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3.6k words. cadrien x minaiph (belongs to @storyofthemoon). swtor. an expanded rewrite of an old prompt for gigi beloved's birthday <3 cw: violence, blood/gore, and descriptions of injuries. [ao3]

Two cloaked Sith stalk through the wreckage of an abandoned industrial building, their steps silent despite the dilapidated emptiness all around them, torn banners and debris littering the floor and furniture arranged in haphazard barricades. They move as one through the shadows, the years of training and months of working alongside each other shifting them into a cohesive unit as they hunt.

The thundering artillery has held off for now, but it’s only a matter of time before Torvix’s forces regroup. Sheer incompetence has all but cost the Empire its grip on the war-torn world, quickly losing access to its key source of processing hypermatter by the minute, and so the pair of Sith more often referred to as the Claws these days have been sent to clean up the mess. Their task is to eliminate the double-crossing councilor, leaving the rest to Imperial forces to sweep through his network while they scramble without their head.

But too many things about the plan have set Cadrien on edge. For one thing, the fact that it’s been labeled a one-trip mission lingers in the back of his mind. He’d forgone his usual armor for the sake of moving easier through the silent dark, no longer as covered as he normally would have been, and Minaiph isn’t much better. Some of the intel hasn’t added up either, slight gaps in the logistical details that he can’t help but fixate on as they’re forced to improvise. And if there’s anything that he loathes, it’s improvising a mission.

Uneasiness crawls cold up his spine the further they delve into the building. None of the usual sounds he expects to hear reach his ears—no rhythmic beeping of the construction droids at work, no scraping and creaking of makeshift barricades, no reloading ammunition, no patrolling footsteps of the guards that should be among the hallways. Stretching out his senses as far as he can reach, he finds no one but Min and him.

“What is it?” Min whispers, his outline in the Force shifting as he drops the hood of his cloak, running an idle hand over his braid. “You’re tense.”

“Something isn’t right,” Cadrien says.

“Too quiet.”

Cadrien nods, uncertain whether or not he’s eased by the validation that he senses it, too. It might be easier to accept if it had only been his nerves, worked up by his own overactive mind. He slows as Min slips ahead to pass through a narrow passage, trailing behind him with a hand not far from the hilt of his sword.

The immediate room is empty as they enter, but something pricks at the edges of his senses. Cadrien sticks close to his friend as they wander towards what should be a hideout according to their intel, and he realizes that they’re not alone after all, a shrouded figure moving beyond the wall. But it’s not their target—other figures fluctuate into formation ahead of them, crowding around the door.

As soon as they materialize in his perception, Cadrien snaps a gloved hand to Min’s shoulder, and the other man stops in his tracks, twisting his head to look at him. He signals with a closed fist, shaking left to right, followed by two, no, three raised fingers. Frustration flares through Min’s signature, but he stays quiet, slinking away from the room.

Cadrien clenches his jaw and stifles his own aggravation as he lengthens his stride, desperate to keep his head clear to think. He weighs their options. The simplest solution would be to return to base and find the source of the bad intel, but they run the risk of losing ground on Torvix and his forces. They could try to divert them, lure them out of the room to divide and conquer, but it hinges on whether they can even be drawn out, making it as much of a risk.

Not that it matters in the end. They don’t make it very far backtracking across the way that they had weaved through the building, blocked in by more approaching figures, and it’s painfully clear then that they had been sent into a trap. They have no choice but to fight with Torvix’s forces enclosing them from both ends. Min seems to realize it at the same time, a low noise ripping from his throat before he reaches for his lightsabers, the twin plasma blades flaring into his perception.

“Nothing personal,” one of them taunts, peeking at them from behind a table. “But the big guy wants to make an example out of you. Says leaving the bodies of two Sith in the middle of the Black Hole might be enough of a message.”

Min lets out a sharp, derisive laugh. “Sounds personal to me.”

The air is charged with the all too familiar frenetic energy before initial combat, only for the briefest pause before someone makes the first move. One of the Corellians lobs something in their direction. Min dodges it easily, always so fast and nimble on his feet, and leaps into the fray with furious lightsabers whirling through the air.

And then the fight is on, their ambushers opening fire as they launch into their attack. Cadrien is steady on his feet as he slashes his sword to deflect a bolt and catches one of them by the throat with the Force, flicking his wrist with a sickening crack that sounds over the cacophony echoing in the shambled room. Another crowds close to him with a pair of daggers, forcing a grunt out of him as he fights to outmaneuver the sharp blades.

He gets separated from Min in the fray, too distracted to properly count how many they’ve dispatched and how many are left, but his friend’s signature bounces around the edge of the room as he uses his own speed to gain the upper hand. It’s a dance that Cadrien never tires of witnessing. Min is all ferocious grace, all relentless purpose, his body as much of a tool as his blades as he weaves and presses his attack, the outline of his long braid trailing behind him.

Time almost seems to slow as the fight lulls, giving Cadrien a fraction of a moment to think. It’s all he needs. He pinpoints one of their ambushers taking advantage of Min’s blindspot, that singular point of weakness in his closest friend’s unyielding offense, holding off two figures with frantic flurrying of his lightsabers but not spotting the lone one with an electroblade edging up behind him. All Cadrien has to do is leap behind him, switch hands with his sword, and drive it through the person’s chest to prevent it from piercing Min’s back.

