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fizzychocolatemilk · 3 years

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La Belleza que Atrae... (The Beauty that Attracts...) (Seroroki Tropetember Drabble)

Seroroki tropetember drabble is here finally! This took more research than my usual fics because I wanted to make sure my Spanish was as correct and natural as possible. But here’s my drabble for day 14: Monstrous (Human/Monster Romance) / Cultural Differences / Language Barrier. AO3 link here.

Shouto met Hanta on an unassuming day in his first week of being stationed at the Tucson, AZ location of Todoroki Corp. Shouto had honestly just been happy to get away from his father for a while, but to do that and meet the most interesting person he’d ever met?! It was a gift that Shouto wasn’t going to take for granted.

Before he actually met Hanta, he had bumped into him a few times first. On his second day there, he had been walking out of a coffee shop that he had never tried before when a man on a bike veered around him shouting, “Cuidado, Gringo!” Shouto stared after the harried man for a moment, thinking about the sleekness of the man’s dark hair and his tan skin, before continuing with his day.

In theory, Shouto knew that the man had been speaking Spanish—that didn’t mean he knew what the man said. Shouto’s father had been more interested in languages that would help Shouto with their international business; Japanese, Mandarin, and English were the languages that his father considered important. But now Shouto was starting to think about learning Spanish.

Shouto saw the same man when he was waiting to pick up a pizza the next afternoon. That time the man was on the phone, talking and laughing with whoever was on the other end of the line. “Jaja, sí! Estoy esperando ahora. Estaré allí pronto. Sí, sí...Adiós.”

The man put his phone back in his pants pocket, then looked up and accidentally locked eyes with Shouto. Shouto maintained his usual blank stare while giving a small placetory smile even though he was beginning to become enamored with the spanish-speaking man, but the other man smiled at Shouto—before furrowing his brows as their staring contest continued past the point of socially acceptable. Shouto was about to work up the courage to go and talk with the man when the employee at the counter called for “Sero!”

Shouto watched as the man went up to the counter and picked up and paid for around 5 boxes of pizza. It felt like he was in a trance as he watched the man’s biceps, exposed by his tropical-patterned, orange muscle tank, flex as he carried the pizzas out the door. He needed to talk to that man—language barrier be damned.

Shouto wasn’t thinking about the handsome man when he saved the little girl.

He had seen her wander into the street and moved without thinking. He heard someone shout, “Mija!” in the background as he tackled the white-blonde girl away from the traffic that was speeding towards her, then the world blurred out and went black.

“Señor...Señor Gringo...SEÑOR!”

Shouto groaned as he sat up...only to headbut the man hovering over him.

“Ay, cabrón!” The man shouted and clutched his head.

Shouto flushed slightly at being so close to the man, but managed to mumble out a semi-audible, if not slightly monotone, apology. The man stared at him, so Shouto asked, “Ummm...do you speak English? If so, I’d like your number. I’ve seen you around a few times and you seem very...interesting.”

The man wrinkled his nose at Shouto before responding, “Ee-m not...bery good ah-t inglés. Yo comprendo inglés aunque. Quieres mi teléfono...You...waant my...noombear?”

Shouto’s eyes sparkled when the man spoke to him (even though his expression remained mostly deadpan), and he nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, you are very beautiful...and I said this but I’ve seen you around several times and you just intrigued me every time I saw you for some reason. I’d like a chance to get to know you better.”

The man gave a soft smile and opened his mouth to respond before the little girl gave a slight tug to his sleeve, “Tío Hanta...tú y este hombre van a ser papá y papi?”

Shouto didn’t know what the girl said, but the man, Hanta, blushed hard and embarrassedly hissed, “Eri-chan, no!” Hanta hugged the girl to his side before turning back to Shouto, “Ehhhhh...tienes un bolígrafo...Doo you hahve ah pe-en?” Shouto reached into his bag and handed the man a pen. “Gracias,” the man nodded before pulling up Shouto’s arm and writing a series of digits on his inner forearm.

Shouto stared at the numbers for a moment before looking up at Hanta. The man grinned and pulled up his hand and used his thumb and pinky finger to make the “call me” sign as he walked away with the girl. Shouto needed to start learning Spanish.

That’s it! Thank you so much for reading and being patient for this one. Translations are under the cut.

Translations

Cuidado, Gringo! ~ Move it, Gringo! / Watch it, Gringo! (Gringo is a derogative term in the US for a white person and/or a white American—Sero didn't know that Todoroki is Asian...so he uses this term)

Jaja, sí! Estoy esperando ahora. Estaré allí pronto. Sí, sí...Adiós. ~ Haha, yeah! I'm waiting now. I'll be there soon. Yeah, yeah...bye.

Mija ~ darling / sweetheart (a common pet name, from what I see it's usually used by adults on children, but I'm pretty sure it can also be used for significant others...it can also be used as "mijo" if talking to a male)

Señor...Señor Gringo...SEÑOR! ~ Señor is sir or mister

Ay, cabrón! ~ Oh shit! / Oh fuck!

Ee-m not...bery good ah-t inglés. Yo comprendo inglés aunque. Quieres mi teléfono...You...waant my...noombear? ~ I'm not...very good at English. I understand English though. You want my number...You...want my...number? ("teléfono" literally translates to "telephone" or "phone"...but it is also slang for "phone number"...like how you say "number" instead of "phone number" in English)

Tío Hanta...tú y este hombre van a ser papá y papi? ~ Uncle Hanta...are you and this man going to be like papa and daddy?

Ehhhhh...tienes un bolígrafo...Doo you hahve ah pe-en? ~ Uhhhhh...do you have a pen...do you have a pen? (I know Sero repeats phrases, but usually when I'm speaking Spanish it helps me to say the phrase a couple of times or to say the phrase in English before I say it in Spanish...so I tried to incorporate that into the writing)

Gracias ~ Thanks / Thank you

#fizzy's fics #tropetember #language barrier #spanish #use of spanish slang and swears #eri is bakudeku's kid #that isn't mentioned in the fic #but that's who she means when she says papa y papi #seroroki #todosero #implied bakudeku #eri #sero hanta #todoroki shouto

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giurochedadomani · 3 years

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Fic-in-progress type of update that has gotten a tiny, little bit out of hand but I regret nothing and I really want to share it

I’m doing the third and final part of this.

When I do get to finish this I feel like it’ll work just fine as a one shot, but. Just to give you some context: this scene of the story takes place after a botched plan ends up with the son of a rival capo dead at the hands of? Leonardo? I never bothered to write out what exactly happened on That Fateful Night and now I’m taking 100% advantage of that.

The thing is, the other mafioso certainly blames him. When Primo manages to keep Leo out of jail by putting the blame of the murder on the son of the town’s mayor, their rival decides to take justice into his own hands, failing to consider how little Primo is likely to stop until he owns the city and ends with every kind of threat vaguely pointed in his direction, Leo’s or this family he has adopted himself into. Enter:

[Gioia Tauro, Saturday night]

Uhhhhh there are things I can tag for: mentions of abuse re: Primo’s childhood, discussions of murder and other Mob related stuff, but there are other things that I can’t really tag without spoiling away what happens, so I’m gonna highlight that this story is basically about a mob war and that violent stuff happens and use the handy ao3 sign of ‘Author decided not to display any warnings’

“Do you want me to tell you, or not?”

“I don’t know, you seem to be doing quite well on your own”.

It comes off way drier than Leonardo means to, and the without me goes over them, unspoken. He bites the tip of his tongue and stands his ground and tries not to picture the hint of hurt that passes over Primo’s face as Leonardo goes through his business, picking up his suit’s jacket and the briefcase from the sofa as the other looks at him like some kind of gargoyle while he fusses through the office.

“A bomb. In his office”, Primo explains, slow, after a moment, blatantly ignoring him. “Next week, we’re aiming for Friday, although Fiore needs to tie up some loose ends”. A beat of silence. “I insisted on it being Friday. Less people in the building that day, like you said”. Leonardo won’t give in to Primo’s unsubtle attempts to win him over. “I was going to tell you”.

He gives the other a sharp look. What he means to be a sharp look, really. It’s kind of endearing that Primo cannot withstand a grand total of half a minute of silence treatment. No, Leonardo’s still pissed that he didn’t call him into the meeting.

“What loose ends?”, he asks, tone clipped.

“ID passes. He wants to get a couple of original ones”, rob some innocent cleaning lady of her own pass, more likely, Leonardo thinks, as if he were in some shape or form morally superior to that, “and just modify the photos, keeping it simple. He can’t do that a week earlier, it’d be...”, Primo trails off, looking at him with a tinge of—

It’d be less likely to call on any unwanted attention, that’s for sure. And truth be told, they’ve never been lucky with forgeries. It’s not as if they’re trying to enter the fucking Quirinale, and one would think that a sleepy guard on a Friday morning wouldn’t pay much attention to some cleaning staff’s passes, but it doesn’t hurt to be a little bit extra cautious: Romano has proven himself to be able to become quite the headache. And he can’t help feeling a little satisfied at how Primo is not diving head first into danger for once in his fucking life— no. He’s annoyed.

Leonardo hums, pensive. He locks the door of his office after they step outside, and speaks again once he finds another direction in which to funnel his irritation.

“What’s their story, if they’ve got to flee the scene”.

Primo frowns. His patent confusion vindicates Leonardo, for some fucking reason. He focuses on that instead on how much it pisses him off that he already knows that Primo will avoid simply saying that he’s sorry, as if the words were fucking poisonous.

“They don’t manage to do it, what do they do”, he insists.

The eerie stillness of the building, empty at that hour, just makes Primo’s silence louder as they walk to the elevator.

“Why, if someone had thought to ask just that”, Leonardo concludes, sarcastic, stabbing the push button.

Primo huffs. He can behave like a child all he wants, Leonardo is not going to give in. He’s fully capable of becoming as difficult as Primo can be, when he puts his mind to it. Let’s see if the other can take his own medicine—

“Her name’s Lucrezia”.

…

Leonardo is so thrown off by the non sequitur that he almost manages to momentary forget about his exasperation. He stares at Primo for a long moment, the doors of the elevator opening and staying open for them. “...She’s one of his classmates”, Primo adds, as if that clarified anything.

Leonardo’s bewilderment must be patent on his face because Primo makes a whole show of rolling his eyes, looking up as if asking God for patience. He grabs him and pushes him inside the elevator, pushing the button to the ground floor.

“Francesco”, he starts again, slowly, once the doors close off again. He’s probably aiming to be more comprehensible, but doesn’t manage to make it look as if he’s not in some way explaining things to a baby. “He’s not out there doing…”, he has to think for a moment to land in something Leonardo could possibly be pissed off about, and he’s not entirely convinced when he says: “...Drugs, or whatever the hell you’re worried about. He’s just got himself a...”, he trails off again, does a florid gesture with his hand as if he could grab the right word, ends up saying a very dubitative: “... friend”. He shrugs, as if deeming it a suitable enough explanation. “So yeah. You can stop being insufferable now”.

Each button keeps getting illuminated as they descend, a little peep sounding each time they pass a floor. So that’s what was up with them both. Leonardo feels tranquility washing over his surprise, before his gut settles on uneasiness as he continues looking at Primo and the stiffness of his shoulders.

He passes a hand over his face.

“Francesco’s got a girlfriend”.

“You’re not this dense on the usual”.

“And he told you about it”.

He’s well aware that Franceso regards Primo with an undercurrent of hero worship. He’s also intimately familiar with how despite the fact that Primo is a man of many hidden talents, romance is, to put it mildly, not the subject he feels most comfortable with. The other is fucking with him in some way, he can’t help feeling sure of that, and it makes him kind of tense not being able to point out exactly where.

Uncharacteristically of him, Primo feels the need to fill the silence.

“Don’t be jealous”, he starts once the doors open, and he sounds a tad arrogant, as he always does when— “I told him to do a formal presentation at some point, bring her home to have dinner and all that stuff, let Regina gush and… yeah”. He turns to face Leonardo once he realizes that he has stopped on his tracks, adds, defensively: “You have been weird all fucking day. That’s why I didn’t tell you to come into the meeting”.

“Lucrezia”, Leonardo repeats. The name sounds familiar. It’s Primo’s closed off expression what makes realization fall onto his mind like a circuit breaker blowing up the fuse: a scratching sound and then fade to black. He stares at Primo in disbelief, mouth hanging open until he can work around the knot at his throat.

“Brambilla. Lucrezia Brambilla. Brambilla, as in. The daughter of the—”.

“Yes”.

A well-mannered girl, soft spoken and sweet. He has seen her in passing, disappearing behind the tinted windows of his father’s fancy car at the entrance of Francesco’s high school. He knows her father better. Sergio Brambilla.

Prosecutor.

“And you told him it was a good idea?”, Leonardo asks, in which he’d defend as a very reasonable tone of voice, given the circumstances, but doesn’t perhaps quite manage to hit the whole discreet thing, because Primo makes a sharp movement in the general direction of the night guard booth.

“What’s exactly bad about knowing what the fuck happens in that house?”

Of course. Of fucking course Primo would think it’s a good idea. He doesn’t even know why he’s surprised except that for the very little, trivial fact that he cannot believe what he’s hearing!

“You had a hand on it!?”

Primo has the sheer audacity to look offended.

“Me? In what? How the fuck could I possibly— As if it were my fucking fault now that your kid likes blondes!”

“I swear on everything that’s holy, Primo!”

Primo throws a look to the booth over his shoulder, then at him, then promptly grabs his arm and pushes him forward, making him advance towards the garage entrance, past the night guard, who takes a look at them and searches to fade with the wallpaper behind. He loves Primo, God damn them both, he does, but sometimes he’d hit him with a fucking chair, but also no, because someone’s got to keep a levelled head and he refuses to go down the level of a machiavelian, manipulative jerk who deems feasible to intervene in his son’s life like—

“Shut up for a fucking minute, will you”, Primo says, which is fucking rich. Leonardo shoves him off the moment they’re passing the first row of cars, the itch of a fight bubbling right under his skin. Primo doesn’t continue after seemingly making sure that he’s going to listen. He takes a deep breath before doing so, evidently to rile himself in, which would be the most annoyingly petulant thing in the world if he were any other person. “He took a liking to the girl on his own. They’re classmates, as I said. They’ve been friends since the start of the year, and now, well”, he shrugs, ostensibly. “She’s also going to study in Rome, it seems”.

It hurts. The fact that not only did Primo know before him about it, but that he has done so for such a very long time.

“And you planned to tell me when, exactly?”, Leonardo can’t help but to interrupt.

Primo copies his sarcastic tone when he answers: “When you’ve decided to make a problem out of it, perhaps?”

He knows in his heart that Primo trusts him, and that he does so seemingly to a further extent than anyone else. That he loves him, in his own peculiar way, and that he’d move heaven and Earth to protect him, and his family. That’s why it’s so hard to wrap his mind around the fact that he wouldn’t even bother to mention something like this. Besides, the careless way he’s speaking about it doesn’t really sit well with Leonardo. As if he had landed himself had single handedly on court when he came to know the girl’s father: “You remember that Brambilla accused me of murder, don’t you?”

“You were acquitted”, the other replies, instantly, tone tense. “You’re a model citizen, for all the guy knows”.

“He defended that I’m a mafioso”, he insists. He remembers the charges line by fateful line. Refusing to talk about it won’t make him forget what happened, notwithstanding Primo’s look on the subject. “He said that I planned to set up a cocaine distribution ring with the money I supposedly stole from—”.

“Nothing about them getting together forces you to have a good relationship with Brambilla”, Primo points out, exasperated, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “It’s Francesco the one who’s dating his daughter”.

Leonardo limits himself to stare at the other from the other side of his Berlinetta when they reach it.

He should have confronted Francesco directly about it, but no, because the kid’s got an angelic face of never having done harm to a fly and he’s soft. Regina has a sixth sense for these things, she would have been a better option, except that he feared that Francesco would have gotten himself in bigger problems than a girl. It’s not a girl, though, not just like that, and really, there’s probably an option that he has somehow missed that would have prevented him from ending up in a parking lot, being looked at as if he’s hawk’s prey.

He sighs, opens the car and gets in, going through the usual motions as Primo follows him suit, putting the briefcase on the backseat, his jacket covering it after he fishes out his keys from one of the pockets.

Francesco could easily say the wrong thing, in the wrong moment, to the wrong person, and neither of them would be none the wiser. He could rat them out in a bid to brag, or because he thinks that he can relax his guard. What if he breaks the poor girl’s heart and she wants to take revenge? He remembers how stupid young love can make you, how blind.

“Telling Francesco that he can’t do it won’t work”, Primo says, serious, but not quite as biting. “You’ll just be handing him over the perfect excuse for him not to tell you shit in the future”.

Leonardo wonders if it’s the girl sticking it to her father what appeals to Primo so much about the whole thing, he supposes the other could appreciate a kindred spirit. It’s obvious that he’s talking from experience, and Leonardo doesn’t know if he feels more insulted by the possibility that Primo might be comparing him to Salvatore, of all people, or to Primo’s own dad, of all fucking people, as if he had ever given the slightest indication that he’d beat— That he’d— Just considering the idea that he might have to explain to the other that not every son has quite the same relationship with their father as Primo did with Angelo Nizzuto makes him kind of nauseous.

Primo must sense where his mind’s heading because he ends up adding: “Doesn’t matter if you’re nice about it, but you can be my damn fucking guest if you want to try”. He shrugs, then looks out of the window, as if he were washing his hands out of the situation instead of biding his time, as Leonardo is completely convinced he’s doing.

