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hypertic · 1 year

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Avatrice - neighbors AU

[and Beatrice has 2 kids]

Ava knocked on the door, shifting her weight from one foot to the other while she waited. Hearing the steps from the other side becoming louder with each passing second was almost enough for her to turn around to leave.

Almost, had it not been for the door opening right before she could run back to her apartment, revealing her neighbor greeting her with a small, polite smile.

Beatrice Xin.

Her next door neighbor that, though she’d moved in a couple of months after Ava, she knew almost nothing about.

She knew that she left too early in the morning and came back too late in the evening, but somehow managed to have enough time to take care of two little girls that, if Ava had to guess, were between five and two years old. She didn’t know much about the girls either; she assumed they were her daughters, even if Beatrice seemed far too young and far too busy to have kids, it was not her place to judge.

She also knew, from the few times they’d crossed paths, that Beatrice always managed to offer her a small, but genuine smile, despite how tired she seemed. If Ava was being honest, Beatrice smile was disarming, and she vividly remembers her legs going weak the first time she saw it.

That was another thing she knew: Beatrice was painfully attractive.

However, that was as far as Ava’s knowledge on Beatrice Xin extended, hence why she felt so awkward standing there.

“Hi.” Ava greeted shyly, already unable to stop her hands from fidgeting with a lose thread of her shirt. Beatrice kept her eyes on her; unreadable. “I’m Ava Silva, your neighbor from the other side of the hall.” In her head, Ava was thanking every deity she knew for giving her enough confidence to introduce herself without stuttering.

“I’m Beatrice Xin.” She offered her a hand for Ava to shake, who took it immediately, giving her a bright smile as she squeezed it gently. Beatrice smiled back, wider this time but still small, and Ava could do nothing but stare.

Beatrice let her, her own eyes scanning over her neighbor’s features to commit them to memory. Suddenly, she became aware that she was still holding Ava’s hand, the smaller girl’s grip loose around her own firm hand. She let go, maybe too quickly and too awkwardly, but Ava didn’t seem to care.

“Right so….,” Ava trailed off, her nerves getting the best of her. “There’s no way I can say this without sounding weird or stupid or straight up crazy and I completely understand if you just shut the door in my face-“ Beatrice’s amused yet slightly threatening eyebrow raise was enough to get Ava to stop her rambling and take a deep breath. “Can I borrow your kids?”

Any trace of amusement was gone as soon as Beatrice heard the word ‘kids’.

“Excuse me?” Ava took notice of her british accent and wondered how someone could grow more attractive by the second. She quickly pushed those thoughts aside, feeling herself grow smaller in front of Beatrice’s threatening eyebrow raise and her suddenly closed off demeanor.

Ava fought the chills crawling up her spine, suddenly aware of the small height difference in Beatrice’s favor that made her all the more scary. Still, she took another deep breath, desperate to at least get her neighbor to hear her explanation and not think she’s completely insane.

“I… I kinda told my ex that I couldn’t go out with him today and meet his new girlfriend because I have to babysit, when I really just don’t want to go because even if we ended on ‘good terms’ and we’re friends, it’s going to be so awkward and I’m not sure I’m ready to put myself through that but I-“ She cut herself short to catch her breath, giving Beatrice a sheepish smile.

“What do you need the kids for then?” Beatrice asked before she could continue. “You said no, so why do you need my kids?” her voice was stern and demanding, like a high school principal, her face unreadable as ever.

“Well,“ Ava sighed, preparing herself to blurt out the second half of her explanation. “He said they could come to say hi while I babysit, because he lives in another city and wanted to stop by, since they’re only here for the weekend and it’s the only time he’s available. I couldn’t backtrack with the babysitting lie, because that would make it too obvious that I don’t want to meet them so…”

Ava looked up from her fidgety hands to the woman in front of her, who stared back at her with what Ava thought -hoped- was maybe a small glint of amusement in her dark, expressionless eyes.

“I know it sounds insane but you’re the only person I know that has kids and they really won’t stay for long; 30 minutes at most.” Beatrice frowned, and Ava couldn’t believe she actually seemed to be thinking about it. “I swear I’ll take good care of them, please!” Ava pushed, ready to beg on her knees if she had to. “I’ll owe you anything! I can clean your entire apartment!, or take down your trash for as long as you live here.” She decided to finalized with her offers, and Beatrice let out an annoyed sigh.

“Are you really willing to go this far to save yourself the embarrassment?” Beatrice questioned, and Ava wasn’t sure if she was making fun of her or if she was genuinely curious.

“Yes!” Ava answered, too sure of herself. Beatrice rolled her eyes at the answer, but couldn’t hide the small smile making its way to her lips.

Ava felt a spark of hope grow in her chest at the reaction, and decided to give her the best puppy eyes she could muster.

God.

At that moment, Beatrice genuinely felt like she couldn’t say no. For some reason, this complete stranger that seemed to put all her faith in her, hoping that Beatrice was just as insane as she was and would aid her in her stupid lie, was actually managing to convince her.