But he has always, always been slow wielding with his left hand, no matter how long he’s spent training. The only possibilities that he can conceive end with him in Min’s place if he intervenes, and his stomach plummets, taking him right back to that tomb on Korriban where he nearly perished at sixteen and the oath to himself that he’d never let an ambush take him again.

No weakness, no mercy.

The thought of Min being run through with that blade shoots raw fear through him, and he realizes it then, how it’s not even a question. Only one person means more to him than his own life and his own honor.

Cadrien lunges.

His sword transfers easily to his left hand as he lands behind Min. He twists to shield the vibrant energy of Min’s back with his broader frame, but his motion is cut short as white-hot pain explodes through his left shoulder and spreads on a current through his neck and chest. A sharp gasp rips from his throat as he stumbles, bumping into Min in an attempt to right himself, and it’s all he can do to stay on his feet long enough to give him an opening.

The Force surges through him as he calls on it, overpowering the agony and the adrenaline warring for control of his senses. Cadrien draws in a shuddering breath, demanding it to obey his will, and rushes to release it in a swift burst. Raw power cracks across the room and voices cry out all around him before the cold, creeping tendrils of energy start to seep back to him.

It’s not enough. The amount of essence he can draw is outweighed by how quickly he’s fading. It’s an atrophied muscle, unused since he was still an acolyte, closed in by those who had assumed him weak. He pants through his teeth, dropping to his knees.

The person who stabbed him flees.

Cadrien lowers himself more fully to the ground, unable to hold up his own weight any longer as his entire body convulses and he coughs up blood. He rolls onto his side, his trembling hand smudging slick and wet up his face, over his mask, and into his hair, trying in vain to keep himself together. Min’s frantic voice calls to him, but he sounds too distant, masked by the clash of lightsabers.

The last thing he clings to is how brilliant Min glows as he tears through his opponents despite his waning perception, the world blinking out around him until even that bright spot is gone, too.

Is this what it means to love?

Do you mind that I’ve weakened myself before you?

What Cadrien notices as he begins to come to again, though desperately fighting against the sleep that refuses to release him from its grasp, is that he is still in a medbay. His mask seems to remain on his face despite his predicament, not that it hinders his ability to perceive around him. The machinery idly hums and beeps throughout the room, generating a pulse of its own that manages to tip him off before the cold, stagnant air recirculating through the vents and Force signature of the room around him even do.

The next thing he notes is that he isn’t alone.

He senses Minaiph not long before he pinpoints him hovering at the side of the bed, his commanding and lively presence unmistakable even in Cadrien’s drowsy state. His outline seems to shift his weight from foot to foot as if he can’t stand still and radiates a deluge of concern and confusion that threatens to fill the room to burst. But when he notices Cadrien stretch his long legs out in the bed and test his sore limbs, avoiding his injured arm, he stops.

“Cade?” Min’s deep voice is quiet, almost whispering, and the idea of it is so absurd that it almost makes him want to laugh. “Are you awake?”

Cadrien opens his mouth to answer him, but his voice croaks and breaks before a solid word can even form, and he’s grateful when a glass of water is nudged to his lips and a steady hand eases his head enough to help him drink. With anyone else, it may have been an unbearable blow to his pride—or worse, a sign of weakness that would certainly mark his demise—but after everything that the pair of them have been through together since their days as overeager acolytes, he accepts the gesture for what it is, a trusted friend lending a hand.

The water is too warm, but it manages to soothe some of the dryness in his throat as it goes down, and all too soon he finishes it off, leaving Min to ease him back against the pillows as he sets aside the cup. Cadrien assumes that he will get a medic to check on his injury, but he’s surprised when instead Min walks over to the side of the bed and lowers himself to it, the mattress dipping under his weight as he plants himself near his thigh.

Cadrien stills as calloused fingers slowly trace along the puckered scar that snakes over his left shoulder and verges on his pectoral—the new wound, his tender flesh still freshly marred, trudging up the memory of his gritted teeth and back bowed off the gurney while a medic wrenched him back together. His throat remains sore and hoarse, a dull ache that lingers in his stubborn, half-conscious refusal of a lengthy soak in a kolto tank. He must’ve lost the battle with his own stoicism during the process.

“Does it still hurt?” Min asks.

Lifting his shoulder in an attempted shrug, Cadrien winces at its immediate twinge in protest. “The medic did what they could.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“Min.”

“Cadrien,” Min returns, startlingly serious. Apparently this isn’t one of those times when he’s willing to let things go. “Are you in pain?”

A long silence lapses as Cadrien considers him before he finally concedes, “Only if I move my arm. I’m fine.”

At that, Min gives a noncommittal hum. The answer seems to put him at ease, leaning onto an arm bracketing Cadrien’s leg to hold his weight as he settles more onto the bed, warmth emanating from his body despite the chill in the room, but not quite touching him. Something like fondness swells and settles deep within his chest, and unable to suppress it, Cadrien shifts his uninjured arm to run a hand through his damp hair.

