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neovillain · 5 months

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soft and sullen expectation.

a jujutsu kaisen fanfic [SAMPLE /PREVIEW] characters: yuji itadori, nobara kugisaki, megumi fushiguro dynamics: ot3. nobara x megumi, yuji x megumi, yuji x nobara and all that great stuff ok. A retelling of the last couple of episodes of season 1 in Jujutsu Kaisen, after the battle and sister school events.

"I don't think he likes pepperoni." Nobara cautioned as she paid the cashier at the Pizza Parlor. The cashier gave a concerned but delegated look at the both of them before counting each yen with studious skepticism and walked away. Nobara rubbed her temple where her bandage was placed. "Yes, he does." Yuji chimed, taking the pizza and walking out with Nobara. "He just doesn't like when it's the only toppings, 's why I ordered everything" he grinned and Nobara rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say, but if he complains…." "What are you even talking about?" Yuji smiles, he nudges Nobara with a friendly elbow, "he always complains." "Point taken."

The two of them make it back to Jujutsu High in no time. Nobara holding a bag of goodies and essentials that Megumi might want. Some juice, water, soda, candies, chips, dried fruit. She even got wet wipes and digestive pills-which where mostly for Megumi but Yuji would somehow get his grubby hands on them. Yuji pranced around proudly with the extra large pizza as they walked up the steps of the school and down the sunny courtyard to their living quarters.

It felt odd most of the time living in such a quaint yet involved place. Between the bushes and long side fields of grass and trees, Nobara could easily forget this was the same place that was enraptured by a cursed domain not long ago. The thought doesn't resonate when she see's one of the temples-destroyed and torn of its dignity. The two of them move around the broken framework that's found itself in the middle of the walking path. Broken wood and structures laid out in front of them and making their walk a little more tedious then it had to be. They came to one of the structures that were easier to climb then walk around. It was part of the shingled roof top of the old temple. Yuji takes a few leaps and he's already on top of the thing. Nobara puts her wrist through the handle of their bag of goodies and starts climbing. When she gets to the top Yuji offers his hand, and she takes it. Before, Nobara would scoff and refuse. Yuji always did things like that when they were first rewarded difficult missions or when they faced harsh terrain. This definitely did not happen when they had that mission in Ropongi. He called her a bitch in Ropongi. And how could she ever forget that.

Sometimes she wondered if it was some ploy to make her feel feeble or if it was just a way for Yuji to get under her skin. Now, somethings changed and Nobara wants nothing to do with asking her self the very questions she wants to ask Yuji. A small 'why'. A tedious why a nagging and anxiety driven, 'why?' Why does he always reach for her? Why does he always look back.

Yet afterwards, when he up and died on them and somehow resurrected-she didn't deny him anymore. Taking his hand every single time he offered it. Nobara placed her hand in his and felt a warm and sincere squeeze as she was pulled up. They slid down the broken structure together, flakes of wood and dust trailing their way.

When they got to Megumi's room, they were surprised to find him sleeping. Nobara put her finger up to her lips and looked at Yuji. He gave her a very stupid smile before shutting the door behind them.

Nobara placed the bag of goodies on a small table and immediately walked to Megumi's bedside. She placed a hand on his forehead as he slept quietly. He looked tired and exhausted. His breathing was deep and loud but thankfully steady. She grazed her thumb over his forehead, noticing how warm he was. Her thumb came back a little damp.

"Is he still asleep?" Yuji interrupted. Nobara grimaced, "why are you so loud?" She gritted through her teeth. And as if a spell had broken, Megumi opened his eyes and watched with silent exasperation as Yuji and Nobara argue at a level that was hardly admissible as soothing or calming or even just plain nice.

"What the hell are you guys arguing over?"

It took a whole minute for them to even notice he was awake. Yuji's face lit up. His big doey eyes meeting Megumi's with a softness Megumi hated. It made his chest hurt. And shit, he already hurt all over.

"We bought you pizza!" "I bought you pizza" Nobara corrected. "It has all your favorite toppings!" Yuji placed the box in Megumi's lap which Megumi looked up at Yuji as if he just laid a dead rat on his bed.

The heavy sweaty doughy scent of pizza filled the room now, cheese, vegetables, pepperoni and spicy sausage. Megumi opened the box immediately. He'd reprimand them later about throwing a greasy box of pizza on his bed. They did good. But he wasn't sure his stomach would be up for the challenge just yet. Honestly, they could of brought him a bowl of thick stale oatmeal and he'd be grateful. As Megumi pulled out his slice and chewed on it methodically, he watched Nobara and Yuji fizz out of their yelling match and stuff their faces into their food.

Megumi could appreciate the silence between eating and the vague jabs Nobara and Yuji gave each other. Yuji dropped a mushroom on his hoodie and Nobara snorted, "you're always so messy." And threw a napkin at him, but only rolled her eyes when Yuji made a show of picking up the mushroom and dropping it into his mouth.

"I'm surprised you two showed up." Megumi quietly interjected. "Shouldn't you two be resting as well?"

Nobara sighed getting another slice of pizza, "nah, I hadn't seen much action before that veil got pulled down. Just met some creepy curse user. He looked like he probably sticks up pencils up small animals asses."

"Kugisaki, I am eating for crying out loud." Yuji glared

"What? Not like I became best friends with a misogynistic meat head and got to fight a tough as fuck cursed spirit." There was a bite to her small smile,

Yuji pouted a bit, "you don't have to put it like that. I mean Todo did help me learn a few things about cursed energy and all." He grinned, "got to use a black flash couple times too."

Megumi looked up from a string of cheese he was planning to devour slowly and slurp up like a noodle. "Really?" He looked at Yuji, "Todo taught you that?"

"Mmm more like he guided me. But he was also pretty freakin' raw about it too. Guess he's a throw em into the fire and let em learn type a guy."

Megumi chewed on his pizza, letting Nobara grill Yuji on becoming friends with a guy like Todo. Yugi humbly opted out of ever doing such a thing-because well he's a live in the moment type of guy. Things come over him and he's compelled to do just about the most ridiculous things. No friends were maid, just lessons learned, his smile spreading across his face.

But Megumi couldn't be bothered to really keep up with their chit chat. He was more intrigued about the speed and depth in which Yuji Itadori was getting stronger. Not even a year had passed and Yuji was landing black flashes on cursed spirits, rising up from the dead-which Megumi still feels sore even thinking about. But he always knew this, Itadori was strong from the day he met him. Probably far before he swallowed Sukuna's finger and delved into this messy bloody world of theirs.

But, he couldn't help but sink in his bed just a little.

