face burned. He made a mistake.

“You’re the lonely man!” She giggled. She bounced around the small house’s interior, “Finally! Finally! I found you! I told Shade you had to exist!” she beamed in pure delight, her fangs sticking out.

Shade tensed up at this declaration. His mouth was dry. He. He wasn’t Lonely! He had---

He froze as she was smiling at him.

He had her. He wasn’t lonely because he had her.

He slapped his face, trying to get the color to leave it. He was a damned fool.

A decade before she had wandered into his woods in a search for the lonely man. And she had found him. He gripped his shirt and scowled.

“T-That’s rude!” he blurted out. It hurt to have it addressed. He spent 500 years alone. He had built himself up! He had minions! He had power! He felt her hand on her cheek. She wiped the tears that had begun to flow. He was weak. He sniffled as she held on and used her scarf to help clean his face.

“Yeah I’m a rude wolf!” she laughed as he leaned into the warmth of her touch. He continued to cry and he felt a worry brewing.

“So if I’m the lonely man… now what?” he asked her softly. She found her lonely man. She found him.

She froze and her face drained of color. Her hand went to her mouth and she pulled back confused.

“Now.. what…” she furrowed those rounded brows of hers and began to chew her lip. “Find the lonely man who resides deep in the forgotten woods only then… only then?” she chewed on her gloved thumb and tried to think hard. She dropped her shoulders.

“I don’t know.” her voice sounded hollow and defeated as she looked at him.

Even worse than when he saw her in the cabin the first time. Seeing her standing there in the low lights with that dissolute stare. A broken and sorrow filled look. Her eyes were hazy and dull as she gave a half smile that had no heart.

“Amaris…” His mouth moved on its own.

Her eyes stared through him and he reached out. He grabbed her and pulled her into a hug. He buried his face into her hair as she gripped onto his vest and sniffled. She began to cry, hand sobs muffled as he held onto her. He smoothed her hair. He chewed his lip as he thought about it. Find the lonely man. That was the first thing she said to him once she learned where she was those years ago. It was the reason she stayed in the woods. But she still… He tensed up.

“Y-You aren’t going to leave are you?!” He fretted. He pushed her away so he could see her tear stained face. The red smears dripped down her cheeks. He used his sleeve to wipe her face now. She started to laugh.

“I don’t know.” her voice cracked.

He brushed a hand on her cheek, “S-Shade would hate it if you leave.”

“If only.” she sighed and removed his hand. She adjusted her scarf, “S-Sorry to bother you. I need to go back. I.. I need to think.” She declared and ran out. He heard her as she ran along the fairy branches.

He sank to the floor and ran his hands through his hair. He got up and walked to sit at the table. He blinked seeing she had messed with the tarot cards on the table. She had flipped a few of them up. But one caught his eye and he picked it up. The lovers. He put a hand over his mouth and tore from the cabin after her.

“ECLIPSE!” he shouted, unaware as he took back on his snake form as he slithered through the trees. She was faster but she turned to his cry. She gasped when she fell from the branches and landed in his arms. He sighed as she looked up at him confused.

“S-Shade?” she squeaked and hid her face in her scarf.

He gave a small sigh and touched his nose tip to her forehead and gave it a gentle kiss.

“I have some tasks for you, let’s go sign some paperwork.” he grinned as she blinked. She gave a small partial smile.

“Okay.”

He would just have to keep her busy. Then she wouldn’t be able to be sad. He wouldn’t lose her too.

He swore it.

#disofbz #The Shade's Witch #fic snip #bun's ficlet cafe #ask #i wrote this when i wanted fluff but got a full thing of ouchie

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bittybattybunny · 2 years

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Yay! ☕ time! Serve me your most bitter (angsty) drink!

Angsty huh? Coming up!

This is from a oneshot WIP called “Werewolf Cinderella” in which Amaris is Cinderella with a curse. The twist being everyone in her village knows she’s a werewolf and like her, but her step mother is holding a lot over their heads so no one can help her. Craft (a fae and friend of her mother) Seeks help from an outside source, and it works as an old acquaintance is the village

Nell belongs to @doodleimprovement!!

Amaris sat on a stool. Her hair pulled from her back. Nell winced seeing the red that leaked through the young woman’s shirt.

“Did you walk this whole way like this? Last moon? That’s over a week ago.” Nell helped to undo the lacing on Amaris’s corset and the shirt slipped down her shoulders to show the massacre of her back, “oh sweetheart…”

“I-It just looks worse. You know I heal faster than some.” Amaris laughed but saw the look and bit her lip, “She… she was mad this morning.”