Foolish.

He knows that it had been an undeniably stupid risk, that he had been too caught up in the momentary panic that the loss of Min would’ve been far more devastating than any possible injury to himself. It goes against everything he knows, everything that he’s been taught, and yet he’s also aware that he would suffer the same consequences again and again and again, regardless of what is expected of him. The why of it is something he’s trying not to think about, but it’s been running through his mind against his will.

He’s in love with Min.

The man who’d survived the red sands of Korriban alongside him. The Sith whom he’s meant to trust, whom he actually does, to work together in the Empire’s interests. His best friend who’d dragged his broken, unconscious body across Corellia, and now lingers at his side, caring for him in a way that he’s not sure that he should want or even deserves. But desire has long since clawed a hollow space in his chest and made itself a home.

It just took a pivotal moment to realize it.

Bracing himself for the inevitable pain, Cadrien grabs at the surprisingly plush mattress and heaves himself further upright with a groan. Min shifts as the outline of his hand moves like he’s going to grab him before it falls, curling into a fist at his side, and huffs an abrupt exhale. His energy ebbs and flits in the Force, boisterous and restless as ever yet intermingled with something that Cadrien can’t quite place. Something is clearly on his mind now, but he’s withholding it, and that alone makes the whole thing too unusual to wrap his own head around it. He almost starts to believe that Min will leave it be until he eventually speaks.

“I took care of it.”

Cadrien tilts his head towards him. “What?”

“The one who did that to you,” Min says, his voice rough, betraying the faintest hint of burning anger beneath the surface. “I dealt with him.”

It brings the memory of their assailant retreating into the shadows as his perception faded flashing back to the forefront of his mind. Cadrien had wondered when he’d first awoken, however briefly before the agonizing pain set in, if he’d gotten away from them. But he supposes that is his answer.

It’s nothing that either of them haven’t done in the past, but something about his declaration settles over the room like a heavy weight. Cadrien swallows around a lump in his throat and forces some semblance of a nod. Min’s figure eases, slouching after a nod of his own in turn.

Darth Vicari visits him within the week.

Her presence is unmistakable, a cold sensation sweeping through the room before he even drowsily registers her standing against the wall.

Cadrien doesn’t bother questioning how she found out about his injury. Even kept occupied with the Dread Guard presence on Belsavis, she has a plethora of sources to feed her information, most of which he’s never been able to uncover to his inplacable frustration, and keeping track of her former apprentice has always been a priority. He would expect nothing less of a Sith with her experience.

It’s the fact that she deigned to check up on him in person so swiftly that gives him pause.

Instinctively, he reaches out with his senses for Min, relief filling him as he pinpoints his friend’s vibrant energy in the hallway. He’s hardly left Cadrien’s side in the last few days aside from debriefings and other follow-ups on the results of their mission. One call of his name, and Cadrien knows that he would be at his side, regardless of what transpires. It’s enough to sink back into the pillows behind him.

“Reckless and self-sacrificial aren’t terms that come to mind when I consider you,” Darth Vicari says low once she’s certain that he’s alert, her stern tone cutting through the room. “Yet here you are.”

“I calculated the situation,” Cadrien returns, biting back his own bitterness.

“And you chose to risk your own life?”

“Min and I— We look out for each other.”

“Correct me if I’m wrong,” she says, pushing herself off the wall, “but did you not tell me that you vowed in that tomb to never put yourself in a position like the one you threw yourself into for him?”

He grits his teeth. “I agreed to work with him. I’m not going to just let him die if I’m able to protect him.”

“Yes, yes. Honor.” The signature of her hand waves him off as she takes a few steps closer, leaning like she’s peering at something. “It’s troublesome working with other Sith, you know. Most won’t share that way of thinking. Many will want to use you because of it.”

“Like you?”

Shock flashes through her signature before annoyance takes its place, at odds with the controlled way that she eases upright again and faces him. “Excuse me?”

Cadrien swallows hard, fighting to keep his breathing even, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of his reaction while he has the upper hand. She’s gotten too close to the truth about why he would take an unnecessary and fatal blow for his comfort, his only move now to deflect away from her questions. But he needs a clear head to dodge her uncanny way of deciphering body language—something he lacks right now, medicated and groggy, and frankly too exhausted to hold back.

“Don’t pretend the reason you chose me as an apprentice wasn’t because of my ability,” he says, his voice far sharper than he intends. “And your spies told you about the debrief, how I used the Force in a way that you wanted me to do for you, but I did it to protect Minaiph, so here you are.” He clenches his hands into fists in the sheet, his shoulder aching with the tension, and he has to force himself to let go. “I know perfectly well what other Sith are capable of.”

His outburst reverberates in the chilly room before it falls to silence, save for the soft mechanical beeps of the various machinery. Tension weighs heavy between them in a way that it never has in the past. Cadrien has never voiced that suspicion, how he’s known from the start that he was more self-preserving tool to her than simple apprentice, letting it go as the nature of Sith, and she’s never confessed to it. But now he’s a Sith Lord in his own right, and now his acknowledgement is out in the open.