Beatrice took her time to study the girl, who seemed just a couple of years younger than her and knew nothing about. Just by their first interaction, she could tell the girl was like an open book, all of her emotions easy to label just by taking a look into her eyes. She didn’t seem like a real threat and, if she truly wanted to kidnap or harm her children in any way, Beatrice didn’t think she would be to borrow them like they were a cup of flour.

“Fine.” Beatrice stated, and Ava let out a relieved yelp, jumping around to celebrate her small victory.

It could be good to get to know her neighbors anyways.

“Really?” Ava asked, buzzing with energy.

“Yes, but with one condition.” Ava became serious all of a sudden, ready to obey whatever this woman said as long as it would spare her the embarrassment of being caught in a lie. “You have come to our apartment, and I get to stay.” Beatrice stated firmly.

“What?” Ava frowned, slightly confused. “What’s the point of babysitting if their mom is here?”

“I can just stay in Oli’s room.” Beatrice answered, getting a puzzled look from Ava. “The baby.” She clarified, regretting her decision already.

“Ok, yeah. Sounds fair.“ Ava nodded, and for the first time since she got there, she caught a glimpse of Beatrice’s apartment.

Unlike hers, it was spotless, furnished with simple furniture in white and grayish tones. Beatrice gestured for her to come in, allowing Ava a full few of the apartment. Despite most of it being grey and white, the place felt warm and homey, with the evening sunlight shining through the windows and a couple of scattered, colorful toys in the fluffy grey rug of the living room.

“When is your ex coming?”

“Shit.” Ava muttered, as she checked the time on her phone.

“Language.” Beatrice scolded, and Ava had to bite her tongue to keep herself from giggling.

“Sorry. He said they’ll be here in 20 minutes.” She answered sheepishly.

“That’s not a lot of time.” For some reason, Beatrice seemed to be worried about her, even if she clearly disapproved of the entire plan. “You should hurry and get my kid to like you if you want this to work.” Ava was momentarily shocked at how invested Beatrice sounded, but didn’t hesitate to follow her to the kitchen.

“Willow.” Beatrice called as they entered, and Ava was met by wide brown eyes staring at her with a mix of surprise and curiosity.

The little girl stood up, her pigtails swaying from side to side as she ran to meet them at the door, her bangs slightly disheveled. Her hair was a lot darker than Beatrice’s and her skin paler, but otherwise they looked quite alike.

“This is Ava, our neighbor.” Beatrice introduced, and Willow extended a hand for her to shake, just like her mother. Ava shook it gently, giving the girl a smile as she introduced herself.

“I’m Willow!” She replied with excitement that Ava didn’t hesitate to mirror.

“It’s such a pretty name! What were you doing there, Willow?” Ava said pointing at the kitchen table, and after some hesitation the girl dragged her by the hand she was still holding to show her.

“I was coloring the animal book auntie Cam got me.” She sat back down, and Ava stood next to her, appreciating Willow’s attempt at staying within the lines.

“Willow, “ Beatrice voice echoed from behind the pair, making them both turn around with wide, attentive eyes. “Would you like Ava to play with you for a little while?” The young girl furrowed her eyebrows, trying to push her bangs aside.

“Why?” She asked innocently. Beatrice knelt down in front of her daughter, fixing her messy bangs for her.

“Well, since Ava lives next door, I thought it would be nice if you get to know her, don’t you think?” Willow nodded, because everything her mom said made sense; most of the time. Beatrice gave her a smile and gestured for Ava to sit on the chair next to Willow, while she sat in the one across from them.

Though the little girl was quite shy and closed off at first, taking hesitant glances up to her mom after she spoke, it didn’t take long for her to warm up to Ava. She always thought it was a lot easier to talk to children rather than adults, and really enjoyed taking part on their own little world.

“You’re doing it wrong!” Willow giggled as Ava colored outside of the drawing instead of inside, which was absolutely on purpose, and not because she got distracted by her small talk with Willow.

Ava felt her phone buzz, and typed a quick reply to JC before making gestures to Beatrice that she needed to go.

“Willow,” Beatrice spoke, gentle as ever but still commanding all of the little girl’s attention. “Would you like to help Ava with a game?” Willows eyes went wide at the mention of a game, going from her mother to Ava as she nodded excitedly.

“What is it?”

“Ava is playing pretend with a couple of friends, and they’re coming to see her.” The girls mouth formed an ‘o’ that Ava couldn’t help but mirror. “She’s pretending to be taking care of you while I’m gone.”

“But… you’re here.” Willow frowned, her eyes going from Ava to Beatrice in search of an answer.

“That’s why we are pretending I’m not here.” Beatrice explained patiently.

“So you’re in the game too?” Beatrice nodded, and Willow copied her, seeming to understand. “What does the winner get?” She asked, a confident smile on her face.

“Do you like waffles?” Ava asked, and if she noticed the angry look Beatrice shot her, she chose to ignore it. Willow let out a happy yelp, standing from her chair and jumping up and down.

