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dearhargrove · 4 months
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Idk if ur requests are open but since it November now could you write a fluffy billy Hargrove x reader where they just get together and to Christmas stuff like watch movies and cuddle up by a fire with some hot chocolate just a cute Christmas fic
Cliché Christmas?
Billy Hargrove x fem!reader
summary Billy came over after you called him asking to, expecting you just wanting to cuddle or something. Now he was in the kitchen making hot chocolate and listening to you rant about Christmas movies.
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warnings nothing really
a/n thank you for this cute request @onlyreadz !!! I'm a whore for typical cliché Christmas activities (& if I had a boyfriend he'd have to join in on all of them) so I loved writing this. Idek how I hadn't thought of this before
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You smile when you open the door, your boyfriend standing there with a grocery bag in his hand and a confused frown on his forehead.
“Babe-”, he starts and you ignore him, grabbing the bag and pressing a kiss to his cheek. You miss the small smile that interrupts his frowning because you start walking to the kitchen, excited to tell him what you had planned.
He follows after you, leaning against the kitchen counter and watching as you unpack the plastic bag with a giddy smile. You'd called him earlier in the day and told him to get some groceries, he had protested at first and told you to do it yourself but after some pleading and pouting he easily gave in, pretending to be annoyed as you listed the items.
Now with the ingredients for hot chocolate and some usual Christmas snacks, like gingerbread cookies, you stem your hands on your hips and turn to him, a grin on your face.
He raises an expectant eyebrow, “So? Why'd you send me grocery shopping?” He asks. “You should've guessed by now…” you tease and step to where he's standing to throw your arms around his neck. He pretends to be unfazed and keeps his hands on the counter top he was leaning against with his hip. “Alright, I'm gonna be nice and tell you since you obviously can't guess. We're gonna have a movie night. Christmas themed.”
There's silence between the both of you but you see the discreet disbelief on his face as he takes in exactly what your plans for today were. Not getting the enthusiasm you were going for (but knew you wouldn't get) you huff and turn back to get started on two cups of hot chocolate.
“Baby… you should know I'm like the last person to do this shit,” he mumbles in his usual tone and you hear him move before his arms wrap around your waist from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder as he presses kisses along your neck.
“Yeah and I also know you would do everything for me, so please?” You ask and look at him he sighs as if he's in deathly pain and huffs a “fine”.
Cheering a quiet “yes” to yourself you instruct him to stir the milk and other things together while you start presenting the different movie choices you had rented.
You doubt he could be any less interested but by now you also know well enough that he would do pretty much everything for you and to spend some time with you, no matter the activity. So he grumpily helps pick a movie (all the same Christmas cliché movies) while stirring the hot chocolate.
He makes a face at the sweetness the drink would turn out to be but doesn't comment on it, your excited face keeping him from it.
Twenty minutes later and you're both on the couch, your cup a third empty and dangerously balanced on your knee (Billy had his eyes on it the entire time to make sure you wouldn't spill anything) while the movie was playing.
You're sitting squished into his side, legs on the couch and blanket draped over both of your lower bodies. The movie is almost done and you look up at him. The light from the tv is mirroring in his eyes, highlighting them even more. His curls had gotten even fluffier and curlier from the light snowing outside that had gotten caught in them when he'd arrived and you were resisting to ignore the mug in your hand and just play with his hair.
“You're staring pretty hard, love,” he mumbles and turns to you before tearing his eyes off the movie and focusing them on you. You smile bashedly and then snuggle closer against his chest, “thank you for doing this with me. I know you don't really like these typa things.”
He shrugs, “Ah, well. Got a beautiful girl to make up for it, don't I?”
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pixelchills · 1 year
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I just wanted to say two things:
1: I’m glad I’m not the only one who wanted more fluff than what tsams is offering (gosh, stop breaking them, give us joy gdi). I stopped for a similar reason. I want happy lord not all this depressing angst.
2: I’m so sorry people kept comparing your work to tsams, it’s not alike at all! I’m also sad we won’t get to see your lunar eclipse character. I would’ve been very interested to know how he turned out. People don’t realize how hurtful comparisons can be. (I almost killed Roth because someone called him a magical girl because of how he shapeshifts.) Is there any chance you could give a summary of what the Lunar Eclipse would’ve been like? Or is he just gone for good and you don’t want to mention him?
Sorry if this is annoying. Just wanted to say, I’m with you on fluff (which is why I love your work. Perfect balance of angst and fluff! We learn about something painful, and then there are hugs. Something scary happens, and then there are plushies. Well balanced), and I’m sorry you felt you had to remove your lunar eclipse.
Thank you for the nice message!
I know I'm an angst writer myself but depression with no fluff to make up for any of it is not enjoyable. I just think they should've continued with mostly gaming stuff and funnier lore videos after Eclipse was defeated.
But that's just my opinion and I am allowed to stop watching/enjoying content when it doesn't tickle my fancy anymore. If they ever happen to start doing happier and fluffier videos again I might start watching them again, but as of now I feel like the story has gone a bit downhill from what it used to be; too many universes, too many characters, it gets confusing and I don't particularly like how some of the characters are written, like Moon being the OP emo genius, but again, that's just my opinion 😂
What comes to the Lunar Eclipse character I was going to have, here's the deal;
The Lunar Eclipse character is still technically there, but the desing and name have been changed from what I originally had in mind. Lunar would have been a girl.
A big spoiler for "Lunar" to the far future of ANSSW:
"Lunar" was going to be Sun and Moon's adopted daughter. A baby stage Animutant who had to be taken out of the incubator tank too early because of the Apocalypse.
She is still sleeping because she hasn't developed fully. There's a 10% chance that she'll wake up before she is fully grown, but the 90% chance is that it will now take about 200 years since she is no longer in the incubator liquid.
Her new name is Dawn.
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roseverie · 2 years
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do you like cooking? what are some recipes you Iike? ♡
I do! here’s some more simple things I tend to have through out the week ->
- pumpkin pizza: *choose any sort of bread base you like*, then add fruit chutney for the sauce base, spinach, pre-cook some pumpkin, red onion, mushrooms, cheese. Cook in oven for about 20-25 mins.
- falafel: blend peas and dried chickpeas, then move that into a large bowl and add; parsley, lemon juice, onion, garlic and flour (I don’t like spicy food, but feel free to add spices). Mix it all up and mould into balls or more flat like shapes. Since the consistency tends to be somewhat sticky-ish (?) I always like to roll them in panko crumbs for some crunch. Then place them in the oven until golden or fry them in a pan. I love these cause their so versatile, if you make them more flat in shape you can place it in a sandwich, or you can even crumble them over a salad! (note: if you want them to be more fluffier add baking powder).
- speaking of salad: lettuce and spinach, avocado, cucumber, mango, uncooked mushrooms. Then either a avocado and garlic dressing or honey dijon mustard dressing.
- eggplant lasagna: to make the tomato sauce; red onion, garlic, celery, carrot, spinach, parsley, store bought tomato paste/sauce (stuff that has chunks of tomato in it etc), a tea spoon of sugar to balance out the acidity a bit, lastly anymore herbs or spices of your choice (I tend to always put turmeric.) Then fry some eggplant in a pan with some olive oil. The construction would just follow a regular pattern of a pasta sheet, sauce, eggplant slices, cheese etc. Then cook in oven until pasta is obviously cooked/soft.
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foreverrogers · 2 years
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all your writing is magnifique, but "lead the way" and "stay with me" are my personal faves. do you have any fun facts you can share about those fics? also, this question wasn't from that list, but I'm wondering: how do you balance the steam/spice, sweet adorable fluff, and angst so well? I feel like you always achieve the perfect balance of all of those things. is there a method to mixing it all together smoothly? your style is just right up my alley and you deserve appreciation
hi, love!! thank you so much for the kindness and your questions!
lead the way was the first tasm fic i wrote like two weeks after i saw the movie and after reading some fics about out favourite boy. in terms of fun facts the only one would probably be that i based the entire thing on the one line in my head, where they would be watching a sex scene/talking about her hookups and peter would awkwardly ask her if she has a lot of sex, and built the entire thing up to that point and springing from that point. it was the one idea i had in my brain i couldn't get out, so i just needed to manifest in writing.
and with stay with me, it took me a super long time to actually get it going because i got really hung up on the smut! i felt like it wasn't really going anywhere and felt super clunky and anatomical. i think it was one of the first fics that helped me develop the way i write smut and learning that it could be a little more prosaic rather than full out filth and still be hot!
and thank you so much for saying the different elements feel balanced, the feedback definitely helps for writing future fics! I honestly don't know if I have like a specific, conscious method to balancing smut, fluff, angst, stuff like that. i haven't written full blown angst that doesn't end with fluff on this acc yet, so when i write some hurt I always try to balance it with some comfort. even if it's just very vaguely hurt, like pete being awkward or embarrassed, I try to get a nice little bit of fluffy comfort in there!
and with smut specifically, a think the balance with the spicier and fluffier parts comes from always considering the human aspect when I write. i try not to get so caught up in how steamy it is and think more about it being two people who care a lot about each other, and not compromising how I characterise peter in my head for the sake of something super spicey.
any way this was super rambly but I hope it answered some of your questions, thank you again!!!
ask me a question about my fics!
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toasty-owl-arts · 3 years
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Is it so wrong?
To be this young…
And yet this tired
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husbandohunter · 3 years
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A Small Predicament [Baby Genshin x Reader]
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Characters: Scaramouche, Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Xiao, Zhongli, Albedo
Synopsis: Cursed for a week, the boys either have to live with it or find a cure as soon as possible. You on the otherhand hoped otherwise.
(A/n): It only takes ONE glance for me to start having ideas. It was twelve in the morning yall, enjoy~
Oh here's part 2
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Scaramouche
• "Oh you shrank? I couldn't tell-"
• Threatens that he will murder you to pieces and burn your remains but his voice was so squeaky and high pitched (voice crack) that you couldn't help but burst into a tearful laughter. 
• Its payback time  Bully him, take his hat and hover it above his head. Truthfully, without his hat Scaramouche looks like a little schoolboy. Overall less intimidating.
• Tries glaring. Cute. He's really bratty as a kid, sitting on a high chair (which you had to help him get on) and demanding his servants to do his bidding. In reality, his personality never changed. You realized that even as a grown up he still acts like this (bratty kid in a grown man body).
• The curse made his week a living hell. Signora had the audacity to pull his ear when he misbehaves. Childe constantly messes with his hair while giving head pats and the WORST of all, pinching his cheeks. Scaramouche never wanted to commit arson so bad in his life.
• Eventually finds a cure so he doesn't have to deal with it anymore and orders everyone to never speak of it again. Though, he's plotting how he'll get revenge on everyone who made fun of him using the very same curse (You better run).
~~x~~
Diluc
• "Oh…Oh my! Diluc you're just so cute!" 
• Diluc grimaces as you glomp him in this state. How can you help it? With his head so small it makes his hair all the more fluffier! His coat no longer fits him to the point the sleeves had made past his fingertips. He tried wielding his claymore again, only to lose balance and fall flat onto his bum
• (insert kid voice "Retribution!") Did I mention the babyface?