Darth Vicari clears her throat. “Rather risky of you to be so insolent while you’re vulnerable.”

“Attacking someone who’s already wounded isn’t your way,” Cadrien returns, arrogance bleeding into his tone even as he prepares for the possibility of her retaliation on principle simply because he’s testing her. But she doesn’t make her move, and she doesn’t deny it either, folding her arms over her chest. “Mock me for adhering to honor if you’d like, but you’re no different.”

“He’s influenced you.”

Cadrien hesitates. “Perhaps.”

“Be sure that it doesn’t get you into trouble with someone less willing to overlook it.” She drifts silently towards the door, only pausing when it hisses open, her figure shifting as she glances over her shoulder. “You’re wrong about why I came here, by the way. I only wanted to understand.”

Darth Vicari is gone before he can question what she means, leaving him feeling as though he’s stumbled into yet another trap.

The door barely hisses closed before it reopens, though, and the bright outline of Min enters the room, his long legs carrying him to the side of the bed in a few hasty strides. He hovers for a moment, fidgeting beside the bed with too much pent-up energy. Cadrien senses the weight of his gaze checking him over even if he can’t see Min’s eyes for himself, and while he knows that Min has only been more so vigilant and protective over him because it’s the first time that one of them has gotten so badly injured while working together, he can’t quite stifle the corrosive want that swells in his chest.

You make me feel safe.

The words die on his tongue before they ever have a chance to leave his mouth. He blames them on his delirious state, much as he does the temptation to reach across the thin sheet for Min, contemplating what it might be like to slide tentative fingertips along the ridges of his arm until he finds his hand, but he quickly shuts down that thought, even as his fingers twitch with the impulse.

Instead, Cadrien focuses on what he can sense of Min at his side with his strong and energetic signature that melds around him in the Force, and he tells himself that it’s enough.

#mushy banana hours but gigi ilysm you’re one of my fav people in this world and i treasure our friendship sm <3 #now everyone go wish her a very happy birthday too <3 #dani writes things #star wars #fic: star wars #game: the old republic #oc: cadrien tirai #minaiph #cadrien/min #oc: ana maite vicari

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v0idwraith · 11 months

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nah i’m with isaac on this one, hearting someone else’s happy birthday message is NOT the same thing as saying happy birthday

#unless you’re the bitch who never messages in the chat #in which case hearting someone else’s happy birthday message absolutely counts #but i do not believe for a SECOND that dani is that person #ted lasso #ted lasso spoilers #ted lasso season 3 #isaac mcadoo #dani rojas

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jajna · 1 year

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY DANI!!!! <3

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Dani it’s your birthday~ The god’s blessed you this day~ You gave me the gift of a lovely ally and I’m proud of you every day~ Dani it’s your birthday~ Happy birthday Dani~ Dani it’s your birthday~ Happy birthday Dani~ I wish you love and goodwill~ I wish you please enjoy~ I wish you better then your heart desires~ And a first-rate grand hug~ Dani it’s your birthday~ Happy birthday Daniiii~ Dani it’s your birthday~ Happy birthday Daniiiiiii~ ~YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH~ @dani-kin

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY DANI MY FRIEND!!! hopefully you like the simpsons but ether way MAY YOU FEEL LOVED <3

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shadowydoes · 1 year

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"As long as the four of us stay together..."

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jellywoaa · 5 months

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO DANIELLE GALLIGAN AKA SHADOW AND BONE’S NINA ZENIK!! 🫶

#HappyBirthdayDani #saveshadowandbone #sixofcrowsspinoff #six of crows spinoff #save shadow and bone #happy birthday Dani #I could only wish to be as beautiful as she is #hope I don’t come off as creepy saying that^^#Maybe one day I’ll get to meet her she ATE UP Nina’s role <3

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ice-sculptures · 9 months

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rae's birthday series: 3/? ↳ HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DANI!! @nearlywitchess 🫂🥳

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radiance1 · 7 months

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Let's combine your most common AUs

Instead of a teddy bear, 5 year old Danny has a plushy eastern dragon when he has his portal accident

Alternately, teen Danny gains the power to turn into a bear. Maybe an Ursa from MLP:FiM. Aragon probably still wants him for being a magic star bear in that case

Forgive me for the late response.

Hm, a two in one that I'm not sure which to do, so why not both!

Danny's favorite mythical creature was the eastern dragon, so much so that he begged his parents for a plushy of one for his birthday, they ordered one, and then he got one.

He's only ever been so happy when he found out about the wonders of space.

Despite his parents multiple attempts at trying to get him involved in Ghosts, he's just been spending his time playing around with his plush imagining both of them flying through space on super dangerous missions or exploring.

Of course, the one time he was interested in one of his parents inventions was because they said that the place they were trying to get too was basically like space.

As in, they meant the vastness of it and the unexplored territory.

But Danny took it as that it actually was space, and got extremely excited over it, much to his parents glee because he was finally showing interest in their work.

None of them could have guessed the fate that would befall such an interest, however.