"Anyway, I'm just glad your injuries weren't very serious Fushigiro." Yuji smiles. Yuji raises his pizza and toasts, "to your health and to this pizza!"

Megumi blinks, "you could've brought me something easier to digest."

"No complaining." Nobara grumbled. And Yuji bursts into laughter.

Nobara finishes her pizza and gets up to wash her hands, by the time that she's back, she hears the end tail of whatever declaration Megumi wanted to get off his chest.

"You know you've grown a lot stronger Itadori. Before we stood by our convictions, and I know that's true."

Nobara looks between Yuji and Megumi leaning her chin into her palm as she listens, hoping somewhere Megumi calls Itadori the idiot that he is.

Except, Nobara shouldn't be all too surprised when Megumi is analyzing all that's happened into just a few sentences. Be it so, that Megumi isn't all that great with relaying things that are on his mind in a timely fashion. It's a lot better than what it used to be. And in those weeks they thought Itadori was dead, Nobara thought the guy was going mute--more than she had already thought before. Yet, Nobara knew there was always so much more to him. And even in knowing that, she wasn't always sure what he wanted to bring up to the surface.

Some nights he'd show up to her room. And she'd hope he would say something, anything. But he never did. So neither did she.

She could sum it up to Megumi trying to recalibrate what he brings into the team, and she isn't wrong once Megumi looks deep into Yuji's eyes and says, "so I've decided. I'll surpass you."

Yuji laughs again. And Nobara glares at them.

"Did I get left out this conversation again, or something? What the fuck are you saying?"

The boys look at Nobara, question marks dancing in their gaze. Megumi and Yuji have been used to Nobara's outburst but her voice goes grim and as solid as a straight line and that always gets their attention.

Megumi makes the mistake of opening his mouth, "I only meant--" "What, that I'm weak compared to the both of you?"

Itadori frowns, "whoa, where did you get that?"

"I know I have to spell everything out for you Itadori. But this cannot be one of those times."

Megumi's stomach tightens, "You know that is not what I meant Nobara." Her eyes narrow. The tension in the room shifts completely and Yuji makes it known he doesn't like it, "okay okay….we're all strong in our own ways."

It isn't enough to ebb the growing burn blooming in Nobara's chest. She scuffs, gets up from the edge of Megumi's bed and stretches.

"Whatever, I'm getting sleepy." She plumets the growing pang in her chest into a slow yawn. "I'll see you tomorrow for the last sister school event."

Yuji and Megumi watch in steeped silence as she walks out of the room. Their eyes tracing over her resigned body, she doesn't even slam Megumi's door on her way out.

"Is….she angry or something?" Yuji asks with confusion coloring his voice. Megumi feels his ears grow warm and his throat ache. He lets it all release in a souring groan. He lays back and throws his arm over his eyes in defeat.

Yuji eyes wide and innocent shrugs his shoulders, he picks up Megumi's pizza crust and chews on it depleted. "I'll take that as a yes."

If you would like to read more, no worries! I will be publishing the whole thing in a week or two here and on A03. <3

#this is just a sample #haha it's been 3 years since i even touched this blog #i have an obnoxious workload and i've been working on this for about 2 years whenever i come home from work or school to destress #i love my jjk babies #also it jumps around a bit #anyway im making the case that nobara deserves MORE she is MORE and that two boys are in love with her in their own funny way #and she with them lol #jjk fanfic #yuji itadori x nobara kugisaki x megumi fushiguro #jjk ot3 #jujutsu kaisen fanfic

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the-poly-armory · 1 year

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Bingo Masterpost

We have just finished up our winterwidowhawk bingo in the Poly A server and we have so much incredible content from our amazing members to share with you. Hit that read more to see all the goodies!

The new guy with a bow by endlesstwanted, G, 717 words

Natasha and Bucky own the food truck that travels from town to town with the circus, and it’s been a total of twenty days of them pining over the new guy in the circus.

Skin Deep by @cloud--atlas , T, 944 words

“Ready?” she asks.

Clint breathes through his nose and clutches Bucky hand tighter. “I guess so,” he says heavily. “Just… be gentle with me, okay?”

It feels better biting down by @cloud--atlas , Explicit, 1953 words

Jesus, if this is what happens when you agree to join the Avengers, then the world is fucked.

Clint is also fucked, but Clint likes it that way.

Meal Deal by @cloud--atlas , M, 958 words

Hawkeye grins at him. “Ever had a fantasy of being picked up by a cute guy in a grocery store?” he asks.

When you say nothing at all by @caiti-creative-corner , T, moodboard

“It’s amazing how you can speak right to my heart

Without saying a word, you can light up the dark

Try as I may, I can never explain

What I hear when you don’t say a thing”

~Lyrics: When You Say Nothing at All

A pair of ears and a pair of hands by endlesstwanted, T, 1083 words

Darcy’s first mission as a SHIELD Agent ends up with her and Agent Barton in a dumpster. Romanov and Barnes can only come to the rescue.

Unexpected Light by @caiti-creative-corner , T, moodboard

Bucky doesn’t mind loaning their spare room to Darcy, but he’s amused to find out that Natasha might have a sneaky plan to keep her.

Commitment by @aurorashard , G, 445 words

"You got yourself in to this mess, but I'll help get you out of it." Some silly OT3 fluff.

Tropical Getaway by @aurorashard G, 166 words

Clint enjoys an imaginary tropical getaway.

Grounding by @aurorashard G, 533 words

Natasha grounds herself after a deep cover mission.

Are you a Library Book? by @aurorashard G, 410 words

"Are you a library book? Because I'm checking you out." ;)

Natasha, Clint and Bucky meet for the first time.

Are we there yet? by @aurorashard G, 156 words

Clint, Bucky, and Natasha decide to take a hike.

MIA by @aurorashard G, 256 words

Clint is a little late.

Familiar by @aurorashard G, 303 words

Clint just wants to be recognized sometimes.

#winterwidowhawk #clint barton #hawkeye #natasha romanoff #black widow #bucky barnes #the winter soldier #polyarmory

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eryanlainfa · 5 months

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I am once again revisiting a random Airigo AU for funsies. Its the normal storyline but soulmates are a thing. With the trope of people only seeing in shades of grey until they find their soulmate. But make it ot3 so they each get one primary color to start with, its their eye color, so when you find your soulmate the first time you see the new colors is in their eyes.