• Diluc tries to act as if everything was normal, acting like the Darknight hero and Mondstadt's Tycoon but fun-sized. He couldn't. There was no way people would take him seriously in business meetings. Same with fighting abyss mages, his smaller form was too much of a disadvantage. Thus you ended up doing most of his paperwork.
• One time you caught him sitting on the floor couldn't reach his office desk  while reading away the various books for a cure. It was three in the morning. You told him it was way past his bedtime and he argues saying when did he ever have a curfew schedule. In the end you managed to convince him and he begrudgingly obliges.
• The type to NOT ask for help even when it's obvious that he really needs it. Before he was the one who helped you reach things from the top shelves, oh how the tables have turned. He avoids Kaeya like a plague unless he was in it for another round of funny remarks. When he wanted to go out and get some fresh air, you insisted on accompanying him. Worst mistake in his life. A travelling merchant bumps into you and commented that you had a very cute son. Diluc was mortified.
• The day ended up with him sulking in his room. Although it was tempting, you resisted from cooing over his adorable form after days of treating him like a child. It wasn't because you were teasing him, Diluc just works so hard that you wanted to spoil him a bit. At least he could still play a game of chess with you.
• When things went back to normal, Diluc ensures that you will NOT see him as your son.
~~x~~
Kaeya
• "Well look who it is, my little Prince Kaeya~"
• Tries really hard not be bothered by it at all. Kaeya still maintains his suave facade, throwing in a couple of flirting lines here and there (and forcing his voice to go a few octaves too low in which puberty has yet to occur HA). Though no matter what approach, he couldn't ignore the sparkling mischievious glint in your eye. You were obviously not taking him seriously.
• Things couldn't get any worse. He lost his masculine physique and boob window, he wasn't able to go to certain places without supervision. But the worst thing of all was that he was underaged. Kaeya hated the fact he couldn't drink anymore, he even insisted you to sneak him a few bottles (which you refused) and had to settle with plain beverages such as fruit juice (what an insult). He was never really grounded since his childhood days but he certainly felt like he was grounded now. 
• Kaeya still kisses you on the lips whether you like it or not. If you ask him to sit on your lap, he will find a way to turn the position into his favour such as resting his face between your breasts. You're not gonna treat him like a kid, nuh-uh, he actively avoids it.
• Since his personality still remains, Kaeya is a naughty child. He will use his innocent appearance to sway people (even you) to get what he wants. That was how he was able to take a sip of the wine he stole somewhere (he wouldn't tell you). Diluc scolded him heavily and threatened to ban him from drinking from his Tavern for a week (they ended up arguing, Kaeya being the passive aggressive little shit he is).
• He was extremely relieved to return back to his normal form again. He has so much to catch up (specifically his bedtime activities with you *wink wonk*)
~~x~~
Child(e)
• "Hmmm to be honest, this actually suits you very much."
• Unlike the other boys, Childe was completely okay with it. Turns out that YOU were the one who was not going to be okay. If you thought taking care of Teucer was energy-draining then expect Childe to take that tenfold and beyond.
• You've officially became his full-time babysitter who is in desperate need of a raise (and rest). You can't take your eyes off of him and archons forbid that he will ever meet Klee. One point he'll be running ahead by your side and the next you'll find him getting himself in a 1vs7 situation with some shady looking treasure hoarders. Childe genuinely thinks he could take them on but the curse downgraded his abilities. You carried him and barely made out of it alive. (This made you ponder whether the best solution would be to strap him against a chair for the time being…)
• Childe being a child will eat all the candies and ice cream he pleases. You wonder if the curse also turned him a few years back or was it that he acts like this simply because he wanted to (it was the latter). He loves being spoiled, spoiled by you! Childe demands your full attention, spoon-feeding his meals, back rubs and head pats. Yep, he's definitely doing this on purpose.
• Did he just call you 'mommy'? (Childe has mommy kink confirmed).  He has so much energy that it was exhausting, you literally had to drag him away from what ever he was doing in order to get him to bed. "No Childe, your sleeping time is 9p.m stop whining." He bargained that he'll sleep if you sleep beside him (you didn't get any sleep. You knew what he was planning. In the end, you tried to make sure he didn't sneak out behind your back.)
• Finally you were able to get out of that hell-hole. Childe promised to make it up to you, you deserve it after all~
~~x~~
Small (aka Xiao)
• "Did you know in the Liyuean language, Xiao translates to small?" You didn't say that out loud. Not when he's this angry (this angy)
• He just stands there, crossing his arms and grumbling. You were hesitant to touch him in case he might hiss at you. Xiao has always been short, maybe an inch taller than you, but seeing him like this made you think 'my almighty yaksha can't be this cute♡'
• He gets mad when you no longer call his name for help. How could you? He's just so precious~ Xiao makes it clear that no matter what form he takes, it doesn't make him weak ("Adepti and you mortals are nothing alike." Or so he says but you could tell he wasn't running as fast as he used to because…small legs). You may not comment on it aloud but he can tell just by the look on your face and it irritates him.
• Also the type to not ask for help but worse. Xiao is an agressive little kid, he seems as if he'll be willing to bite someone's finger off if they try to pet him (He gives strong cat vibes, so thats understandable). His spear was too big for him to wield so he often has to put it away or else he might knock someone over with it. Xiao hates being short so you'll be hearing him complain alot.
• Since he was an adepti, he didn't need to sleep however, the curse must have brought down his power by a significant amount to the point you DID catch him napping. You almost swooned out loud just by taking a glance upon his face. For once he didn't wear his signature grumpy look. Xiao appears like a normal child, one full of innocence. His snoring was soft and breathly but that just meant he was deep asleep. (You wished to take a picture). 
• Of course, everything had to come to an end (much to your disappointment), he still complains about the incident to this day.
~~x~~
Zhongli
• How is it possible for a baby to still look so handsome? (Must be his godly abilities)
• Zhongli is unfazed by this 'curse' since his past lives have already taken many forms. Though for some reason whenever he walks down the streets of Liyue, young girls, mothers, ladies all come him was and start complimenting him and gushing over him (he was suffocating). They'd squeeze him tight or squish his cheeks, it only takes once glance before the little girls start blushing and hiding behind their moms.
• Needless to say, despite what form he is in, Zhongli is still able to get free stuff. He got some free candies and some free kites to play with. You had to help him carry his items. Zhongli ends up tripping too much because his tailcoat reached his feet (he decided to just take it off. You had to hold that too). Seems like he can have anyone do things for him in the end HA.
• He still got that drippy voice and you're just like ???? "What on Teyvat Zhongli, you're a kid." This is why you can't see him as one, its nearly impossible.
• Actively avoids Hu Tao and Childe. Once Hu Tao caught sight of him and chased him for hours, he couldn't stay in one spot knowing that she might just pop out of no where. Childe still spoils him, however Zhongli feels irritated by the fact the only things Childe buys him toys (its different when other people do it.)
• Everytime you guys go back strolling through Liyue, you had to hold his hand in case more women come swarming hin again. You swear that at this rate he might get kidnapped because hes just such a beautiful baby.
• Zhongli learned an important lesson after his curse was lifted: no matter how many years he lives throughout  never take a form of a child.
~~x~~
Albedo
• You find him buried beneath a pile of books and had to dig him out before he suffocates.
• Albedo has the cutest eyes, they're big and round full of curiosity and they sparkle too (he has the prettiest eyes out of everyone tbh). He is the only person who is fascinated by this outcome and immediately goes in the wild to test out his new physique. 
• He was always curious why Klee T-poses when she runs so he decided to try it out himself. She was thrilled to find out that she now has a little brother to play with. In the end, Albedo indulges in the games she always wanted to play but couldn't because he was too old: princess dress up tea parties.
• You felt many things when you saw Albedo wearing a frilly gown and a plastic tiara tucked on his head. Deep down you knew regardless of what gender Albedo was still pretty. Klee even had the guts to redo his hair and hardly anyone was able to recognize it was him at all. He has pigtails, PIGTAILS! You made sure to burn that image into the very depths of your mind forever.
• The only advantage was the he was ablw to fit through small spaces, other than that, being small was way too inconvenient. He knocked down a few of his potion bottles which damaged the floor (thankfully not him) because they were lethal (he wonders how Klee was able to not injure herself when using bombs). You carried him and lifted him to alot of places such as trudging through the snow because Albedo would surely fall on his face due to his small form.
• Enough was enough, he only lasted a day with this and decided to just make a potion and put an end to the curse once and for all. 
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lifeofkaze · 3 years
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Fields of Gold
Neville Longbottom x Reader
A/N: Emoji ask game round 2 and you picked 🌾 @nevilles-top. Enjoy, my lovely wifey! Fluffier than I thought it would be, but you know… balance and stuff. 🤷‍♀️
Warning: NSFW, 18+ only, oral f receiving, fingering, unprotected sex (be responsible, lovelies!)
EVERYONE IN THIS STORY IS OF LEGAL AGE AND CONSENTING
Word Count: ~ 3.000 (oops)
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Your head was spinning from exhaustion. You couldn’t remember how long you had been staring at the documents sprawled out on your desk, trying to force your tired mind to make sense of the words. The project you had been working on for the better part of the week had to be done by Monday and no matter how tempting the sunlight streaming into your workspace from the open windows was, it was no use; you needed to get this done.
Blocking out the sweet chirping of the birds outside in your garden, you were doing your best to concentrate on your work, but found your thoughts straying time and time again to the beautiful summer day outside. There was nothing more you wanted than lounging in the sun, a cool glass of wine in hand.
You were so caught up in your fantasies about white wine so cold it made the glass condensate, that you didn’t notice the door to your office opening. As a result, your heart almost stopped and you jumped in shock as the strong arms of your boyfriend snaked around you from behind.
“Still at work, dear?” Neville muttered into your ear, his nose nuzzling the crook of your neck.
Breathing deeply to calm your shaking hands, you turned around in your chair to give him a mock reprimanding look. “Are you mad scaring me like that?” you asked sternly, the smile on your face betraying your serious tone, however.
Neville just grinned wickedly and looked over your shoulder at the paperwork in front of you. “Doesn’t seem like you made a lot of progress since the last time I checked,” he mused.
“I’m in a bit of a rut,” you admitted.
Neville hummed in response and pulled you off your chair. “You need a break, love, and I know just the thing for you.” He leaned in to kiss you, but you stopped him by putting a hand on his firm chest underneath his white shirt.
“Tempting, but I really need to get this done,” you sighed wistfully.
The pout Neville put on display was enough to weaken any resolve you had and he knew it. “Trust me, you’re going to like what I have in store for you,” he beamed and suddenly you weren’t so sure you had guessed his intentions correctly.
He pulled you away from your desk and tossed you a light sundress he had held hidden behind his back. “Time to change into something comfortable, daisy. We’re going out.”
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“Nev, where are we going?” you asked for what felt the hundredth time.
After you had changed, Neville had apparated you to the edge of the forest a few miles from where you lived and you had been wandering under the canopy of the trees for some time now. The path in front of you was speckled with the sun breaking through the leaves and the air smelled deliciously of warm earth and wood.
But the curiosity was eating you up from the inside, giving a slight bounce to your step that you couldn’t quite hide. The satisfied smirk of Neville, who was walking beside you calm as ever, drove you insane.
“Not much further, love, you’ll see,” he reassured you as he adjusted the giant wicker basket he was carrying in the crook of his arm.