This is a lost battle, if Primo has already taken such a defensive stance on the subject. He’s got months on him, despite all (“They’ve been friends since the start of the year, and now, well”), more than enough time for him to look at Francesco and Lucrezia from every possible angle and to collect every single argument in favor of their relationship before quick starting a confrontation with him. And really, he’s just so blind sided by the whole thing. He must be a really bad father not to suspect a thing for months.

Leonardo puts the ignition key on, but Primo speaks again before he turns it.

“I’ve just told him to be smart, to pay attention, and not to run himself into problems” he insists, softer. “Your kid can do that. You know he can. Besides, I’m keeping an eye on him”, he turns to face him, “You can at least trust that, don’t you?”

That’s very unfair of Primo. It’s not a question of trust. Francesco’s a very inexperienced hot head. He’d be up to his knees in problems before he recognizes the first signs of danger, let alone ask for help.

“He’ll tell me himself if he does fuck up, you can be sure of that. Holy hell, he just won’t stop talking about the girl, you know? Lulu this, Lulu that”, Primo continues, as if he knew full well that he’s picking at his reticences little by little. Leonardo’s running out of excuses not to associate the pang in his chest with the notion that he’s been kept outside this little secret. “He calls her Lulu”, Primo explains, seemingly flabbergasted at the notion, which is very boldly rich coming from him, and kind of makes Leonardo want to ask him what exactly makes Lulu any more ridiculous of a nickname than Leo.

He snorts, despite himself.

Primo smiles a little when he sees him doing so, as if he’s just proved his point. It’d be so annoying, if it wasn’t so genuine.

“Better to wait the whole thing out. Let him go to Rome. There are more options in Rome. He’ll just grow bored, with time”. Leonardo raises an eyebrow. Primo’s smile takes the barest turn to playful. He deadpans: “Worse case scenario, they do end up getting married and we need to find you a proper suit to wear. You look hot with a suit. I don’t see a downside of the situation for anyone involved”.

Just like that. As if it were so easy.

He’d like to have a smidge of Primo’s unwavering faith in their future, of his unstoppable conviction that they’ll always come up on top, though he’s reduced to trust that the other knows what he’s doing and join for the ride.

Leonardo’s done so many bad things in his life, this is surely his God given punishment.

“When I told you to solve this I didn’t mean, like, personally”, Primo interrupts his train of thought making a vague gesture towards the backseat. “We’ve got people for that. You keep insisting on that: a good boss knows when to delegate”, he adds, in which Leonardo’s forced to interpret as his attempt to mock him. It’s very unfair, given how different is delivering the suitcase from when he told Primo that, that is, when he had to keep him in bed after getting shot, but he knows where Primo’s going with this. He knows this kind of dance.

He looks at him and keeps silent, so Primo’s forced to elaborate. If he wants to have dinner with him, he can just ask. Primo purses his lips, frowns a little, but finally says, slowly:

“I have an idea. That I want your opinion on”, then he stops for a moment, seemingly to revise what he’s going to say, and adds: “That we could discuss, with wine”.

“You want to have dinner at the Olimpo, then?”, he insists, just to hear Primo say it, and not be the slightest bit surprised when he ignores him.

“It’s got to do with your cousin. Does he still want to work for us?”

“Antonio? Yes”.

“How fluent would you say that he’s in Spanish?”

Leonardo takes the ignition key out.

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An hour later, Dante would finish his cigarette under the street light by the back entrance of the office. He would take a quick look at his watch, and he would get into the car after checking the backseat, adjusting the jacket slightly over the suitcase. If he came back soon enough, he could have dinner with his girlfriend, he’d think, fishing for Leonardo’s car keys in his pocket. Maybe he could take her out next weekend, treat her to somewhere posh by the port. He’d turn the ignition key on.

…

KA-BOOM!!!!!

#trust fx #primo x leonardo #Lau writes #this is awfully domestic truth be told #if you made it to the end: I’m sorry but also I’m not sorry at all #Working title: My daddy’s got a gun (you better run)

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dredshirtroberts · 3 years

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Tagged by @tumbleweedtech!!

What is your total word count on AO3?

Oh thank god you're asking me to look there where they calculate it for me so i don't have to try and figure it out across all eleventy-million of my fucking WIPs xD.

uhhhhh looks like...274,424 heh. that's lower than i thought but then again I post very little of what i actually write so...

How many fandoms have you written for?

On AO3? if I lump the related ones together (which i do) it's 4. If we're talking across the board in general? uh...f u c k. there's so much i haven't posted or thought about posting yet. just go ahead and like. add ten more on top of the four fandoms on AO3 i think that's about close if we're counting crossovers and inspired-bys

What were your top 5 fics by kudos?

Right Back to the Beginning

Constellations

Please, What?

Spearwort, Iris and Ash: Spearwort Yellow for Joy

Lia & Em's Adventure In Thedas Part I: The Wrath of Heaven

Do you respond to comments - why, why not?

I... want to? I try sometimes, if someone's comment touches me or came at a particularly bad time. It's overwhelming to respond to people - I'm a lurker by nature and never really grew out of the habit of teen-me knowing i wasn't supposed to be looking at the fics i was reading and so i wouldn't interact with them or the authors at all. So it can be hard to like. reconcile that I'm a fully grown adult person who is allowed to not only read and write what i enjoy but also that like. other adult people are reading and enjoying what i write? and that they'd want to tell me? I admit to also falling out of what little habit i'd started due to continued weirdly critical (yet not *negative*) comments that just. rub me the wrong way so I can't figure out how to respond? yeah.

What's your fic with the angsty-est ending?

Again I guess if we're going by what's actually posted, I'd probably have to say the Super Fucking Old fic I added from my FF.net days: A Late Summer Afternoon (hopefully that's the right link - sometimes copy and paste doesn't work the way i want). warnings for MCD. I...imagine you might be able to pick up on why that one's my angstiest ending xD I generally try to like. end my stories on a positive note? even if it's not all better yet - so the second angstiest would be Color of Your Eyes or Have This probably. Likely more Have This over Color of Your Eyes but they're both relatively tame as compared to my earliest writing xD

Do you write crossovers?

Uh...yes but i haven't posted any yet. Most of the reason nothing I write gets posted is because I am incapable of writing small projects and I get nervous about posting chapters before i know where i story is going yet because i feel like i can't edit if it's been posted? Anyway I'm going to try and get over that eventually. Not right now, though. I still have to edit some stuff.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Hate is a strong word. I...assume most people who have commented mean well, regardless of how their comments may come off to me on my end. Several have rubbed me the wrong way due to phrasing and an inability to read tone over text-based communication, but I refuse to believe they would have kept reading if they didn't like most of the story. Certainly it has been generally positive feedback across the board so I don't feel comfortable at all calling any negative comments i've received (intentional or not) "hate"

Have you ever had a story stolen?

As far as I'm aware, no. Thankfully I tend to write shit that people just don't care that much about so I'm pretty safe I think. Watch that come bite me in the ass xD

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nah. I hope one day to be proficient in my target language and will be able to translate my own fics myself but see aforementioned note about how no one really cares that much about what i write xD it won't happen unless i do it myself.

What is your all time favourite pairing?

You want me? to pick favorites? in THIS economy?

What is a fic you would like to finish but don't think you ever will?

currently none are looking like "never gonna finish"es which is good. RBttB sat unfinished for a long while and I probably won't polish the ending on that one, but it's technically done. I also don't want to finish that one either so. it wouldn't have fulfilled the requirements of the question.

Writing strengths?

You want me? to compliment myself? in THIS econo- alright alright i know, it's a terrible joke. Uh...I understand i'm pretty good at smut. and descriptions? i think? I feel like my humor is unparalleled but that's also because i'm pretty sure i'm the funniest person in my apartment (we'll just casually not mention i live alone...) Seamless integration of current and historical memes? Puns? i don't know. i am super confident about writing but i couldn't tell you for sure what i'm actually strong at.

Writing weaknesses?

uh. Getting anything finished. endings. d i a l o g u e. writing. flow. pacing. repetition. writing. see what i did there? i told you my humor was awesome. no but really i struggle with actually starting to write and then it ends up being a lot of me repeating myself a bunch until i find the sentence or four that work best. and like. my pacing is weird so it can be hard to...figure out what i'm trying to say? oh and commas. i use commas wrong.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages?

I enjoy the shit out of it. I know it's not everyone's cup of tea but I try really hard to get it right. if I'm not 100% positive it's correct I will change the whole sentence. mostly because i only know a handful of people who know languages other than English and I am bad at reaching out for help when I need it. mostly the second part though.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

YuYu Hakusho! A friend and I wrote this epic fucking self-insert not-quite-isekai style fanfic back and forth in notebooks back in the 6th grade (which was about...oh. nearly 20 years ago jesus i'm old). Only one of my notebooks survived when she decided anime was demons and the devil trying to tempt her away from Jesus so a lot of the story was lost. It was also in pencil so it's half worn out of the notebook as it is. then there was the phase i went through where i decided i could make my notebooks more interesting by cutting them into shapes which lost me a bit of text in the margins that i'd forgotten about... look we're mostly lucky i had it at all or that i've kept it all these years. Why do i still have it?...hm.

What's your favourite fic?

Of mine? So far it's probably a toss-up between Spearwort, Iris and Ash and Lia & Em's Adventure in Thedas. you know. My two biggest projects Oh...oh possibly also the Current-Reworking-The-Title fic I've started that I've not posted anything of yet in the Arcana fandom. Which is also a huge major project. I don't write small if I can help it, apparently.

of someone else's? You want me? to choose favorites? in THIS- yes i know that's the same joke three times. I think it changes based on what I need most out of my fic reading experience. I have an extensive bookmark collection on AO3. one of them in there's probably holding a spot as favorite, most likely.

Tagging: @concertconfetti, @daughterofdungeonbat, and anyone else who wants to do this! If you want a specific tag to do this, please LMK and i'll tag you <33

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love-fireflysong · 4 years

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Day 15: Believe

Fandom: Tales of Phantasia Character(s): Claus F. Lester, Mirald Rune Words: 1380 Rating: General (spoilers of Tales of Phantasia though I guess?) Author’s Notes: Here’s another ToP fic from me to you, this time Claus centric! Not a character I ever expected to cover in depth like this honestly. Him and Mirald both. The things this month is bringing out in me...

“You know, a part of me still can’t believe that I actually managed to do all of this.”

From where Claus sat at the large table in the center of the room, he heard Mirald’s voice come amused from around the corner where she was putting away some books onto one of the many, many bookshelves that littered the house. “You’re gonna have to be more specific, Claus. Are you talking about defeating Dhaos? Changing fate so magic is still a thing in the future? Travelling 100 years into the future to fight Dhaos again? Continuing yet another 50 years into the future? Riding flying machines? Defeating Dhaos for the third time? Actually managing to kill him this time? You did a lot of stuff in the month you were out of the house you know.”

Claus gave a short burst of surprised laughter. “I mean, technically I was gone for closer to three months...”

“Oh of course. I must have forgotten, what with all the time-travelling that you were off doing! My mistake.” Her bite was dry, but even without seeing her face, Claus could hear the smile in her voice. Mirald came from around the corner, and yup, there it was. the small smile that was just the upturned corner of her mouth. “I was being serious though, you are going to have to be more specific. Which of these frankly unbelievable events is the most unbelievable to you?”

Claus shrugged, a little cowed but most mostly cocky. “Well, I mean all of them if we’re being honest here, but they weren’t what I was talking about. I was talking about these.” He made a gesture to the little jewelry box he had had custom ordered when he had returned a few weeks back now. The box itself was pretty plain on the outside, just simple cedar unadorned with any designs or engravings. The inside on the other hand, was another story.

Inside the box was strips of royal blue velvet, sewn tightly together to create creases for the twelve rings inside to stand up and show off their assortment of gems. Each ring sparkled in the light of the candle nearby, and it seemed a trick of the same light, but one could swear that something seemed to swirl inside each of the jewels, but with a blink they were solid colors again. Looking for all the world. like normal, though ridiculously expensive, rings.

Claus felt Mirald come up behind him and place a hand on his shoulder as she looked over his head onto the table. “Oh! So it finally came in, did it? I must admit, the Laiott Trading Company does good work, even if it took them a while to find this for you. I still can’t believe that you managed to convince them to locate this in the first place.”

“They took it as a special request. Elwin and Nancy did owe me a favor after all.”

“Of course. Because I forgot that among all of the other hero-ing you were off doing, you were also playing matchmaker on the side.” Mirald tweaked Claus’s ear lightly and he chucked. “These are all of the rings though?”

He nodded proudly. “Yup, and each of them has a pact with a different spirit.”

“I still can’t believe that you managed to prove your theory true. That humans using magic is possible through the use of spirits.”

“Exactly! All those years of research, the pain I endured as those fools laughed at me, at us! And for what? I was right!” Claus narrowed his eyes and laughed darkly. “Let’s see those idiots laugh now when I summon Maxwell in front of them and watch him proceed to throw dark balls of molecular energy at them!” He stopped laughing when Mirald tweaked his ear again, much harder this time.

“Don’t be ridiculous. As if I would let you destroy a place of learning.”

Claus looked over his shoulder at her, a smile on his face showing off his teeth. “But you’re not saying that they don’t deserve it I noticed.”

She rolled her eyes at him. “Don’t misconstrue my words like that.” She paused for a moment before sharing his smile. “Though it would be funny to watch them cower and grovel, I admit.”

“Aha! I knew it!”

“Oh, shut up. Now, show me which one’s Maxwell’s again?”

Claus eagerly pointed to a a ring placed on on the far left of the second row. A dark turquoise was centered in the silver ring, with small semi-circles of open space just below the left and right sides of the jewel letting the brilliant blue of the velvet come through. “This one. We found it near the end of the Moria Mines. I had to have a pact with Sylph, Undine, Efreet, and Gnome—” he pointed at each of the rings (opal, aquamarine, garnet, and ruby in that order) on the top row “—before we could even meet him.”

“What does he look like again?”

“An old man with big bushy white eyebrows and mustache. He wears a big black hat and robes and carries a staff.” As though sensing that she was looking at his own brown hat hung over by the door, he scoffed. “Not like that though. It was more triangular in shape, I guess? Kind of reminds me of the hats that the people in Suzu’s village wore now that I think about it...”

“Yes, because I clearly know what those hats looked like.” Before he could respond, Mirald pointed at a sapphire ring on the bottom row. “I’ve always liked the color of that one. Which one’s that?”

To her surprise, Claus made a face not unlike that of pained grimace. “Oh, that’s, uh, Gremlin Lair.”

“Gremlin Lair? Who or what is a ‘Gremlin Lair’?”

“It’s hard to explain? I mean, uh—” he quickly backtracked at the flat, unimpressed look on her face. “—it’s a summon.”

“Oh, wow. I never would have guessed. Try again.”

Claus sighed. “It’s what it says on the tin. When I summon from this ring, a bunch of gremlins come out and attack whatever I’m fighting by biting them.”

“...and you had to fight them to get it to agree to making a pact with you?”

“No, not... exactly. I promised them that I would feed them whenever I called them.”

Mirald sighed painfully as she rubbed at a spot between her eyebrows. “And what, exactly, did you promise to feed them?”

“...my mana?”

“Claus!” She was pleased to note that he at least sunk a little in his seat in shame. “Why on earth would you promise them that?!”

With a groan, Claus put his head in his hands. “I thought it would be useful? I don’t know, Mirald! It just looked so hungry and at that point we were so close to storming Dhaos’ Castle that I was desperate for anything that might help us!”

Anticipating the no doubt scathing scolding he was about to receive, Claus frantically grabbed at a ring on the same row, but the other end as the sapphire one, and shoved it into her face. “Here!”

He watched Mirald’s face go pink all of a sudden, and didn’t understand why until he looked at the ring in his fingers, and proceeded to turn the same shade.

“Uhhhhh...”

The voice that came out of her was not one he had ever heard before, small, high-pitched, and squeaky. “Please tell me there’s a reason you’re shoving a diamond ring into my face.”

“Yeah! I-I-I mean, of course there is, yeah. It’s the ring that has a pact with Origin.”

Though her face was still pink, Mirald had at least recovered her wits enough to gawk at the ring in shock. “You mean Origin. The Origin. Spirit of All Things and King of Spirits, Origin. That Origin?”

“The very one!”

“Oh, I have got to hear how in the world you of all people managed to convince Origin to agree to a pact.”

The smile on Claus’s face was almost scary in it’s eagerness. “Okay. So, in order to forge the sword that would break the barrier surrounding Dhaos’ Castle, we needed to find two swords of fire and ice, and a pact ring...”

#pride month prompt challenge #my writing #tales of phantasia #claus f lester #mirald rune #claus/mirald hinted at #this was different #i only hope that i got claus and mirald properly in character

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bing-fucker · 4 years

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Egos you say? How about 68 "Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" with dapperstache?

I completely forgot that Dapperstache was a ship that existed, I’m not gonna lie. But looking at the art that I’ve found of it? This is adorable. Mustache boys. Jameson’s signing will be in italics, but other than that it’s pretty identical to Wilford’s speech. Also warning, I suck at writing Wilford

Oh! I’m also going to put the actual story under a read more link, because I’ve realized it’s super annoying when fics aren’t under read mores.

Warnings: Gun mention, obviously sexual contents, uhhhhh Wilford is a warning in and of himself if I’m honest, daddy kink because nobody will ever tell me that Wilford doesn’t have one. There are slight mentions of Anti, but he doesn’t actually appear. Ask me to add warnings as necessary!

Living an ocean away didn’t exactly make dating easy, as anyone in a long-distance relationship will say. And if you happened to be Wilford Warfstache and Jameson Jackson, even in the same house it was rare to be able to get a moment alone. Jameson had far too many over-protective friends that stuck by him seemingly endlessly. Not to mention Anti, and whatever strange fondness he held for the gentleman.