(Okay so this was supposed to be a brief haha what if but it ended up being me summarizing their whole original timeline but soulmates are a thing. So it's longer than I intended-)

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

Aiden and Var get together much faster because of it, they're young and stupid and who are they to contradict the universe ? They do enjoy each others company and eventually fall in love. But that's not fun, so to compensate I decided whenever one of them gets close to death the other lose the sight of their respective color. Which happens way too many times to them- and all the drama of the series happens, to a point their bond seems more like a curse than a blessing.

So they break up, maybe its for the best, maybe the universe made a mistake, plus they still cant see every color so it must be proof something is wrong. They're fine just being friends, really, or at least they want to believe they are. Meanwhile the colors are slowly fading to the gray they used to be.

Then starts their journey through the 7 kingdoms and arrives Hugo. Who, of course, Varian encounters when the thief is stealing the fire totem from him. And oh when they realise they're soulmates it catches them off guard a LOT. Its difficult to tell which of them hates the idea the most but they're definetly not happy about it.

Hugo is already having a crisis for multiple reasons then Donella sends him to join the little group and he genuinely didnt think it could get worse but then he meets Aiden who is ALSO apparently his soulmate ?? And he's genuinely considering walking away before its too late but how could he go against Donella's orders uh.

Anyway. Just to say I want Hugo mad at the idea of being 'forced' to be with someone by the universe. I feel like he'd secretly like the idea of having a soulmate, someone bond to you no matter how terrible you are? Sure. But then there's the concept HE is the one bonded to someone and there is a lack of control he despises. And then he discovers his soulmates are two goodie two shoes who lived in a castle and they're both practically already together ?? The universe is obviously messing with him.

So you have Hugo trying to use their soul connection to his advantage, Varian who really starts to believe he must be cursed and doesnt want to mess things more, and Aiden who's deep in denial and would rather focus on the concept maybe soulmates are bullshit or the universe really just made a mistake.

But time passes and they go through so much together they all get closer and even if they aren't in love they're at least friends. Very close friends even, but nothing more, obviously- but the colors are back and they're bright, and maybe, just maybe, no mistakes were made and the three of them could really be happy together, maybe they could make that work and they're the best thing to ever happen to each others.

Until they finally complete their quest and they get access to the eternal library. Donella reveals Hugo's betrayal and that Aiden knew about it but told no one. Varian gets mad about it and locks himself in the library. Aiden and Hugo also fight and ends up going on separate ways. They were right since the beggining, this whole thing was a mistake.

Maybe a day or two passes before the color blue disappear from Aiden and Hugo's vision. Something is wrong, they must go back, they must see Varian. The possession happened, his body is there but not his mind, his soul is like asleep. Of course no one from the squad is letting that happen. They're going to get him back and they're going to talk and deal with their bullcrap. Together. And they do.

It takes some time before the three idiots get back together romantically but they get there, eventually, and the world has never been more beautiful and colorful than it is now to them.

The end. Congrats you survived :)

[On a side note I really like the idea of soulmates being a thing but still needing efforts for the relationship to work. Maybe it can happen to have soulmates but after a while of not putting in the work the bond gets broken and you get assigned someone else. Maybe you can really fall for someone who isnt your soulmate but your love is so strong the bond still appears at some point.]

#lets imagine daltonism isnt a thing in that world fjfkdldkdk #writing this I realise it barely changes their original timeline 😭 it just gives me one or two cool scenes more I'd like to picture #eryanbles #airigo #airigo soulmate au #canon x oc #eryanwrites #long post

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forestdragoncat · 1 year

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About Argenta's last party, aka "The Jewelled Wings"

@dujour13 So, turns out there is a lot of text, so there will be a post after all!

So, in addition to information from this ask:

Argenta met them approximately 3 years before the start of Wrath on some dungeon-delving mission (the other 3 members formed a party already, Argenta was being solo), and those people decided that they totally should have that "Pale Visage" in their group. She agreed, because why not, she travelled in parties before, just didn't get attached to any of them. Then, when Argy got kidnapped, those 3 goodies saved her from a criminal band (which she angered while working for another gang some time ago), and she was like "Wot?" and "Oh, so a nice thing happened to me. So, where is the catch?". And to her bewilderment she found none, her new party just were that nice! Very suspicious still, but also... curious. So, they traveled for years, had a lot of adventures together (my headcanon is that Argenta is a 6-7 level adventurer at the start of Wrath), and were the bestest friends ever. Argenta actually changed her style during that time - before she was wearing dull clothing with a big brown cape (she is still wearing its fragment), because she tried to be as unremarkable (and not-rich) as it is possible with her overall appearance. And her stylish black and gold coat was a gift from her friends and a symbol of not being afraid to be noticed (a little more info here). She also started wearing a few bracelets under the sleeves, not counting the rainbow beads on the portrait (can be seen on OT3 art).

The Pale Visage and The Sunchaser (nicknames of Argy and Isari) were a complimentary pair of companions, the pessimist who sees everything that can (and will) go wrong (so it could be prevented), and the optimist, who will keep the high hopes in others, save them from despair and continue to lead onwards.

And then a few month before the Kenabres invasion the party got a mission from the mayor of some not very big Ustalavic city, that included sightings of restless undead near ancient underground mausoleum that were too close to the city for its inhabitants comfort. By the mayor's words, it was just a bunch of zombies and some wraiths, nothing more, and the payment was modest, but good.

So the party prepared for the task and went to the dungeon. There were indeed zombies and wraiths, and the party was victorious, but then they discovered that said undead weren't the only types of undead here.

No, there also was a Whole. Freaking. Lich. Well, maybe not a completely whole lich, since he wasn't looking very good even for undead, but still. LICH.

Of course a party of 4 6-level adventurers is no match for such an encounter, so the lich did a negative energy blast that knocked out Cinty and Chaedan, but bypassed Argenta (because she is a dhampir) and only staggered Isari. So the Sunchaser, being the, as Argenta would put it, heroic leader dumbass, told the Pale Visage to get other 2 members out of here while he distracts lich, and collapsed the dungeon with a powerful fire blast after Argenta flied up the stairs.

The 2 unconsious team members were still alive when exhausted shaman got to the surface, but she was never good with healing or positive energy in general, and their emergency healing wand was out of charges (and nobody noticed beforehand, because of course).

And while Argenta was trying to find a spirit of life to lend her their healing powers, the bard and the arcanist passed away. With the two broken hearts (the shaman's and the spirit's) came a lot of anguished screams, gross sobbing and ugly crying.