An amount of time later, when his parents and sister were dead asleep, Danny sneaked his way down into the lab. Bypassing the security systems by using the methods he watched his parents do, not that they were sneaky with it, but they probably didn't expect him to remember them either.

So, in the dark of the lab, flashlight in hand, dragon plush in the other. He approached the portal. His parents said it was incomplete, but looking at it he didn't really see anything wrong with it, something about a power source and a few kinks they had to iron out that he booted from his mind. So, Dany stepped inside, just to look around, then he saw a random hole (where a button is supposed to be) and then, with his brilliant 5-year-old mind and under zero adult supervision, stuck his flashlight inside it to look around.

Such was the case of it somehow turning on, zapping Danny, his plush, and his flashlight all at once and remaking him into the body of a plush dragon boyo.

He was ecstatic at first when he found himself his plush toy because its cool, confused the next because he was glowing, even more so confused when he looked around and saw green and floating islands.

This wasn't space.

He didn't know how to get home, so he went exploring to try and find one.

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Never has Danny so hated yet loved an ability of his.

Turning into a bear was never on his list of things he thought would ever happen to him, despite having fought an alternate him from a different timeline. Danny just, never thought that far about things like this.

Of course, an instant plus for him was that there were literal stars floating around inside his body and, if he concentrated enough, he would be able to form any constellation he wanted to!

The size was another plus, along with the physical strength that came with it. He could literally look down on anyone he wanted to, which is always good in his opinion.

Of course, the part he hated came in the form of an enemy previously forgotten and discarded, coming back for round 2, 3, 4, 5, etc. Trying to force him into a marriage.

Recently, he's just been slapping the guy around for a bit because leaving. But Prince Aragon was many things, surprisingly persistent was one of them, even if Danny could always be sure of his victory, it was annoying to the farthest reaches of space and back how many times he keeps coming back.

Of course, Danny had to vamoosh as soon as Prince Aragon came close to beating him even once, which is way too many times in his opinion. Hell, he even got Vlad of all people to help him cover for him when he went on the escape (how Jazz managed to do it, he would never know).

He eventually ended up in some random mountain, that's surprisingly furnished as if someone lived here, yet also extremely dusty and rundown as if it was abandoned. Then he decided, hey, why not just live here?

He just needed to fix it up a bit, which was require him to be human-ish (same as Dragon Danny, except this time with the bear paws, ears, tail and that) to get at the places that need a smaller and more dexterous hand.

Eventually, he did manage to clean up the place to relatively working order! Maybe replace some things, like that TV, but all in all he's happy with what he did!

What he wasn't happy with however, is these random people pulling up to his place and calling it their base.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #dcxdp

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moonshynecybin · 4 months

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wait. marc's little documentary came out february 15 uhhhh two full days before his birthday. and hi hello is this thing on. the day before vale's birthday. do we think that was on purpose (YES.) like happy birthday vale <3 i am going to go on the record about sepang for the first time. yes jorge and dani are here too <3 wishing you the best in the worst way enjoy the reporters....

#could you not have waited A DAY??#chappell roan my kink is karma BLARINGGGGGG #motogp #rosquez #callie speaks

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jamietarttsnorthernattitude · 7 months

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Making a post to keep all my @whumptober stuff together. All of this is subject to change (okay I guess some of it not all lol). I’ll add links as I post each day. Still working on ideas for the blank slots. The rest are at least WIP stages and some are done ✔️

Feel free to share any prompts or ideas of what you’d want to see! Esp on the blank days.

Jamie gets a concussion falling out of a tree trying to save Dauphine the cat.

Jamie is sick and Dani takes care of him.

Ted helps Rebecca through a migraine.

Jamie is injured during the decoy play (Part 1/2)*

Jamie and the team are caught in an earthquake while spending a night out. (Part 1/2)

Jamie finds out the real reason for his father’s sobriety (Fuck Jamie’s Dad)

Jamie is jumped in an alleyway. Sam takes care of him.

Part 2/2 of Jamie is injured during an earthquake.

Jamie is injured during that first rough practice when he returned to the team, hides it and doesn’t handle it well when it’s discovered.

Jamie breaks his phone hiking.

Jamie has a nightmare at an away match and Declan comforts him.

Mom City introspective.

Roy gets an appendicitis.

Jamie, Isaac and a few others take a boat trip that almost takes a turn for the worse.

Jamie hides an injury post first West Ham match so he doesn’t lose more ground to Zava (Part 1/3)

Jamie hides an injury post first West Ham match so he doesn’t lose more ground to Zava (Part 2/3)

Jamie sprains his neck attempting a trick on a playground to impress Phoebe.

Ted steps in when he sees Jamie with his Dad in the season finale but when Jamie goes back to Manchester that night his father isn’t happy at being interrupted.