“Willow,” Beatrice called, and the girl jumped all the way to her. “Remember, to win the game, you have to stay with Ava and her friends, and pretend I’m not here, capisce?”

“Capisce.” The little girl replied, making a motion of taking off a hat.

Before Ava could comment on their vocabulary they heard the door bell ring, and Ava felt her heart shoot up to her throat. Beatrice just gave her a reassuring nod before disappearing into the small hallway.

“Let the games begin.” Ava said to Willow solemnly after hearing the door of the room click.

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The game lasted a little over 20 minutes, seeing that JC had made a dinner reservation for them and was really just stopping by.

It was nice to see him, Ava admitted, even if it was awkward at first, the conversation managed to flow nicely just like before they dated. She even managed to make small talk with his new girlfriend, who was really sweet and allowed their conversation to go uninterrupted by engaging with Willow and her Lego tower.

As soon as the door behind them closed, Ava let out a sigh of relief, realizing it wasn’t as bad as she’d thought. It was nice, actually, and it gave her a weird sense of closure to see JC after so long and meet as friends.

“I win!” Willow chanted, jumping through the living room as Beatrice came out of the room, holding Olivia in her arms.

Ava gave Willow a triumphant high five and a bright grin to Beatrice, who seemed both surprised and relieved that it’d actually worked.

“You didn’t have to bribe her you know?” Beatrice whispered, seeing the little girl run to the kitchen in anticipation of her prize.

“I kinda did.” Ava giggled, cooing at the baby in Beatrice’s arms. “I had to bribe you too.” She added with a wink.

Beatrice rolled her eyes, walking ahead of Ava to hide the light blush creeping up her cheeks.

“You don’t have to do anything, by the way.” Beatrice said, after putting Olivia down on her chair. She opened the fridge to take out the ingredients for the waffles, while Willow searched for the largest pot she could find to make the mix. “You just… owe me one?” Beatrice said tentatively, feeling her heart warm at the sight of Ava’s bright smile.

So, Beatrice found herself spending the rest of the evening with this stranger, Ava, and her old waffle maker, far more entertained than she’ll ever admit.

Though she scolded Ava more than she ever did her own child —for not measuring the ingredients, for mixing the batter so energetically it got everywhere, including Beatrice’s shirt, among other things— she couldn’t help but smile all the same, seeing Willow laugh carelessly and enjoy her tower of waffles covered in syrup.

After Olivia had eaten all of the broccoli mush that wasn’t on her clothes, and Willow had long forgotten her waffles and devoted herself to watching her favorite show in the living room, Ava took it as her cue to leave.

Beatrice couldn’t hide her surprise when she came back from putting Olivia to bed, and found the kitchen as spotless as it had been.

“What? It was as only fair I cleaned up my own mess.” Ava said with a teasing smile.

“Thank you.” Beatrice said with the widest smile Ava had seen from her.

It was easy to smile around Ava, Beatrice noticed.

“Thank you.” Ava said, taking a step forward. “You really saved me from a lot of…”

“Explaining? Questions? Embarrassment?” Beatrice offered, and Ava gave her a shy nod, but her smile never seemed to leave her. Not like Beatrice wanted to.

“Yeah… thanks.” Ava said as she walked out the kitchen, waffle maker held firmly between her hands.

“Willow, say bye to Ava.” Beatrice called once they reached the door and, despite how entranced the little girl seemed by the colorful cartoons in front of her, she ran up to Ava and almost tackled her with a hug. Gently, Ava wrapped her arms around the little girl who mumbled something unintelligible.

“Can Ava come back to play?” Willow asked Beatrice after separating herself from Ava, her tiny hand still clutching Ava’s shirt.

“You should ask her, Lou.” Beatrice placed a gentle hand on the girls hair, staring down at her with so much love Ava felt her heart melt.

“Can you come back to play?” Willow asked her, lightly pulling Ava’s shirt.

“Of course!” Ava promised, shooting an anxious look at Beatrice to confirm she was actually ok with that that. “I’ll see you around, ok?” She said, messing up the little girl’s hair with endearment.

“Bye!” Willow waved, and Ava mirror her, but aimed her wave at the girl’s mother instead.

“Bye, Ava.” Beatrice said, offering her a final, polite smile before closing the door.

Ava let out a sigh, her chest filled with warmth and contempt and hope of seeing Beatrice, and her kids, again.

#part 1 of 2 #probably #I would post it on ao3 but #idk what happens after part 2 please enlighten me #part 2 soon I swear #Beatrice needs Ava’s help this time #please if you read this far lmk if there’s anything you want to see #PLEEK #this was an old idea for another fic #I swear the queen quest au is #somewhere #avatrice #warrior nun #wlw #writing #ficlet #ava silva #sister beatrice #avatrice au

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stergeon · 16 days

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say it

Byleth makes Edelgard say swear words.

(~350 words; too stupid to post on ao3)

“‘Shit.’”

“Grotesque.”

“Give it a try.”

“… Shit.”

“Very good. ‘Ass.’”

“That one is easier. I’ve said it before.”

“Then why don’t you say it now?”