And that wasn't the end of the story - the last member of the party, aka Argenta herself, did return to the city to collect bounty (because if everything else went absolutely awful, she at least have to get the money, for… something, or... or... even demand a payment for ressurection!), and then she found out that the mayor KNEW about the lich, but didn't tell the Jewelled Wings because a) He was afraid that they wouldn't take the job and b) Because he was being a greedy bastard and didn't want to pay extra. So Argy in a fit of tranquil rage killed him on spot and then run off without grabbing any payment, and also left behind her favourite glaive. And then she was aimlessly wondering the lands of the north Ustalav, before Areelu got her hands on her and began the experiment with Nahyndrian crystal in Kenabres.

#my ocs #argenta lining #they also had a saying “when there is trouble and people are in need the jeweled wings shall rise high”#which Argenta found incredibly cheesy #but still sometimes mumbles to herself during her “azata” moments #:')#and their symbol was the dragonfly

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bakuliwrites · 2 years

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OT3 Challenge, Day 4

Haven't done one of these in a hot minute! Here's a little short fic of Lucio, Julian, and Bakuli and all the struggles that come with handholding in a polycule. All prompts can be found here. All of my OT3 Challenge stories can be found here.

Day Four- Hand Holding

In which Julian learns how difficult it is to hold his partners' hands in the middle of a busy market.

Bakuli weaves her fingers through Julian's, giving his hand a quick squeeze as they set off into the market. The crowd is dense, shoppers darting between tents and milling about in the streets. Crowds are always a bit stressful for Bakuli, but having Julian at her side helps to calm her down. She feels a bit more relaxed with his ability to competently navigate the sea of people. He smiles reassuringly at her before setting off and leading them through.

"Have we lost Lucio already?" Julian wonders, peeking around to see if he can spot the shimmer of the mercenary's blonde hair. No such luck in the hustle and bustle of mid-morning Vesuvia.

"He's gone off to find his favorite hair dye," Bakuli returns, skirting past a vendor carrying a huge stack of multi-colored textiles. She hears Julian give a small chuckle, which he follows up with a contemplative hum.

"What do you think, darling?" he begins, holding up a lock of his auburn hair that's now speckled with a couple silvery strands, "Is it time I hopped on the hair-dye wagon?"

Bakuli pulls him to a less crowded side street and beams, running her fingers through his soft waves and curls.

"I don't think you need to unless you want to," she twitters, hazel eyes glinting in the sunlight, "I think you look quite fetching with silver and red."

A blush blooms across Julian's angular cheeks, "You're a suave little creature sometimes, you know that?" He presses a featherlight kiss to Bakuli's lips before they set off once again. Market day is always a bit of a hectic rush, but it's little moments like this that Julian delights in. Stealing kisses in alleyways, brushing up against one another at stalls, trying on ridiculous hats at one of the traveling hat stands. Inevitably, they walk away with more than they came for (especially if Lucio joins them), but it's all in good fun.

After Bakuli has gathered all of the herbs she needs for her potions, Julian searches to see if the vendor from Nevivon has some of his favorite salts. Lady Luck graces him this day when there's an entire shipment of salts at the ready. Julian walks away with an armful which he slings over his shoulder in a bag he brought specially for that. It's then that he feels someone sidle up to him.

"Find some goodies?" Lucio's voice purrs in his ear.

"We did! Did you?" Bakuli answers for Julian, excitement in her voice. Lucio triumphantly holds up a bottle of his precious hair-dye.

"I also bought something for us, but it's a surprise," he winks, teasingly waving around a little red bag. Julian can only guess what's inside. Whatever it is promises to be luxurious with the gold ribbon that holds the handles of the bag together. With this, Lucio slips a hand into Julian's free one. The doctor feels content, at first, with both his partners at his side. Bakuli's calm presence and Lucio's wild one balance one another out. And they're each so excitable about trinkets and bits-and-bobs they see at stalls. It's a delight to have them drag the doctor towards something that excites them.

Until suddenly, the crowd feels infinitely more crushing and Julian is having to pay even more attention to where he's going. Squeezing through the mess of people takes extra skill with Lucio on one arm and Bakuli on the other. One will pull on Julian's arm one way and the other tugs the opposite direction. Julian wonders if this is what it's like to be the salt-water taffy he used to watch getting pulled in the window of his favorite candy shop as a child.

"Watch it!" Lucio grumbles as Julian steps on his foot in an attempt to pull Bakuli out of the way of a runaway cart.

"Julian, you're squishing me," Bakuli exclaims, distressed as Julian presses her against a wall in order to clear the way for a large group of people. A couple more minutes of this and Julian is exasperated.

"Listen, my darlings, I can't hold both of your hands," he reasons, letting go of them and turning to face them when they have a moment of reprieve. Lucio folds his arms across his chest and scowls, while Bakuli gives a small pout.

"Why not?" Lucio grouses as if Julian has offended every fiber of his being.

"It's just too difficult in this crowd!" Julian returns, "I can hold one, but not both!"

"So we're supposed to pick?" Bakuli whimpers, looking back and forth between her partners.

"Well, no-" Julian sputters, watching as Lucio and Bakuli glance at one another. A look passes between them, one Julian likes to call their "Plotting Look," for obvious reasons.

"Fine then," Lucio acquiesces, snatching up Bakuli's hand in his, "I guess we'll just hold each other's, since you clearly don't want to hold ours."

"What? That's not what I said-" Julian starts, but the mercenary has already wandered off with Bakuli. They're both whispering and giggling, a sound that's drowned out when the three re-enter the crowd. Julian is left to trail behind his companions, secretly grateful to not have to navigate for three, but a little saddened he's been left out of their affection.

(Don't worry, they don't leave him out for long. Their three-person hand-holding continues on a lovely stroll along the beach, complete with Lucio kicking sand at some birds that try to steal the ribbon off his bag)

#the arcana #julian x lucio x oc #fan apprentice bakuli #bakuli bjornsdottir #bakuli's ot3 stories #dani writes #hand holding is always complicated and involves some minor disagreements

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basilone · 3 years

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I got a prompt and I knew that there would be something on the list that I could make something of 😊

#146 “Pillows are over-rated.” For Chuck, Tab and Lieb.

You’re really out here givin’ me the full OT3 feels, huh. 🤣 That is one hell of a kickstarter of a prompt right there. Please don’t mind the direction this went into -- these three, when put together, have just one mindset that starts with t and ends with rouble. It’s still sfw, sorta, but you and me and everyone else will know where this is going to end up.. Here, have some established OT3 relationship fuckery!

bedfellows

It’s strange to be back in a bed again. He’s heard several men complain about the softness of the mattresses, the huge windows that provide no shelter, and many other things beside that. He caught his captain asleep on the cold floor downstairs only yesterday, with one hand wrapped around a weapon, barricaded in as though he wished to create a foxhole out of something other than earth. He’s seen how war doesn’t leave some – always earliest to rise, quickest to grab a weapon – and how sometimes sleep is a stranger.