Jamie hides an injury post first West Ham match so be doesn't lose more ground to Zava (Part 3/3)

Jamie has a minor slip down the stairs and thinks he’ll miss celebrating his birthday. (Happy Birthday Jamie Tartt 🥳)

Jamie doesn't show up for training in 1x06 after James paid him a visit after he was pulled from the match (as requested by @vigilanteavengerqueen and part 1/3)

Jamie & Roy are in a car accident. (Part 1/3)

Jamie is injured during the decoy play. (Part 2/2)

Roy hadn’t meant to hit him, he really hadn’t.*

Jamie doesn’t show up for training in 1x06 after James paid him a visit after he was pulled from the match (Part 3/3)*

The car had come from nowhere and disappeared just as quickly.*

Jamie has his tonsils out.*

A look at Roy Kent and his sister’s relationship from her marriage through her divorce, the first Uncle’s Day and his retirement.

Roy reflects on the end of his career and Richmond’s relegation.*

Keeley faints from overworking and Roy & Jamie are there to take care of her thanks for the request!

in the morning i’m bulletproof chapter 8/epilogue aka Rupert Mannion takes Jamie out before the final game of the season.

* means I used an alternative prompt so could be moved around

#ted lasso #jamie tartt #ao3 #ted lasso fanfic #jamie tartt fanfiction #whumptober #whump #jamie tartt fanfic #roy kent fanfiction #pinned post #whumptober2023 #whump writing #Jamie Tartt whump #roy Kent #whumpblr #whump whump whump

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dutifullynuttywitch · 4 months

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Avatar: art by the wonderful @lilyoffandoms

Header: created by the amazing @aallotarenunelma gifted by my lovely friend @thosehallowedhalls 💛

Masterlist

Fanfiction inspired by Pixelberry's Choices

Meet my MC: Autumn Nightbloom ✒️

Meet my mc for Blades, Autumn Nightbloom, an orphaned elf raised by kind farmers in Riverbend.

Things left unsaid ✒️

Mal Volari x f!mc Autumn Nightbloom (Ⓜ️🔥 Angst, Explicit/NSFW)

Continuation of Blades 2 Chapter 3. Autumn reunites with Mal after her escape from the Shadow Realm. She stays the night to explore their relationship after a year apart.

Reflections on the eve of battle ✒️

Mal Volari x f!mc Autumn Nightbloom (Teen, angst)

On the eve of the Ash Empire’s invasion, Mal reflects on his feelings for Autumn and his fear of failing her. A take on Mal's inner turmoil throughout Blades 2.

A Thief's Oath ✒️

Mal Volari x f!mc Autumn Nightbloom (Teen, fluff)

Takes place several hours after the final battle in Blades 2. Autumn (MC) and gang have defeated the Ash Empress and merged the kingdoms. Mal wants to take care of his tired kit, so he makes good on his thief’s oath.

Pancake mornings ✒️🎨

Mal Volari x f!mc Autumn Nightbloom (Teen, fluff)

Mal tries his hand at making Heroes of Morella pancakes ... and Autumn considers more legitimate career choices for her handsome rogue.

A Whitetower Festival ✒️

Mal Volari x f!mc Autumn Nightbloom (Teen, fluff)

Mal and Autumn enjoy their first Whitetower Festival of Friendship and Love with friends and family.

Gifts & commissions

Bumbling adversaries ✒️

Mal and Daenarya encounter ferocious foes in the Deadwood...🐝 A gift for the lovely Dani

Untitled ✒️ Birthday ✒️

Lovely gifts by the amazing @thosehallowedhalls 💛

In the arms of night ✒️

A wonderful gift from Dani

Autumn nightbloom portrait 🎨

A gift by the incredibly talented Lily

Mal and Autumn waltz 🎨

A beautiful art commission by @hydn-jpg of my favorite pair waltzing under the Ash Empress' nose in Shroudwatch. Blades 2 chapter 14.

Pancake mornings 🎨

Gorgeous art commission by Artbyainna (IG), gift from the @choicesficwriterscreations January 2024 reading event. Post blades 2.

Meet my MC: Eva Archer ✒️🎨

Meet Eva Archer, 25 yr old leader of the newly established Olympus colony, fiercely loyal friend and fighter.

Starlit night ✒️🎨

Troy Hassan x f!mc Eva Archer (teen, fluff)

Several years before the events in Wake the Dead, Troy surprises Eva with a late-night outing within the confines of the Tower.

Sisterly advice ✒️

Eva Archer and Brynn Archer (teen)

Eva and Brynn enjoy a rare day off.

Close call ✒️

Troy Hassan x f!mc Eva Archer (teen)

Eva is terrified that something may have happened to Brynn while out scouting.

Gifts

Happy birthday Eva ✒️

Troy Hassan x Eva Archer f!mc

Troy surprises Eva with a special gift.. drabble by the wonderful @inlocusmads 💛

#blades of light and shadow #blades of light and shadow 2 #playchoices #choices fanfiction #mal volari x mc #mal volari #choices fandom #masterlist #wake the dead choices #troy hassan x eva archer #troy hassan #troy hassan x mc #eva archer #autumn nightbloom

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Lady and the Idiot part 3

Alright, part 3. I really wanted to return to this AU. Read part 2 here! Let’s get into it!

You’re basically Dani’s personal pet now. You are almost always with her, you love to cuddle with her… And, you’re not allowed to sit at the dinner table. Much like a pet. It’s okay, you probably would have just begged for scraps or something. You make yourself busy while Dani is busy with meals or has private conversations with her mother. You aren’t really supposed to be to in Alcina’s proximity, remember? You’re not a quitter, though… There has to be a way to get closer to her.