“I… er…”

“If it’s so easy, then do it.”

“… Ass.”

“Excellent.”

“Don’t mock me.”

“How about this one? ‘Cunt.’”

“Wh—I actually, um, don’t know what that means.”

“You don’t know ‘cunt’?”

“I don’t know what to tell you, Byleth, it’s simply not in my lexicon.”

“It means va—”

“All right, I understand. The gesture was absolutely unnecessary. I’m astounded at how many words there seem to be for the same thing.”

“If you think that’s bad, you won’t believe how many there are for pe—”

“Well, this has been a fun exercise and hopefully a source of great amusement to you, but I think I’m finished.”

“Wait, wait.”

“No.”

“One more, one more.”

“Mm, no. I don’t think so.”

“Please?”

“… You know it’s not fair of you to give me those eyes.”

“Is that a yes?”

“All right. All right. One more.”

“Yesssss. ‘Fuck.’”

“Byleth!”

“What?! You said one more, and that’s the one to say.”

“I’m—I am not—”

“Please?”

“You can’t pull the same maneuver twice in a minute and expect to succeed. That’s poor strategy.”

“Is it working?”

“… Regrettably, it is.”

“Then it seems like a good strategy to me. Just say it. ‘Fuck.’ It’s easy.”

“It most certainly is not!”

“Try it. Say ‘fuck.’��

“… Fuck.”

“Oh, that’s rich. That’s very good.”

“Are you quite satisfied?”

“Nearly. Now use it in a sentence.”

“Byleth.”

“I’ll give you one. It’ll be easy.”

“I did not—and do not—agree to this!”

“Just repeat after me.”

“No!”

“Say, ‘Byleth, I want you to fuck me.’”

“… Oh.”

“Go on, El. You can do it.”

“… Byleth, I…”

“Keep going.”

“Byleth, I-I want you to… f-fuck me.”

“Good girl. Wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“Less than I—ah—thought it would be.”

“Mm. Well, you’ve certainly earned a reward, haven’t you?”

“Yes, my teacher. Fuck…”

“Aren’t you a fast learner? I’m impressed.”

“If you don’t shut up and kiss me right now, I’m going to start swearing in earnest.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Your Majesty.”

#fe3h #fire emblem #edeleth #edelgard von hresvelg #byleth eisner #ficlet #sterge.rtf #sick of having this knock around in my drafts so now it is loose in the wild #but it’s so dumb that i really don’t want to bother posting it on ao3 #if i got an email alert for this i’d be disappointed #besides i’m trying to pretend i’m hard at work on the vickyvesties right now #it’s not crack it’s just goofy #theoretically this takes place during the honeymoon phase of chapter 5 of shared space #since edelgard knows her swears by the time of muscle memory/shared space chapter 9 #edelgard’s combination teacher/praise thing is truly unfortunate but what can you do. sometimes a girl is a gotdam mess #it’s not weird unless you make it weird. but she makes it weird.#i think sometimes (like here) she drops a ‘my teacher’ accidentally and byleth politely pretends not to notice #because if she Did call attention to it edelgard would be mortified and that would be the end of whatever fun things they’re doing #frankly no one deserves to say fuck more than edelgard #but with that giant stick up her ass she’d have a hard time getting around to it without some goading #i also hc that dropping honorifics is generally a Huge Turnoff for edelgard due to power dynamic shenanigans #their relationship is Complicated Enough in canon before i fucked it up more in shared space lol #so byleth is really asking for trouble here #but i also reckon ‘my teacher’ is a vibekiller for byleth so if anything they’re just riling each other up now #godspeed girls. hope you shut up long enough to get some

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blushinggray · 1 year

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change of plans | master list

fuckboy!sero hanta x fem!reader

summary: Sero Hanta is a fuckboi if you've ever seen one. A smooth talker, tireless confidence, an amazing kisser... But you know he's going to become a much bigger headache than he's worth if you play into his little game. Problem is, he is way too good at luring you right back in.

total wc: 79k

NSFW 🔞 / tags / cw: university!au, no quirks, playboy!sero, slow burn, excessive flirting, fluff, slight angst, denial of feelings, pining, miscommunication, recreational drinking, recreational drug use (marijiuana), reader knows french, sero knows spanish, past relationships, meddlesome friends, smut, porn with (a lot of) feelings

you can also read on AO3

and special thanks again to leo @4xesp for helping me with the spanish in this fic and mia @pageantdisaster for helping with the french. i appreciate it so very much 🥹🙏

table of contents

🔞 — contains nsfw content

part 1 — birdfeeder

part 2 — aphrodisiac

part 3 — spider-man 🔞ish

part 4 — allons-y

part 5 — consequences 🔞

part 6 — sympathique 🔞

part 7 — reason

part 8 — mistletoe

part 9 — chance

part 10 — honest 🔞

part 11 — surprise 🔞

part 12 — querida [final]