“Stop moving,” he admonishes with a sigh, reaching out to slap at Lieb’s arm before it almost hits him in the face. Turns his head just so he can glare at the man. “For fuck’s sake, you almost took my eye out!”

“Did not.” There’s a rather petulant huff of breath. Lieb’s arm stretches across him as the man jostles closer. Wisps of his longer hair brush his shoulder before Lieb’s nose and mouth land against his skin and slightly muffle the next complaint. “There’s a lump in my mattress.”

“Yeah, it’s called your body,” quips Chuck, grinning as the answering groan reaches his ears. He tangles his fingers with Lieb’s a moment, then traces the small smattering of bruises on the man’s arm lightly with his fingertips. “You know, at some point you need to stop getting into fights with the remnants of Fox..”

“When they stop being stupid.”

“What was it this time? They argued the grass is yellow, you argued it’s green, and even though you know you’re right you still blacked someone’s eye over it?”

“Nah.” Lieb pushes himself up enough to look down at Chuck. His face is calm, but his eyes are too stormy by far. There’s still something brewing beneath the surface, hot and ruinous, that isn’t calmed by the hand Chuck lays on his cheek. “They bitched about you.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, mister staff sergeant who ordered them to pipe the fuck down,” snorts Lieb, poking at Chuck’s chest with one finger, “you.”

“They were screaming outside at five in the morning,” grumbles Chuck, recalling how some idiots had actually started up a rousing rendition of Blood On The Risers at that hour. “I think that justifies the order.”

“Yeah, well,” smirks Lieb, “I reminded them of how justified it was.”

“Speirs give you any shit for it?”

“Nah. Fuck. He pretended he hadn’t seen it. Happened right in front of him, too. Fuck, all he did was tell Johnson to stop bleeding all over the rug.”

“Told ya Speirs wouldn’t be trouble.” Chuck hums contentedly as Lieb huffs out a laugh and allows Chuck’s arm to pull him down again. He presses a short kiss to the man’s forehead. “Thanks. Appreciate the whole defending my honor thing and shit.”

“Uhhuh, you’d better be appreciative.” The kiss Lieb angles at the nape of his neck is anything but innocent, though still affectionate. “You’d better show me some of that, later.”

“Later, huh?” Chuck hisses as the soft scrape of teeth runs over his skin and sends a shiver down his spine. “Joe, for fuck’s sake, keep going like that and I’m gonna make now out of that later.”

Lieb has the audacity to laugh about it. Has the foresight to grab hold of Chuck’s wrist before Chuck can do anything, too, and for a man as wiry as he there is a fair bit of strength to the way he pins Chuck in place. This is a dance they know. A dance Lieb is set to lose, eventually, and they both know this too.

“Getting started without me?”

Chuck huffs out a laugh. “The fuck does it look like to you?” he asks, trying and failing to turn his head in the direction of that new voice. “One track mind, this one.”

“Yeah, I know someone else like that.”

“Yeah, you,” snorts Chuck as the mattress dips down to accommodate new weight. “Please tell me you locked that door. Don’t wanna hear Perconte bitch about how we scarred him for life again.”

“Fucking Perconte never knocks, it’s his own fault,” huffs Lieb. “And Web, too, fuck. Always bitchin’ about this and that and how it shouldn’t be three people to one bed.”

“Web’s an idiot,” agrees Chuck all too readily. “Three people to one bed is perfectly fine.”

“I locked the door, jeez. Next person to mention Web is gonna make me unlock it, open it, throw them out, close it, then lock it again.”

Chuck locks eyes with Tab over Lieb’s head. Smiles at the annoyance that flits across the man’s features before a roll of his eyes clears the worst of it. He stretches his hand out and isn’t surprised when Tab’s warm fingers interlock with his own all too readily.

“God. You and your romance.” Lieb snorts out disgust as he sinks down and settles his head on Chuck’s chest. “You two are fucking awful. Fuck.”

“There’s a perfectly fine pillow right over there, Joe.” Chuck jostles him in place a little, but doesn’t dislodge Lieb’s warm cheek from his bare skin. They both know it’s an empty threat by now. “Or you could just close your eyes.”

“Pillows are overrated.”

“Are they?”

“Yeah. You’re better.”

“There he goes, same as always,” remarks Tab, shaking his head fondly as Lieb burrows closer to Chuck, “snuggling. Usurping.”

“Quit your bitching, there’s plenty of room.”

“No, there’s not!” protests Chuck, weakly, too half-heartedly. “Fuck off, both of you.”

Tab’s grin spells trouble. He can feel Lieb’s mouth quirk into a smile against his skin, too. He’d fight it if he were a fighting man, but those days are well and truly done. His stomach swoops a slow and treacherous flutter at the feeling of Lieb’s body pressed against his own while Tab’s hands land on either side of his head.

“That’s no way to talk to us,” murmurs Tab, eyes dark as he lowers his face until their noses almost brush. “Lieb might be fine getting bossed around like that by you – yes, you are, love, and that’s real cute – but I’m gonna take a bit more convincing.”

“Fuck you” – punctuates Lieb, smacking Tab’s arm loudly – “would like to see you try and play it cool when he tells you you’re doing good. I saw you shiver at it last night when he pulled that on me.”

“Oh, did he?” Chuck smirks up at Tab. He knows it’s a cat-ate-the-canary smile, all satisfaction and anticipation of more good to come, but he can’t bite back the glee that swoops through him. “Really now?”

“I hate both of you.” Tab punctuates the statement with a fleeting kiss to Chuck’s lips. Punctuates it further by brushing a kiss against Lieb’s brow. “You can be in charge later, stupid. Let me work things out here first.”

“Things.”

“Let me rephrase it, for the remarkably stupid in this bed,” snorts Tab, and his hand lands in Chuck’s hair and tugs his head back so his throat’s exposed. “I will pin you down if I have to, but you’re not gonna be in charge here until I say.”

“You goddamn staff sergeants,” snorts Lieb irreverently, shifting in place and tangling his legs with both, “it’s fucking obvious that it’s me who’s in charge here.”

“Keep dreaming!”

Chuck laughs as his voice unites with Tab’s rather indignant shout. Still laughs as a rough kiss lands on his jawline, then tracks down over his exposed neck in a way that sends shivers all the way from his belly to his toes. Tab’s head comes to rest at the nape of his neck. He hears a kiss, a groan, a small mumble before the weight atop him shifts to accommodate both.