Putting his words into action, he suddenly diverted from the trail you had been following, stepping into the thicket and vanishing from sight. With a sceptically raised eyebrow, you went after him, careful not to rip your dress on the protruding twigs and branches.
You already had a complaint on your lips when the scrub suddenly cleared and you found yourself at the edge of the forest. The sight before you took your breath away.
The ground before you fell in a gentle slope to form a shallow natural valley. At the bottom of it was a gigantic wheat field, the ripe, yellow ears swaying gently in the breeze. It seemed to go on endlessly, forming a sea of gold under the deep blue sky.
“Do you like the spot?” Neville asked apprehensively at your silence, but you were to busy taking in the beauty of the place. Flashing him a radiant smile, you grabbed his hand and pulled him along beside you to the edge of the field, your excited laughter ringing in the hazy air.
Poppies and cornflowers were blooming between the wheat plants; Neville bent down, picked a poppy flower and tucked the vibrant red petal behind your ear, planting a quick kiss on your lips in the process.
“Time for a snack,” he grinned at you, making your body tingle with excitement at the prospect.
But once, again, you had apparently misjudged him. Neville turned from you and set down his basket; with a flick of his wand, it opened and a red-and-white chequered picnic blanket, an assortment of fresh fruit and a silver bucket containing a huge, deep green bottle of champagne assembled themselves in front of you.
With another wave, the bucket filled itself with sparkling ice cubes and two crystal flutes appeared in Neville’s hands. He bowed teasingly to you, beckoning to sit down on the blanket; you complied all too willingly.
“I told you, you need a break,” he smiled as he pulled you in for another sweet kiss. “I found this place while I was herb gathering; I’ve been dying to show it to you for the whole of last week.”
He just knew you like no one else did; perhaps even better than yourself. As you enjoyed your picnic with your favourite guy, you felt all of the tension the stressful week had brought with it fall from your shoulders.
The fruit Neville had brought was deliciously sweet and although it wasn’t the wine you had fantasised about earlier, the cold champagne tasted even better, cooling your throat with the gentle tingling of its bubbles.
With the sun burning down on you and your head wonderfully light from the alcohol, you lay on your back and sighed contentedly. You felt a drowsiness wash over you and closed your eyes.
Before you could drift off, however, Neville gently nudged you. You opened one eye again and saw him waving your almost empty glass at you.
“Be a good girl and drink up first, will you?” he laughed.
You propped yourself up onto your elbows and quickly emptied the contents of the delicate flute inside your mouth. You had underestimated the amount of champagne still left however, and quite a few drops of it flowed from the corners of your mouth. They slowly trickled down your chin and finally fell onto the exposed skin of your chest.
You giggled at your clumsiness, but the laughter died in your throat as you became aware of Neville’s changed expression. His gaze had followed the way of the droplets, his usually bright green eyes suddenly dark with desire.
All your weariness instantly forgotten at his salacious gaze, you turned on your side, angling your legs in just the right way to accentuate your curves. Your eyes never leaving his, you brought a hand to your chest, slowly dragging the still lingering drops of champagne across your skin in a deliberate motion.
“Oh dear,” you cooed while innocently fluttering your dark eyelashes at him, “look at the mess I made. If only I had something to clean it up.”
Your teasing whine was enough for Neville. Within the blink of an eye he was on top of you, pushing you down on your back and sealing your lips with a searing kiss. His tongue brushed over your lips but to his surprise, you denied him the entrance he wanted.
He broke away from you for a second and it was all you could do not to moan at the lost contact of your lips. But you had something else in mind.
“Wrong place, lover boy,” you purred over the pounding of your heart. “Try again.”
Neville’s swollen lips curled into a wicked smile. You could feel the heat spread from your chest into the rest of your body as he assessed your face with a wild expression in his usually calm and loving eyes; it made you yearn for his touch even more.
“Very well,” he whispered with a gravelly voice that sent a set of shivers down your spine, “you asked for this.”
You fully expected him to kiss you again, maybe trail down over your neck to find the hot skin between your breasts, but Neville did nothing of the sort. Instead, he ran his thump of the wet trail glistening on your chest with a slight pressure, prompting you to arch your back in his direction.
Ignoring your begging, he licked the champagne of his finger, all the while looking directly on your eyes. He looked so forbiddingly sinful, it made you want to scream.
He grabbed your wrists and pulled you up to get you out of the flimsy dress that was clinging to your skin by now. After he had rid himself of his shirt as well, he pushed you back to the ground, not too gently, but still making sure you didn’t hurt yourself.
He bent over to whisper in your ear, his hot breath ghosting over the sensitive spot behind your earlobe. “You think you can tease me, doll? I’ll show you who does the teasing around here.”
Your mouth went dry at his promise and you bit your lip in anticipation of what was to come.
“Close your eyes,” Neville instructed you. You did as you were told, every nerve in your body alert to the maximum. You gave a little jump as you suddenly felt his lips on your bare stomach, just above your bellybutton.
The touch was gone as quickly as it had appeared; you moaned in frustration but still kept your eyes closed, only to be rewarded with another surprising kiss at the base of your breasts. Another moan escaped your lips as Neville’s tongue traced the outlines of your chest, giving each of your erect nipples a teasing flick before disappearing from your body yet again.
You were burning with the need for his touch by now, but Neville took his time. When you didn’t feel his lips anywhere for longer that what you had expected, you started to fidget around, only to be met with a deep chuckle right beside your face.
“Is my girl growing impatient, huh?”
“Please, Nev, touch me,” you mewled, pressing your thighs together to create the friction you so desperately craved.
He gently pulled your legs apart again, however. “Just wait, darling.”
You groaned in frustration as his hands left your body altogether now. Your eyes were still closed, so you couldn’t hear what Neville was doing, but you heard a metallic clank and a rustle of some sort.
Before your mind could place the sounds, Neville came back to you. You could literally see the dirty grin on his face in front of your inner eye, as he kissed your jawline. His breath trailed down over your neck to your collarbone, where he placed another kiss; he continued that way downwards, his breath ghosting over your skin, only the occasional kiss on the places he knew you were especially sensitive at.
You sighed in relief as you felt his teeth pulling on the fabric of your positively soaked panties, eagerly lifting your hips up to let him pull them off you.
He placed lingering kiss on the inside of your thigh and you wiggled in anticipation of his skilled tongue where you needed it most. But instead, an audible gasp escaped you, as something smooth and almost painfully cold glided over the same spot Neville had just kissed.
Now you knew what the sounds from earlier had been; Neville had equipped himself with some of the ice cubes from the champagne bucket.
“You like that, doll?” he muttered against your thigh, the stubble on his cheeks deliciously scratching the sensitive skin.
The only thing you could manage was a feeble nod and another whimper that quickly turned into a breathy moan as you finally felt the tip of Neville’s tongue on your aching clit.
Good God, this man knew what he was doing; you buried one hand in his hair while the other went to your own head in the desperate need to hold onto something as Neville kitten licked your dripping folds up and down.
The coiled tension in your stomach quickly built up as he continued to lap at you, while he ran another ice cube down the insides of your thighs with the other. The mixture of the heat under your skin and the icy droplets running down your sensitive flesh were enough to drive you insane.
When the ice had melted away, your head started spinning as Neville shifted his head slightly and plunged two of his fingers into you, pumping in and out of you at a steady rhythm that made your hips buck against him. You put one of your feet onto his shoulders to give him better access and had to stifle a cry as he hooked his fingers upward to massage your sweet spot.
It didn’t take long for the knot inside you to burst into a wave of pleasure that took your breath away. Your legs were shaking against Neville’s touch as you relished the high he gave you. You covered your eyes with your hand as stars erupted behind your closed eyelids, painted red from the sun burning down on you.
As you slowly opened them again, you were met with a self-satisfied grin on Neville’s face. His chin was glistening and he casually wiped the traces of you off it with the back of hand; his gaze on you was positively scorching.
“You don’t think we’re done here, do you, flower?” he growled, as he quickly rid himself of the little clothing he had left on his body. “You look way too delicious, being totally wrecked like that by me.”
The combination of his authoritative voice and the hard cock in his hand was enough to replace any drowsiness you felt from your orgasm with the urgent desire to have him filling you up right here and now.
Still sensitive from your last high, you shuddered at the sweet pain as Neville leaned over you, teasingly circling your entrance with the tip of his cock.
“Are you ready for me, doll? Want to make me feel good?”
You wrapped your legs around him and pulled him closer for an answer; you were too breathless for any coherent words anyway.
A groan escaped Neville’s lips and his eyes fluttered close for a moment as he entered you and waited for you to adjust to him.
He started slowly rocking into you, his broad back blocking out the blinding rays of the sun. You quickly found a rhythm that suited you both; it wasn’t as fast and relentless as usual, rather slow and deliberate, but every thrust of Neville’s hips was strong and deep, shaking you to the core.
Your senses were reduced to your laboured breaths, only mixed with moans of pleasure and the feeling of his heated skin under your fingers as you dug your nails into his bare shoulders for support. The world around you started spinning as you felt your next high approach, a whirl of colours of golden wheat and blue sky.
It wouldn’t take you much longer to cum a second time and you clung your legs tighter around Neville, burying your face in the crook of his neck. Without another warning, the coil inside you snapped, flooding you with sweet agony as you trembled in his arms. You weren’t able to form any thoughts anymore, the only thing falling from your lips was Neville’s name over and over again.
The desperate sounds you made and the sensation of your muscles tightening around his cock proved to be too much for Neville as well. With a deep growl, he gripped your arm so hard it almost hurt as his own orgasm shook him; you felt his hips buck against yours as he rode out his high to the maximum.
When your eyes met again, the fire that darkened them before had died down and was replaced by a look of pure adoration and love.
Neither of you spoke for a moment; the way Neville’s lips lingered on yours as he bent down to kiss you lovingly spoke for itself.
He got off you after yet another gentle kiss, falling on his back with an exhausted but content sigh. You snuggled up to him, relishing in the feeling of ultimate closeness you shared.
The two of you lay there for a long time, watching the clouds float in the sky above you until it started turning red, the light of the setting sun igniting the sky into an explosion of orange, pink and red above the golden fields surrounding you.
You were on the verge of falling asleep in Neville’s arm when a sudden thought hit you; you jerked upright. “I got it!” you exclaimed in excitement while Neville raised a wondering eyebrow at you, “I finally know how to finish my project!”
The low chuckle he gave you as he pulled you down to him again filled you with the same explosion of butterflies that had never quite left you ever since you had met him.
“That’s good to hear,” he murmured against your hair. “I knew you just needed a proper break.”
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The idea of Tom not knowing how to ride a bike (because of obvious circumstances) has been on my mind for SO long, and I can’t write, so could you be so kind and write a bit on Hermione teaching him…pretty please.
A/N: thanks for the prompt! This was a bit fluffier than I usually write for Tomione, so it very much belongs in a non-Dark-Lord AU, but I just love the idea of Hermione realizing all the child-hood stuff Tom missed out on at the orphanage & deciding to fix that. Meanwhile, Tom doesn't realize there's a whole list.
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“This is ridiculous.”
Hermione only rolls her eyes. She’s learned by now not to take the things Tom says at face value. Like how he once told her that “muggle science is a pale imitation of what magic can accomplish” when, in reality, he grudgingly admires the tenacity of muggles in going to space when wizards have never considered it.