Which was fair, to be honest. Wilford was a dangerous man, he knew that. But he would never hurt his precious Jameson! Well. Not any more than the gentleman would ask for. But regardless of how dangerous he was, he wanted to see Jameson. Which was how he found himself sneaking through the gentleman’s window at around three AM.

There was a small thud that indicated Jameson falling off the bed in shock as Wilford cleared his throat. The bubblegum psycho laughed, rushing to Jameson’s side and pulling the other man to his feet.

“You know there is a door, yes?” Jameson said, the sepia glow of his speech slides lighting up the room slightly.

“Well, where’s the fun in that?” Wilford replied, waving a hand dismissively. “Absolutely none. No fun at all.” Jameson laughed and rolled his eyes fondly, pulling Wilford into a tight hug. Wilford laughed softly and returned the hug, hiding his face in Jameson’s hair.

“Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” Jameson asked, drawing away from the hug and quirking an eyebrow at Wilford.

Wilford grinned and planted a kiss against Jameson’s lips, letting his hands fall from the gentleman’s waist to his hips. “Both, my dear,” he replied, grinning wider as Jameson kissed his cheek.

“The gun I’m disappointed about,” Jameson replied, blushing faintly.

“I figured you would be,” Wilford replied, pulling the gun out of his pocket and setting it to the side. “But cheer up! I’m still happy to see you.” Jameson made an expression like he was laughing as Wilford gripped his hips tighter and pulled the gentleman closer.

“Well, I’m rather happy to see you as well, my dear,” he replied, although he had a feeling his slide went unseen, given how dedicated Wilford seemed to marking up the side of his throat at the moment.

“You’ve been here two days and this is the first moment alone we’ve gotten,” Wilford complained, leaning back to admire the large bruise growing on Jameson’s throat and quickly working on undressing the gentleman.

“And I bet I can guess what you want to do with it,” Jameson replied, helping Wilford in the removal of his pajamas.

“Oh, there are many things I want to do,” Wilford replied, grinning and starting to work on his own clothes as Jameson laid back on his bed. “Fucking you until you can’t think is just one of them.”

“It seems neither of us will be thinking in that case,” Jameson teased. “At least not with our heads up here.”

“Hey, I think with my head plenty,” Wilford replied, pouting playfully and crawling over Jameson. “I just happen to think with my dick more often.”

Jameson laughed silently and nodded in agreement, pulling Wilford into a deep kiss. Wilford grinned into the kiss, slotting his hips against Jameson’s and almost immediately deepening the kiss further. Wilford was a sloppy kisser, but Jameson didn’t mind too much.

Wilford pulled away quickly, evidently far too impatient to bother with kissing more. He quickly flipped Jameson onto his stomach, carelessly tearing off the gentleman’s boxers and grabbing lube.

“Fuck, Jamie,” he muttered softly, pushing two fingers unceremoniously into the small gentleman. Jameson moaned silently, hiding his face against the bed in embarrassment and pressing his hips back against Wilford’s fingers.

“I’ve missed you, my dear,” Wilford muttered, pressing his lips against the back of Jameson’s throat. “I’ve missed you so much. Been thinking about you constantly. About the faces you make when you’re turned on. About the things your mouth can do...”

Jameson hissed in a breath when Wilford thrust his fingers - now up to four - against his prostate, pressing his ass back insistently.

“Wil, please,” he said, slides flickering. Wilford had a distinct feeling that Jameson would be whining if he could. Wilford wasn’t usually one to be very careful, but he was a rather large man, and Jameson was quite a bit smaller than he was normally.

“I don’t want to hurt you, baby,” he explained, kissing Jameson’s arched spine as he finger-fucked the small gentleman.

“You won’t, Wil, please, I need you~” Jameson replied, looking over his shoulder and giving Wilford a pleading look.

“Fuck, baby, you know I can’t resist that look,” Wilford complained, pulling away from Jameson completely. Jameson looked like he would have whined if he could, hole fluttering around nothing. Wilford grinned and kissed his spine briefly, sitting in the middle of the bed and pulling off his boxers. He poured a liberal amount of lube on his cock before patting his lap, licking his lips as Jameson crawled onto his lap.

“There we go, baby,” Wilford said encouragingly, gripping Jameson’s hips tightly and slowly lowering the small gentleman onto his large cock. “There we go. Just like that, baby, take it all.” He threw his back in a groan, thrusting up into Jameson insistently.

“Fuck, yeah,” he panted softly. “You feel so good, baby. Taking daddy so well, I’m so proud of you.”

Jameson moaned silently, closing his eyes as his face screwed up in pleasure. Wilford grinning and gently guided Jameson into riding him properly, licking his lips at the slight bulge in his little gentleman’s stomach. Jameson panted heavily, moving faster on his own and properly fucking himself on Wilford’s cock.

Jameson had never been very good at lasting long. It was something about him that Wilford found absolutely adorable. Besides, how could he begrudge his lover anything when Jameson made such a cute face when he came. Wilford grinned and switched their position, pressing Jameson to the bed and fucking him properly as the smaller man came, painting both Wilford’s and his own chest white.

“How cute~” Wilford purred, quickly fucking Jameson into overstimulation. “Doing so well, baby. Just let daddy have his fun now, hm? Just be a good boy~” Jameson moaned silently and gripped Wilford’s hair tightly, arching his back as the reporter continued.

Wilford wasn’t going to last much longer, not with Jameson clenching like a vice around him as the gentleman’s second orgasm wracked his frame. It’d been far too long since he’d gotten a good fuck for him to last as long as he wanted. Wilford stilled and bit Jameson’s shoulder harshly as he came deep inside the little gentleman, collapsing on top of him and sucking at the bite to form it into a proper hickey.

“What was that about fucking me until I can’t think?” Jameson asked, smirking at Wilford lightly.

“Oh, don’t think I’m done with you yet, Jameson Jackson,” Wilford growled, rolling himself and Jameson onto their sides and lightly grinding against Jameson as he kept his cock inside. “We’re just getting started, baby~”

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damienthepious · 4 years

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Merry Lizz Kiss

... that’s nothing, i am sorry :P

Going Through Changes, Ripping Out Pages (Chapter 3)

[ch 1] [ch 2] [ao3] [ch 4] [ch 5] [ch 6] [ch 7] [ch 8] [ch 9] [ch 10] [???]

Fandom: The Penumbra Podcast

Relationship: Lord Arum/Sir Damien/Rilla

Characters: Lord Arum, Sir Damien, Rilla, The Keep

Additional Tags: Second Citadel, Lizard Kissin’ Tuesday, Established Relationship, (uhhhhh sorta), Amnesia, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, (WE WILL GET THERE…… EVENTUALLY)

Fic Summary: Lord Arum wakes to discover that some things have changed while he slept. Namely, there is a human in his bed.

Chapter Summary: The humans return to the Keep.

The Keep opens the portal for them, its tone gentle and, perhaps, a little nervous, and when Rilla and Damien step through (now dressed at least somewhat properly, less vulnerable out of sleep clothes), they are in a space that makes Rilla immediately burst into a breath of laughter, even as it pulls on her heart. A constructed room in the darkness, with a puddle of bioluminescence illuminating Arum, draped upon his throne of thorns and vines. Just as he had been, the first time she woke up here, kidnapped and confused. He curls lazily on the floral seat, one leg slung over the side and his tail twining slowly in the air and his chin resting on a hand. He gazes down on them with glittering, angry eyes, his body radiating an indulgent patience that Rilla instantly recognizes as an act.

Oh, Arum, she thinks, and the hand she has clasped with Damien’s squeezes for a moment, and she feels him shift closer to her in response. He can see it too, she thinks. They know him too well, they know this veneer because they know what hides underneath it, too.

“Hello, humans,” Arum hisses, his eyes darting between them as his tongue flicks in the air. “My Keep informs me that we are… already acquainted. It is mistaken, of course, but I suppose I should congratulate you on piquing my curiosity with this little infiltration and play-act.”

“I can’t believe you had the Keep pull out the throne for this,” Rilla mutters, mostly because she can’t help herself, and Damien makes a choking noise beside her as Arum freezes, his tail going still in the air.

Arum hisses more deliberately, then, a thin rattle emanating from his throat.

“What, precisely, do you want?” he bites out, and-

Saints, she hasn’t seen him look so angry and defensive and scared since… since the Hermit.

“To help you,” Damien says softly beside her, and she glances towards him, seeing the hope and the pain on his face. “We want to help you discover what has happened to you, so we may work together to fix this, to help you remember.”

“Fix this,” Arum echoes, his voice going low and mocking.

“Yeah,” Rilla says. “Obviously. If you don’t remember us at all that means you lost… what, nearly a year? It’s coming up on the Festival of the Three again, so it’s gotta be, right?”

Arum’s growl pitches lower. “That is… my understanding of the time lost. That is correct.”

“And Keep, you don’t… have any idea what this is? Why it’s only affecting him and not you too? Not that I’m complaining about you not getting hit with it, I mean.”

Arum’s lip curls into a sneer, shoulders hunching as she addresses the structure, and the Keep sings a sighing warble that Arum does not deign to translate, though Rilla gets enough of the gist even without. Nerves and confusion and hesitant affection- it doesn’t know why this is happening, and it is not happy about it. Rilla feels pretty much the same.

“Don’t do that,” Arum says, voice flat.

Rilla tilts her head. “Don’t-”

“Speak to my Keep. At all, preferably, but certainly not in that tone.”

“What tone, Arum?” she says, raising an eyebrow.

“Do not act so familiar with it, human. I do not care what my Keep says you are, to me or otherwise, but you will not speak with it in such a way. Your influence will be rooted out soon enough, I will not abide your attempts to bolster it.”

“Okay, well, that’s ridiculous for too many reasons to even get into,” Rilla says with half a laugh, and then she shakes her head. “Look, why did you let us through at all if you didn’t want to actually have a discussion about this? If you were just going to, I don’t know, kill us, you wouldn’t have gone through with the whole dramatic throne thing. You were trying to intimidate us at worst, and honestly I don’t know what you expected to get out of that.”

“Rilla,” Damien says gently, “is that- helpful?”

The growl returns, perhaps a little louder, and Arum’s tail flicks irritably. “Why should you care about her helpfulness, little human? If I am honest, I am surprised to see you again at all. I thought I had been rather clear in my stance upon your presence here, considering those bandages around your neck.”

Damien reaches a hand up automatically, fingertips just barely brushing the clean white. “An accident,” he says, very quietly, “when the Keep pulled you away. I do not know if you would have done so otherwise.”

Arum stares at him, lip curing unpleasantly. “Naive little thing, aren’t you?”

“He really isn’t,” Rilla says. “Back to my question, though. You didn’t let us come here just so you could insult us. What, exactly, is the point of this?”

Arum exhales, a long slow hiss. “My Keep has informed me of the events, as it believes they occurred. As it has been made to think they did. There are… gaps, however, in its knowledge. I do not trust either of you to fill those gaps, but it does not seem as if I have a choice, in who I may ask. You, little humans, will not be going anywhere until this situation has been dealt with.”

Rilla raises an eyebrow and Damien gives a strange little laugh. “Funny you should say that, Arum.”

“You do not have a choice, humans. You want so badly to interfere? Fine. You are not leaving this place.”

“Yeah,” Rilla says. “Damien and I were going to say the same thing, actually. We’re not going anywhere until we fix this.”

“That-” Arum breaks off, blinking, and then he growls. “No. No, you do not get to decide-”

“I don’t even know what you’re angry about, Arum,” she says, shrugging. “We agree. That’s a good thing. Deal with it.”

He growls louder for a moment, then hisses out a slow, steadying breath. “Very well. Keep, retract the walls."

The Keep obeys quickly, the greenhouse revealing itself around them in gentle, familiar greens and browns and purples, and Arum looks confused by the way the two humans relax, slightly, at the comfort of his home.

"I hope you shall be as cooperative in answering my questions, then," Arum hisses, trying to claw back any measure of control over this conversation, "or this will quickly become… unpleasant.”

“Okay, fun threat. Totally buy that,” Rilla says, frowning and giving him a wry look before she shakes her head. “Well, go on then, Arum. Whatever questions you have… ask them and we’ll do our best to answer.”

Arum pulls a face, apparently irritated further by her easy acquiescence, and then he adjusts himself on the throne, straightening very slightly. “Very well. You, Damien.” He glares down, and Damien looks vaguely pained at the dripping disdain in the way Arum spits his name, but he gestures for the monster to continue. “We dueled, I understand. More than once.”

“Y… yes, indeed we did.” He pauses, but Arum does not elaborate his question. Rilla squeezes Damien’s hand, just lightly, and he gives a shaky sort of exhale before he continues, pulling his explanation back to the skeletal plot, because he does not think Arum will appreciate it if Damien drags this out with more detail and emotion than strictly necessary. “You- you infiltrated the Queen’s chambers, while I was on duty as guard. We fought, and it became clear that my bow against your knives could only end in a stalemate. We dueled instead, each of us with one of your knives, and eventually… eventually I bested you. I cut your arm.”

Arum frowns, but he does not look altogether surprised by this. His hand twitches, as if it might raise to touch the offending scar, but he stifles the motion. “Yes. And?”

“And- and it so happened that I could not bring myself to kill you, m- Arum.” He pauses again, his jaw going tight as he composes himself. “I did not want to. I… I did not understand why, at the time. I abstracted it into the unfairness of our match, and I gave you a scarf with which to wrap your injury, and demanded another turn with you, a rematch, but- but with the benefit of hindsight I know now that it was as simple as this: I did not wish to kill you. You surprised me, and I was fascinated by the complexity I saw within you, even from so short a time together.”

Arum ducks his head, the growl still rumbling through him, and then he flicks his eyes to Rilla. “And you say he is not naive,” he mutters.

“He’s not,” Rilla repeats.

“I allowed you to leave the Citadel, with my Queen’s own headscarf wrapped like a bandage around your arm,” Damien continues. “And then in our second duel, you bested me. But just as I spared you, you returned the gesture. You cut my arm, but you did not kill me.” Damien does lift his own hand, then, pushing his sleeve up enough to brush his fingers over his own scar, smiling in a sad, fond sort of way. “You cut me, but just as quickly you tore your cape to bind my wound.”

“I- I would not tear my cape for some human-”

Damien’s fond smile goes a little watery, a little weak, and after a moment of clear hesitation he reaches down, slipping a hand into a small satchel at his belt. “I… I could not bear to… to part with it.” He laughs, a little strangely. “Even if you remembered I believe you would call me sentimental, my lily,” he murmurs, low enough that Arum thinks he was not meant to hear, and then Damien pulls the scrap of purple out, his fingers brushing the fabric so lovingly for a brief, charged moment. There is brightness in his eyes again, wild and mournful, and he needs to brush a hand over his eyes after he tucks the fabric away.

“So-” Arum scoffs, looks away. “So we tied.”

“Yes.”

“And I do not imagine it ended there. If you were to let a monster-”

“Yes,” Damien interrupts, looking pained. “Precisely. We set a time for a third duel, but it did not occur as intended.”

“Because you got distracted,” Rilla says, quirking an eyebrow up at him. “Kidnapping me, because I stumbled on some grubs you’d been prototyping for your contract with the Senate.”

Arum flinches, his shoulders hunching further as his frill flares defensively. “You-”

“You didn’t tell me that right away, obviously. I found out about it later. I just knew they were weird grubs that almost killed me and Marc, and you needed to know how much I figured out about them. And when it turned out I hadn’t had time to do more than basically just look at them, you figured you could put me to better use.” She points to her own chest. “Herbalist.” She grins, and points up, in the vague direction of the Keep. “Big ol’ plant, that happened to be ill. You needed help, and eventually, after just- a lot of arguments and mistakes and friction, we figured it out. Barely, barely in time, but we did. We saved your Keep.”

“We,” he mutters, sounding sulky more than disbelieving, and Rilla grins a bit more aggressively.

“Yeah, we. Together. I doubt either of us would have figured it out in time on our own, but together- turns out, when we actually stop arguing, we work pretty damn well together, Arum.”

Arum looks more unsettled by this particular claim than any that came before. “You understand, of course, that this is all ridiculous and I don’t trust a single word of it.”

Rilla’s grin fades, somewhat, and she sighs. “Yeah, I mean, laid out like that of course it sounds wild, and we haven’t even gotten to some of the crazier bits. But a lot of true things sound completely nuts, Arum, so maybe you should look at the evidence.”

“Evidence,” he repeats, snide.

“The evidence. The Keep knows us- and we know the Keep. Your room looks different, I’m positive it does, and I’m sure we’ve changed other things in here too. We know you. You haven’t shared everything with us, probably, and there’s plenty we haven’t asked about, to like- respect your privacy, but we know what’s important to loving you.”

“You do not know me,” the monster growls, and Rilla tries to bury her hurt in frustration.

“You repeating things like that won’t make them true, Arum,” she says, a little bit of growl in her voice as well, and she ignores the warning way that Damien squeezes her hand. “We know that you like tea a lot more than coffee, but you’ll drink either one if they get put in front of you before you’re really awake. We know that your frill flares higher when you’re embarrassed than when you’re angry, and if you’re scared it’ll press really flat against your neck. We know that the oldest pair of knives in your collection is from some old Keep-Lord named Konjak, though you haven’t really told us anything about them except that their journals are a particular pain in the ass to decode. We know that you mutter in your sleep, and that you make your own mead with the hives on the higher parts of the Keep, and we know that you look kinda ill for about a week before you shed but you look completely fucking gorgeous right after-”

“We know that you purr, when you kiss us,” Damien adds gently.