#sero x reader #sero hanta x reader #sero hanta #bnha x reader #ya figured it was finally time for a master list for this giant series #also the art/banner is mine don't mind the wonky coloring i swear it was supposed to resemble some sort of 'style' lol #I’ve really enjoyed writing it and seeing people’s love for sero 🥺🙏#tysm esp if you’ve been leaving replies/reblogs/comments they bring me so much joy 🥹🌹#ngl tho it is a lot of work to post on both tumblr and ao3 so I don’t think I’ll be doing this for long fics again lmao #this was a special case tho since I started it here and didn’t expect it to get so much longer #but thank you again so much if you’ve been enjoying it 🌹🙏#mine #self promo

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remyfire · 6 months

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🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

#as of this moment there are a grand total of 4 strictly sidbeej fics posted on ao3 y'all are KILLING me #i will fill up that tag one fic at a time even if only rosie is out there reading it i swear to god #sidney freedman #bj hunnicutt #sidbeej #m*a*s*h #mashposting #mashblogging #dear sigmund #s5e8

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khaotunq · 5 days

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"i don't know this fandom but i read this because i like your writing"

i am ON tHE FloOR.

#honestly. i'm going to swear eternal fealty to you.#+ i got comments telling me i'm funny so i'm also swearing myself to them forever #i am occasionally utterly baffled that people still find my tw fics #which is fine and i'm glad people enjoy them but i do not recommend them #(that sounds flippant. i'm genuinely very happy people still find joy in them)#but this in particular. someone coming over from my tw fic to the moonlight chicken one #absolutely floored me. i am unable to quite express the depths of my floored-ness #yes it's taken me like 14 hours to peel myself off me3 to go reply to fic comments #because i've opened ao3 properly for the first time in forever i'm considering posting gaipas pov of that same fic #but i also don't know if anyone will read it #but i also also don't know that i post things for any other reason than. i wanna.#i've had it written for ages i've just been swithering for 84 years #anyway.#so it is decreed

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everlarksxstars · 9 months

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Just Jen and Josh on the The Hunger Games set :)

#the hunger games #everlark #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #josh hutcherson #jennifer lawrence #thg pics #i swear im alive #i just have nothing to post rn and omg ao3 was down for the longest time ever

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jinxofthecipher · 4 months

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Carve My Name Into Your Skin Update~

And yet another Chapter is out! Slowly but surely getting there. Hope you all like it ❤️

Chapter Summary: Thorfinn, Bjorn, and developing tension all in one room.

#vinland saga #askeladd #thorfinn #bjorn #askefinn #bjornfinn #askebjorn #askefinnbjorn #ao3 #archive of our own #fanfiction #fanfic link #my writing #chapter update #good lord. I swear. Everytime I post an update I have to remove and reapply the ship names over and over again #because they don't show up under the ship names on Tumblr for some reason. it's very very annoying #Like I would get it if it happened rarely. But it's every time without fail.#don't get it. I've never had this issue with any other fandom #so weird. but egh at least I was able to get them all eventually. I just would rather not deal with the headache Every. Single. Time.

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lilflowerpot · 2 years

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Hi! I’ve been dying to know, how would Keith react/cope with Lotor dying in a similar fashion as in the show (quintessence poisoning after a battle with Voltron) if he was in love/falling in love with him? Also, how would the paladins respond to heartbroken Keith? I need my angst. Btw, thank u so much for continuing to write Little Blade, I love it so much!!!

I’m going to go with: horribly.

As we saw with Shiro’s disappearance in canon, Keith......doesn’t deal well with loss. In part, because he has so few people he cares for to begin with, but more so because I imagine that his history of losing those closest to him—his mother so shortly after he was born, his father (likely his only known living relative) when he was perhaps nine, and Shiro twice over with both Kerberos and the s02 finale⁠—has ABSOLUTELY left him with some severe abandonment issues,,, not to mention he spent more than half his life in the foster system, seemingly without forming a single significant bond until Shiro.

So if Lotor were to die like,,,, that, Keith’s first thought would be to blame himself; could he have turned Lotor away from that path before he was too far gone? Could he have saved him from such a fate, even after that point? Let us not forget that even in canon—even when they’d barely interacted—it’s Keith who in that final battle says “Let’s grab Lotor and get out of here.” with the only member of team voltron more insistent than him being Allura (with whom Lotor was literally romantically involved). So if Keith himself had spent time with Lotor, grown fond of him, fallen in love with him... at best, I think he’d never forgive himself.

At worst, I don’t think he would have left the quintessence field at all.

#not to bring up yet //another// of the keitor month fics I never finished #but my day 29 (battle/aftermath) plot was heavily inspired by an absolutely s t u n n i n g illustration of Lotor merged with Sincline #by @mionart and in my art tag if you're curious #and when I asked they were kind enough to grant me permission to write about it (!!!) only for me to never actually follow through rip #but i'm GOING TO i swear #it was............. really angsty actually bc Sincline was to Lotor was post-rift Zarkon was to original-Zarkon #so like.. both him and not? meaning Lotor both did and didn't die?#also Keith sent the rest of team voltron out of the rift without him and bc of ~time shenanigans~ everyone thinks he & lotor died years ago #it was also very upsetting #Ao3 Little Blade #sa screams back #keitor #keith kogane #prince lotor #other aus

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boggywitchin · 8 months

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Why is it that my best editing happens *after* I've already posted the story online?