“I can see. This will sting, so please bear with it. Do you want a rag to bite?”

Amaris nodded and took the cloth. She clenched her toes and braced as the cloth met her wounds. She bit down hard into the fabric. Nell was quiet as they worked on treating the whip lashes. They gave a heavy frown seeing how deep they were, the whites of the girl’s bones peeking from the red as her flesh attempted to heal over it.

“Amaris… did she tip it in silver?” Nell asked, noting the odd behavior of her healing.

“S-She said I deserved it.” Amaris pulled the cloth from her mouth, voice trembling as she did. “F-For disobeying. S-She knew I was c-coming here any way and you’d h-help it s-so she went all out.” she put the cloth back in her mouth to chew on as Nell returned to cleaning. Once the wound was clearer, she began to apply ointment to the back. Amaris whined, choking on sobs, as the doctor grabbed bandages and wrapped her up. When done, Nell pat the top of her head gently and wiped the tears from her eyes.

“You don’t deserve any of this. You’ve done nothing wrong.” Nell spoke lowly, keeping it quiet as Amaris just cried, the younger woman going to hug the doctor tightly as she cried. Nell stroked her hair, being careful of her back.

When the tears stopped, Nell pulled away and smiled softly. “You hang out, I’ll get you some tea and walk you home. Let me go deal with out other customer, his order is interesting to say the least.” Nell snorted and went to check the page again, “I thought I was done with that part of my life but it never ends.”

#ask #anon #Bun's Ficlet Cafe #Werewolf Cinderella #Craft is teh fairy godmother if not clear lol #they jsut arent as magic as the typical one they jsut work on pulling strings to aide her

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bittybattybunny · 2 years

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Yay! Cafe Bun time! ☕

someday I need to draw a good banner for the ficlet days or something haha

let's see what's brewing---

Mad at Disney, Fairy tales don't come true [Oneshot] (snip)

“ARULIUS LUKAS LAW THIS IS WHERE YOU’VE BEEN!”

Eclipse paled when she heard the name shouted. She looked at her coworker who was still being held by the guards, his own face drained of color. She looked back at the king and her heart began to race. She felt her body shake and her breathing was getting erratic.

“Oh. No. no. Let me go! Let me go! She’s having a panic attack!” Arulisu got the men to release him to run to her side. She started to fall over, his hands catching her and guiding her to kneel on the floor. “In through the nose out through the mouth. It’s okay.”

The king wrinkled his nose and sighed, “Is this the woman you’ve been infatuated with?”

“L-Lukas. P-Please… this is a joke right??” Eclipse’s voice shook. She looked at him with tears in her eyes, “Y-You a-aren’t…”

“Prince Arulius Lukas Law?” He responded with a sigh, “I…. I am. But I-- I really do…”

“A-ah. I-I see the joke was me.” She pulled away. She gave a bow to the king before running into the crowd.

Arulius sat on the floor and gripped his face with a heavy sigh. “Thanks dad. Now you chased her off before I could confess properly.” he glared at the king who seemed shocked.

“I thought you told her!” Regis scoffed, “It’s not a huge deal. I mean just go---”

“It IS a big deal you moron!” Arulius snapped at him, “She has issues with relationships and you legit just made her feel like I’m mocking her!” he growled at his father, “Do you know how many months it took for her to even be comfortable enough to be casual with me!?”

#ask #anon #fic snip #bun's ficlet cafe #Mad at Disney Fairy tales don't come true AU #yes it's based on the song lol

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bittybattybunny · 2 years

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One cup of ☕, if you please ❤

Let me just see~ *rummages around the shelf*

Oh here we go!

New Horizons for a Last Star: Spring Year 1 (snip)

“AH! You little brats!” Eclipse flailed as she tried to get out of the salmonberry bush. She whined as her hair only seemed to get tangled further. She huffed as she saw the serpentine critters winding through the branches, their giggles annoying her.

She tensed up when she felt a body behind her, eyes shut tight she gasped when she felt her hair come free. She backed up, gasping when she bumped into someone. She looked up and met the gaze of yellow gold eyes like sunflower petals.

“Are you alright?” he chuckled with a sincere smile as she pulled away and got busy fixing her hair.

Eclipse tried to get rid of the pink that warmed her cheeks, seeing the dwellers swimming away through the air.

“You’re the new farmer… Moony right?” he asked with a chuckle. He folded his arms behind him.

“Oh um! Yes! Hello!” She laughed, “thank you for helping me out there.” she reached to brush her hair back and smiled at him, her canines sticking out.