Arum chokes on a breath. “Kiss you,” he repeats in a snarl. “I don’t know how you expect I should believe an idea so impossible and foul in the same moment.”

Damien flinches, exhaling sharp as his eyes go bright, and Rilla tries to squeeze his hand in as soothing a way as she can manage, considering the vivid stab of anger that she’s trying to bite down at the same moment.

“Yes,” Damien says, his voice gone halfway to keening. “When we kiss. You- you purr, nearly every time.”

“I do not purr, little human.”

“Okay, well, if you’re gonna just lie we aren’t going to get much of anywhere, Arum,” Rilla says sharply. “Who do you even think you’re pretending for?”

“You are on a the edge of a blade, Rilla,” Arum snarls, and Rilla- Rilla discovers that she can’t stand that name in his voice. “If you continue to mock me, I will forgo the rest of the interrogation and have my Keep kill the both of y-”

The Keep does not allow him to finish the sentence. It warbles out a denial even the humans can understand, and then it sings something else, something too complex to follow, and Arum hisses, curling into a tighter ball on his throne. He turns his head aside, then, and scoffs with his frill flaring.

“Ridiculous. The very idea of it- you are concerned with the wrong party in this debacle, Keep, and you will understand that soon enough. I will make you understand,” he mutters, “you ungrateful, traitorous, moronic-”

“Hey, don’t-” Rilla grits her teeth. “The Keep is probably just as thrown off by all this as you are.”

Arum narrows his eyes at her again, rattling low in his throat. “It is not your place to concern yourself for my Keep’s feelings, human.”

“Well, somebody has to, Arum-”

“Love,” the knight says softly, and Rilla clenches her jaw harder for a moment before she sighs. “We understand that this is difficult, for you. It- to be perfectly honest, Lord Arum, it hurts to see you in such a state.”

Arum blinks, scoffs again. “It hurts you-”

“We have been through great pains,” Damien pushes, his expression tight, “to become as comfortable together as we are-” he pauses, shudders out a breath, and corrects. “As we were. Our relationship was hard-won, Arum.”

Arum laughs, a short sort of sound, and then he stands from the throne at last, glaring down his snout at the pair of them and taking a threatening step closer. “Why. Why would you fight to be close to a monster, little knight? Am I meant to understand that you take pleasure in betraying your kind?”

“Our relationship was hard-won,” Damien repeats, and his voice goes high and broken when he continues, “and it has been worth every- every single pain.”

Arum stares, for a long moment, as Rilla lets go of Damien’s hand so she can put her arm around his shoulder instead, as the knight bites his lip and pushes the force of his emotion (his affected emotion, certainly, his little play-act at heartbreak) back down to something manageable. When they look up to him again, Arum remembers to breathe, and he pulls that breath into a scoff.

“And- and am I supposed to believe that I feel affection for you, of anyone? All you ever do is writhe and whine. How soft, precisely, do you think I have gone?” Arum says with a sneer, and Sir Damien flinches, his face freezing in obvious pain, and Arum feels something twist in his stomach-

But none of this can be real. It cannot. The sooner he can prompt these fools into betraying this ruse, the sooner he and the Keep can go back to how things were.

“Pardon- pardon me,” the knight gasps, pulling himself from Rilla’s grasp and pressing a hand over his mouth, and then he bolts from the room.

Arum clenches his jaw. Guilt is pointless, and he certainly doesn’t feel it about something as trivial as-

Rilla slaps him. It is loud, not hard, though he is surprised enough that the slap turns his face away from her, and he loses his breath in a surprised ha.

He growls, then, turning back towards her with narrowed eyes and a palm cupped over the place where she struck with her overly warm little hand. “How dare-”

“I know that you’re having a hard time right now, Arum,” she interrupts, and her voice is low and dark and dangerous. “But that gives you no right to speak to him like that. We’re trying to help you, and the least you could do is just be civil, or at least not poke him where you know it will hurt. The least you could do is not try to make him even more miserable when he’s already missing you and worrying about you, when he’s already hurt and scared and hopeless and- and-”

The danger has receded from her voice, somewhat, and Arum is almost more terrified by the strange thickness that has replaced it. Even more so, since the tears in this human’s eyes have done nothing to decrease the furious fire in them as well.

“Quite-” he huffs out a breath, uncertain, and looks away from her for a moment. “Quite a show the both of you put on. Remarkably convincing emotional displays, despite the impossibility of your claims.”

Rilla glares hard. He can feel the force of it even though he is still not looking at her directly.

“You’re scared,” she says. Her tone is dry, factual, and he ducks his head with a growl as he turns to face her again.

“Absurd,” he snarls. “Of what, precisely? That the soft little knight will- will cry on me, perhaps? That you will doctor me to death?”

“You’re scared of the idea of caring about us,” she says, her dark eyes darting between his own, her brow furrowed. “You’ve been so alone, for so long, and the idea of caring about us and us caring about you is terrifying. It would mean that we would be close enough to actually hurt you if we wanted, and you don’t know how to admit that sort of vulnerability. And of course you don’t, because the way your life was before, it would have been just- so dangerous. You had to protect the Keep- that was your duty, and your whole reason for existing. But Arum-” she sighs, and the churning panic in his mind redoubles at the understanding in her eyes. “You’re allowed to live for yourself, too. The Keep wants you to be happy and safe as much as you want the same for it. And- and we do too. We love you, Arum, and we love the Keep. Loving you and loving the Keep go hand in hand.”

“S-stop,” he snarls. “Stop saying that.”

“Saying-”

“I demand that you stop.”

“Stop saying that I love you?” Rilla says gently, and Arum growls low, snapping his teeth together in a threat.

“Yes. I have had enough of that particular fable for the day, little human.”

“Why?”

“It is impossible, it is nonsense, stop saying it because you could not possibly mean it, and I refuse to entertain your mockery for another moment-”

“Arum-”

“Lord Arum.”

“Arum,” she says more firmly. “Are you upset because you think it’s a lie, or are you upset because you hope that it isn’t?”

“I will not entertain these insults a single moment longer,” Arum says in a breathless rush. “Keep I am- I am finished with this mad creature. The humans may not leave, not until I discover how they did this to me, but I need not listen to this drivel. My workshop. Now.”

The Keep trills something short and dry, and Rilla - damn her - laughs.

“I- you are my Keep, I need not put flowers upon my words for you, you spoiled- you know my thoughts, is it really necessary to- is this your doing?” he snarls at the human.

“Getting the Keep used to basic politeness?” She laughs again, and it jumps in Arum’s stomach. “I mean, it was a group effort, really.”

Arum snarls again, then rolls his eyes. “Fine. Keep, a portal to my workshop, please. If you could be ever so kind,” he drawls, and then Rilla rolls her eyes too.

“Running away isn’t going to fix any of this. It’s not going to make Damien and I disappear. You know that.”

He does.

He folds his arms over his chest, turning away from her entirely. “I do not know how you tricked my Keep. Not yet. But I will. And when I do, all of this mockery and play-acting will cease.”

“Mockery, insults,” Rilla frowns, and Arum hates the curve of it, the way her nose wrinkles, just slightly. “You seem really damn convinced that we’d only show you affection as some sort of trick. Why is it so hard for you to believe that we want to be around you? That we like you? That we lo-”

“I told you to stop that!” He turns from the portal to round on her instead, crowding into her space though does not flinch, and even when he is nearly nose to nose with her she does not back away a single inch. “It is hard for me to believe because it is impossible. I am a monster. He is a knight. You are a doctor, who has likely seen countless horrible consequences of violence between our peoples. It is ridiculous to think that you would look past that, would look past the works of my hands to pretend to feel even the smallest breath of affection for me. You, apparently, are aware of what I have been hired to do for the Senate. No human could forgive- you cannot possibly- cannot possibly feel that sort of warmth towards me.”

“You kidnapped me, too,” Rilla says with a half smile.

“And I kidnapped you. Yes. The Keep told me all about your kidnapping. All about how I was apparently coerced into sending you away with the Moonlit Hermit-”

“Coerced,” Amaryllis scoffs, unimpressed. “Oh, please.”

“I cannot imagine how else such a thing would have happened.”

“You… you just kind of gave it to me,” Amaryllis says, and he flinches at her tone. Because- she no longer sounds as if she is trying to convince him of something, or as if she is indulging him, or being patient. She sounds… soft. Uncertain. “Never really explained why,” she says, not looking at him anymore, laughing very lightly. “And I never… I never asked you. I guess I should have. I just- didn’t think that I’d- I didn’t think I had a clock over my head to get the answer to that little mystery.”

Arum stares at her. “Stop that,” he says again, more quietly, and she blinks back to herself, blinks back to observing him.

“Stop… what?”

“That look. Stop it.” He growls at the confused way her brow furrows. “Stop looking so- so injured about it.”

“I don’t know, Arum, I’m feeling a little injured right now. My monster doesn’t recognize me and my compartmentalization around that fact is starting to break down a bit.” She grins, wide but weak, and Arum’s fingers twitch. “Sorry if that makes you uncomfortable, but- that’s just how it is. Maybe you’re right, maybe we’re not making any progress right now and it’s just gonna get- more and more uncomfortable.” She sighs. “You should- you should go to your workshop and cool down a bit.”

“I don’t need your permission-”

“I know. But I have to go find Damien anyway. I’d rather not leave you alone, but at least I know you’ll have the Keep, and I know that it’s easier for you to calm down when you’re working on a project. Just- please, please Arum- don’t shut us out. We can fix this. I know we can.” Her hands move, then, and he can see the way she almost reaches for him, and this creature-

She must be a remarkable actress. The flicker of pain in her eyes is- is incredibly convincing.

He turns decidedly away from her, slithering to the portal, but when he reaches the threshold he cannot help but glance over his shoulder again. He cannot help but look.

She looks… smaller. Her posture stiff, her shoulders sagging, one hand fisted in front of her mouth as if she’s holding something back, words or tears or a shout, and her dark eyes are shining.

Whatever strange magic they work on him, he cannot trust it. Arum turns away from her, and he retreats.

[->]

#art AND fic i've gone multimedia baybee!!!!#special thanks to kevin vibert for writing arum dramatically on a THRONE of VINES and FLOWERS in MH part one #despite the fact that you OWULD NOT KNOW THAT unless you read the script #devious bastard #elle's fanfic #the penumbra podcast #second citadel #rad bouquet #lizard kissin' tuesday #lord arum #sir damien #amaryllis of exile #going through changes ripping out pages

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digifangirl97 · 5 years

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Double Date Café

I think I’m on a writing high after New to the Family cuz I wrote another fic!! I had trouble picking a prompt out of an old text doc I made that was full of them so I had a site called Wheel Decide pick for me and it picked “Yurise Kannao Double Date” soooo I wrote a fic where Yu, Rise, Kanji, and Naoto go on a double date!! It came out differently than what I originally had in my head but I still love it and I hope you love it too!!

Yu looked at his watch realising he had indeed arrived early as the others had yet to show up, but just then he heard a quick set of footsteps from behind him.

“Senpai~” called a familiar cheerful voice, he turned around to find his two of his kōhai, Rise and Naoto walking toward him from the entrance of Okina Station, Rise ran up and grabbed his arm followed by a kiss on his cheek.

“Did we make you wait long?” asked Rise with a giggle.

“No, you two got here not long after me, actually.” he said with a smile.

“That’s good.” said Naoto with a calm sense of relief in her voice, “By the way Senpai is Kanji-kun with you as well?” she said as she looked at around at their surroundings.

“Nope, haven’t gotten any calls or texts from him either but I’m sure he’ll be here soon.”

“I see...well then I guess we’ll have to wait till he arrives then.” she said sounding somewhat dissapointed.

With a joking sigh Rise said “It’s just like Kanji to be late but you think he’d try to be at least somewhat on time for a date with his, y’know, girlfriend~”

“R-R-Rise-san, please!! W-We all can’t be on time for everything so i-it’s fine!” Naoto tried covering her face with her hat in an attempt to hide the blush that was forming due to Rise’s statement of her and Kanji’s relationship and was failing miserably at it, her face was as red as an apple and it was clear as day to both Yu and Rise.

Yu couldn’t help but laugh which made Naoto’s blush worse and with a cocky but cheerful smile Rise continued, “And what’s with you calling him ‘Kanji-kun’? You two are dating now!! Drop the honorifics!!”

“I-I couldn’t do that!! It’d be rude of me, and besides you should speak for yourself Rise-san, you still call your boyfriend ‘Senpai’.” Naoto retorted her with a confident smile on her face albeit with some redness still there.

Rise couldn’t think of anything to say to that so she just pouted and tightened her grip on Yu’s arm which made him chuckle, at that moment from behind them they heard a load voice cry out “H-Hey!!” they turned to find Kanji running toward them, he was wearing a nice-looking yellow sweater they all know he must have made himself along with some very new-looking dress pants he clearly bought in a hurry for their double date.

“Finally!! Where have you been?!” scolded Rise with her hands now in the air clearly still upset from Naoto’s retort from earlier.

“Calm down, it hasn’t been that long Rise.” said Yu with a chuckle and a calming smile, clearly amused by hope worked up his girlfriend was.

“Still!!”

“S-Sorry I had to help Ma with the shop.” panted Kanji as he tried to catch his breath.

“H-Hello Kanji-kun.” Naoto greeted Kanji, her cheeks pink.

“H-Hey.” Kanji returned her greeting cheeks full red.

Rise’s cheeks puffed out as she looked at them annoyed, the only person to notice this was Yu due to Kanji and Naoto being too busy nervously looking at either each other or the ground.

“Ugh, new couples.” she said with a quiet growl.

“Rise please they’ve only been dating for a few weeks.” whispered Yu to Rise.

“Yeah, I know but still you think they’d be able to go on their first date by themselves instead of having to make it a double date with us.”

“Rise.”

“What?”

“You do remember you’re the one who wanted to go a double date and you’re the one who invited them to go on it, right?” said Yu mimicking Rise’s cocky smile from earlier.

“T-That’s only because we don’t know any other couples!!”

“Uh huh, sure.” he said with a laugh which just made Rise pout more.

He gently lifted her face to reach his and gave her a kiss and then said “Come on let’s have some fun, ok?”

“Ok~” she said giving in to his charm, he was always good at calming her down when she was upset and this moment was no exception.

Her cheery spirt came back tenfold as she then ran up and patted the backs of the new couple to get their attention which startled them both.

“Ok you two time to get this double date started!!” she yelled cheerfully with her fists in the air.

“Y-Yes we should get going, right Kanji-kun?”

“R-Right.”

And with that Rise went to grab Yu’s arm once again as they started walking towards their destination which was Chagall Café, once there and at their seats they placed their orders and waited.

With a long relaxed sigh Rise said “I love this place, their coffee is great!”

“Yes, it’s quite good.” said Yu as he took off his coat.

“You do come here often, although I have to ask Senpai, what are the cafés in Tokyo like?” asked Naoto once again curious to hear what her Senpai’s home city was like.

“Well, I’ve only ever been to one café there but I can’t remember the name of it I think was.....French?”

“Ohhhh~ Sounds fancy!! We should go there together one day Senpai! Pretty please?” begged Rise tilting her head as she looked at him.

“Of course.” he smiled as he gave he in to her begging.

“Hmmm it does sound quite nice, perhaps I should also check it out if I go to Tokyo one day.” said Naoto with a satisfied smile on her face.

“U-Um maybe we could go there together too?” said a nervous Kanji in an attempt to join the conversation.

“Ah! Y-Yes, of course....u-umm...”

‘Uhhhhh.”

“You two ok over there?” said Rise to make sure the two of them didn’t get lost in their nervousness once again.

“Y-Yes!! We’re fine.” said Naoto somewhat startled at the sudden question.

“Y-Yeah! Totally fine...”

Rise silently called bullshit, “Sorry for the wait! Here’s your coffee!!”, the waitress set the coffee on the table and left the couples to their drinks.

“Finally...” said Yu with a happy sigh as he took a sip, so did the others.

“This was definitely worth the wait~”

“Mmhmm, it is quite nice.”

“I-It’s alright, I’m not that big of a coffee guy y’know?” said Kanji who was rubbing his throat due to the heat of the coffee.

“Oh really? What do you prefer?” asked Naoto

“Stuff like soda and uhhh simple stuff like that....yeah...”

“I see....um...well how about you two?”

At this point Rise has had enough of these two avoiding talking to each other and decided she was going to force them to talk the only way she knew how.

“Hey Senpai could you come with me for a second?” she asked in a sweet but still demanding tone.

“Uhhh sure? Why-WHOA!!” as soon as he agreed Rise yanked him out of the chair and dragged him to a place they couldn’t be seen but could still keep and eye on Knaji and Naoto.

“What on Earth are we doing? Why have you dragged me from my coffee?” asked Yu who dearly missed the cup of coffee he had almost finished.

“SHHH!! They’ll hear us!” Rise was peeking behind a wall watching something and was joined by Yu who was now curious as to what she was having them do, they watched the as table sat Kanji and Naoto who were now alone with each other wondered where they had gone.

“I wonder where Rise-san dragged Senpai in such a hurry.” wondered Naoto as she put her cup down.

“Y-Yeah...”

The two just sat there not really knowing what to say to each other, they had only been dating a couple of weeks but had yet to go on a proper date until Rise had invited them on a double date with her and Yu to Chagall Café, neither of them had the courage to say no so they agreed to go with them and now they weren’t here and neither of them knew what to do.

“....Tea.”

“Hm?”

“You asked what drinks I like and uhh I like tea too....”

“Oh, I see, I’ll admit is quite good but I don’t get to have it as often as I’d like.”

“You wanna come over some time and have it? My Ma is pretty good at making it! She’s the whole reason I like so much.”