#ao3 #merlin #bbc merlin #merthur #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #okay now you can read it #I swear I edit at least three times before posting #oh well its fixed now

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manofmanymons · 9 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Digimon Survive (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Shinonome Kaito & Shinonome Miu, Shinonome Miu & Syakomon (Survive), Shinonome Kaito & Dracmon (Survive) Characters: Shinonome Kaito, Shinonome Miu, Shakomon | Syakomon (Digimon Survive), Dracumon | Dracmon (Digimon Survive) Additional Tags: Fluff and Humor, Reminiscing, Surprise Party, happy survive anni, you may think I'm late but I in fact meant to post this today, Sibling Bonding Summary:

Syakomon asks Kaito to help her throw a surprise party for Miu. Miu asks Kaito to help her throw a surprise party for Syakomon. Kaito, of course, is great with secrets and subtleties.

#so i wrote a survive anni fic #for my suriviversary not the real one #i'm posting it late here but i swear i posted it on time on ao3 #literally 11:59 my timezone #woulda done it sooner but i knocked out for like 6 hours after class lmao #anywa #digimon survive #kaito shinonome #miu shinonome #aren't you sooooooo surprised that they're the ones I would choose to write about

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mourntheantagonist · 10 months

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why is it that my fic is always 100% perfect without any error whatsoever when I post it but then suddenly 6 months down the line when I’m rereading it there are typos so bad that I’m surprised any reader was able to grasp the meaning of anything I was saying.

#i swear ao3 is playing pranks on me #just reread a fic I posted back in october #found I wrote ‘thief’ instead of ‘thirst’ and the line made NO SENSE #it’s times like these when I know for certain I’m dyslexic

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padfootastic · 2 years

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i’m on a mission to completely overrun the prongsfoot tag on tumblr (which is currently a fucking wasteland of mistagged posts that anger me every single time i go there) with actual j/s content. that’s why i’m all up in my feels lately.

#prongsfoot #if i see one more wolfstar or jegulus or jily post tagged prongsfoot with zero sense of self awareness #the amount of times i’ve to restrain myself from telling that person to. tag. properly. is too damn high #and j/s on ao3 is ridiculous too. it’s only the extensive search system that makes it slightly better #bc so many fucking people will tag prongsfoot for wolfstar #there’s two types of people there. the first is who tag *everything* for exposure + visibility #but the second - much more annoying - is the one who genuinely thinks they’re tagging properly? when they’re not?#it’s the most fuckall thing ever #(and what i mean by no self awareness)#i’ve never seen any other ship treated this badly i swear #pen’s whining

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wqnwoos · 7 months

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#at some point this week i am GOING to post my old taehyung fic (the 1) on ao3 i swear it #i have said this before but i mean it this time. pinky promise. it’s for the approximate six people that follow me from my old blog.#that shit is my magnum opus or whatever #hana’s babbles

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kalpasio · 2 years

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Sengo Soulmate

Kalpas

A Kalpas x reader Soulmate AU, chapter 6, the final chapter below!

As much as you needed to mourn the pain in your heart, the destructive force of Honkai was not known for its compassion. Within a day, you had been given another assignment, and within three, you found yourself on a dropship. Through the entire mission, you were a bit distracted.

On the way there, you were distracted by thoughts of Kalpas. Even though you knew the only difference in your tattoo was visible, your mind kept telling you otherwise. There was a lack of weight on your arm that you had never noticed before. Not even a weight so much as a pressure. Now that it was gone, you felt exposed, as though you had a lost a layer of protection.

Given the blank look you had the entire way there, your teammates were hesitant to let you into the field. Once you got into the motion of fighting, however, adrenaline cleared any lingering thoughts, and you appreciated the distraction. It was a chance for you to let go of all the emotion you had pent up without putting a hole in the wall. Statistically, it was your best mission yet. When you got back to the ship, there were pats on your back, and you even found yourself smiling for a few minutes. Slowly, the conversation died down, however, and you were left again with thoughts of Kalpas.

If you two were still talking, would you have come back to base and told him how it went? Would he congratulate you? Probably not, but the thought made you give a bittersweet laugh. Would he tell you about some crazy adventure he went on where he did twice what you had done in your whole career in one week? Maybe, you decided, if he was in the mood.

Eventually you figured he would say nothing. You’d be talking at him, as usual, but…at least you’d get to see him. To sit by him and share stories, and maybe catch a glimpse at the sliver of his face that wasn’t covered by his mask. Feel his flames grow dangerously close if someone tried to sit at your table; or hear him rumble deep in his chest to show he was still listening.

Back in your room, you ended up crying again. You had gotten home late that night and slept in the next morning. If Hua hadn’t come into your room, you probably would have skipped lunch and hidden away all day. She calmly walked in as if she owned the place—even though she had never visited before. Then she pulled the covers completely off the bed and started tugging you out. Both of you knew she could easily carry you all the way to the dining hall, but that wasn’t her goal.