“Fuck,” he grunts out, arms full of the ones he loves, “allow a guy some movement, will ya?”

“Nah. Later.”

“When we’re done,” adds Lieb.

“Done with wha– oh.”

Tab’s fierce affection brushes against his jaw again. “With you.”

For the first time in a long time, Chuck doesn’t feel like arguing with that.

#joe liebgott #chuck grant #floyd talbert #OT3 goodies #we have them #chuck x tab x lieb is one hell of a configuration btw #get yourself men like these #basilonecalling #serasvictoria #basilonefic #writing20202021

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fonmythenmetz · 4 years

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God Damn dear lord is that my sakuatsuhina dream

Is that

My ot3 casually interacting with each other

Apparently this is the moment from ch 389 where Atsumu tells Hinata ‘it’s your fault as the karasuno representative that he’s awakened’. Sakusa reflects on the nt camp where Atsumu called Kageyama a ‘goody two shoes’ and thinks Miya is definitely guilty too.

Sakusa paying attention to their conversations and shenanigans.

Sakusa stepping in to protect Hinata from Atsumu’s impulsiveness.

Sakusa observing Atsumu at the training camp and realizing how influential his words may be.

Sakusa being too shy to point it out bc it’ll sound awkward and Atsumu will know that Omi watched him attentively from afar when they were sixteen. (Embarrassing himself with this fluffy fool in front of Shouyo? No. No.)

Three of them being stuck with blank faces o-o just staring at one another. So they are dopey fools for each other and it’s canon. What a masterpiece.

#black jackals #haikyuu!!#hinata shouyou #miya atsumu #atsuhina #msby black jackal #sakusa kiyoomi #msby black jackals #haikyuu spoilers #omihina #sakuhina #sakuatsu #sakuatsuhina #haikyuu 389 #haikyuu volume 44 #omiatsuhina

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hetaestoniahq · 2 years

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Estonia Ship Content

Here I will gather all the content I've made of ships with Estonia!

Note that I don't always ship something romantically and will use the ship tag to refer to something platonic maybe instead.

General thought 1, 2

OT3's

DenEst

"If you die, I'm gonna kill you" (Fic)

Coat of arms

Nothing Left but Ashes

Song for DenEst

Den's crush hc, Fast restoring of relations, headcanons

Interest you say

Art by me 1

EstFin

Finnish/Estonian speaking drunk headcanon

Estonia occasionally lives at Finland's

Nekotalia art 1 2

Promise(fic)

SweEst

Sweden and Estonia friendship hcs (not mine)

(fic) Lingual Bonds NEW VERSION + bonus

random Eh headcanons, Jezz's ideas

Things change huh?

EstLiet

"I'm in love with you and I'm terrified" (fic)

Vilnius incident

Overworking headcanon

Swear jar

PruEst

PruEst vs PruLiet for me

Canon hints/Implications of being close

No touchie, lol Est isn't religious

EstLat (Platonic)

Thoughts on "ship", How close they actually are

Lahutus Läti moodi

Don't drink kids.

Valka/Valga

Bear problems part 2

EstPol

"It could be worse"(fic)

"You stayed?"(fic)

Protecting sacred places

EstNor

Norway not having re-recognized Estonia

Fairies

Thoughts

AmeEst

AmeEst ideas

Sending goodies

EngEst

Relations

EstPan

Random manga moment

RusEst (not romantic lmao)

The Only RusEst am okay with + thoughts

Est probably tried to kill Russia

Drunk Est confusion

#hetalia #aph estonia #hws estonia #DenEst #EstFin #SweEst #EstLiet #PruEst #RusEst #AmeEst #EstNor #NorEst #SuEst #EstLat #masterlist #EngEst #EstPan

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dragynkeep · 3 years

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Consider, Mercury/Yang/Sun OT3. Gauntlets and Greaves, Solar Flare and 88 Days goodness. :3

omg yes .. mercury & his two "goody two shoes" lovers who he wouldn't give up for the world because for them ... he could almost be better. & sun n' yang know that 💕

#invincibleweasel #rwby #mercury black #sun wukong #yang xiao long #gauntlets and greaves #88 days #solarflare #owl.txt #answered #q

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bardic-inspo · 3 years

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Happy Fanfic Writer Friday! 💚 Since you need some feelgood thoughts, why don't ya go wild with a random headcanon? Can be about what- or whoever you'd like, as in-depth as you'd like!

Happy FWF to you as well! :D Thank you for the ask, and the feelgood thoughts! Hmm, a random headcanon. How about some OT3 Domesticity?

Despite purportedly 'not being a hammer and nails kind of guy', MacCready handles a lot of the building and repairs around their homestead once they're settled. This is a little dark and twisty of me, but I headcanon part of why he says this line is because he doesn't really think he can have/deserves a homestead or cozy domestic life. Mac will never be entirely domesticated of course, but if patching up walls keeps his family safe and happy, he'll be the first to volunteer.

When life calms enough to allow for it, Natasha makes it her mission to get good at wasteland baking. She's not so great with cooking and learns the hard way that a tato does not cook like a potato (or a tomato) and mirelurk eggs aren't the same as the ones she bought from the store pre-war. If cooking is an art, baking might be a science, and Nat latches onto in part for that reason, and also as a way to put some sweetness into her loved ones' lives. She mostly bakes for birthdays, but she'll do breads and pastries pretty regularly.

I headcanon Deacon as having the most actual homestead/farm life experience, so he takes lead on the family farm and livestock. That's far too big a job for one person, so the others certainly do their share, and he takes a lot of happiness in the quality time they get in the process (even if Mac is grousing about the dirt and Nat is treating the cabbages like they are fragile daffodils). He changes the scarecrow's outfit nearly every day, and oftentimes hides goodies for Duncan to find among the plants (assuming Nat's cat doesn't find them first)

#shit Nat's cat needs a name #really Nat belongs to the cat and not the other way around #he adopted her on sight like look at this helpless human I guess I will take pity on you and let you pet me #anyway more than you asked but this was fun thank you!!#ask memes #trashkingnyx #fallout #spicy ot3 #deacon x maccready x natasha #kitchen table polyamory #headcanons

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orime-stories · 3 years

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From the fic ask game 3, 8 & 17

I got a lot of asks for this one, thank you so much everyone! :D I’ll be working my way through them over the next few days. <3 Asks here.