“I’d love to”

“Cool!! What’s your favorite tea? I can have Ma make it!”

“Hmmm.” Naoto thought for a moment “Hōjicha, that’s my favorite.”

“All right, I’ll buy the ingredients and next time you come over I can have Ma make it for us!” said Kanji with the same confidence that Naoto loved him for and she couldn’t help but smile at him, after that the awkwardness around them seemed to be gone and they talked like normal while sipping on their coffee.

Meanwhile, behind a nearby wall Rise was beaming at the fact the two were finally talking to each other and looked at Yu with a smug face that said ‘I told you so’.

“All right, all right I get you win and I’ll admit I am glad they’re finally talking, now can we please go sit back down? I know my coffee is going to be cold but I still want to finish it.”

“Sure and I’ll order you a warm cup.” she said with a warm smile.

“You paying?”

“Of course!!”

“Good, I love you.”

“Love you too.”

#persona 4 #yurise #yu narukami #rise kujikawa #kannao #kanji tatsumi #naoto shirogane #my post #my fic #I GUESS THAT'S A TAG NOW

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injiminsheart · 4 years

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Acquisition of a Daffodil: Ch 3: Park, The Affiliator

Rating: General | Teen | Mature

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader (?)

Fandom: BTS ARMY

Fiction Notes: BTS canon AU/ Slight future fic/ AU for personal life

Warnings: May give you some feels! :D

“She left like an hour ago,” Secretary Kim was telling Ji Hyun.

“She left? How come I didn’t realize that she left?”

“Because she didn’t feel well and told me to inform you but I forgot since I was helping a guest.”

“Oh, no worries. I’ll see her tomorrow then,” Ji Hyun waved at Ms Kim and went to go look for his brother.

“Hyung?” he looks around, but Jimin was nowhere to be seen, “Where did Hyung go? What is up with everyone today?”

Ji Hyun walked off to look for his brother.

***

Y/n was getting wasted on her vodka collection when she heard a doorbell. That’s weird. She only has a few friends here and they were busy with their work so couldn’t make it to her party. Who could it be?

She wobbled over slowly to the door to look at the peep hole. All she say was shoulders but they looked pretty masculine. What’s the worst that could happen? After a quick thought in her impaired judgement, she opens the door and her eyes widen.

“Jimin?” she laughs, “what the hell are you doing here?”

“I came to see if you were okay.”

“See if I was okay? Wow! The great Park Jimin not only remembers me but also cares about if I’m okay!” Y/n hiccups. She giggles as she loses her balance and Jimin catches her quickly. He closes the door behind him and helps Y/n to the couch. She reeks of alcohol and the smell along with the two empty bottles of vodka attest to her drunken behavior.

“You know,” Y/n straightens up, “I was so happy when Ji Hyun didn’t put your name on the guest list, but you just had to be there.”

“I’m sorry. I should’ve asked.”

Y/n stares at him for a few seconds until her hiccup kicks in and she giggles again, “You haven’t changed at all.”

Y/n runs her hand lightly on his face and her alcohol pinked cheeks turn a ruby shade as bites her lip. She kisses his cheek and Jimin looks surprised. She moves back to kiss his cheek down to his neck until a certain fabric offends her and she decides to take care of it.

***

Y/n wakes up with a killer headache and her bed is way warmer than usual. She regrets drinking for her fucked up low self-esteem issues. She groaned as she moved around in her bed.

“Uhhhhh. . .why did I have to drink so much last night? My head.”

“Here, drink this and take an aspirin.” a male voice says and Y/n soars up in her bed.

“Ji Hyun!?” Y/n all but yells at him, “what are you doing here?”

“I came to check up on you last night because Secretary Kim told me you weren’t feeling well and you wouldn’t. . .ummm. . .how should I put this. . .”

“What did you do?” Y/n interrupts him as she pulls her comforter towards her chest.

“I didn’t do anything,” Ji Hyun laughs, “it was all you.”

“OMG! But I was drunk, you could’ve--no, you should’ve refused!”

“You wouldn’t let me!”

“Oh Lord, I don’t remember. What did I do?”

“Well for starters, you were definitely making out with neck and trying to get me out of my suit and that wasn’t even the weird part.”

“I did something stupid, didn’t I?” Y/n hid her head in shame.

“Something like that,” Ji Hyun scoffs and extends the aspirin towards Y/n, “here, you’ll feel better.”

“After all that embarrassing stuff, I’m not sure I want to feel better at the moment.”

“Oh chill. It’s not like we slept together. I mean we did but that’s besides the point.”

“We slept together as in like slept slept or slept slept,” she stares out awkwardly from her comforter.

“There’s a difference?” Ji Hyun teases her.

“You know what I meant.”

“I really don’t, so please elaborate.”

“Seriously?” Y/n asks before downing the aspirin pill and the full glass of water.

He laughs and takes the glass from her, “I guess both. While you were seriously trying to sleep sleep with me, you fell asleep while kissing my neck and trying--very badly, might I add--to undress me. You eventually passed out on my lap with my collar in your hands. I carried you to bed and you wouldn’t let go so I had to sleep sleep with you here.”

“Oh my god,” Y/n turns pink with embarrassment, “I’m so sorry I put you through that.”

“It was my pleasure.”

“I’m sure. I owe you one.”

“How about brunch today?”

“Sure. Why not?” Y/n says getting out of her bed, “Let me shower.”

“What?” She replies back when Ji Hyun just stares.

“Nothing.”

“Seriously? You’ve seen me in my Spongebob night shorts and tank, drunk off my ass tryna make out with your neck and you still have a problem talking to me? You seemed quite well teasing me a few minutes ago.”

Ji Hyun laughs and sits on the bed, “it really isn’t anything. I was just thinking that I kinda took you as a satin night gown type of a girl. Never thought you would have Spongebob night shorts.”

“Satin is for special occasions,” Y/n winks and Ji Hyun giggles at her, “now let me take a shower so that we can go.”

“Well I have to change as well. Maybe we can meet each other in a bit.”

“Sounds good. Did you drive here?”

“No. My driver dropped me off.”

“Then just chill around here and we can drop by your house and then go to brunch.”

“Aight. I’ll watch some TV in the living room.”

“Aight,” smiles Y/n.

“By the way,” turns back Ji Hyun.

“Hmm?”

“Did you already know Jimin Hyung?”

“Why would you ask me that? Did he look like he knew me?” awkwardly laughs Y/n.

“No, but you kept calling me by Hyung’s name yesterday and then you asked if I remembered you--well--you asked Jimin hyung if he knew you because you thought I was him.”

“You must be mistaken. How and why would I know your brother? Isn’t he like a kpop star? I’ve heard a lot about him,” Y/n says walking into her closet.

Ji Hyun looks at her walking away but decides to put the whole Jimin hyung fiasco behind him. Maybe Y/n was Hyung’s fan and was too embarrassed to admit that she was fangirling. He shoves his hands in his pockets and laughs to himself.

“Let’s see if I can find some Spongebob on TV today. I feel like watching some Spongebob all of a sudden.”

****

They were in front of Ji Hyun’s house. Y/n was wearing her hair in loose curls with a floral pencil brunch dress and thin strappy pastel pink heels. She had ditched her favorite bag for a small clutch.

“I’ll wait out here.”

“Now don’t be like that. Mom will kill me if she finds out I have such bad manners that I made a woman--especially my business partner--wait outside for me.”

“You’re mom and dad are probably home and it’ll just be awkward.”

“I’m an adult. They don’t interfere. Come on,” he says holding out his hand for Y/n. She hesitantly takes his hand and steps out of the car.

“I like your house already and I haven’t even stepped inside yet.”

“My mom will like you too. She loves anyone who loves her house.”

Y/n laughs nervously and greets the lady that opens the door.

“Is mom home, Ahjumma?”

“Yes. Madam just went to her study. Let me call her for you.”

“No need,” He smiles at the ahjumma “just take care of my guest please.”

“Of course, Sir,” the Ahjumma replies before heading to the kitchen.

“Why don’t you have a seat? I’ll be a few minutes.”

“Take your time,” Y/n says taking a seat.

Ji Hyun rushes towards the stairs to get to his room and Y/n looks around. The Ahjumma walks back with tea for Y/n, “I’ve informed madam. She’s on her way here.”

“Oh, thank you. You really didn’t have to,” Y/n smiles at the Ahjumma.

“Of course she had to,” says a voice behind her, “you’re our guest and my son’s boss now.”

“I prefer to think of him as my partner. How have you been Mrs Park?” Y/n says getting up and shaking the older woman’s hand. The woman shook her hand back and Y/n sits down with her legs crossed.

“So what brings you in today? If I knew you’d be here today I would’ve prepared some brunch today.”

“Actually I’m waiting for Ji Hyun. We’re heading to brunch. It’s our first sunday after the acquisition. Thought we should get to know each other better to continue working seamlessly in the future.”

“That’s a wonderful idea. It’s better and easier to work with people you know well.”

“Well said, Mom,” Ji Hyun says suddenly behind Y/n. He looked dashing as always in his fitted blue suit.

“Oh hi, Aduel. How are you? I didn’t even see you come in last night. Your dad and I lost track of time after you and Jimin left.”

Y/n heart skipped a beat listening to Jimin’s name. She sent out a small prayer to God to not run into him here today.

“Yeah, about that.Where ever did Hyung go?”

“He got a call from his Manager. Apparently he had an event to get to this weekend so he left.”

“I was going to introduce him to Y/n properly. Oh well,” He pouted, “I guess next time.”

“I think we should get going now,” Y/n glanced at her watch, “we’re getting late for our reservation.”

“It was nice to see you again, Mrs Park,” Y/n stood up and shook the woman’s hand again.

“See you tonight, Mom,’ Ji Hyun says kissing his mom’s cheek. And as they start to walk towards the entrance, Y/n sends a small thanks to whoever was listening for not letting her run into the one and only Park Jimin.”

***

“This was great,” Y/n said as they reached Ji Hyun’s house, “we should do this again sometime.”

“How about next Sunday?”

“I’ve been with you the entire day, Ji Hyun. I’m afraid activities like this so soon will cause us the business,” laughed Y/n.

“We should do brunch every sunday. If you don’t want to spend the entire day.”

“Brunch sounds good.”

“Great. I’ll see you tomorrow morning then?”

“Actually, you’ll prolly see me in the afternoon. I have some clients to meet in the morning so I’ll try and come in the afternoon.”

“Or you can just take the day off,” smirked Ji Hyun.

“Uh huh. So that you can go home early?”

“Thought I should give it a try,” he winked.

“Nice try but I actually have an early morning tomorrow, so good night,” Y/n waved her goodbye and got back in her car.

Jimin stared at the retreating car as it went out the gate whilst talking on the phone in the balcony.

“Hello? You still there?” said a girl’s voice from the other end of the line.

“I’ll call you back, Babe,” He said hanging up his phone.

“Oh, Hyung!” yelled Ji Hyun as he looked up to the balcony, “You’re here! You should’ve told me you would be home. I wanted you to meet Y/n again.”

“I just got home, Ji Hyun-ah. Maybe next time. I’ll let you know.”

“Wait for me, then. I’m coming upstairs. We gotta have a game’s night like old times!” exclaimed Ji Hyun.

Jimin just chuckled and said, “aight. Come up and I’ll kick some ass.”

Jimin saw Ji Hyun rush inside and then he looked at the street that Y/n’s car had disappeared off to. Why now? Why after so many years? Why Ji Hyun? This isn’t fair.

***

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imbeccablee · 4 years

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5, 8, 13, and 19!

(this got a little long so im putting it under a read more)

5. Share one of your strengths

rex my good dude you could NOT have picked a harder thing for me to do. how dare you try and make me compliment myself.

anyway, uhhhhh probably my overactive imagination? or something? like, honestly, i’m kinda constantly thinking about my WIPs or possible fics (which is obvious if you look at all the abandoned one shots in my drafts lmao). But like, I’m always thinking about stuff to write and that has led to some of my favorite fics i’ve written, like Warm Pancakes or smth.

8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and why you’re proud of it

“Um,” Krel hesitated, the question burning his throat. He tried another approach. “Could I… stay with you, tonight?”

Aja rubbed one of her eyes, propping herself up with her two right arms. “Huh? I mean, yes, but why?”

“Couldn’t sleep.”

Aja nodded like that was an acceptable answer and slid over to make more room. Grateful, Krel crawled beside her and sighed in relief as Aja’s arms wrapped around him.

“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked.

“No. Yes. I don’t know.” Krel turned his head so his face was half buried in one of Aja’s pillows.

Aja giggled sleepily, rubbing her hands up and down Krel’s back. “That’s okay, little brother, we do not have to talk. We can just sleep.”

She closed her eyes again and her hands stilled on his back. He looked at her for a few moments before sighing. “Aja, um…”

“Are you implying Princess Aja is bondless?”

“Yes?” Aja’s eyes were open again, looking at him patiently, oblivious to how the light gray and void black mocked him.

“I’m just saying it’s very much in the realm of possibility. “I mean, think about it. Aja passes the time in which children normally have their corebonded declared, and suddenly the royals are incredibly hush-hush about the subject?

And, well, I guess it doesn’t exactly matter, what with Prince Krel and all. It’s not like when you’re a royal there’s any real reason to have a second kid than to have a backup in case the first one doesn’t work out for whatever reason."

“Um…” Krel faltered. “Do you ever think about where your corebonded might be?”

Minutely, Aja froze. If he hadn’t been so close to her, he probably wouldn’t have noticed. “Er,” she stammered. “O-Of course, Krel, who doesn’t?”

“Well,” Krel paused, the words stuck in his throat. “Most Akiridions, apparently, since they find their corebonded when they’re young.” Aja flinched. “And I just… I just wonder about ours,” Krel plowed on. “Like… imagine, being brought before the royals of Akiridion-5 and it being revealed that you are cosmically bonded with one of the royals’ children.” He forced out a laugh. “That’d be—That’d be crazy, right? Imagine.”

“Krel…”

“And then… I was just thinking about how devastating it would be if that were to never happen,” he said, and Aja stared at him. He swallowed hard and continued. “I was just thinking about how there might not be some Akiridion kid who walks up those steps to Mama and Papa and is declared to be bonded to one of us. I was thinking about how, when our ceremonies happen, what if one of us doesn’t find our match on Akiridion-5. I was thinking about how we might not… find them at all.”

Aja’s lips were pursed together now, and for a moment she just stared at him. Then, “Krel, you know that’s not—”

“Aja, why didn’t Mama and Papa declare your corebonded?” Krel interrupted.

“That’s—I—”

“Why haven’t I met them yet, at least?” Krel continued. “Why haven’t you explained how pretty everything is in color yet? You’re passed the age where they find out, right? So what happened?”

“Krel, nothing happened!” Aja cut in. She sat up abruptly and moved away from him, and Krel immediately missed the comfort that came from her close presence. “It’s just—complicated.”

“I don’t get it!” Krel sat up too. “Why are Mama and Papa breaking tradition and waiting to declare ours?”

“Because—”

“Why were you so tense at the announcement todelson?”

“That’s—”

“Everyone has a corebond—right?—so why haven’t you found yours yet?”

“Because I might not have one!” Aja finally shouted. She flinched and looked away from Krel’s surprised expression, her hands balling into fists.

Krel stewed in their silence, feeling both ashamed and desperate for a different answer. Finally, his sympathy won out. “I’m… sorry, Aja, I shouldn’t have been so forceful.”

Aja sighed and tucked some hair behind her ear. “No, it’s… I would’ve been curious too…” She opened her fists and looked down at them. “Mama and Papa said that them not finding my corebonded doesn’t mean anything besides that they’re not Akiridion. They said it was totally and completely okay and normal for this to happen, but…” She shook her head.

“But… you kind of feel like you’ve let them down?” Krel guessed. He mimicked Aja's position, wrapping his arms tightly around his knees. “And that they were just saying that to make you feel better?”

“Er, yeah.” Aja looked up, surprised. “But why do you…” Krel gave her a lopsided smile, a look in his eye saying you know. “Oh, Krel, you know they’re so proud of you. They love you so much.”

Krel sighed and looked at his feet. “Yeah. I know. It’s just hard to really feel it sometimes, especially when I also know I’m not what Papa really wanted in a son. I’m not exactly your average prince.”

Aja giggled and punched his arm lightly. “Who would want an average prince when they could have a genius one like you?”

Krel smiled, still sad, but grateful. “Thanks, Aja.”

“So…” She sidled up beside him again, leaning against her propped up knees to look him in the eye. “Are you gonna tell me what brought on the corebond stuff?”

“I…” Krel broke eye contact. “I overheard some of the staff talking a couple delsens ago and it… I dunno, I guess it got to me.”

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing too weird, I guess, it’s just…” Krel shook his head. “They were talking about you… and your possible corebonded.”

“Oh.” Aja looked put out again.

“And then…” Krel continued. “They… started talking about me.”

Aja’s face switched from melancholic to furious so quickly Krel reeled back a little. “What did they say about you?” she growled and Krel felt a little better knowing Aja would so quickly defend his honor.

“Not a lot,” he quickly replied. “Just… Well, they just implied something, and it’s making me feel… weird.”

“... What was it?” Aja asked slowly.

Krel rubbed at the faintly glowing gray lines going around his feet. “When they were talking about you, they implied that Mama and Papa wouldn’t have wanted you as their heir because of your corebonded. Which isn’t true of course!” Krel quickly amended, seeing something dark cross through Aja’s eyes. “But… then they said that was where I came in. That I… was only made in case something went… wrong with you because it wasn’t likely that I, too, would have a non-Akiridion corebonded, and that it was “only right that only Akiridions take the throne”.”