No matter how much he complains, the truth is, if Tom didn’t want to be here, he wouldn’t be.
“Feet on the pedals,” she orders, and he shoots her a defiant glare before complying. “You know how to brake?”
Tom sighs. “You’ve only told me a hundred times.”
“Then just go,” she says, giving the back of the seat—where she’s had a firm grip to keep him from tipping over—a good push. “It’s easier to keep your balance while you’re moving.”
He starts pedaling, a little hesitantly, the bicycle wobbling as he struggles to find the proper way to distribute his weight. Hermione jogs along side to maintain the illusion that she’s still holding on, much in the way her own father did when he taught her to ride a bike for the first time, but it’s just that—an illusion. A trick to give Tom the confidence of having a safety net in case he starts to tip over.
She hasn’t told him yet that falling is a part of learning, that scraped palms and bruised knees come with the territory.
She slows down, lets him keep pedaling ahead, and only after he’s several paces ahead—and doing fine on his own—does he realize that she’s no longer beside him. His head jerks around to find her, bike wobbling dangerously in the process.
“Hermione—” he snaps, affronted, but then the bike is tipping and he’s scrambling to find his footing before he falls over completely. He does manage to right himself, though she can already tell he’s going to be spitting and snarling by the time he makes his way back to her, but that’s alright.
While he’s distracted, she pulls a piece of notebook paper out of her pocket, unfolds it carefully and draws a line through “Learn to Ride a Bike.” Her eyes flicker over the list. Some of the items will have to wait for winter—like “Build a Snowman” or “Make Homemade Cocoa”—but when her eyes land on “Roast Marshmallows,” she smiles. That, they can do tonight.
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One of the major flaws of HTTYD 3 in comparison to its predecessors is how childish the movie felt. The first two movies had the occasional joke but were still extremely mature in their storytelling. Have you read the article "Dreamworks execs have an incredible reason for why their films are unpopular" ? It came out a year after the second movie, and explains why they dumbed down the third.
It’s an interesting article and I’ve always thought there was some truth in the opinion: to their detriment, DreamWorks’ latest films haven’t focused on the creatively wild, often more mature spark that made things like How to Train Your Dragon, The Croods, Rise of the Guardians, Megamind, or The Prince of Egypt quality films. As the article writer notes:
Animated films, if anything, attract a much broader audience of older children, teens, and adults than they ever did in the Eighties and Nineties. Ironically, DreamWorks’s own films in the 2000s played a significant role in expanding the public’s perception about animated features. Now, DreamWorks is betting against its own history as they try to get back on track.
That said. Many of the earliest DreamWorks productions have a somewhat mature appeal to them, but I feel like DreamWorks has long played the game of wide audience appeal commercialism. For a period of time, they balanced their “artistic” or “venturesome” films against their “safer cash” films. The fluffier Turbo was released just one year before HTTYD2; Kung Fu Panda 3 and The Boss Baby were released a year apart, too. There was a sense of balance, letting the fluffier, probably more kid-appealing films earn money, while allowing them to take risks on more unique ventures. I’m not sure if that was their actual strategy, but regardless: balance of maturity. (And for the record, calling some DreamWorks movies “fluffier” is not intended to be an insult; I myself love their Mr. Peabody & Sherman).
And I think the reason I was so hardcore on board the DreamWorks train is that, whether it was an ill-conceived mistake (Shark Tale) or a big “what the fuck” (Bee Movie) or feeling somewhat adult (Antz), DreamWorks was willing to take those risks. DreamWorks was willing to be quirky. And DreamWorks was willing to put heart into everything; Mr. Peabody & Sherman definitely has heart to it, as does Home, as does Turbo from what I remember (only saw that one once).
I feel like advertisements for Trolls and The Boss Baby is where my friendship circles started to feel less enthused about DreamWorks. At that point, I saw some trust failing for DreamWorks’ creative direction - that DreamWorks was dumbing down their movies for children rather than making fluff family films with heart. The key phrase is “dumbing down.” There’s a huge difference between writing children’s stories and dumbing down for children. And that’s what this article writer was calling out, too.
Ghibli movies are written for children. Disney 2D animated films bring awe to children. How to Train Your Dragon understood that lots of its audience members would be children. But you breathe life into a quality story that children and adults can enjoy! Making a bunch of crappy jokes dumbed down to children is stuff like... at its worst... Norm of the North. When you’re making something shoddier, with half-assed fart jokes, because of an implicit idea children’s media doesn’t have to be as quality... because children allegedly aren’t going to notice quality... that’s where we run into problems.
Now, I’m not going to say whether or not I think DreamWorks has actually begun dumbing down its films. I know that’s the impression in my peer group. I know that’s an impression I’ve felt inside my heart, too. But I haven’t seen Trolls or Trolls World Tour or The Boss Baby so I can’t judge. But I think it’s safe to say there has been a gradual shift over time. And that escalated post-2014, where we got this from DreamWorks execs:
…the company's slate changes are more realistic/in-tune with the evolution in changes in the box office market as the 2012-2014 film challenges were tied to films which skewed older right as the box office began to see changes whereby animation demand was increasingly skewing younger as kids began to age out of the genre earlier. While we view the ability to reduce P&A as more difficult given the need to advertise to two distinct groups (kids and moms), the combination of both cost reductions in production and a younger skewing slate, do position the slate better in our view.
And my impression is it’s escalated lately (but I only have a small sample size of films, so I take what I say with a grain of salt). I remember during the NBCUniversal acquisition in 2016, fans feared DreamWorks would lose its sometimes mature, sometimes quirky heart. That the company would be in a downfall state for quality.
I had hoped that HTTYD3 might be a bastion against efforts to commercialize with cash-easy, not-as-heart-ful “kid” appeals. THW grossing a lot of money could help leadership remember that diverse audiences, not tiny children, can and do watch animated films - 3D animation’s just not a guaranteed success because it’s a more saturated market. It could at least let the tradition of some DreamWorks gutsier creative films perpetuate.
And I do think that THW doesn’t have as many problems as, say, The Boss Baby probably does, when it comes to “kid-specific appeal”. I feel like the tone in THW has a middle ground. THW was never going to be as dark as HTTYD2; DeBlois made that clear since the release of HTTYD2; but I do think there might have been an effort to lighten tone in places (ergo the large number of gag jokes that cluttered the film). There’s absolutely mature ideas inside THW: the concept of parting ways with someone you love because it’s better for both of you... that’s meaty... that’s something that even adults grapple with. Hiccup’s flashbacks with Stoick have the simple but in-depth storytelling mood I know of the How to Train Your Dragon brand. So I would phrase it as it’s not a case of complete dumbing down so much as it is some imperfect tonal choices and plot focuses (too much spotlighting on the Light Fury romance, for instance, and not weeding out an excessive amount of jokes... that again... cluttered the film). The first two HTTYD movies feel like carefully honed storytelling, capturing the essence of what their story needed. The third needed tonal and content reorganization. The presentation of stakes and plot progression weren’t on par with the first two films. The Hiccup-Toothless separation didn’t pack a hard punch to me because the steps we took to get to the end weren’t the tonal footsteps we needed.
There’s a reason I charged to theatres the weekend Abominable released (mind, this was before the map controversy over the film came out). I was hoping Abominable could be a DreamWorks film with art and heart. And you know? I think that Abominable was one draft short of being *INCREDIBLE*. The problem is it was one draft short. It stayed superficial instead of diving into the meat. The plot pacing was slow because we didn’t get into the meat, the characterization felt awkwardly paced and whiplashy because it didn’t get into the meat, and the humor felt childish rather than taking full advantage of things like character relations. But the inside heart - the inside potential - of Abominable is monumental. It’s still not a bad film! If they’d gotten that next draft, Pearl and DreamWorks could have had a piece on par with Megamind and The Croods. I absolutely believe that. If I had time, I would rewrite Abominable in fanfiction and show how much potential this thing had.
DreamWorks is no longer a young studio exploring whatever the crap it wants because it’s the new guy finding his voice or rebelling against the other voice. DreamWorks is an established powerhouse. And with establishment comes a certain degree of safety-playing and standardization of content. I don’t expect we’ll get as many wild tone shifts as Bee Movie (11/2007) to Kung Fu Panda (6/2008) or How to Train Your Dragon 2 (6/2014) to freaking Penguins of Madagascar (11/2014).
That’s not to say DreamWorks does or doesn’t make quality films. I admit I don’t have high hopes on some things like The Boss Baby 2. I do have my fingers crossed for The Wizards of Once; I hoooope that DreamWorks can treat TWOO as they did HTTYD... something with simple, powerful, overflowing, artistic heart.
Who knows. Guess we’ll see.
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“be still my foolish heart”
Fandom: The Witcher (2019)
Paring: Geralt of Rivia x Fem!POC Reader.
Summary: More moments, a gift, and a soft goodbye.
Warnings: Mature/18+ - brief mention of sex/heavy petting. Still a pair of foul-mouthed little darlings. Somehow also fluffier and sweeter than yesterday’s bit (sorry/not sorry @owillofthewisps​).
A/N: Y’all seemed to be down with the smash-up fic, so here, have another! Given that leaving the house is pretty much impossible right now, I’m going to see how much stuff I can churn out until this quarantine is lifted. You’re welcome. Title and lyrics below the cut snatched from “Almost (Sweet Music)” by Hozier.
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I came in from the outside, burned out from a joy ride She likes to roll here in my ashes anyway
Beady, black eyes stare at you. Frozen in place, you hardly dare to breathe, bar rag clutched in a pale-knuckled grip. Slow, carefully, you stand from your crouch behind the bar and begin twisting the rag around itself into a makeshift weapon. 
“Don’t move,” you mutter to your foe. “Don’t you dare, you little  – “
 The brown spider sprints at you.
 You shriek.
 Over the piercing echo of your abject terror, you hear Geralt shout your name. A door upstairs slams. The Witcher finds you seated on the bar top with a look on your face like you’ve seen an alghoul. “What the fuck – “
 “Kill it,” you hiss and point in the general direction of the fiend. “Ger’, please kill it or I’m burning this fucking place to the ground.”
 Stunned silence, and then a long sigh. “Where’d it go?”
 “Behind that cask of red.” Your voice edges towards a childish whine as you thrust the bar rag towards him, “Geralt, please.”
 Geralt muscles himself over the bar with ease. Muttering to himself, the white-haired mutant moves the cask of wine out of his way to dispatch your mortal enemy with a sharp smack of his palm. You make your way back to the floor and try to get your pulse to slow. Geralt wipes smashed spider from his hand with your rag and you breathe a sigh until he tries to hand the bug-rag back to you; you recoil as if the eight-legged beastie were sitting on his hand.
 “Nope,” you insist. “In the bin. Or the fire – don’t care, not touching it.”
 Geralt snorts. “Sweetheart, what do you do when I’m not here?”
 “Make someone else kill them.”
 “I have seen you face down drunks twice your size.”
 “They don’t have eight legs and fangs, asshole.”
 “… The proper response is ‘thank you’, sweetheart.”
 “Thank you. Asshole.”