Dani has been brainstorming ways to get you and her mom together, but… She’s not a miracle worker. You’ve really made it an uphill battle for her.

Bela and Cass have also grown accustomed to you hanging around Dani so much. Cass has forgiven you for calling her “Cutie” (Sort of) and Bela likes how good of a listener you are… In fact, one time she barreled into Dani’s room and begged her younger sister to let her borrow you so she could complain and vent.

Dani agreed and you ended spending the next hour with a sobbing blonde on your lap. You didn’t mind, though.

Alcina obviously knows you’re still in the castle, but it has been decidedly quieter since Dani adopted you. It seems her youngest daughter is good at keeping you from getting into too much trouble. It’s funny, whenever she thinks of Dani now, you also accompany these thoughts. Alcina has caught herself smiling fondly as she remembers the absolutely adorable smile you possess… Fuck. She’s doing it again. Alcina sighs, entirely annoyed. Why does the most stupid person she’s ever met also hold such magnetism? It’s ridiculous. Alcina sniffs and takes a sip of wine to clear her mind. Suddenly though, a timid knock on the doorway of her study gains her attention. She turns to the visitor to see that it’s… You. Of course. Normally, Alcina would have barked at you to go away, but seeing you right as she was daydreaming thinking about you has her a bit flustered. She sighs. “Come in.” She calls out and rolls her eyes. This is a bad idea. You are probably just going to say something idiotic.

You walk in and nervously play with you fingers. “I, um… I’m sorry, I just wanted to ask if you knew of anything Dani might-”

Alcina narrows her eyes at this.

You cringe. “I-I mean, Lady Daniela would like for her birthday? I have a few ideas, but I wanted your opinion.” You say.

Alcina raises an eyebrow at you in surprise. Damn it. You’re so thoughtful. That’s cute. She sighs but decides to entertain your question nonetheless. “Well, her birthday is still a few months away, but I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to start planning early.” She leans back in her chair and takes another sip of her wine. “What are you thinking?” She asks, a hint of curiosity in her voice.

You straighten up a bit, glad that she’s not dismissing you immediately. “Well, I was thinking maybe a new book, or a piece of jewelry… Or maybe even a trip somewhere?” You suggest, hoping that one of these ideas will spark some interest.

Alcina nods slowly, considering your suggestions. “Hmm, a new book or piece of jewelry would be nice, but I’m not sure about a trip. Daniela is… A bit naive about the outside world, and I’m not sure if she’s ready for that kind of responsibility yet,” She says, her tone cautious.

You nod in understanding. “That’s true, I didn’t think about that. Maybe something more low-key, then? Like a nice dinner or a spa day here in the castle?” You suggest, hoping to find something that would please Daniela and also be acceptable to her mother.

Alcina considers your suggestion for a moment before nodding. “Yes, that could work. A spa day sounds like a lovely idea,” She says, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Thank you for coming to me with this, Y/N. I appreciate your concern for my daughter’s happiness.”

You feel a small surge of pride at her words, grateful that she’s not completely dismissing you as a useless pet. “Of course, my Lady. I just want to make sure that Lady Daniela has a happy birthday,” You say, giving her a small smile.

Alcina nods in acknowledgement before shooing you out of her study. She giggles despite herself as she goes to sit down. You’re still an idiot, but quite sweet. You are so devoted to Daniela… It makes her wonder if you would be just as attentive to her if you were her pet. Wait… What?! Fuck. Get a grip Alcina.

As you leave, you can’t help but feel a small sense of victory. Maybe, just maybe, you’re slowly gaining Alcina’s approval.

Masterlist

#alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #re8 #re8 village #re8 lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #re8 shitpost #re8 incorrect quotes #daniela dimitrescu #y/n is stupid #alcina dimitrescu x y/n

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March 2024 Recap

Fanfic...

Open Heart

Christmas Through Your Eyes (Short Series)| Tobias & Casey Part 1: A Proposition Part 2: With a Capitol T Part 3: The Philadelphia Story A Bite of the Apple Epilogue (rewritten)

A Shot of Reality | Tobias Carrick & Merida (Merida belongs to @lilyoffandoms)

Something Sweet [Olivia x Bryce, Merida x Ethan, Casey x Tobias] Happy Birthday to Dani! 🥳🥳🥳 (🎨by @callmebeem) (Olivia belongs to @storyofmychoices Merida belongs to @lilyoffandoms)

With Warning (Series) | Tobias x Casey In Good Times & In Bad 📱(Supplement) Tobias & Casey Part Three: A chat with Sienna |Tobias & Casey, Sienna Part Four: Reckoning Tobias, Aurora Part Five: Captain Lahela and a Serving of Common Sense

My Commissions...