Aja laid a hand on one of Krel’s. “Oh, Krel, that’s not true at all.”

“I… know,” he said, but he hesitated and Aja noticed too.

“Mama and Papa love you, Krel,” she insisted.

“I know,” Krel said. “I don’t… I normally don’t doubt that.” Aja gave him an exasperated look that he ignored. “It’s just… all I can think about now.”

“Don’t listen to some gossip, little brother, it means nothing. Who cares what a few staff members think? We are a family, and nothing will ever get in the way of that." Aja shrugged then. "Besides, I'm sure they only say that sort of stuff to let out some anger. I mean, we may be wonderful people, but even the most patient Akiridion would get frustrated after waiting hand and foot on us all delson, right? I know I would."

Krel laughed a little, the coil of tension in his spine relaxing some. Aja smiled gently at him, though he could see the worry in her eyes. “Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Krel said.

Aja giggled. “Of course I am. I’m your older sister.” Krel smiled and relaxed further when Aja wrapped two arms around his shoulders and pulled him closer. She leaned her head against his and Krel softly sighed, the emotions that had kept him wound up for most of the delson finally dispersing and leaving him quite exhausted. Although his concerns hadn't completely gone away, he did feel better after talking about it.

They stayed like that, wrapped in each other’s comfort, for a long time. When they finally did move, Krel bashfully asked, “Can I still stay the night?” to which Aja replied, “Of course, dummy.”

They laid back down and cuddled closer. A few moments passed after they relaxed and Krel said, “... Thank you, Aja.”

Aja hummed then replied, “Any time, little brother. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

---

this is from my Tales of Arcadia fic, Starcrossed, from the first chapter. i dunno, i just really loved how this turned out! i had spent a lot of time on the whole chapter before i finally posted it, and i think i really nailed what i was trying to establish with their relationship with each other, their parents, and themselves. i reread it a lot, along with Warm Pancakes.

13. What’s the best writing advice you’ve ever come across?

Probably the one that’s like, write the thing you want to read. Forcing yourself to write something you think others would want can be miserable, and like writing should be a good thing. You should be proud of the stuff you wrote and look back on your old stuff fondly. It’s ten times easier writing the stuff you want to write than making yourself write stuff you think other people want.

19. Stephen King once said that his muse is a man who lives in the basement. Do you have a muse?

ah probably not? like, what defines a muse? i write because i like to write and because i need to vent somehow and because i’m good at it. i guess you could say i’m my own muse, in that case.

#thanks rex!#ask meme

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kiribaku-some-cute-stuff · 6 years

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Sero Week Day 1

@sero-week

Older Sero / Embarrassed

The Legend of DKFSTA

(posted on WST cuz I couldn’t wait on mine)

Disclaimer:

This Fic is trash—beautiful trash which I adore and would die for—but trash nonetheless. This fic has not been beta’d in any way, shape or form. Expect type-os, punctuation abnormalities, continuity issues and possible/probable OOC issues. At the end of this fic I will give you the template in order to play this dumb game. (it’s the same one I posted last night.)

Also, I was going to add reaction images but they were breaking up the story so I left ‘em out, if you want the reaction image version hit me up and I shall post it.

Anyway you guys have been warned lol rated T Word Count: 4.4k

Read it on Ao3

“I’m sorry this game is called what now?” Sero asked incredulously as he joined Mina, Momo, Jirou, Tooru, Uraraka and Tsu in common room. He agreed to join in on their collective sleepover for no other reason than to make sure certain “individuals” (one individual if we’re being honest) wouldn’t mess with them. However, the girls decided to sweeten the deal by promising to watch one of Sero’s favorite movies. It was kind of a guilty pleasure movie, so the offer was pretty appealing. And well look it may seem like a small thing but… the kid was a little lonely lately, and he was sure that this would be the one thing to cheer him up! Right?

Wrong.

What he would soon discover, was that there was a catch. Of course there was. Poor Sero… This is the tale of how he got dragged into playing the insidious game he would ever be cursed to participate in.

“I told you it’s called D-K-F-S-T-A.” Mina rolled her eyes

“That is not the name you used at all.” Sero said pointedly

“Well, whatever. Look it’s fun I promise.” Mina’s demonic like grin suggested that this game in particular was anything but fun.

“Mina, I love you, but your definition of “fun” is far different from others’.”

“He’s got a point.” Jirou said in a bored tone, “Although, I gotta admit the game is kind of fun. In a very dumb way. Unless you’re too chicken.”

“Are you trying to pull a me right now?” Ser asked, “I’ve done this enough times to Bakugou to know what you’re doing. But hell I don’t see the harm if you it’s alright...”

“SERIOUSLY?!” Mina screeched, “I’ve been your bestie since year one and you trust Jirou’s opinion over mine?!?!???”

“Mina.” Sero eyes locked onto hers, “Do me a favor and, think back to last week when you and Kaminari thought it would be fun to—

Mina put her hand over Sero’s mouth,“Ok-OK! Fair point! We don’t need to talk about that.”

Momo, Jirou, Uraraka, Tsu and Tooru all gave the two of them the most terrified glance. They sort of wanted to know what Sero was going to say but at the same time… they didn’t want to know. So they just left it at that, and hopefully the actual event was not as insane as what they were imaging, but knowing the meme queens...

“Alright fine, whatever so like how to I play this? Is it like MKF?” Sero’s eyes widened when all of the girls groaned at the same time.

“Why the hell didn’t we just play it like that!?” Tooru yelled

Uraraka face palmed, “That would have saved so much time.”

“Because it’s not as scientific that way!” exclaimed Mina

“Oh yes, because the ancient method of Mash is much more “scientifically accurate.” Jirou said complete with air quotes as Momo chuckled beside her.

“Scientifically accurate?” Sero asked.

“It determines your soulmate DUH, same as MASH, but you know better.” said Mina.

“Right…”

“This is too silly I’m going to bed, night guys.” Tsu said going to sleep for the night. Everyone wished her a good night and Sero wanting this to be over so they could just watch the dang movie already. He again picked his favorite guilty pleasure movie—a romantic comedy—what? He’s allowed to like ‘em jeez! Half the damned reason he agreed to this was because a) he knew he wouldn’t be judged and b) he wanted someone to watch it with him and this was the perfect place! Oh well, this game can’t take that long right?

“Okay, guys seriously? Just tell me how to play.”

“You got it my Office Supply Guy!” Mina beamed as Sero shook his head, “So here is how you play. You give me a list of 10 people you like as platonically ONLY. Then you give me a list of another 10 people but this time it’s people you find hot—or well: attractive, aesthetically pleasing and/or who you would hypothetically/potentially would want to date. Then, you give me 2 sets of numbers 1-10, then a set of 6 numbers in random order from 1-10.”

Sero was trying very, very hard not to laugh, this sounded fucking ridiculous, “Oh, is that all?”

Jirou smirked as Tooru, Uraraka and Momo stifled their giggles

“You guys—just come on okay? I’ve been trying to get the guys to play this but Kirishima knows better, Bakugou would never and Kaminari doesn’t have the attention span for it.”

“Mina. I barely have the attention span for this, so what am I supposed to do again? List 10 friends or whatever? Also wait what do you mean Kirishima knows better, cuz I’m not gonna lie that is more than mildly concerning.”

“Duh, Kirishima and I went to the same middle school, remember?! We all got bored and played it there all the time.” said Mina “But to answer your other question yeah, give me 10 people you aren’t attracted to.”

“Okay easy: You, Kaminari, Bakugou, Kirishima—

“Noooo you can’t put Bakugou and Kirishima on the same list.”

“What? Why?”

“Because they’re dating! You match up people in the first set you name with the second—trust me it’ll all be clear when we start.”

“Mina, none of this is clear, you do realize that, right??” Sero said feeling like his eyes were ready to roll out of their sockets

“In Mina’s defense it does make more sense as you play.” Uraraka smirked. See that should have been the first sign that something was wrong with this game. Uraraka never smirked, and if he were being honest… it was the most terrifying thing he’d ever seen.

Sero sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, “okay fine, so leave them off?”

“Or you put one on this list and the other one on the, people you wouldn’t mind dating list.”

“Or the ‘hotties list’ as she called it when we she made me play it.” Jirou rolled her eyes.

“Right, okay so my list of friends who I do not want to date take two: You, Kaminari, Jirou—”

“Ouch, me I get but you’re putting Jirou on the platonic list?”

Sero went red, “I—I don’t mean I don’t think Jirou’s unattractive I just—Jirou and I fist bump, I feel like once you’re in the fist bump zone that means you’re buddies for life and that’s kind of it and I—”

“Mina, can you stop torturing him?” Momo asked.

“Yeah, otherwise we’ll never get to the actual game and then no movie.” Jirou yelled in Sero’s defense, “No worries Sero, I feel exactly the same way.” Jirou fist bumped him in solidarity, besides she’s ashamed to admit it but she was pretty excited to see who Sero would be matched up with in the end.

“Okay. Fiiiiiiiine. So Sero on your first list you have: me, Kaminari, Jirou and you need 7 more people.

“Seven… right, uh…Tokoyami, Tetsutetsu… um… shit this is hard!”

“Right?!” Tooru squeaked, “It’s actually really hard to list all of these people! Oh but yeah you can totally list us under the friends list.”

Sero blushed, “Well… like what if I dunno I’ve had a crush or two on some of you—from like first year.”

“Oooooh who?!”

“Uraraka and Momo…”

Momo and Uraraka blushed, “Aw Sero!” Mina squealed.

Sero, realized he should have trusted his instincts. This insidious “game” was a trap. “H-heh, so okay how many more people do you need?” look into editing

“Well, let’s see, we have you—

“What? I didn’t list myself.”

“Yeah, I listed you—MASH rules the host can add one person to each list—now shush. You have listed: You, Me, Kaminari, Jirou, Tokoyami, Tetsutetsu. Great! Four more to go!”

“Tooru, Uhhhh… Oh! Camie, Inasa, and Shinsou! Done.”

“With the first list you are, and aww I’m glad you and Shinsou are friends! I feel badly that he didn’t get moved up to the Hero class sooner.”

“Yeah me too he’s a really great guy, and wait I gotta do the same thing in the other list?”

“Yep! So if you would please list of the people you could potentially see yourself being with, and/or you find cute.”

“Aw Jeez, what is this the most complicated game known to man?” Sero said exasperated AF, “Fine. But Mina? I’m giving you this list once and only once and if you miss somebody then that’s your fault and you have to fill in the damn gap.”

“Ok, ok, I got it… go!”

“Uhhhhh, ok, Momo, Kendou, Uraraka, Iida, Shouji, Ojiro, Awase, Shindou, and um… um. N-Natsuo?”

“Natsuo… as in Todoroki’s older brother?”

“Yeah, I mean, I guess? I mean he’s pretty cute, and I’m running out of people to name.”

“He’s four years older!”

“Again, you said people I thought were cute! He’s cute it totally counts! I’m not saying I’m gonna jump his bones or anything! Anyway, that’s ten right?”

“Nope that’s nine but since you choose a slightly older Todoroki, I am putting our Todoroki.”

“Y-You can’t do that.”

“Oooooh yes I can and I am.”

“Fine, I change those last two, to um—um…”

“Nope, no take backs and you took way too long on the friends list, this is the list of hotties you are stuck with.” Mina gave a mock innocent smile

“You’re only freaking out about it because you have to deal with Todoroki being on the list.” said Jirou struggling to hold back a laugh

“And the only reason he only put Natsuo on because it’s safer option.” Momo said coyly, “ You chose him because it means you wouldn’t have to say Shouto.”

Sero went red, “What does that have to do with anything?”

“That you like him… a lot” Uraraka chirped

“I do not. I mean yeah we’re friends, just friends.”

“Mhmm… sure.” Tooru laughed

“You guuuuuys!”

“Seroooo!”

“Ugh, sure whatever you say can we just finish the stupid game? Random numbers?”

“Yep 10 random numbers 1-10 2x plus 6 random numbers 1-10” Mina clicked her pen a couple of times and Sero rolled his eyes for probably the umpteenth million time during this dumb game and spouted out numbers. What the actual fuck had he been thinking when he agreed to this shit?

“Alright! Now we can start!” Mina squealed with glee, “So here’s what’s going on, the first two number sequences you gave me? Well, they match up to names on either of the two lists. So I’m going to give you two names aaaaaand you’re going to tell me if you’d think they’d be a good couple or not.”

Sero blinked, “What?”

“Sero, you’re not a dumb guy, stop acting like it. Okay, you for example got paired up with oooooh Shouji.”

“I’m going to say this again. What?”

“So your name was first on the friends list, and when you gave me the list of 10 numbers you said the number 2 first. That effectively gave you the number 2 and on the other list, you named Shouji fifth but in the number sequence you said the number 2 fifth. Hence you getting paired with Shouji. So now I’m going to give you couples based on number matches and lol you’re going to tell me if you think they’d be a cute couple or not, and I record your answer as yes or no.”

“Okay, I suppose that makes sense… so what the fuck does D-K-F-S-T-A stand for.” Sero filled with dread the likes of which he had never felt before, When Mina answered. “Oh that, heh you’ll see.”

Sero swallowed hard, “O-Okay?”

“Great, so do you see you and Shouji together?”

Sero did not miss the fact that they were all silently laughing at his misery, he also didn’t miss that he was going to have a fun time explaining all of his answers, “Yes…”

“Oh my god I knew it.” Tooru squealed

Sero groaned, “He’s a nice guy okay?!”

“Right and kissing him during truth or dare last month has nothing to do with it?” Jirou playfully punched his arm.

“Sh-Shut up Jirou! Unless you want me to pull out some receipts on all of you.”

“Fair enough.”

“Ok, ok next, oh oh wow lol nope,” Mina laughed.

“What?”

“Me and Ojiro.”

“Oh, definitely not, Ojiro deserves better.”

“HEY!”

The room burst out in fits of giggles.

“Kaminari and Iida.”

“Huh, yeah kinda—wait actually nope, def not. They get along super well and I love both of them a lot but I feel like they’d be missing chemistry?”

“Oh same,” said Ochako.

“Right?” said Sero

Mina wanted to get to the “good” part of the game so she interrupted, “Jirou and HA! Natsuo.”

Before Jirou could even open her mouth Sero said “No. I didn’t realize it was gonna be like this, you guys were right he’s way too old.”

“Not old enough for you to have a semi crush on him.” Jirou smirked

“No, that’s Todoroki Shouto you’re thinking of.” Momo giggled

“Would you guys shut up about that? Look okay yes, I’ve stayed over at his house a couple of times and yes—”

Mina’s widened in shock “He let you stay at his house?!”

“Well uh—yeah when his dad’s not home. Listen remember during our last break? My parents got the dates all mixed up, and they were out of the country. I was just gonna stay at the UA dorms but Endeavor was on a mission in Osaka and Todoroki insisted I come home with him. Natsuo and Fuyumi are really nice, I actually owe them my weight’s worth in grocery money for sure but they wouldn’t let me pay for anything. So—why are you all looking at me like that?”

“Oh nothing” Momo smiled oh-not-so-innocently

“Absolutely Nothing.” Jirou shrugged her shoulders

“Not a thing.” Uraraka said her hand propping up her chin in mock contemplation.

“Nothing at all.” Tooru hummed

Mina didn’t care about subtlety and just plunged in, “So... you’re like sure there’s nothing going on with you and Todoroki?”

“Is this seriously what we’re going to be talking about the whole night?” Sero said desperately trying to calm himself down to rid his cheeks of the epic blush that was currently decorating his face.

“Depends, when you uh stayed over at his place… did you guys sleep in his room?”

Sero opened his mouth to offer some sort of a response but his words died before they could reach his lips. He instantly made a tight lipped smile and refused to look at any of them.

“OH MY GOD!”

“It wasn’t like that!”

“Honestly Sero, you are hopeless.” Mina shook her head, “Okay, Tooru and Kendou.”

“No, not really, you guys don’t talk enough.”

“Yeah that’s fair.” Tooru yawned in agreement, “Aw man... guys I hate to tap out early but I’m exhausted, pleeeeease you have to tell me how this ends.”

“Oh you know it girl, sweet dreams!”

They all wished Tooru good night which luckily let Sero have enough time to collect himself for the next onslaught of questions. He thought he was prepared, he thought it must be close to finishing right? He could do this… well that’s what he thought before he heard Mina cackle.

“Oh god who with who” Sero dreaded asking.

“Tokoyami and Uraraka.”

Everyone cracked up at that because well no matter who Uraraka ended up with, unless it was with Midoriya it was gonna be a no (and the boy wasn’t even listed).

“Lol nope, she has eyes for only one person on this earth.”

“Sh-Shut up!”

“Oooooh ok, I see, so it’s okay to humiliate me, but not you.”

“Well duh I’m not the one playing the game.”

“Yeah well—

“Sero stop arguing with Uraraka, the faster we get through this the faster we can—Oh My God,” Mina struggled to keep a straight face, “Shinsou and Shindou.”

Everyone cackled, and admitted to himself internally that maybe this game wasn’t that bad.

“You know what? Weirdly enough, I kinda see it. If only for the reason that Shinsou wouldn’t let that smug good looking asshole get away with shit.”

“You do realize you and Shindou kinda look alike,” Momo offered.

“No we don’t?”

“You kinda do though,” said Jirou.

“We do not, what drugs are you all taking?”

“We aren’t on drugs, you guys do look a little alike and It’s not a bad thing.” Ochako chimed in.

“I’m aware, he’s nice looking, but I mean we don’t.”

“Sero…” Mina for the first time that night gave him a soft look.

“What?”

“We know why you’re saying that, you’re good looking!”

“I’m fine looking.”