 Geralt arches a brow and sucks his teeth. You smirk back until he lunges at you – the sudden movement startles a yelp out of you. You’re pinned to the bar top before you can curse him. Deft fingers prod at your ribs and underarms while you howl with laughter and try to unsuccessfully wriggle free. There are tears streaming down your face by the time he manages to torment you into apologizing.
 _-_-_-_-_
 The note reads:
 ‘Get rid of that shit whetstone in the kitchen already.
Keep your damned knives honed, or you’ll cut off a finger.
I’ll be back in a few weeks. – G ‘
 Bossy prick.
 You’re a little surprised by Geralt’s penmanship – he writes well, letters small and even. You grin as you tuck the note into your apron and open the box you’d found on your desk. The whetstones inside are high quality, better than the one you have now. One is a large, solid block, nearly as long as your forearm; it means you can finally get rid of that overpriced river rock that sits on your counter.
 The other stone is smaller. You reckon it would sit comfortably in the palm of your hand and do well with the blade that is currently sheathed in your boot. Wrapped around the small stone is a soft cloth – it keeps a small bottle of honing oil tucked against the whetstone. Smiling fondly, you pull your dirk from its place and unwrap the smaller of the two whetstones. Geralt’s instruction is fresh in your mind and you go through each motion with a novice’s care.
 By some miracle, you don’t even nick a knuckle.
 _-_-_-_-_
 Geralt kisses like a tidal wave – insistent, unrelenting, and eager to pull you under. It would be a good death, you think, as the hot swipe of his tongue against yours pulls a shiver up your spine. You sigh into his mouth and feel him grin against yours.
 “I thought you were leaving,” you gasp.
 “Was,” he grunts. “Am. Soon.”
 You snicker. He smothers the sound with his lips, but you feel him huff out a laugh of his own. You nip at him, worry the softness of his bottom lip with your teeth, and are rewarded with a rumbling growl. The Witcher tightens his grip on your waist and begins to shuffle you away from the stable door. There’s a brief jostle when he sits on a nearby hay bale, then a tug that has you stumbling into his lap with a squeak and a laugh.
 He lets you ease back, panting for breath, only to dart in and press his face against your throat. Blunt teeth catch along your pulse; Geralt chuckles when you moan into his hair.
 “This is not leaving,” you groan. “What, you wanted to literally roll me in the hay before you skip town?”
 Geralt trails his smiling mouth up the line of your throat. His teeth nip at your earlobe. “Maybe,” he mumbles, then hmms when you rock your hips into him. “Yes. Definitely.”
 With a low growl, the Witcher sets himself on the soft bit of skin below your ear. Nibbling and biting, he brings blood to the surface in a deep red bruise until you swear and yank him in for another kiss. He sprawls onto his back in the hay and then rolls until you’re curled under him with your skirts around your hips. Your fingers tear open the buttons on his trousers.
 His slip between your legs. The teasing pressure pulls a rough gasp from behind your tongue.
 “Hurry,” you whisper on a breathless laugh. “Before someone wanders in.”
 He has to press his hand over your mouth to keep you quiet.
 After, he helps you stand on your shaky legs and plucks the hay out of your hair. It would be almost gentlemanly, if it weren’t for the smirk on his handsome face. You meet his sly gaze and feel your cheeks go hot. “Don’t look so smug,” you mutter.
 “Never.”
 You shove at his shoulder. The Witcher rumbles a warning and pulls you into his chest. He kisses you once more – hungry, and hot, and so damned sweet that it makes your toes curl in your boots. You’re both panting and desperate again in no time.
 “Gods be damned – no, stop it,” you groan – when you shove again Geralt lets you, chuckling when he stumbles back a step. “Come on, you need to move. Go on. Get out of here before I change my mind.”
 Golden eyes spark back at you, all cocky mischief as you blush and laugh. You follow Geralt to Roach’s stall, watch him make the final preparations to the mare’s saddle – attaching the bed roll and the pack of provisions you’ve wrapped for him. He digs through one of the saddle bags for a moment, then goes still.
 “I ah… I have something for you,” he mutters.
 You arch a brow at him when he turns to crowd your space again with something clutched in his hand. He clears his throat roughly, and his bright gaze drops to the toes of his boots as he holds up his gift. Your breathe steals out on a soft ‘oh’ - in his palm lays a necklace boasting a slim, curved fang. It’s been buffed to a matte ivory sheen and hangs on a simple leather chord. Polished cherrywood beads frame either side of the small bit of bone.
 “What kind of tooth is it?” you murmur.
 “It’s, uh. It’s a wolf’s.”
 Oh.
 You try to swallow, but there’s a thickness in the back of your throat that makes it difficult. Geralt lets you take the necklace from his hand, and you run your thumb over the smooth trinket. When you glance up, the Witcher now seems to be studying the hem of your skirt with a single-minded intensity, and the twitch of his jaw tells you he’s biting his tongue. 
“Geralt,” you whisper.
 He glances up. You smile as you meet his gaze and tie the leather chord around your neck. The fang sits just bellow the hollow of your throat, cool at first, but slowly warming to the temperature of your skin. Geralt stares at the necklace for a moment. He presses his lips together, but not before you see the corner of his soft mouth twitch upward. With a shameless grin of your own, you step into him and wind your arms around his waist, balancing on tip-toe to brush the tip of your nose over his. The Witcher lets out a low, satisfied murmur of an exhale – the pad of his thumb sweeps gently up the apple of your cheek.
 “Go on, darling,” you tell him softly. “I’ll be here when you get home.”
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Oh, so like, they they can kinda,, Feel them, but painlessly? Assuming I’m understanding correctly- Like, there’s pressure, but it isn’t overwhelming??? I’m sorry I’m very tired and I don’t always understand well asdfghjkl,, But I DO understand that everyone knows Dazai is Dramatic, on and off the stage. It’s just How He Is and it’s hilarious. To be fair, it balances itself out with Oda’s big brother instinct rather well~ (Nyanon, 1/8)
Anyways, rocks are cool and I may or may not not have had a geology phase as a kid,, Also what kinda personality do you think a fusion of Dazai and Atsushi would have? I always think stuff like that is cool and I can’t stop thinking about it,, Especially because their outlooks are so different? Like, constant suicide attempts versus an adoration of the act of living- How do you think that’d work? How would that combine with, like, imploding or something? (Nyanon, 2/8)
Like, they think being alive is great, but they don’t deserve it, because their poor senses of self also fused??? I’m sorry I’m a nerd ignore meee- AND AAAHHH IM GLAD YOU LOVE IT CHUUATSU IS PROBABLY DAMN NEAR TIED WITH DAZATSU FOR ME BECAUSE,, THE POTENTIAL,,, Anyways, I could see Atsushi and Akutagawa being friends here!!! Both because of ages, like you said, but also because they’re seen as the next coming of Chuuya and Dazai so they end up working together a lot. (Nyanon, 3/8)
Of course, without the motivation of “Dazai’s Subordinate” Akutagawa had in canon (and BEAST but that’s another painful story), I think they’d get along much better. As for Dazai,, see I’m very torn because on the one hand I have a darker version of things where he ends up the villain because he goes Full Unhealthy Yandere for the For Atsushi because he’s Interesting and Nice, An seems he rarely gets either of those things, much less both, but. (Nyanon, 4/8)
I also have a fluffier version where they meet be chance, and Dazai doesn’t realize that Atsushi is Chuuya’s “amazingly adorable, better than you could ever do” new apprentice, and Atsushi doesn’t realize that Dazai is Chuuya’s “awful, bandage wasting mackerel that you shouldn’t associate with” partner. Shenanigans ensue when they somehow manage to become friends (and yes, in the version, Dazai is nicer to Akutagawa when he becomes his mentor because. Fluff. (Nyanon, 5/8)
It’s mafia but I want Fluff, damnit). Anyways yeah Chuuya can and will Throw Hands if Dazai so much as suggests anything abusive in Atsushi’s general direction. But, my rambling aside, here’s the next AU Concept: I call it the In the Beginning AU, and in it, Atsushi and one or two others are primordial deities from before their universe really existed? Only for Atsushi to nearly get killed by something that woke up when they started experimenting with their abilities. (Nyanon, 6/8)
Meanwhile, his partner(s) got severely injured, and all of them lost their memories and became human. I’m not certain of too much yet, outside of the primordials being based around the “Who/What/Where/When/Why” and the Bad Thing being the “How.” What they’re called, however, is more along the lines of “Us/This/Here/Now,” though I haven’t figured out the equivalent for Why and How yet... I’m tired hush. Anyways, some of the associations are cemented. (Nyanon, 7/8)
For example, Here and Now are Space and Time respectively, and Here is Atsushi before his memories left. I’m just torn on everything else, and who and what they’d be? Thoughts??? (Nyanon, 8/8)
yes theres pressure but painless!!and dont worry about it we all are there i mean im tired and doing my assignment rn AAAAAAAAAAAAA
a fusion of dazai and atsushi?? they would probably love living but not think theyre worth it and will probably be extremely polite and uptight with people they barely know but have the usual dazai antics around people theyre very close to (and shush im a nerd tOO)
I LIKE THE FLUFFIER VERSION MORE NGL- it would be so dramatic like romeo and juliet but in the end chuuya is like “*hard aggressive sighing* F I N E,,,,but if you FUCKING treat my baby wrong ill KILL you”
oh God okay okay lemme gather my Thoughts Here,,,,,us could be the,,,,Creations?? creations made?? and then Who/What/Where/When/Why i really have no clue there bro im so sorry
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shadowsong26fic · 3 years
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🎢 - the devoted?
🎢- Were there any scenes you were nervous about? For audience reception or otherwise?
I’m not sure ‘nervous’ is exactly the right word? But, IIRC, Chapter 12 took a while to get right--the part that, in my draft, was subtitled ‘Obi-Wan and Padme Cannot Ethically Seduce Anakin.’ Mostly because that kind of scene is always awkward, it can super easily be incredibly heavy-handed and not come across the way I want. I think It turned out about as well as it could have, but, yeah, that took some Work.
Other than that, there aren’t any specific scenes I was worried about, but a couple of more...general things? For example...like...the whole fic was a little bit out of my wheelhouse, lol. Even when I do ship-focused stuff, I generally prefer to work with established relationships rather than writing courtship/getting-together narratives, and for the most part I prefer to work with largely-gen epics where romantic relationships obviously inform the characters/story but aren’t necessarily The Main Plot, y’know? And, like, I’ve done it--there’s this fic, obviously; there’s Deja Vu, there’s a couple of giftfics I’ve written--but I generally prefer skip writing that part and deal with the couple as Established and focus on other storylines.
I was also concerned about the pacing, and balancing the action bits (the heist sequence!) with the Pining and Melodrama with the fluffier bits; balancing the three arms of the OT3 and not neglecting Ahsoka’s relationship with Anakin (one thing I think I could’ve done better was putting a little more into her relationships with Obi-Wan and Padme, which were mostly off-screen...but, then again, would that have thrown off the pacing, lol). Also, I did a fair bit of background/worldbuilding work (I should write up into more actual fics in the universe at some point, lol...), so I was also a little concerned about making sure that information got in there without feeling awkward/infodumpy/etc.
There was also some self-indulgent stuff thrown in there, and while I’m more or less at a point in my fandom life where I’ve stopped feeling guilty about that, there’s still a little bit of nerves when I put things that fall into that category out to the public. Whether it’s with OCs, or particular tropes/storylines/etc. that appeal to me, or what.