3. Do you have any upcoming WIPs? How far along are you with them?

My WIPs are all over the place as always. At the moment I’ve fallen down another MMO pit with Final Fantasy XIV, and I have… 30k of stuff accumulated about one of my OCs for that so far. We got garbled notes, tagless dialogues, scene fragments I don’t know where they fit in yet, as well as some basically complete chapters / standalone pieces. I’m almost caught up with all the main story content currently in the game, and then I’m going to start rummaging through what I’ve got and seeing what I want to share. I hope you guys are ready for another sweet healer girl who goes through some hard times (I have a brand) as well as possibly the most Disney movie romance I’ve ever written. (Final Fantasy also has a brand and that brand is unapologetically cheesy and hopeful themes of true love and the power of friendship prevailing over all, and I am enjoying leaning into and running with that. It is an extremely soothing place to be in the current times.)

8. How do you develop your OCs?

Mostly through unstructured daydreaming, to be honest. The starting point will be a part of the game that makes me curious, tangled with a characterisation idea I feel like exploring. Seluna (Pillars of Eternity, godlike priest of Eothas) started from me thinking the gods of Eora sounded really cool combined with wondering if I could make a goody-two shoes priest type character that didn’t feel like a boring, shy and innocent stereotype. Tesalya (Baldur’s Gate 3, half elf rogue) started from me wanting to make a character that was really selfish and cold for once combined with wanting to ‘romance’ the vampire party member. With my current FFXIV stuff I’ve got T’nali (miqo’te bard), who started from me wanting to choose a dps class that would start out in the pretty forest city combined with me wondering how it would feel to pretend to be a boisterous extrovert that acts before thinking. And then I’ve got Aurelle (elezen white mage), who started from me wanting to play my default comfort healer role combined with wondering about the ways I could make another nice healer type character feel distinct from Seluna.

Once I have my starting point, I just continue to daydream as I play the game, imagining how my characters feel about certain story beats or npcs and getting curious about where those feelings and their current set of personality traits came from. It all happens out of order and as and when the mood takes me, I don’t really have a process where I sit down and intentionally flesh something out. I just leave things stewing in the background until they’re ready to jump out at me and demand to be jotted down.

17. What has been the proudest moment for you since you started writing?

The lovely @yanara126 writing in to tell me that Seluna’s Story inspired them to try out writing an OT3 of their own for the first time. It feels really good to be reminded that sharing our stories can sometimes have really cool ripple effects like that.

#asks and tags #response #fic ask game #oc: seluna #oc: tesalya #oc: t'nali rhoka #oc: aurelle silmontier #personal

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justanotherpersonsuniverse · 3 years

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For the trope ask:

when they start with a love triangle but then it slowly turns into an OT3. Like they all slowly get closer together without realizing it, especially when one of them used to be kind of antagonistic/villainish. And that one is just thinking of their rival and it's "that bastard! How dare they try to get so close to (love interest). Them and their stupid goody two shoes personality, and the way they care about everyone, even a heartless jerk like me, and how the sun shines off their hair when it hits just the right angle and... Wait..." *Suddenly realizes they've fallen in love with the rival too* "well fuck..." And then it's just the two who used to be rivals instead trying to set the other one up with the love interest becuaee they want the others happy, until the love interest pops up like the "why not both?" meme and they become a polyship.

Might have gotten a little too specific there. Oh well.

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aenariasbookshelf · 3 years

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New Ficlet: The Art of Snuggling

Title: The Art of Snuggling

Summary: Some days, it just isn’t worth getting out of bed, when being human is just too hard to handle. And on days like that, sometimes the best thing for Darcy Lewis is a good, old fashioned, snuggle.

Pairing: Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers/Wanda Maximoff

@typhoidmeri and I have been tossing around snuggling headcanons for ages, and when we hit on an OT3 idea I couldn’t resist putting it down on paper. So, this story is for Meri, who I am very thankful to have had in my life for all these years, and this is a small token of my appreciation for you.

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Some days, it just isn’t worth getting out of bed. Darcy has accepted this as a fact of her life at this point: that there will be days when being human is just too hard to handle and the best thing she can do is stay in bed. To lounge there like some fairy tale heroine, propped up on lush velvet pillows and lovely, tactile blankets that cocoon her body.

Those are far too fancy words for depression though. From her own first hand experience, Darcy knows that her depression doesn’t result in her looking like a sleeping beauty, but rather a zombie who’s lost a lot of days to a restless, uneasy sleep and a brain that vacillates between feeling too much of the pain in the world sometimes and blindingly numb to everything on others. And when she finally manages to get out of the stupor, she looks like she’s been dragged through a hedge backwards, with a rat’s nest worth of curls on top of her head and in desperate need of a shower. Definitely not fairy-tale like.

She’s developed better coping mechanisms since college at least, which had involved a lot of cheap wine and other risky activities in an attempt to feel something, anything. Even the revelation of Thor and those events were only able to keep the depression at bay for a little while. When she crashed back down to earth afterwards, the nightmares and the “it’s totally not PTSD, I just keep seeing the giant metal Asgardian creature out of the corner of my eyes,” brought all of the feelings of uselessness rushing back that had to be hid away from Jane lest she lose her internship. Frankly, Darcy’s not sure how she managed to graduate, really.

Medication and the health insurance to pay for it makes a world of difference. And Darcy finally has people who she knows care about her just the way she is, damaged and dinged up and beautifully flawed, who love her and accept her love in return, even if the words don’t always come easily.

But, even with the medication there are still days when Darcy just can’t get out of bed, and so she pulls her cozy sweater tighter around her and curls into the blankets, eyes heavy and body trying to become as small as it can be. A few minutes later the door to the bedroom opens, soft footsteps heading her way. It’s the smallness of the tread that tells her it’s Wanda rather than Steve, gliding through the world at her own pace. Wanda sits down on the edge of the big bed, brushing some curls away from Darcy’s eyes. “Mmm,” Darcy hums, leaning into Wanda’s light touch.

There’s a clinking noise somewhere that Darcy can’t quite make out, so she pries her eyes open to spot a couple of fresh mugs on the bedside table amidst the rest of the clutter that’s built up there. “Did you take your pills yet this morning?” Wanda asks. More than once Wanda’s told both her and Steve that she’s not their therapist, she’s their girlfriend, and they try their absolute hardest to honor this...but it’s no secret that Wanda tries to help them where she can, with gentle reminders and quiet little prods that push things in the right direction.

“Not yet,” Darcy sighs. She pushes herself upright, the blankets falling around her, dragging her sweater down a bit until one pale shoulder is sticking out of the cardigan (it’s oversized anyway...and come to think of it she probably borrowed it from Steve’s section of the closet). “I need to.”