“Sero.”

“Moving on please.”

“Ugh fine, oh! Camie and Momo!”

“Awwww, that would be kind of adorable.”

“She is pretty…” Momo sighed wistfully

“You know I could set something up, right?” said Sero

“No no! That’s okay!”

“You sure?”

“I could set you up with Todoroki,” Momo countered.

“We room next to each other so like lol if that were ever to become a thing, which it won’t. I swear I’m a big boy, I’m more than capable to do it on my own.”

“Yes, because you’re so good at telling someone you like them,” said Jirou.

“You know what Jirou? Those who live in glass houses…” He gave her a pointed look causing her to mutter some choice insult phrases Sero’s way.

“Moving on,” Mina hastily smoothed over, “Oh! Inasa and Todoroki.”

“Yeah I can see it heh,” Sero shrugged, “considering they dated for a bit this summer.”

“What?!”

“Yeah, they like had a lot of fun and like I-I dunno they kept trying to make it work and it was really hard though... because of the distance. But yeah like yeah they were a thing, I think they ended it for good but I don't know...” Sero shrugged, "I'm pretty sure Todoroki, Bakugou, and Kirishima were supposed to meet up with Inasa tonight, maybe Camie too. They might get back together, and like that would be nice..."

“Oh Sero…”

“Why are you “Oh Sero-ing” me? They make each other happy, plus it’s not like I have a stake in this.”

“Sero, it’s okay you can admit you like him, who are we going to tell?” Momo asked gently placing her hand on his back. Sero couldn’t look at her so he just responded with, “He’s my friend. How many times do I have to say that? Of course I like him, but like just as a friend. I didn’t put him on the other list you guys did, anyway...” The girls gave him a look but Sero gave them his winning smile, “who is next in this crazy game or is that it?”

“Alright…” Mina hesitated, wanting so very desperately to make sure Sero was okay. Yeah they messed with each other a lot but Sero was family to her… but the boy was stubborn as hell so she just moved forward. “Okay! Oh god! Satou and Awase!”

“LOL nope. They’d like run out of things to talk about in 5 minutes or less, so is that it?”

“No! Now, we get to the really fun part.”

“The really fun part? Oh hell, the fuck is “the fun part.””

“Yup give me 6 random numbers 1-10.”

“Mina, you totally made this game up.”

“I DID NOT! You can ask Kirishima!! I swear! We played this in middle school all the time!!!”

“What hell dimension did you guys go to middle school???”

“Oh just come on!!! You’re taking forever!”

“Because you keep talking!”

“This is ridiculous,” said Momo, “Give me the notebook Mina I’ll do it from here.”

“Oh good idea he’ll answer you without a fuss.”

“I’m not making a fuss!”

“Kinda are.”

Sero rolled his eyes and gave the random numbers to Momo, “Ok what do I need to do now?”

“Answers these honestly AND you have to explain your answer.”

“O-Okay?”

“Would you date Ojiro?”

“No, I mean he’s awesome but… it’s just… I know he has a crush on someone else and it would feel really weird if I went in there and asked him out. Like it just seems very inconsiderate and like… you know why bother asking a friend you know isn’t into you out? It will just wreck the friendship, and yeah, like who wants that, you know?”

There was a collective aw from all of the girls and Ochako reached out for Sero’s hand, “Are you sure you don’t want to talk about feelings you may or may not have for someone?”

Sero sighed, “I appreciate your attempt at ambiguity Uraraka, but um, lol yeah we’re not going there, because there are only so many times I can tell you all he’s just a friend without taping you all to the ceiling.”

“Okay would you kiss...” Momo blinked before continuing. “Oh me!”

“I would.” Sero smiled and kissed Momo on the cheek.

Momo giggled, “Aw shucks Sero.”

He snorted, “Never say that again.”

“Yeah I regretted it the instant I said it, thank you for the kiss.” She playfully shoved his shoulder with his.

“Oh anytime lol.”

“Okay would you go to First Base with Natsuo.”

Sero’s eyes bugged out of his skull, “Nooooo. DEAR GOD NO! Like you guys said he’s like 4 years older! AND I DIDN’T REALIZE IT WAS GONNA BE LIKE THIS!!!”

“Right well, now you know for next time.”

“What makes you think I’m ever playing this stupid game ever again?”

“Because it’s ridiculous, it’s fun, and again it will determine your soulmate!" Mina said in a sing-songy tone, "Now. Would you go to second base with Awase.”

Sero went pale as a sheet, looked away and mumbled out his answer.

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

“I said… w-well, since it’s already happened I guess I gotta say yes.” Sero rubbed the back of his neck

“I’m so sorry, what?!?!!!?” They collectively screeched

“Uh. Details. Now. When the heck did this happen?!?!?!!!” Jirou demanded

"Ugh, ok... so... remember that time we had training with 2-b last trimester? The one off campus? We had that party? Awase and I got matched up for seven minutes in heaven and like neither of us had really kissed someone with tongue before… So like yeah we um started kissing and um then… u-um well... like we progressed to um making out and it was n-nice.” Sero swallowed hard, “And OK SURE maybe we got a little carried away in the moment—but like!!! IT WAS ONLY THAT LIKE ONE TIME AND NOTHING HAPPENED WE JUST MADE OUT and had somewanderinghands BUT NOTHING BELOW THE BELT!!!”

“OH MY GOD HOW HAVE YOU NEVER TOLD US THIS BEFORE?!”

“WELL YOU WERE AT THE PARTY!!!”

“Oh my god this makes so much sense now, you looked like a rumpled mess. Did you guys ever try dating after?” Momo pressed.

“W-we might have made out a couple more times, but that was it. There was kind of no romantic feels there, as much as I wanted there to be then I could have just moved on from–”

“From?” asked Jirou.

“Nothing, no one, it doesn’t matter. Next question?”

“Would you go to Third with HA omfg Shindou.”

“Well for one, ew no. You guys said he looks like me and I can’t ever unsee that and it’s so weird to think about now. And two, he is much of an asshole as he is amazing to look at, absolutely not. Can you imagine? He’d allude it to everyone anyway. Not say it outright because you know “his image™.”

“Oh god what a nightmare yeah, besides he doesn’t deserve you.”

“Awwwwwww Mina, that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“IT IS NOT I’VE SAID PLENTY OF NICE THINGS TO YOU IN THE PAST.”

“Uh-huh after you’re done torturing me that is.”

Mina gaped at him like he’d just slapped her, “RUDE.”

“Okay Sero, last one.” Momo laughed and then her eyes widened, “Oh my god. Okay just know that I did not do this on purpose. This is actually just who you got.”

“O...kay?”

“Would you go all the way with Todoroki?”

“Wh-what?”

“Would you–

Sero blinked, and interrupted, “No, I’m not answering that. There is no right answer for that. If I say no, you’re going to say I’m in denial or some bullshit.”

“You are totally in denial,” said Mina.

Sero glared, at Mina before sighing, “And if I give you my logical answer, you’re gonna make a big deal out of it and I’d rather not do this. It’s–look can we just pretend that like I said whatever you want me to say and we can move onto the movie or something?”

“But after you finish this one then we calculate your “soulmate”, with you know science.” Jirou smiled

“Right. Science. Weren’t you the one to point out how BS this concept of “MASH science” is?”

“Well yeah but this is the last one and like we don’t mean to actually bother you about this.”

“Aw yeah, come on Sero, we promise we won’t make this into a big deal. Besides it’s not fun to poke fun if you’re not actually having fun ya know?” Mina gave a very OVER enthusiastic grin, which melted Sero’s misgivings

“Oh alright.” He took in a deep breath, and rubbed the back of his neck. “Hypothetically? I would–hypothetically–b-because we’re friends and I know he wouldn’t laugh at me, or make me feel more self conscious than I already am. And that yeah, it would be awkward as hell, and sure it would be ridiculous, but it would be like nice? I don’t know, I just trust him, and I think if hypothetically we would do that… then like it would maybe even be fun? Or… I don’t know I just can’t really see even saying yes to anyone but him...” When he looked up he saw the girls’ mouths gaping, and he instantly looked away completely missing the girls’ waving and signaling for him to STOP.

“I-It like wouldn’t be weird I guess? Again, like I trust him and I-I dunno. I just think going all the way with Todoroki would feel natural instead of… terrifying ya know? And--”

Finally Mina screeched, “HI TODOROKI HOW’RE YOU DOING?!”

Everyone went completely still as Sero turned around with a breakneck speed only to see that Todoroki was not in fact out with Kirishima, Bakugou, Camie and Inasa. He was instead, standing right behind him looking pretty bewildered slapped across his face. All that could be heard next was Sero softly uttering, “o-oh fuck.”

#sero week 2018 #seroroki #sero hanta #mina ashido #jirou kyouka #momo yaoyorozu #Ochako Uraraka #todoroki shouto #todosero #sumblr party fic #sleepover fic #with the #chaotic evil energy of a chat fic

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queerbycrs · 6 years

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i aint scared you gotta do 1-30

IM READY

favorite fic you wrote this yearalive (star wars, barrissoka) because 1. finally did something in second person that i liked!!! and 2. i feel like it was just. Good. i liked the way i did it.

least favorite fic you wrote this yearprobably To Be Found (star wars, obianidala) because it’s a genre that i don’t usually work with (action) + i did it for an exchange and didn’t give myself very much time to do it so i was super rushed and freaked out and yeah. it’s not terrible or anything but i just feel like *sigh* when i think about it

favorite line/scene you wrote this yearthis tiny scene from and this is how it goes (stranger things, stoncy)

It goes like this.Steve punches Jonathan in the face behind the school during lunch. And while Jonathan is still recovering from the blow, a hell of a bruise rising under his left eye and blood running out of his nose, Steve kisses him. Steve is the only solid thing in the world; everything else is tilting.This kiss tastes like blood.Steve pushes him away moments later, mouth slick and red, and spits on the ground, wiping off Jonathan’s blood. “I’m not a fucking queer,” he says, and leaves Jonathan alone. In the distance, the normal high school break-time sounds are coming back into focus. They’d disappeared when the bloodlust, or maybe just lust, appeared in Steve’s eyes.Jonathan licks the blood off his teeth and leans back against the brick wall, pressing his palms flat against it. It’s cold and rough against his fingers.It doesn’t feel as real as Steve did when his tongue was in Jonathan’s mouth, but it’s close.

...because i like blood as an aesthetic and i just. really liked this. (#homophobia #blood #violence #assault)

total number of words you wrote this year...i have to go with “published” because otherwise i have genuinely no idea. 43,710. huh! not bad.

most popular fic this yearcompleted this year? and this is how it goes, 156 kudos.

least popular fic this yearsympathy for the devil (star wars, hanleia/sith!leia, dark) with 12 kudos, but i also published it three days ago, so.

longest completed fic you wrote this yearTo Be Found, 7,163 words.

shortest completed fic you wrote this yearno rest for the wicked (young justice, snaibsel), 804 words.

longest wip of the yearLights Will Guide You Home (32.8k right now) which is the first fic i uploaded on that account! and it’s still a wip. sigh. (star wars, mostly plotty/action but with obianidala + skybridger + barrissoka)

shortest wip of the yearsee above. i have one (1) wip because i know now that i cannot finish them in good time and won’t do that to myself again.

fandom you enjoyed writing for the most this year...i think it’s still star wars. though i had a good time with stranger things, with one fic up and one that’s still in progress on and off

favorite character to write about this year...i don’t know. i will say i wrote more original trilogy fic than i thought i would, so more luke + leia + han, and i really enjoyed it.

favorite writing song/artist/album of this yearuhhhhhhhhh idk i don’t really Do writing music for a lot of surprisingly weird reasons.

a fic you didn’t expect to writechasing a memory (young justice, snaibsel) was a bit of a surprise, because it has a plot and it stayed relatively short while i also found it fascinating. also i’m super proud of it, it’s definitely up there with my favourites of this year

something you learned this yearWIPS ARE NOT SOMETHING I CAN DO.also i’m figuring out more of what my strengths are as a writer and where i feel comfortable, and i’m trying to push them a bit.

fic(s) you completed this yeara list, are we doing that?

chasing a memory

alive

slip away into the sound (star wars, hanleia, han dies earlier and leia doesn’t cope)

you know what they say about assumptions (star wars, obianidala, modern/celebrity au)

no rest for the wicked

and this is how it goes

To Be Found

take to the sky with me (star wars, skysolo, royalty au)

sympathy for the devil

fics you’ll continue next yearstill just the one wip. and hopefully i’ll finish it.

current number of wipsone!

any new fics to start next yearno wips (i’ve learned my lesson) but i have some ideas

number of comments you haven’t readnone, i think?

most memorable comment/reviewuhhhhh i’m not sure WAIT SOMEONE OFFERED TO PODFIC ONE OF MY FICS WHICH. I JUST. I DIED. THAT WAS AMAZING.

events you participated in this yearsw rare pairs exchange and skysolo secret santa. and they were fun but also i don’t think i can do any more exchanges until i graduate, considering how severely my current school situation limits my computer access.

fics you wanted to write but didn’tcan i take this as “wanted to finish” because i usually at least start writing things? i really wish i could’ve gotten somewhere with my barrissoka hanahaki au. i still might write it but it’s kinda stuck and idk

favorite fic you read this yearOH LORDIE.uh.whole yeari’m just gonna. take a pass on this one because i genuinely read hundreds of fics this year and it would take all night to narrow them down

a fic you read this year you would recommend everyone readSee Above

number of favorites/bookmarks you made this year501. DO YOU SEE WHY I CAN’T NARROW THIS DOWN ON SUCH A SHORT BASIS.

favorite fanfic author of the yearstill genuinely could not say. i loved a lot of them.

longest fic you read this yearfirst reads? hm. okay -- ao3, just go on and nOT LET ME SEARCH MY BOOKMARKS BY WORDCOUNT, THANKS FOR THAT. can’t tell you; again, 501 BOOKMARKS.i might be able to figure this out if my computer let me sort files by download date but it doesn’t. so.

shortest fic you read this yearsee above. shit.

favorite fandom to read fic from this yearhonestly? i have to say, a lot of them. like, i’d say “diversity in reading” was the theme of the year. i read so many different fandoms. but i think i really loved my brief delves into all for the game and percy jackson and it.

i’d say ask me more but this was all of them so thank you

#hoo boy #answered #nooowestayandgetcaught #i didn't read through this again so sorry for typos or w/e

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itsybitsylemonsqueezy · 7 years

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11 Questions

**RULES ** · Always post the rules · Answer the questions given by the person who tagged you · Write 11 questions of your own · Tag 11 people (or however many you want)

Stole this from @slashyrogue because I thought it looked fun X3

1. Favourite fantasy book? Or favourite book if fantasy is not your kind of thing? Oh mannnn... the books of my childhood ^^; I mean... yes? All of them? As a standalone, Beauty by Robin McKinley is one of my favorites and my favorite retelling of Beauty and the Beast.

2. Where do you most want to travel to? In general? A lot of places. There’s a lot of beauty in the world, it would be a precious treasure to see it. Specifically? House on the Rock, Wisconsin. Looks FABULOUS. MUST SEE.

3. A fic or story that impressed you deeply and why? Uhhhhh... fuck me.

Reaching DEEP into my past Odalisque by Bailey was probably one of the most influential fics of my coming of age. Not the first slash fic I ever read, but one of the best. I learned new words from it! Hell, this fic single-handedly created Faramir/Eomer as my favorite LOTR crackship. And it STUNNINGLY, ABSURDLY WORKS. (Yeah, this is SO OLD, I originally read it on a geocities website. YEAH. Yeah. Let that just... sink in.)

My Fine Feathered Friend by Lixxle is still one of my all time favorite comfort fics in the whole goddamn world. I don’t think I can go more than a year without rereading it. It’s just so pure and good and gives me the warm feels. And, you know, it’s impressive on its own to have a fic who can do that for you perpetually, no matter what happens to you. That’s impressive. (Also presented to you in its original deviantART format. I have stared into the abyss, friends. And the abyss stared back.)

Speaking of fics I will never get over and always return to, The Crane Wife by x! Not only did this fic introduce me to the beauty that is Five/Ainley, it introduced me to The Decemberists, which was life changing, and it has forever embedded in my mind how EXCELLENT a slave trope can be. I mean... this fic changed me. And in my opinion, it is x’s best work, which is no small feat as one of the greatest Best Enemies writers I’ve ever read. (Also also presented in its original livejournal format. I’ve been doing this a LONG fucking time friends. A long. long. fucking time.)

Honorable Mentions: A BloodRed Rose for Legolas (long... long embarrassing story from the bad old days of FF.net when I was about 13. It has since been taken down, I’m sure, for similar embarrassment on the part of the author. Although I distantly remember the title being changed... but no, I am not spending my evening tracking it down, sorry ^^;)

Alis Grave Nil by ombredelarue (even unfinished, it stands as a tremendous work. Before I had Hannibal, I had Doctor Who. And I had Doctor/Master. And I had TenSimms. And, let me tell you, Hannibal is not the first fandom nor will it be the last to ship the actor’s characters from other fandoms. Before I had Spacedogs, I had this. And it’s beautiful.)

The Pull of One Magnet to Another by ellie_hell (I’m no longer in the Sherlock fandom for Every Possible Reason. But, this is a very sweet, very well-written fic that if you ever cared for the character of John and Sherlock, I’d recommend reading. It can’t be any worse than the show at any rate)

4. Favourite show character? I mean... j-just one? You’re... you’re kidding right. You’re kidding.

There’s... Hannibal and Mad Sweeney and Frank Castle and Count Olaf. There’s Garnet and Annie Edison and Jane Eyre and Martha Jones. To name a few.