But, yeah. This fic, as a whole, I felt pretty solid about all the way through? It was one of the easier ones to actually write, once I sat down to do it, and by the time I was posting it, I don’t think I was super nervous about reception. The title took For Ever and ended up being semi-crowdsourced, though XD. Or at least I took a poll once I had it narrowed down to a few options. (The actual title came from the running themes of Duty and Obligation --> Devotion and the consensus was The Devoted sounded better than The Devoted Ones or a couple of other variants I came up with. I also considered some quotes/song lyrics/etc. Titles are hard...)
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falseroar · 4 years
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The Light Keeper (Part 1)
((Story: William and his friend are finally ready to make the leap from sea to shore. It’s all William has ever wanted, but their last night together in the water may ruin all those carefully laid plans.
Warnings: mentions of blood and a shark attack.
A while back I kind of promised a fluffier fic to balance out the story I posted yesterday, and despite what it sounds like, this is it. This is another WKM Mer AU, a one shot completely unrelated to yesterday’s story, although there are some common elements like the “every step on land feels like knives” thing that I borrowed from Hans Christian Anderson’s The Little Mermaid. It’s a one shot that, um, managed to double in size when I rewrote it, so I’ll actually be posting it in two parts today to make it a little easier to read. Oh! And if anyone is curious, William and the others like him have mer forms based off of nurse sharks, which are apparently pretty chill, tend to stay in one place, and hang out in groups during the day while hunting alone at night, with only larger sharks to worry about.
Part 2 is up now.))
The mer sighed, his thick gray tail stirring the water of the underwater cave as he lay with his head resting on his arms, eyes scanning the rocky surface of the bay’s bottom outside and down below. There was movement in the water, as always, the flash of silver as schools of fish dipped in and out of the current, the waving streams of kelp that together with the brightly colored coral served to hide those not willing to venture out into the open water.
And past all of that, the sudden drop that marked the end of the bay and the start of the vast and dark depths of the ocean.
Here, alone, he felt the sting of just how quiet these waters were now. Sure, there were boats on most days, trailing their nets in the water or dropping those silly-looking traps down, but even today there were no shadows cutting through the waves overhead. 
He’d already lost count of how many days it had been since the others moved on, in search of less dangerous waters, not helped by how many times he had drifted in and out of sleep those first few days. There were stories that there had been more mer in these waters, back before the humans settled the bay, but even he could remember when his people weren’t the only ones in these waters, when others from up and down the coast would stop by in their migrations.
Now it was just him and the one he spent every day watching and waiting for, quietly afraid that today would be the day they failed to return.
They were just so…small.
It was the first thought that crossed William’s mind that night, when he spotted the unfamiliar shape moving among the forest of kelp. And fast, he realized when the distant figure froze at his shout before taking off toward the rocks.
He tried to keep up, but by the time he reached the other side of the bay, all he could see was a pair of eyes staring back at him from deep within a crevasse that he would have thought too tight for even one of the young mer to fit in.
“Shh, I’m not going to hurt you,” he had said, but they just pulled further back into the darkness and refused to answer until he gave up and swam away.
Except then he was on the lookout, always keeping an eye on that side of the bay when he ventured out to hunt. He was more than willing to keep his distance, if it meant getting a better idea of the stranger in the bay with a tail and coloration unlike any he had seen before.
“A migrater, probably from up the river that feeds into the bay,” one of the elders of the group had said, when William brought it up. “They move from saltwater to fresh and back again, but I’ve never heard of one on their own before.”
The other elders had looked uneasy at that, sharing a few possible theories, but William had stopped listening at that point. He didn’t waste any time going back to the crevasse, and to the surprise of both the other mer and himself he managed to get halfway in with only a bit of a struggle.
“Have you ever touched grass?!”
If William had been the sort of mer given to thinking things through, he might have realized how terrifying it might be to have a strange and much larger mer forcing his way into your shelter, but then he also might never have heard the stranger speak.
“…What?”
“Grass? The green stuff that just pops out of the ground, like kelp, but it’s…Well, I haven’t seen any up close, but it looks different, does it feel different? Upriver, did you ever see any humans? Did they ever see you?”
Confused, the stranger had slowly answered his questions. Yes, they had touched grass, no, it didn’t feel like kelp. Yes, they had seen humans, but they had always been careful to never be seen.
Of course, that just opened the floodgates for even more questions, some of which the stranger knew the answer to, others they just shrugged at. Until, finally, just as William was about to leave and hunt for the night, it occurred to him to ask one more question.
“What’s your name?”
“…Y/N.”
“I’m William,” he said, reaching an arm into the crevasse to envelop their hand in his own. “I’ll be back tomorrow night, okay?”
Before they could answer, he was swimming away.
That’s how it went for a few months, with the strange new mer gradually opening up and even venturing out to swim around the bay with William, although they never strayed out for long at night. They listened as he told them what little he had been able to learn about the humans of the bay by watching them, listening in to their conversations on the boats or even on the docks of the town when he ventured close enough.
“One day I’m going to go up there,” William had said one night, as they floated on the surface.
Y/N wrenched their eyes away from the rotating light of the tall tower that stood apart from the town, on a patch of rock that jutted out between the edge of the bay and the sea beyond, and followed his gaze to the town itself. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, but how?”
“There’s a deep, deep water mer, in the rift where the sun does not reach,” William said, pointing in what he thought might be roughly the right direction. “It’s said that if you’re brave enough and determined enough, you can make a deal with that mer for anything. Including a spell to walk on land. Of course, you have to have something worth offering in exchange, or else I would already be gone.”
“I’m glad you’re still here,” Y/N had said, surprising William. Before he could answer, they scrunched up their nose and asked, “But deep water mer, aren’t they…”
“Absolutely massive, I’ve heard,” William said. He grinned at the smaller mer and added, “They’d probably snap you up as a snack.”
They had shoved him away (or tried to), protesting that they weren’t that much smaller than him, and the conversation had devolved into a bunch of jokes until they gave up and swam away. At the time, neither of them could have imagined that it would be Y/N who ventured down into the rift.
Now, William rose up, visible joy and relief spreading across his face as he spotted the blue of his friend’s tail, the dark shape sticking close to the sand and rocks as they swam. As soon as they reached his cave, William swept them up into a hug.
“William!” They struggled, but not much and certainly not enough to free their self from his hold. “Do you really have to do this every time?”
“I missed you,” he said, only relaxing his grip a little but apparently still enough for them to slip away. “How did it go? Tell me everything!”
They tried not to, but he saw their smile at the now familiar words. Before answering, they swam into the cave and came to rest on the mossy floor with a tired sigh.
“First things first, how is your fin doing?”
“Good enough I don’t think I should have to just stay in this cave all the time,” William answered, but he turned so they could get a good look.
It had been a regular day, dozing on and off with the others, before there was a scream and a flash of blood in the water. Their shelter had always felt safe, but with the snapping and lunging jaws at the entrance it suddenly seemed like a deathtrap.
William didn’t remember deciding, or even thinking before he surged forward and tackled the predator, rough skin tearing at his own as he locked arms around the thrashing body and pulled it away so the others had a chance to flee. He did remember the pain though, when both bodies slammed into the rock and suddenly those terrible, hungry jaws turned on him and tore into his pectoral fin.
Y/N carefully removed the makeshift kelp bandage and studied the wound before admitting, “It does look a lot better.”
“Thanks to you,” William said, and they just shrugged.
Like they hadn’t been the first mer he saw after waking up, covered in bruises and scratches after having somehow fended off that great white shark who had found its way into their waters. Like they hadn’t silently decided to stay with him, allowing the others to move on down the coast. Like they hadn’t tended to his wounds, day after day. Like they hadn’t hunted for him to make sure he had enough to eat. Like they hadn’t returned one day after venturing down into the darkness of the rift, trembling and with their hair sheared off, but bearing two identical shell necklaces on two separate strings.
“I think everything might finally be ready,” they said as they closed their eyes. “According to the deep water mer, that pair of ‘scissors’ was the last of the payment. That, and explaining that the humans call them ‘scissors’ and not ‘two sharp blades working as one.’ Still don’t know what all of that stuff is for, but it’s the last time I’ll have to go down there.”
William ran a hand over the back of their head, feeling the rough edges where their hair had only just started to grow back, and felt them shudder but lean into the touch.
“I should have helped,” he said, not for the first time.
“Going up there is…Walking hurts, William, even when you’re not wounded. That’s why the deep water mer said—”
“That I had to wait until my fin was healed,” William finished. “Y/N, please, I’m ready!”
“…Tomorrow,” they said, closing their eyes once again. “Just let me rest, and tomorrow we can…”
“Leave.” William felt a thrill at those words, but something in his voice made the other mer raise their head and look at him.
“You could still try to find the others,” they said. “It might take time, but we know what direction they went. Are you sure this is what you want to do?”
“Am I sure?! Do you know how long I’ve dreamed of this? Even if—even if I thought I could ever swim like I used to, I don’t want to just find another place to settle down and spend my whole life in. I want to see the world, Y/N, and the deep sea…” William’s fingers brushed his fin and he winced. “Well, it’s never where I really wanted to go, is it?”
They relaxed at that, and William realized they had been worried for him, yet again. After all, they hadn’t asked before venturing down into the rift, most likely because they knew he would never have let them go on their own. He also realized that he wasn’t the only one whose life was about to change.
“What about you?”
“…It’s not like I have anything worth staying down here for,” they said. “Besides, someone has to make sure you stay out of trouble.”
“But isn’t there something you want to go on land for?” William pressed. “You’ve been up there several times now, is there anything worth leaving the water for?”
They took so long to answer that William began to fear there wasn’t going to be an answer, until they said, “It’s…beautiful, in a different way than the water. It hurts to walk, but feeling the grass under your feet makes it feel worth every step. And the music…”
They stopped, smiling at some memory, and William felt the tension easing in his chest. Enough to tease, “Now, I remember there was something about a way to get rid of that pain. What was it again…?”
Y/N turned their head away, but William just swam to their other side and pressed his face close to theirs until they answered. “True love’s kiss can make the spell permanent and banish the pain of leaving your world behind. Apparently.”
He cracked up into a laugh at their expression and the less than enthusiastic way they said it, same way the deep water mer did when they learned that particular part of the spell.
“So, have you found any dashing princes up above?” William asked. “Any fetching ladies catch your eye?”
“William.”
“At least tell me you’ve learned the light keeper’s name.”
“No, I haven’t.”
“Then what have you even been doing up there?!”
“Getting what we need to survive,” they said, using their tail to push him away. “You keep this up, and I won’t tell you where I hid the clothes.”
“Joke’s on you, you already told me,” William said. They had explained how they had found a place near the shore to hide money and clothing, both of which they had been surprised to find was so easy to obtain in exchange for a few dozen pearls, although neither could figure out why the human in question would want so many.
“Like you were actually listening.”
“I wonder how it works if your true love isn’t a person,” William mused.
Y/N tried not to, but eventually gave in and asked, “Want to explain what that’s supposed to mean?”
“What if my true love is adventure, is exploration, is a little bit of madness every now and then? How am I supposed to kiss that?”
“Carefully.”
William chuckled, and as silence started to descend upon the cave an idea struck him.