“Here.” Wanda leans over to the bedside table and pulls an orange pill bottle out of the mess there. “I think these are them.” She hands them over and Darcy hefts them in her hand, tossing them in the air and hearing the medication rattle around inside.

“I love and hate these things, you know?” Darcy says, popping the cap. “I hate that I’m so fucking dependent on them to keep me balanced, but I love that they actually mean I can function right.” She measures out the dose into her hand and pops them into her mouth, washing them down with a swig of coffee.

Wanda shrugs, moving around to lean against the headboard next to Darcy. Their bed is large enough to fit all three of them comfortably; it may have initially been a custom job to fit Steve’s large frame, but none of them can deny that it’s perfectly shaped for the three of them to sleep at nights. “The medicine’s a lot less self destructive than the other options, at least.”

“Depends on how you use them,” Darcy points out. She snuggles her coffee cup close and leans against Wanda’s side, letting the other woman’s warmth seep into her chilled bones. “Take enough of those pills and destruction is guaranteed.”

The statement is enough to make Wanda groan loudly with frustration. “I swear, between you with the bloody dark jokes and Steve with the bloody fists, you’re both going to make me go entirely grey-haired before I’m thirty.”

And while the rational part of Darcy knows that the comment’s only in jest, it’s enough to make Darcy shrink down inside herself, bury her feelings and the sting down inside of her and curl up inside that hard shell once more. “Sorry,” she mumbles in the direction of her coffee cup.

“Hey.” She feels Wanda’s hand on her face, turning her so they can lock eyes. Wanda glides a knuckle over Darcy’s cheekbone and gives her a soft smile. “No matter what,” she says, “you are absolutely enough as you are, and I love you just like that.”

Darcy can feel the tears start to sting at her eyes, one breaking loose and tracking its way down her skin to gather in the corner of her mouth. “I love you too,” she says, using her free hand to pull Wanda into a slightly desperate kiss that hopefully says everything that words can’t. Darcy pours all of her feelings into it, knowing that Wanda, with all of her psychic skills and abilities, will feel them that way too.

Wanda’s lips trail away from Darcy’s slowly, stretching up to plant another kiss on her forehead. “It’s going to be a bed day, isn’t it?”

“I think so.” Darcy glances over Wanda’s shoulder and out the window, seeing the sky a dull grey color, clouds heavy and leaden, like it may possibly snow but really, it just can’t muster up the energy for it. “Weather’s right for bed and cuddling.”

“Here.” Wanda grabs the remote from the other bedside table and drops it in Darcy’s lap. “You find something to watch, and I’ll get the blankets.”

It doesn’t take long for the two women to get everything situated just so, pillows in all shapes and sizes and colors piled high against the headboard, and some knit blankets that are probably about as old as Darcy is, but they’re warm and cozy, and that’s what matters. “What are you doing?” Darcy asks a few minutes later, once they’re finally curled up together under the blankets, the tv on the other side of the room telling stories of baked goods in soft voices that help to put her brain at ease.

“Texting Steve,” Wanda says, nose buried in her phone. “He’s out running right now, but I’m going to see if I can tempt him to bring some goodies home for us.”

“Goodies are fun, but really, I am a-ok with just cuddles.”

“Well, there’s nothing to stop us from having both of them.”

Wanda’s arm drops around her shoulders, pulling her close, the skin to skin contact doing wonders to soothe Darcy’s soul. Beneath the blankets, she curves her leg atop Wanda’s, clinging on like a truly desperate octopus, and it helps to settle her even further. They’re still like that when Steve arrives later, slightly sweaty from his run, with a tray of drinks in one hand and a paper bag in the other.

“Hey you,” Darcy says, still not moving her head from where it’s pillowed on Wanda’s shoulder. Wanda’s fingers keep idly stroking at her hair anyway, and it’s enough to make her positively melt. “Good run?”

“Good enough. Nothing special.” Before Darcy can ask what’s in the bag the bed dips and Steve crawls over the two of them, bracing himself up so that they’re not crushed under the entirety of his body. He kisses Darcy first, slow and languorous with just a hint of tongue, tasting enough like hot chocolate that Darcy licks her lips when he pulls away. Steve kisses Wanda next, gracing her with the same sweet, slow kiss, and it’s a sight that Darcy will never be tired of.

“You need a shower,” Wanda says when Steve moves back. “You smell like jogging.”

“She has a point.” Darcy plucks at the T-shirt stretched over Steve’s chest, finding one of the sweaty spots there. “Go shower, then come cuddle with us.”

“If my sheets are getting sweaty, it won’t be because of this,” Wanda points out with a giggle.

Steve rolls his eyes, and sighs. His head drops forward and Darcy pats the back of his neck to try and comfort him a bit...and then wipes the sweat that collected on her hand off on his shoulder. “All right, I’m going.” He hauls himself off the bed and heads to the bathroom, the sound of delighted giggles trailing behind him.

One military-quick shower later Steve comes back, wearing loose shorts and a tank top, and crawls into the bed behind Darcy. His body brackets hers neatly, and his arm stretches over her head so that he can play with the loose strands of Wanda’s hair that spread across the piles of pillows. Darcy wriggles back into him, soaking in the skin to skin contact on her back, while tugging Wanda that much closer to her. There’s an art to the group snuggle, after all, which ends up resulting in the finest puppy pile that they could achieve, skin to skin to skin, making it hard to tell where one body ends and the next one begins.

“So what are they making today?” Steve murmurs into Darcy’s shoulder, just as his hand steals up to slide under her shirt, settling large and warm against her soft stomach and grounding her.

Wanda laughs, a little snorting chuckle that is absolutely adorable, and Darcy just shakes her head. “Just wait and see,” Darcy says. “It’s going to make your inner New Yorker curl up and die.”

Even on those darker days, when her brain chemistry is being especially stupid, Darcy knows there’s still something there that makes it all worth it. It could be something small, so minor that no one else would be amused by it, but it’s hers. These two beloved people, who accept and love her for everything that she is, flaws and all, are hers too, and she loves them back. And never let it be said that Darcy doesn’t fight for those she loves.

(a/n: if you’ve been watching this season of GBBO you’ll know exactly which challenge it is that made my inner new yorker curl up and...actually, it made me rage and throw a sock at my TV screen. Sign of a true Brooklynite right there.

Ask me how I really feel about this season of GBBO. Go on. I dare you.)

#Darcy Lewis #Steve Rogers #wanda maximoff #darcy x steve x wanda #fic #mcu #my fic #cuddle fic #because we all need a good cuddle now and then #a true cuddle - get your minds out of the gutter; this isn't that sort of a fic #typhoidmeri

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