Allowing you to continue being a lump, just in a different location, would not help you at all. Her aim was to get you up and wanting to eat again. It wouldn’t happen overnight, she knew that, but she was on base, and she was going to help you while she could. Kalpas would be out for a while, and it would be best if you could heal while he was away.

It took a bit of coddling, and at one point you had to duck into an empty lab to cry a bit more, but Hua held your hand the whole way—literally at some points. Within an hour of her impromptu visit, you were in the canteen eating lunch with her and making small talk. It was mostly Hua speaking, which you were thankful for, her calming voice helped both to distract and ground you.

After lunch, she offered to train with you, but you declined. It was nice seeing her and knowing she was concerned for you, but you were drained, and your bed sounded way too appealing to turn down.

One quick nap later, you wrote up the report for your most recent mission, thew away some of the stray tissues by your bed and managed to make cup noodles before you had a brief cry. With that out of your system, and seemingly replaced with exhaustion, you fell asleep for the night.

It took time, but between the high number of deployments and low amount of energy you had, the tears slowly dwindled. Looking at your arm was still a huge source of every type of emotion, however. Pain at what was essentially the loss of your soulmate, anger at how Kalpas had treated you, longing for the relationship you didn’t and might never have, and a sort of bitterness at the universe for putting you in this mess.

Several weeks had gone by since you last saw Kalpas—your schedules not lining up—not that you were complaining. Where you had previously wrapped your mark to hide it from others, you now wrapped it to hide it from yourself. Unfortunately, there was a meeting being held that required all Flame Chasers attend. Meaning Kalpas would be back on base.

When Eden told you, you originally thought she was suggesting you take the opportunity to approach Kalpas again. She was quick to clarify and say she was only trying to warn you, so you could avoid him if you wanted. No matter what you decided to do, she would be supportive; even going so far as to ask if you wanted her to keep him away from you.

Lying a little, you said you didn’t want to trouble her. In truth, you didn’t think it would matter. Kalpas had made it clear how he felt about you. If he didn’t want to see you, that was his problem, you weren’t going to alter your schedule for him. He was pretty straight forward too, if you told him to fuck off, you were sure he would.

Nothing ever seems to go how you expect.

The first day Kalpas was back on base, he found you before he even checked in. Suddenly being pulled down a rarely-used side hall would startle anyone, so your reaction of punching your attacker was completely understandable. Though punching a brick wall probably hurt you more than the wall. Turning to land a hit, you saw that it was Kalpas holding your arm. For a fraction of a second, there was a flash of recognition on your face, and then rage.

There was absolutely time for you to hold your punch, but instead, you took that opportunity to change your target. You knew hitting him anywhere wouldn’t hurt him at all, but it sure as hell would make you feel better. So, rather than punching his mask—which seemed a bit more painful—you punched him in the ribs. All that got you was a chuckle, but Kalpas did allow you to have your arm back.

Wrenching your arm back to your side, you spun around and left without a second glance. Surprisingly, he didn’t follow you, and you were able to go about your day as usual, for the most part. At least until lunch.

The table you sat at now was easily overlooked, and you ate quickly so the chance of anyone recognizing you was lower. You weren’t completely isolated, your teammates would join you occasionally, though that left you feeling like a third wheel. Most lunches, if you were eating in the canteen, were spent alone doing work, or just letting your mind rest after a long day.

Despite all your planning, Kalpas found you on his first glance around the room. Almost as if you two had a sort of bond or something, you scoffed at yourself and looked away as he sat down across from you. Normally, you were the one to start conversations between you two. Since it was clear you wanted to be anywhere else, there were a few strained seconds before Kalpas spoke.

“Why are you sitting here?” it was a question you were expected to answer, but it was phrased as if the answer was obvious.

“Why do you go to lunch when you never eat?” You were trying to put him but, you did want to know why he just sat in the canteen. Kalpas refused to take his mask off, so he couldn’t actually eat. Most days he just sat there brooding with an untouched plate of food in front of him; the days he wasn’t doing that, he was brooding without the plate of food. Before, you recognized that asking about the mask might be a touchy subject, so you never brough it up. Now, you hoped it would piss him off so you could leave.

“I sit with you,” he spoke as if it were obvious.

“You hated my guts when I tried to sit with you. You still hate my guts!” you laughed as if in disbelief. “If you want nothing to do with me, like you said, then you’re going to get nothing.” All the hatred you’d been holding must have reached a breaking point. Starting a fight with Kalpas—or even just yelling at him—was never, under any circumstances, a good idea. Yet, here you are, practically spitting in his face.

Deciding it would be best if you left before something worse came out of your mouth, you pushed off from the table, and exited the canteen in a rush. Partly to burn off steam, and partly to hopefully lose Kalpas if he decided to follow and kill you.

He did follow you, but there was no killing.