5. If you could only save one book in the apocalypse, what would it be? I’m gonna play by Fahrenheit 451 rules and assume that EVERYONE gets to pick one book to memorize. And I would take Moby Dick and the reason I would take Moby Dick is because 1) now no one else has to suffer trying to memorize it, 2) if you forget the past, you’re doomed to repeat it and I AIN’T DOING THIS WHITE WHALE BULLSHIT TWICE, and 3) it’s a genuinely good book about the impetuous folly and tragic pride of humanity. And given this is the apocalypse, I feel like humility is a lesson humanity could stand to remember : |

6. If you could change one thing about yourself or the world what would it be? Clean energy. Instantly. If there was one thing I could fix today, overnight, that’s what I would do.

About myself, uhhh... motivation to exercise ^^; Also A Job.

7. What do you do for inspiration if you’re feeling blocked or low? I get some musics. Musics is good for my mental state, especially new stuff. I find radio stations imperative for this because I don’t know what I’ll get. And even if I hate it, that will give me inspiration, something to think about, a new stimulus.

8. What would be your patronus / dæmon / spirit animal? I always like to think of something perfectly harmless that just wants to make its way in the world. Like a whale or a butterfly or a pangolin. I’m extremely protective of creatures who are uniquely ill-equipped to defend themselves against humans. And the whale is fantastically intelligent and develops strong familial bonds, they are long-lived and sing to each other, they’re just majestic ocean giants who do their best to regulate their home. Or butterflies, who are beautiful at no cost to anyone and are vital to the continued existence of pretty much everything on the planet. Or pangolins, who just want to be left alone to eat bugs at night and otherwise hide in trees. All precious sweethearts who are just doing their best. I’d like to be one of them.

9. What trait to you value in a friend more than any other? Understanding is a pretty good answer, really, I’m gonna steal it.

10. A quote you always loved and want to share? I know a lot of good ones... hard to choose. But there’s nothing wrong with a classic:

“We cannot choose where we will love.” -- Susan Kay

11. What is your favourite thing about yourself (don’t be shy!) Uh, well, today I took a quiz that told me my Homeric epithet is a “great teller of stories” and I’m always touched when people like my stories and tell me I”m a good story-teller. I value the ability to tell a story quite highly and if I managed to meet that qualification some of the time... that’s pretty great c:

Tagging: anyone who wants to do it, seriously, it’s a good time, you should do it and tag me if you do c:

#long post #fic history #THAT was a lot of fandoms #Come with me on a literary journey friends #about me #about Lemon

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drpsyche · 7 years

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Serenader

Word Count: 1767

Rating: T

Based on @shadowpiratemonkey7 ‘s college and fuckboy aus. Our favorite OC from hell comes up with a full proof plan to win over the small gem/girl of her dreams.

I leaned back at the lunch table, Carnelian sat across from me, still eating. She was my wingman, the one person I could count on to bounce ideas off of and not end up in trouble with the RA.

“So,” she says, looking up at me, “Let’s go over this again. You see the girl you like; you’ve made eye contact and your going to start up your first conversation. What do you say?”

“Ask her for nudes?” I respond.

“No.”

“Ask her for… lewds?”

“No.”

“Oh! Send her nudes!”

“No!” Carnelian pinches the bridge of her nose in frustration.

“Did I come off too strong?”

“Yes, harassment is coming off too strong.”

“Damn,” I say scrunching my brow. Talking to girls is so hard. I try my best to get it across and all they usually have to talk about is boring shit, like their studies or how their days went. Why can’t everyone just be direct?

“Alright, so this girl you like, how does she know you? Do you have classes together? Have you talked?”

“I follow her sometimes,” I respond.

Carnelian gives me a weird look. She’s fond of those. It’s one of those that’s a combination of annoyance and disbelief.

“What? She’s never seen me! I think. I can hide really well. I’m sure she’s only seen me once… or twice.”

“Alright, so she probably is aware that you’re stalking her.”

“It’s not stalking! I love her.”

“Have you ever spoken to her?”

“Of course, I asked to use her pen once and we managed to talk a bit about our classes.”

Carnelian has lost the look and seems almost surprised, “That’s… good, a good way to open up and break the ice.”

‘A damn boring way’ I think.

“Yeah, I said she looked nice. And then I said she smelled nice, and then I said she’d look nice naked, and then I asked her what her schedule was like, and then I asked if she was seeing someone, and then I asked if she’d like to go out sometime and then I-”

“Ok, so you screwed up the first meeting… already.” Carnelian says, rolling her eyes.

“Well, I… um”

“At least you didn’t ask her for nudes.”

“Uhhhhhhh”

“Goddamnit A,” Carnelian says putting her face in her hands, “Can’t you just not screw up this badly?”

“But you told me to be myself!”

“No, I have never said that. Mostly because I know you, and being yourself is never a good thing.”

I grumble. Carnelian is not a good friend. All she’s got is bad advice and she tries to keep me on a leash. We need to platonically break up or something.

“Ok, so here’s what I think you should do,” Carnelian says.

An idea comes into my head; more seductive than any idea I’ve had before.

“You should apologize,” she says.

That is not my idea. In fact, apology is one of the nastiest words I can think of, an antithesis to my very being. To apologize is to be wrong! And I’m never wrong.

“No!” I say as my face lights up, “I’ll do it like in the movies, show up at her window at night with a boombox, playing something sexy. She’ll never be able to resist. She’ll be like putty in my hands, sexy sexy putty that I can-”

“No,” Carnelian says, shaking her head, “That only works if you want to apologize, which I doubt you do, or if you need to win her back. As of now, she’ll probably think you’re stalking her… which you are. You need to come off less stalkerish.”

I sigh. I don’t want to admit it, but she might be right. I don’t want campus security coming after me again.

“Ok, what If I do it and apologize to her, in a take me back sort of way?”

“She never took you in the first place.”

“Semantics.”

“Fine, but what would music you play?”

I smile a wide toothy grin, I know exactly the music.

“Lords of Acid!” I say proudly.

“NO!” Carnelian yells, “That’s a terrible idea, what in the hell are you thinking? You wanna blast explicit sex innuendos out in the middle of the night? Are you crazy?”

Clearly Carnelian does not know the seductive power of Lords of Acid. The band can charm the shorts off of any woman.

“Look, I’ll lend you my Marc Anthony CD if you please don’t wake up the whole dorm with industrial music about pussy cats.” Carnelian says.

“Thanks.” I say, smiling. Carnelian always has my back.

{Later That Night}

I jog to the dorms and look up at the windows. A few lights are still on, but most have gone to bed. I finally spy her room (it’s on the third floor), and I pick a stone up. I toss it and hit the window, thankfully not breaking it. I’m getting better at this haha!

I hold up the boombox and press play. Marc Anthony’s seductive music begins to play, and I know, deep down in the very core of my being (or my crotch, same difference) that this will do it. I can see Peri now, wooed at the music, perfectly willing to dispel the ill-informed ideas of me to see the soul of a poet beneath it. Or soul of a lover, I hate poetry, its boring and only really serves to make yourself look good so you can pick up chicks. At least to me… I’ve never had a talent for it. But that doesn’t matter! What matters is that Marc Anthony does and I’ll ride his coattails to get that sweet sweet tail.

There she is! I can see the shadows moving behind the window. Groping… hehe groping is right, for the lights so she may finally see me. C’mon, just look out the window and see me. See me and love me, I know you can do it.

There! I see a flash of blonde hair, the light goes on, the window opens and… oh shit.

“How beautiful!” says the room’s occupant.

My face falls. It’s not Peri, it’s that weirdo law student. What was her name? Yana or something? God dammnit, I’ve got the wrong room. She smiles out at me, clasping her hands together.

“You know,” Yana, continues, “I’ve always dreamed of this. An attractive mysterious stranger showing up in front of my window in the dead of night. Holding up some music in the hopes I’ll leap into their arms and be off! Oh college is such a dream come true.”

She sighs, a blissful look on her face. “I’ll admit though, in my dreams they’re always playing something from Lords of Acid, but hey, not everything can be perfect.”

“uhhhhh,” I say, looking around. This isn’t going according to my plan.

Other lights are turning on as other students are popping their heads out wondering what the commotion was. Goddamnit, how did I get the wrong room?

“So, cutie pie, what made you fall this hard huh?” Yana asks, smiling down at me.

Before I can answer, I hear another voice.

“Yana, who is it?”

I recognize that voice and when the corresponding face comes to the window, I recognize it too. Oh double shit.

Bell looks out groggily down at me, slowly the realization kicks in.

“Alright babe, you know how I said we should keep things open?” Yana asks, “Well, this little thing here just came and-”

“YOU!” Bell shouts, realization blasting away any trace of tiredness, “I remember you! You’ve got a lot of nerve showing up at my dorm like this in the middle of the night!”

“Babe, it’s like… 10,” Yana corrects, but Bell is done listening.

Things have gone down the drain rapidly at this point. Peri’s weirdo lawyer guardian/mom/creature has been a nuisance before, a final block between my destiny and me.

“Get away from her you bitch!” Bell yells and disappears from the windowsill. Yana has her back turned to me and is looking inside the room.

I wonder if I should take my leave before something happens.

Then something happens! A large book comes flying from the window, spinning in the air like a deadly Frisbee. It connects with my boom box and knocks it out of my hands, smashing it and silencing Marc Anthony… forever.

I stand there, dazed, my hands still above my head holding the air where the boom box was. I lower them and turn to the smashed machine. A large thick doorstopper of a book is embedded in it. It reads “Tax Law Volume 1”.

Things have escalated and it’s probably time to run away.

“I’ve got eleven more volumes of those and I’m not afraid to use them!” Bell shouts down at me.

Yeah, definitely time to run away.

I duck as another one flies out at me, and crashes to the ground. It’s impressive that she can throw these huge tomes with such accuracy.

“Bell!” Yana says, “You know how expensive those books are right?”

“Shut up! We’re not studying to be tax lawyers!” Bell replies before furiously throwing the third one.

The fourth one clips my shoulder as I attempt to run away and I’m knocked to the ground. Bell’s yelling profanities at me and quite a bit of the dorm has woken up to watch the festivities. I scan the building and there she is. Peri’s sticking her head out of one of the windows, wondering what’s up. Sure Lapis is right behind her too because of course she would be, she’s always there because she got to Peri first. Peri and I link eyes for a brief second and we share a moment. She shivers at the sight of me, which I will see as a shiver of anticipation and not disgust (I’m very good at ignoring the latter). Then a fifth book comes flying at my head and I manage to roll away in time.

I abscond and manage to get out of range of the sixth book as I disappear into the night. My pride is wounded and so is my body, but my resolve is unbreakable! I will woo this girl! No matter how many heavy-law-tomes-fired-from-a-crazy-lawyer-who’s-also-a-little-bit-attractive-if-I’m-honest that I have to endure. Someday, somehow, I’ll finally get Peri to love me.

Just gotta make a quick stop off at the music store tomorrow to buy a replacement CD for Carnelian. I’m 90% sure the book smashed it.

(I took Yellow and Blue’s names from definitelyameatbag’s fic that they sent in. I didn’t know what to call 8XA so I decided on just a single letter “nickname” ala S/Mystery Girl.)

#8xa #drawbauchery #shadowpiratemonkey7 #steven universe #fanfic

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Slumber’s 2017 Writing Round-Up

source: https://trey.dreamwidth.org/584.html 1. Total year-long word count: 56623 (+ 23700 in WIPs, so about 80k \o/)

2. Word count by fandom: Just give it all to BNHA lbr, though I did one Harry Potter fic too

3. Fics completed: 12, plus a bunch of drabbles

4. Works-in-progress: 3, 2 of which I've been avoiding for a month >.>

5. This year I wrote and posted: A LOT-- most of them here

6. Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you'd predicted? Way, way more. I wasn't planning on writing this year at all-- I'd reached a point in my fandom life where I was pretty set on engaging in canon content primarily, and maybe reading a couple fics here and there. I'd written one thing last year, but hadn't really written since 2013. Then BNHA happened. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

7. What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted in January? Uh. I got into a new fandom in the summer, and it's been my main one since, so I definitely did not predict any of that... OH. I wrote a soulmate AU. That was... not super expected, because I really kind of don’t like them in general, but uh... considering I wrote it to subvert the things I didn’t like about it, not at all that unsurprising.

8. What's your own favorite story of the year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you happiest?

It's a toss up.

"show me how to" was one of the easiest things I've ever written, the story as born from the discussion on the kink meme came so fast to me I was compelled to start writing it during my lunch break, lol. And it was written in a day, which means I have no memories of it truly tormenting me. >.> I just had so much fun writing it-- it was silly and a little out there, but I have good memories of it. :3

I also really liked "and my heart went boom", because this was maybe the least pretentious, most self-indulgent thing I'd ever given in to writing. Plus I'd had the idea for a mechanic AU for years, from a different fandom no less, so I was glad I finally got it out of me. (I just like writing disaster queers and their awkward crushes. :3)

9. Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them? Haha, yes, I owned up to the #problematic smut I wrote for the kink meme and posted them to my AO3 account. I debated using a throwaway account for it but at the end of the day, I wanted to be honest about the topics I'd been interested in exploring, even if only for a few words. (I AM A PEOPLE PLEASER IT WAS DIFFICULT TO DO OKAY I'M TRYING TO GIVE FEWER FUCKS.)

10. Your best story of this year: I'm not sure what decides this… I kind of feel like even though I've been pretty happy with most of the stuff I've written, there's always something I wanted to do better/improve every time I reread them? I guess forced to pick, I'd go with "like you're running out of time, like you need it to survive" -- feels a little weird to say the first thing I'd written this year is the best (shouldn't I be improving? >.>) but I think this was also the biggest, most compelling story I'd had to write? Like, most of the things I wanted to say about Kiribaku are in this fic, and it's the most closely aligned to canon (minus that hospital scene >.>) which IDK, feels like it counts for something.

11. Your most popular story of this year: I guess going by kudos/hit count it's "the world you keep erasing", but I feel like I've heard the most good things for "domestic life was never quite my style" (it has more comment threads and bookmarks)?

12. Story of yours most under-appreciated by the universe, in your opinion: Uhhhh I'm a rare pair writer, so I feel like those are underappreciated. XD But I guess of my rare pair fics I wish more people tried "diametrically opposed" (which is Rappa/Fatgum FRAPPA) and "wonders great and small" (which is Tetsudenki).

13. Most fun story to write: Oh. >.> "show me how to" for sure. I also really enjoyed writing "wonders great and small", mostly because the ending was super clear to me from the beginning and I was so motivated to get there.

14. Story with the single sexiest moment: Hahaha nothing no story I don't write sexy. >.>

15. Most "Holy crap, that's wrong, even for you" story: OH yeah I put up a bunch, they're in "hate the sin", which is a collection of 1-sentence fills for the kink meme that specifically had some, uh, questionable pairs. Sorry. >.>

16. Story that shifted your own perceptions of the characters: "show me how to" -- I hadn't really shipped Erasermic prior to this, and I actually wasn't planning to write this as Erasermic when it started. But Mic was a disaster and the casual pining slipped in, and oops now I love them.

17. Hardest story to write: "the world you keep erasing" -- I think every part of this story was a struggle to put down.

18. Biggest disappointment: I don't really know that there is one. This year I've written primarily for myself, and honestly more the reverse, I've been incredibly surprised and taken aback by the response I've gotten? Even with rare pairs, which I pretty much expect to get very little attention, get some really great feedback.

19. Biggest surprise: "and my heart went boom" -- this is like. Pure self-indulgence, I didn't expect this to get the feedback it did bc it was just. Thirsting. And not smutty. And not particularly emotional or ~deep~.

20. Most unintentionally telling story: I don't know if it was unintentional, but I pulled a lot of my own experiences (with failures/setbacks) for "like you're running out of time, like you need it to survive".

ALSO in general nearly every fic I wrote was a love letter to Kirishima, so uhhhhh it’s very telling in that way. >.>

21. Favorite opening line(s):

Katsuki doesn't remember a world without color. (from "the world you keep erasing")

The last thing Shouto expects to be doing on a Tuesday morning is to get caught in a screaming match with a guy from Support. (from "fan this spark into a flame")

22. Favorite closing line(s): I'm less happy with my closing lines, uhhhh, so maybe The knighting business is beginning to look up. (from "wonders great and small")

23. Favorite 5 line(s) from anywhere:

And Katsuki thinks: Kirishima would have taken anyone's hand. - like you're running out of time, like you need it to survive

What Kirishima does is this: a week after saving his soulmate from a flying car, he asks her out for coffee. - the world you keep erasing

When he's deep in thought, it strips the shine and varnish away to reveal the sturdy, honest core lying beneath. - soldier boys, tripping over themselves

It strikes Yamada then, the irony of it all, Yamada receiving the best orgasm of his life from the combined efforts of a virgin and an asexual. - show me how to

That's not the right butt. - and my heart went boom (<.<)

24. Top 5 scenes from anywhere you would choose to have illustrated:

Not quite a scene, but mechanic!Kirishima and Bakugou's very obvious thirst, please. XD (and my heart went boom)

Bakugou and the Class A girls making chocolate. (domestic life was never quite my style)

Kaminari, Tetsutetsu, and a campfire kiss. (wonders great and small)

Any of the scenes where Frappa are eating, to be honest. (diametrically opposed)

Midoriya with a flamethrower against the ice monsters. (fan this spark into a flame)

25. Fic-writing goals for next year: I would like to finish the multi-chapter WIP I've been working on since November (I'm, uh, gonna have to re-write majority of it, oops). That's really the big one. The rest is just to continue having fun, remembering to write for myself, and being okay with taking writing breaks.

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