“…Let’s swim up to the surface.”
“What? Please, William, I’m so tired—”
“But this could be our last night like this!” William shook their arm as gently as he could. “We can look at the stars together.”
“There aren’t any stars, there’s a storm coming in.”
“Even better!” William tried shaking them again, but they just groaned. “Come on, you love riding the waves. And maybe we’ll see someone?”
His encouraging tone did little to stir the other mer, and after a minute or so William decided it was time for desperate measures.
“Wha—William!”
Y/N’s eyes shot open as they felt the shell necklace go up and over their head, but the other mer just gave them a smile before leaving the cave. As he expected, it didn’t take long for them to catch up and start swimming circles around him as he ascended, eyes on the necklace clenched tight in his hand.
“Be careful with that!”
William answered by putting the necklace on to go with his own before catching the small mer in his arms. “Come on, we should see how your ‘true love’ is doing! Do you think he’ll be wearing the yellow again?”
“He’s not my true love, I don’t even know anything about him,” they protested.
“I know he looks like a clownfish in that getup,” William said.
“He does not! …He looks like a yellow tang.”
William laughed and pulled his friend up with him, until they both surfaced in the midst of huge waves that drew the water up before sending it crashing down, the roar of the swell almost as loud as the wind and thunder overhead. A bolt of lightning split the sky and William felt Y/N’s grip on his hand tighten.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” he said, or tried to, but he wasn’t sure if they could hear his voice over the noise. Still, they followed his lead and together they swam along, occasionally allowing themselves to be picked up and carried along with a wave that upon impact would leave both of them spinning along in its currents before another tried to drag them in. Above and below the water, they could hear each other’s laughter, enjoying the ride and the sudden shifts from air to water and back again
In the middle of the bay though, away from the rocks, the waves weren’t quite as rough and the two mer were able to tread water and watch the light spin around the top of the strange tower, illuminating the bay and the sea out beyond.
“Do you think there any ships out there?” William asked, peering out toward the horizon or the little bit of it that could be seen through the roiling clouds and water.
“I hope not,” Y/N said, before suddenly tightening their grip on his hand again. “William, that wave!”
He saw it too, already larger than any of the others before it and gathering strength as it passed through the narrow opening of the bay, drawing in the water until it seemed impossible that they could not see the corals down below. And drawing in the mer too, as they realized when they tried to dive and swim to shelter, only to find themselves rising higher and higher.
Just as the wave crested and began to descend upon the bay, William felt Y/N’s hand slip out of his own.
Once it was over, William found himself alone in the open water, dazed but uninjured. And with no sign of the smaller mer, no matter how far he swam or how much he called above or below water. He resurfaced what felt like hours later but may have only been minutes or even seconds after the crash and called again, tears joining the saltwater in his eyes so that he could barely make out the rocks in the distance. Much less make sense of the sight of the yellow-clad figure moving there, not until it was too late to do anything about it.
((End of Part 1. Link to Part 2.
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bearholdingashark · 3 years
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Dear Chocolate Box Creator Letter 2020
Hi! Thank you for creating something for me! I’m excited to see what you create! :D
General info
I adore tropes, the more ridiculous the better, and really what I love about ridiculous tropes is how it gives the creator an opportunity to explore the characters and their dynamics and motivations. Fun plots are great, but the characters and what the plot reveals about them is what I really love.
I also really love AUs (especially modern/historical AUs) or crossover fusions, and love how much changes and how much doesn’t. But straight up canon stuff is really good too. Really, character focused stuff is what I love most. I do also think canon divergence AUs can be really great, so feel free to play around with canon as well.
Please no smut. Romance is great, but nothing more than kissing/fade to black for the physical stuff.
While I’m a big fan of romantic ships, I also love relationships in general, romantic or not. Just characters being there for each other is great. I love fluff, but more serious/angsty/dramatic stuff is just as good too. :D And unless specifically stated otherwise, I have no problem with characters other than I requested in the story, but I want the requested characters to be a main focus.
None of the relationships I requested in any particular fandom are ones that I wouldn’t want combined with any other in that fandom, so feel free to use or not use any of the relationships requested.
Aside from the no smut request, my other DNWs (also listed on my sign up) are:  
explicit gore
violence and injury are fine, but nothing super graphic, generally I would say canon typical violence/gore or less is a good way to go
permanent character death of requested characters
angst without a happy (or at least hopeful) ending
I do tend to like fluffier stuff, but angst is great too, as long as there’s some hope or happiness there by the end.
I hope this helps! I’m including my general prompts below, but feel free to go where the inspiration takes you. Happy writing! :D (Length of prompts is not an indication of my feelings for a fandom. I steal prompts from my previous letters because I’m lazy and those tend to be shorter than newer prompts as I get better at these letters. :D)
Request 1
Fandom: DC Extended Universe
Relationships: Diana Prince/Steve Trevor, Lois Lane & The Justice League, Clark Kent/Lois Lane
Prompts: I’ve split these up by relationship, since they feel a little more separate than the relationships in the other fandoms, but feel free to combine as you want. :)
Diana/Steve Trevor: 
I love them so much, and I love how much Steve treats her as an equal. I am here for a full on AU, whether set within the canonverse or something totally different, just so they can have their happy ending. I have seen WW84, and while I had some problems with the ramifications of some of the writing choices (I’m looking at you, mechanic of Steve’s return), I did really like their scenes together. If sticking with a more canonverse setting, I’d be happy with a story set during the first movie, or even 1984, or even bring him forward to the current day movies. (I would love seeing Steve meet Lois and Clark and the League.)
Lois Lane & The Justice League
I would love to see Lois working with the Justice League and using her skills as a reporter to help with their missions. I’d also love to see her dynamic with Alfred, as well as the other members of the League. I think this would be especially interesting set between BvS and Justice League, but also after Clark comes back. 
Clark Kent/Lois Lane
I love this ship so much, and especially this version of them. I love how much trust and respect they have for each other from the word go. This version of them is a little quieter and more serious than other iterations and I’m happy with keeping a similar tone to Man of Steel/Batman V Superman, but lighter fare would be great too. We see Clark and Lois investigating stories separately as reporters, but not really together as a team, whether for the Planet or the League or both, and I’d love to see that. I would also love to see them dealing with the aftermath of Justice League and how they come back together after being apart for so long. I have seen all the current movies (although I’m less familiar with Justice League as it wasn’t my favorite, but I remember the big stuff), and am happy to see other characters show up as well if you would like. 
Request 2
Fandom: Austenland (2013)
Relationships: Henry Nobley/Jane Hayes
Prompts: I love how this movie is both this beautiful (and hilarious) homage to Jane Austen and those period stories, while being a modern romcom in it’s own right. I love the ways that both Henry and Jane fit the Austen “archetypes”, while also being their own people in our modern world. I absolutely love their chemistry, and would be happy with something set during the movie, such as a missing scene or more character reflection (perhaps on catching feelings for each other?), or something set after the movie. (Like what was her friend’s reaction to walking in and finding them kissing? :D)
Request 3
Fandom: Enola Holmes (2020)
Relationships: Enola Holmes/Viscount “Tewky” Tewksbury, Enola Holmes & Sherlock Holmes
Prompts: I absolutely loved this movie and thought it was so much fun. I don’t typically read first person fanfics, but loved the fourth wall breaking in the movie and would love to see how that translated to a fic. I also really like 3rd person if you don’t want to take on the fourth wall breaking element. I would love to see more of what you think happens after the movie ends, with Enola finding her way, and exploring her friendship and blossoming romance with the Viscount. I would also love to see her interacting more with Sherlock and how their relationship grows  and I loved their take on Sherlock. But I’m also just excited to see what you create!
Request 4
Fandom: Knives Out
Relationships: Benoit Blanc/Marta Cabrera, Harlan Thrombey & Marta Cabrera
Prompts: If you look at my posted stories, you know I’m a fan of Marta/Benoit. It kind of snuck up on me, and I was obsessed earlier this year. There’s just something about them that works so well. I love AUs where Harlan lives or the murder attempt never happened and the three of them met some other way. I also like anything post movie where they work through the aftermath of the movie together. I love Marta and Harlan’s dynamic and would love something exploring their friendship. I love Marta/Benoit being partners, romantically, but also professionally if you want to go that direction. I don’t mind having the Thrombey’s involved, but don’t want them to be the focus. (This goes especially for Ransom. I really don’t want any hint of Marta/Ransom.) I do love both Lieutenant Elliott and Trooper Wagner if you go the more case fic route. I have no problem with vomiting if you want to include Marta’s “condition”, although I would request avoiding any really graphic description of vomit/vomiting.
Request 5
Fandom: The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (2015)
Relationships: Gaby Teller/Illya Kuryakin, Gaby Teller & Illya Kuryakin & Napoleon Solo
Prompts: Team shenanigans is my favorite. They’re all such interesting characters and I love their dynamic together. I would love something set in the future where they’ve settled more into a routine, or something where they’re still figuring out how to work together as a permanent team.  I also love modern AUs, or anytime Napoleon plays matchmaker. I also love how tender Illya is with Gaby and would love to see them finally get to kiss if you want to include that. I would also love to see something post movie where Gaby and Illya are getting to know each other once it’s known that Gaby is also an agent. 
Request 6
Fandom: The Scarlet Pimpernel (1982)
Relationships: Marguerite Blakeney/Percy Blakeney
Prompts: I would love anything where Marguerite is helping Percy and the League with their stuff and being all around awesome, but domestic, peaceful fluff is good too. I just love them being partners, whether in their marriage or in other aspects. I haven’t read many full on AUs (not just canon divergence) for this ship, but that could be really interesting too.  I have read the book, if you want to include details from that, but of course, that is not necessary. 
Request 7
Fandom: The Librarians
Relationships: Eve Baird/Flynn Carson, Cassandra Cillian & Eve Baird & Ezekiel & Jake Stone & Jenkins
Prompts: I absolutely love Eve/Flynn and how they both started having feelings for each other from the word go. While some of their issues were frustrating (and some of them certainly brought on by Noah Wyle’s schedule), I do like when they work and talk through their problems. I love how they balance each other out, and are both 100% in this ridiculous world of theirs in their own way. With the main show team, I love how they all become a family, and ultimately support and better each other. I also love how they’re all brilliant, but in completely different ways, and how they fill the gaps in each other’s knowledge bases. I also love Jenkins being the Grumpy OneTM, but having a great dynamic with each character. Something case related would be fun, or discovering something cool about the library together, or even just something more low key and domestic in the library after a case or during down time.  I would also love to see more after Eve and Flynn are tethered. 