Just Kiss & Say Goodbye | CoP | Trystan x Carolina by @/artbyainna (IG) Scene from the AU A Moment in Time

#march recap #jerzwriter #march 2024 #open heart #open heart choices #choices open heart #crimes of passion #crimes of passion choices #playchoices

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words-etched-in-her-skin · 1 year

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Miscellaneous

Incorrect Quotes

Capcom vs the Gays Middle Finger

Astronomy Class

Dani's Pet Spider

Lady Dimiclawscu

The Talk

Social Skills

Deuces

The Stench

The Stench 2

Call From a Drunk Reader

Viagra for the Lady

Megan the Stallion

Who's a Good Girl?

Modern Tech for the Dimitrescus

Thanksgiving Turkey

Gif Reactions

Reader in Tight Pants

Reader with No Gag Reflex

Reader Eating Yogurt with Just Tongue

Reader Masturbating

Reader Masturbating with Large Dildo

Being Called Daddy

Headcanons

HC for the first time the sisters attempt to use a strap on the reader HC for how each of the Dimitrescu family members would react to having their crush (the reader) walk in on them pleasuring themselves? Thanks in advance!

HC's for the resident evil girls feeding from you ;)

What perfumes would Lady D and daughters use? Expensive that's for sure, but which brands? Or maybe handmade? P.S. i adore your blog ❤

Hi, how about some headcanons about facesitting? Especially with Lady D and Daniela. Ps. Thanks for your lovely writtings;)

HC of what the Dimitrescu daughters are like during sex?

How would Alcina react walking in on her daughters riding their maiden's strap? And how would the daughters react on walking in on Alcina absolutely wrecking her pet from behind?

the dimitrescu's reaction to finding their lover(the reader) masturbating ;)

how would the daughters react if reader got their kiss mark tattooed over their heart

How would the Resident Evil Village ladies react to reader coming without permission >:3 and I love your blog!!

hey hey i'm back (sorry I just love your page so much it makes me happy C: ) But it's my b-day tomorrow and I wanted to ask what would all of the RE8 ladies do on reader birthday! Thank you and sorry for the many asks C:<

Headcanons for the Dimitrescu girls with a chubby nonbinary s/o who loves food but gets super flustered over being handfed and/or groped?

HCs for the ladies with a Reader coming home from a shitty day at work.

HCs for period sex

just a lil' fluffy thought i had: imagine growing and plucking some flowers just for a bouquet for the dimitrescu ladies 🥺

The Ladies cock sizes

how do you think the RE ladies (including Sal) would react and make the reader, who is sad because her dog is old and she doesn't know how much longer she is going to live, feel better?

Ladies' reactions to reader confessing their feelings. While they're stargazing.

The Dimitrescu daughters bugging their Mother on Halloween because they want candy and they can 🤣

Ropes anon here with a very serious question! From largest to smallest, how big would you guess the ladies of re8’s boobs are? As in cup sizes maybe?Very serious topic here lol.

How do you headcanon the neathers of the ladies look like?

Wedding HCs

About the Dimitrescu Sisters being rich and their gf (aka reader) being broke af (like me-) it would be funny how the sisters would literally spoil the reader 😂

Headcanons for the Ladies' favorite cuddle positions?

Ladies' favorite type of underwear?

ladies reactions to reader squirting?

Had a dream about my girlfriend giving me all kinds of praises that would make anyone blush and it got me thinking what kind of priases the re ladies would give the reader

Okay but how about reversed? 😯 The ladies reactions to reader praising them for something? 😯

How do you think the lovely ladies of Re8 would react to an s/o who needs to sleep with a certain stuffed animal every night in order to sleep?

Can you do some embarrassing things that happened during sex w the sisters and their girlfriends?

How would the ladies react to reader breaking up with them?

so my ask is, if the ladies have cocks do they get morning wood? and how do they react to having one? If they have a s/o do they help?

Okay, the breakups broke my heart so I need their reaction to reader coming back to them with tears and flowers and telling them someone blackmailed them to break up but they just can't do it

Never thought I'd love to hear my partner asking me if they could come and now I wanna know what the re ladies would do of their s/o asked them if they could cum?

Ladies favorite candies/seasonal treats

So. It's evil Wednesday. Short headcanons for the ladies finding their lover killed by Ethan.

Multiple Characters

The Dimitrescu daughters bugging their Mother on Halloween because they want candy and they can 🤣

Ahem.. I have no ask for this as it was a birthday fic written for a dear friend 👀 Transfem!Sal x Bratty Reader x Donna.. I.. ahem.. hope some of you will like it! ♥️ Gonna put it all under a cut since I know not everyone is into ships like this.

Someone I love dearly isn't feeling very well 🥺 Can they get something with a sick Reader being comforted by Alcina? Or Sal? Or both 👀

Ropes anon! Here after a few days of no sleep and several mental break downs on my floor! It’s my bday on the 28 and I was hoping you could indulge me in an Alcina x reader x Sal poly relationship? If not, then a simple happy birthday is all I’d like.

.... threesome with a bratty enby, Alcina and Sal? 👀👀

Hi! It’s been a long time since I sent in anything to you, things have been wild, but I was wondering if you could write anything about Donna and Daniela sharing a transfem reader?

Just a little Mother's Day drabble for our favorite Lady 💋

Misc.

Sasha ABCs written by demonofpuns

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