You quickly realized he was trailing you, and suddenly having had enough, you turned around and shoved at his chest until he buckled into one of the empty training rooms. “What! What do you want?!” you waited for the doors to close behind you, but you doubted they hid how angry you were. Kalpas scoffing at you did not help.

“You spent all that time trying to talk to me and now you’re telling me to get lost?”

“Get lost, piss off, kick rocks, I don’t care! If you don’t want me as a soulmate, I don’t want to be around you! I will never be able to see you as anything else, and I will always resent you for never letting us have the relationship we could have. Just let me go be miserable on my own. Don’t get my hopes up that something more might happen.”

What had started as a passionate and aggressive speech had dwindled until you were speaking in a soft tone and had your arms pulled up around you. Kalpas didn’t look at you while he spoke, instead, he held up his arm and observed it while flexing his hand. Distantly you realized it was his right arm, the same arm that held your tattoo.

“The mark I had,” he started slowly, his voice so deep you felt it before your brain processed the words. “It’s been gone for years. I don’t need it.” A sharp stab of pain went through your heart as your thoughts ran wild without your permission.

He doesn’t need his mark. He doesn’t need his soulmate. He doesn’t need me—

“I can still feel the bond I have with my soulmate,” Kalpas continued, not noticing your distress. “Some stupid tattoo doesn’t determine the relationship I have with them.” He finally looked over to you, “go find your soulmate. Quit trying to be mine. I already have one.” Rather than angry, he sounded more irritated, like he was telling a child not to run in the road for the millionth time. Unfortunately for him, you were just as irritated.

“I know you have a soulmate, you jackass. It’s me!”

“No.”

“Will you just-!” In one motion, you pulled up your sleeve, you lunged forward and grabbed his hand. Almost instantly, your mark bloomed and the familiar outline of a mask, along with the weight you felt before returned. Kalpas just stared at you, but despite your growing nervousness, you remained steady and held on to his hand. “I’ve been trying to tell you—”

You didn’t even see it happen, everything moved so fast. You heard Kalpas’ mask clatter to the floor and felt his lips against your own as your eyes slid closed. He completely surrounded you, both physically with his arms and mentally with his overwhelming presence. Once again, your relationship changed in a way you weren’t expecting, but there was no way in hell you would have it any other way. The kiss was urgent and filled with so much more emotion than you ever could have expected.

Maybe Elysia was right about Kalpas being passionate, you thought in a haze as you both pulled apart for air. Your head was still up in the clouds, but Kalpas pulled you down when he pulled your arm away and turned it over so you both could see the mark. Again, it was rapidly growing.

Though still incomplete, the outline of a mask had become as detailed as the one laying on the ground now, including scratches and dents from battles. The lines you couldn’t recognize before formed the distinct shape of the pistols you fought with. The pistols were crossed under the mask and the pieces blended together perfectly.

There was no color, and some areas were empty and clearly not finished, but it was obvious your relationship had made a large jump, and just as obvious who your soulmate was. Kalpas hadn’t picked his mask up off the floor, so you took those few seconds to admire him.

With how often you heard him chuckle or give the most threating laugh you’d ever heard, it wasn’t surprising to see him grinning at you now. The scars that covered his face almost looked like freckles in places and you silently dreamed of the day he trusted you enough to let you kiss all of them.

Kalpas pulled you into another fierce kiss before you could stare for too long. You nearly missed the way his hand found your soulmate mark and started rubbing over it almost soothingly. It was one of the most touching gestures he had ever shown you and it sent your heart fluttering—more than it already was—and made you smile into the kiss.

Your free hand wound its way into his hair to finally touch the singed edges you had spent every lunch together staring at. Despite the hair being clearly burnt, it was surprisingly soft in the places it wasn’t damaged. Those places may be few and far between, but you could happily spend all day with your hands in his hair.

Kosma ended up finding you both a few minutes later. Out of the three people in the room, you seemed to be the only one embarrassed by the situation. Kalpas refused to turn around and show his face, so he was just looking down at you while Kosma spoke to his back. When the other Flame Chaser left, Kalpas laughed at the blush covering your face, but he let you keep holding onto his arm while he settled his mask back onto his face with his other hand.

You placed a quick kiss to the mask, and then sent him off to the meeting, both of you holding secret smiles for the rest of the day. Looking down at the mark on your arm that had caused you so much trouble, you ran a hand over it admiring the art. That stupid tattoo had been a pain in the ass for most of your life, but if it brought you Kalpas, you’d take it any day of the week.

Thank yoooooouuuuuu for reading my super tired Kalpas nonsense! Hopefully I'm getting better (and more ooc) over time. Anyway, I am sleepeeeyyy and probably gonna edit this even more tomorrow, but it's up! And I hope you enjoyed it! You gotta stop liking my stuff while I'm in the middle of posting it, please I am going to start crying. I feel so honored, thank you <3

#thank fuck this is the last time I have to type that title #I swear this title is going to haunt me but I will not change it #five years from now it'll put me in tears #thank you for reading!#kalpas x reader #honkai x reader #azaryawrites #tamalethebear #cross posted on ao3

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