Request 8
Fandom: Lois & Clark: The New Adventures of Superman
Relationships: Clark Kent/Lois Lane
Prompts: I love anything where Lois and Clark are working together as a team at the Planet or elsewhere, especially with the great banter they can get going, or anything adorable or fluffy. I also love them fighting Tempus, because he’s such a ham. My favorite version of their relationship is post reveal/marriage, but earlier versions of their relationship are great too. I’m just excited to see what you create. :D
Request 9
Fandom: Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries
Relationships: Jack Robinson/Phryne Fisher, Elizabeth MacMillan & Phyrne Fisher, Hugh Collins/Dot Williams, Phryne Fisher & Dot Williams, Elizabeth MacMillan & Jack Robinson
Prompts: One of my favorite things about this show is the found family aspect, so whichever relationship you focus on, or end up using, that support and love (romantic, platonic, familial) is what I love about this show and these characters. My favorite ship on the show is Phryne/Jack, which is probably no surprise and I love their chemistry and how they are partners and support each other, even when seemingly at odds. Hugh and Dot are just so adorable, and I love how Dot grows throughout the show and forces Hugh to do his own growing. Phryne’s relationship with Dot is one of my favorites as well, for how she pushes Dot to grow and become so strong and very much her own person. Phryne and Mac is such a great friendship and I love how strong their love for each other is and what they will do to help the other. And Jack and Mac is such a fun friendship as well and I think a really interesting dynamic to explore.
I realize these aren’t really prompts and are just me gushing about the characters, but hopefully that helps with what I like about them. As for something more prompt like, I would love something to do with a case, or Phryne being her glorious self and dragging (but really, they’d all follow her anywhere) someone along with her schemes. 
Request 10
Fandom: Pride and Prejudice (1995)
Relationships: Charles Bingley/Jane Bennet & Elizabeth Bennet/Fitzwilliam Darcy, Charles Bingley, Jane Bennet
Prompts: I love both of these ships, and would love to see something exploring their dynamic. I am also very happy with the idea of just Charles and Jane being the focus. I  would love to see more of the time between the successful proposals and the wedding, them learning more about each other and strengthening the feelings they already have. Post movie is great too! How are they adapting to being married and all the changes that brings? My love for modern (and other) AUs applies here, although I am also very happy with straight up canon. I have read the book as well if you want to include any details from there, although that’s of course not necessary.
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thelowlysatsuma · 5 years
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First Kiss and Huddling for Warmth with logicality
!!!!!
“We,” Logan groans, sliding his head into his hands in utter despair, “are screwed. And it is most entirely your fault.”
Patton winces from his cross-legged seat opposite the irritated man. “Aw, come on, Logan,” he wheedles, shivering despite himself. “It’s not that bad!”
Logan stares at him flatly. “We’re trapped,” he begins slowly, “in a freezing cave, twenty kilometres from civilization in any direction, with little water, minimal food, no way of keeping warm – and you think it’s not that bad?!”
Patton gives a soft laugh, and Logan is unable to tell why his neck, previously so cold, suddenly feels like it’s burning. “O’course it’s not bad,” the smaller man chirps, wiggling his shoulders teasingly. “You’re here with me, aren’tcha?”
Logan’s breath hitches, and he wills down the pink erupting in his cheeks. “Nope,” he says crossly, tugging on his tie in an attempt to distract himself, “no, nope, absolutely not, we are not having this happen right now, so stop being adorable.”
His friend rolls his eyes cheekily and starts to move, crossing the limited space between them at a crawl. “What in the name of Tesla are you doing?” Logan squeaks inelegantly, propelling himself backwards until his back hits the wall with a painful thump. Patton glances up at him, and oh, Logan really needs to wipe his brain immediately because the sight of that man bearing down on him should not be attractive under any circumstances – much less those at hand.
Patton, for his part, merely blinks, beginning to untie his hoodie from its perch on his shoulders. “Whadd’ya think, silly? I’m warming us up!”
Logan swallows hard, dismisses the multitude of mental images that just flooded his mind, stops to think with his actual brain for once, and promptly nods. “Body heat,” he says approvingly, shuffling his way towards the other as Patton meets him in the middle. “Nice one.”
Patton drapes his hoodie around the both of them like a blanket, then leans his head on Logan’s shoulder. “Thanks,” he murmurs, vibrations echoing through the soft fabric of Logan’s button-down. Logan furrows his eyebrows, frowning.
“You’re still cold?”
It’s not a question, but his friend treats it as one nonetheless. “What?” Patton splutters, lifting his gaze to meet Logan’s eyes. “Me? Cold? Nahhhhh.”
Logan scowls, crossing his arms. “You’re shivering,” he states flatly. “Come here.”
Patton blinks, then blushes as Logan begrudgingly wraps his arms around him, hoping to stem some iota of the cold perpetrating the man’s being. “I- uh,” Patton stammers awkwardly, looking away, “I’m sorry I got us into this mess. You’re right when you said it was my fault.”
Logan huffs haughtily. “Of course I was right. I’m always right.” Then, looking down at the figure in his arms, relents ever-so-slightly. “But perhaps I could have been more careful checking the weather forecast when we went looking for the amulet.”
Patton snickers into his shirt, and Logan gulps. “That was a little bit of an oversight, huh?”
“‘Oversight’? Since when do you know what that means?”
A shrug. “I know lotsa stuff, Lo! Like words, and how to work phones-”
“-That was one time!-”
“-And, and feelings ‘nd stuff.”
Logan scoffs. “You certainly can’t know that much about feelings,” he boasts primly, tugging on his tie. “After all, you don’t know mine.”
Patton chuckles, bright and low, and Logan thinks suddenly that perhaps he’s made a terrible mistake. He shifts in his spot until he’s facing Logan, all-too perceptive eyes peering at him through the cover of thick-rimmed lenses, and Logan flushes.
“I dunno, Lo,” Patton says, leaning forwards innocently until he’s practically in the taller man’s lap. His hand drifts across Logan’s shoulder, and Logan finds himself shivering for reasons rather separate from the cold. “Betcha I could make you feel something.”
Logan presses himself impossibly further back into the wall, barely daring to meet the other’s eyes. “Oh really?” he challenges, pouring all his efforts into keeping his voice steady. “And what might that be?”
Patton blinks, then leans in closer. “Hey Logan?” he asks, face very nearly touching the other but oh, not quite, not nearly close enough and yet much too near at the same time. “What do would you do if your ice house was falling apart?”
He could pick out, if he were so inclined, every eyelash on his face – even the lone, fallen one right below his eye, almost perfectly opposite the minuscule birthmark. He’s utterly stunning, Logan realizes, a marvel, sheer, unparalleled wonder in the most beautiful of harmonies – balanced, precise, as delicate as a scientific instrument and as capable as one as well. He could be all the stars in the sky, at that moment, and Logan wouldn’t be able to tell the difference, because both are equally radiant.
“What?” he murmurs softly, distantly aware of the strains of his own voice lilting through the air, even as a slow, gorgeous, charming grin spread on the other’s face.
“Well I dunno about you,” Patton says, “but igloo it back together.”
Then he winks.
Logan blinks, groans, then promptly pushes his friend off his lap in an unceremonious heap.
“Why are you like this?” he wails, smacking his hands to his forehead with reckless abandon. Patton laughs from his spot on the cave floor, a beautiful sound. “I told you I could make you feel an emotion, Lo. Never said it wouldn’t be annoyance.”
Logan stares at him. His shocked expression gradually melts into one of betrayal, then bewilderment, then gradual, grudging admiration. “I hate that I put up with you,” he mutters. Patton just grins. “Aww,” he teases, “you know you love me.”
A deep, resigned sigh. “God, unfortunately.”
Logan shivers, then, and Patton pounces on the motion. “Are you okay?” he asks, frantically gathering up his discarded hoodie and wrapping it around the both of them yet again. “Oh, shoot; did I make you cold or something?”
Logan rolls his eyes. “That is far from how thermodynamics work, Patton.”
A pause. Then,
“But yes, I am still… cold.”
Patton busies himself, bustling around in their makeshift little shelter, avoiding eye contact as he gathers his things for a moment of so. Then, in a small voice, he proposes, “I do have.. maybe one more idea. Of how we could warm up.”
Logan glances at him, intrigued. “Explain.”
His friend’s eyes dart to him. Look away. Look back. “It might be easier if I showed you. Just… tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”
Logan furrows his brow, but leans back into the inviting arms of the cavern wall. “You have no less than the entirety of my trust,” he says honestly, “as ill-given as it may prove to be. And there’s- there’s very little that could take that trust away.”
Patton lets out a soft “Oh,” at that; “Oh, good.”
Then he’s leaning in, broadcasting his every move with the obviousness and surprisingly graceful elegance of a bull trotting its way through a delicate china shop, and oh, Logan thinks, oh.
Soft lips meet his. A gentle hand runs its way down his arm. A warm weight is in his space.
It promises so many things. It promises blazing heat, and fiery determination, and an old, solid, crackling glow much later on.
But those things are for after this moment.
In this moment, Logan is simply, strikingly, stunningly warm.
this ended up??? so much fluffier than i meant it to be??? oh my god i planned to actually write a kiss scene for this and that Did Not Happen but like. idk it’s kinda sweet so i’ll take it
Send me two tropes and a ship!
@loganberrysanders @spectralheartt​ @artistgracie @coconut-cluster @falling-out-trees-101 @evilmuffin @anony-phangirl
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eldritch-obscuritea · 4 years
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Liu and Jeff History/Backstory Headcanons Pt 2
Trying to fill in more of the stuff as I continue The Fog In The Morning, it’s going slowly so far :P 
Once again, not everything, subject to change, based on my personal experiences with DID, and asks are welcome!
Liu developed DID before the Woods family moved
During one of his and Jeff’s nighttime outings, they had a rather bad run-in with some rather bad people
Jeff jumped the gun and consequently, got knocked out pretty fast
Liu ends up making an agreement in order to protect him
Important Note: If I ever end up actually putting this into words in any significant detail, it’s gonna be very not pretty and very not good so I might not put it up anywhere.
Liu remained unaware of this, even for a while after Jeff goes insane
He only starts to realise what’s going on once he gets close enough to somebody (who is, as yet, undetermined) for them to start picking up on things
His trying to piece together what’s going on will be a key feature of the story
When he was younger, there were some signs which pointed towards his having the condition, but which were overlooked and/or diagnosed as other things
Key things about Liu as opposed to Sully:
Driving motivation:
Liu is motivated by interacting with others, much like his mother
Sully’s main focus is protecting Liu with whatever methods he deems necessary
Opinion of Jeff: 
Liu is half in awe of Jeff, and half needs to protect him (memories of Jeff attacking him are amnesia blocked, for now... dun dun dunnnn)
Until Jeff’s incident, Sully is mostly ambivalent towards Jeff, with annoyance at Liu’s sacraficing for Jeff balanced by Jeff’s protection of Liu. After Jeff’s incident, well, that changed
Opinion of family: 
Liu has a lot of guilt, since his early issues made things hard for their parents, so he does whatever he can to not rely on them in any way
Sully has no such issue, and also resents their parents a bit for not noticing anything wrong earlier
Opinion of therapy: 
Sully has zero trust in it whatsoever, refuses to participate and makes things difficult but doesn’t actually stop Liu from going
Once he realises what’s going on, Liu is highly aware that he needs to do something but Sully’s lack of cooperation makes him a little hopeless about the situation 
Since there should be some fluffier things too: 
Liu tends to like milder foods, but also appreciates subtle flavors while Sully gravitiates towards really sweet things and really salty things (but not really spicy or sour or anything else really)
Liu is good at reading and enjoys a good book, Sully probably would too but has never managed to sit down and pay attention for that long
Liu likes having one or two good, solid comforters and pillows, Sully prefers lots of soft fluffy throw blankets and no pillows whatsoever, and if they had it their way, between the two of them they’d have enough bedding to run a small hotel
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