He blinked and then smiled enough his own fangs peeked out, “Nice teeth.”

She covered her mouth sheepishly, “Like you can talk!” she huffed, “you… Um… I’ve seen you around…?”

“Arulius. I’m Arulius Thatcher.” He smiled, “I live on the beach. I’m a poet.”

“That explains the get up.” she giggled.

He gasped and put a hand to his chest as his brow furrowed, “Excuse me?!”

She smiled and walked past, grabbing the dropped berries. She wiped it on her shirt before heading her way, “It’s fancy and stands out. I have to get to the mines before it’s too late! Thank you again!”

Eclipse chased after a dweller who was laughing, leaving the poet there with a red tone across his face.

He smiled as he waved after her.

#ask #bun's ficlet cafe #fic snip #New Horizons for a lost star Au #this is a stardew valley au btw lol #i've mentioned it on discord and i psoted some art on twitter idk if i mentioned it here #but this is how ru met eclipse

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bittybattybunny · 2 years

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☕!

The first cup of the day and i bestow upon thee angst

The Shade’s Witch: Chapter ????

He could only watch in horror as the forest burned.

“You had one job…” the voice was sniffling.

Shade turned to see her. No. it wasn’t her. So similar. A young woman with long silver hair that clung to her as if she was soaked. Her eyes were brimming with those bloody tears. He shook his head.

“No..no…” he couldn’t… he stepped back.

“You had one job!” She repeated. He could see himself in her. That phrase.

“You were supposed to keep her safe!” She cried. He felt hollow. She wasn’t looking at him. He turned to see a young man with black hair. The ghost felt his head hurt as he looked at the priest.

“An--” the man reached for the girl, “I--- I tried! I’m sorry! Animilius..”

She recoiled as she gripped her head, antlers tangled her hair and familiar wings spread.

“You aren’t sorry! You aren’t sorry! Marcus! Marcus! You were supposed to keep us safe!”

Arulius realized this was not his dream. He was watching. He could see himself in her. Shouting at the moon demon. He looked at the priest. She called him marcus. Her name was Animilus. The horns and wings… her horns were not the same. But she looked like Eclipse.

“I-I was just trying to have a joke!” The man cried, “I didn’t know.. I didn’t know he’d!”

“You! You Capricious bastard!” the girl sobbed, her body transparent. She seemed to be cracking into pieces, “We wanted to be happy as your sister! Why couldn’t you be happy as our brother?!”

“I-I’m.. I’m sorry.” the man cried. His tears dripped down his cheeks leaving red marks, “Animilius I’m sorry.”

“You’re not sorry. You’re just upset you lost…. Why couldn’t you love me… wh…” she shattered like glass. Her body falling.

Marcus recoiled, his right eye pierced. He winced and gripped at it, the sclera turning black as he grabbed at the ground. Frantically he tried to put the pieces together.

“No.. no…! No! Annie! Annie!” he begged as he tried to put the pieces together. Bloody tears and snot dropped to the ground and Arulius could only watch.

The ghost forze when arms went over his shoulders.

“A broken soul in many pieces is so hard to fix.”

He turned but couldn’t see who spoke. He felt someone brush behind him and turned but again couldn’t see.

“It’s taken a lot to put back together but there’s one piece still missing.”

He turned slowly and gasped when he saw the larger deer headed woman. Long silver lashes framed her eyes and her hair billowed under water. Long tails flicked with silver tips, creating a look of silver stars, her chest embellished with a star design. She smiled as her wings shook, the silver and black feathers opening with eyes and mouths.

The former prince fell on his backside and looked up in fear. Her presence made him tense.

She chuckled and stood upright, her halo of a full moon shining behind her, “I am rather stunning, but alas, mortals fear what they do not understand. Be not afraid, little undead prince.”

He couldn’t speak, only stare as she sat in the air with her stilted legs. She leaned on her hand and gestured behind.

“What is missing?” she asked, “if you can solve this, you can find her again.” she smiled, “The pieces have slowly been brought together, through time, through space. But there is one piece still missing.”

“P-piece?” he finally found his voice but it was so quiet compared to the being in front of him. She smiled again, sharp teeth lined her mouth.

“You’ve seen the pieces. And one piece is still missing. Marcus has managed to mend it for the most part, but the initial fracture. The initial sin. What piece was taken away?” one of her hands reached out, gently, and tapped his chest.

#Bun's Ficlet Cafe #The Shade's Witch #fic snip #ask #anon #this character he met is not one you know but an older oc of mine i remebered and could fill a hole i accidently made

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