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babyhatesreality · 1 year

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Hi, I wonder what her daddy’s would do if she did something „bad“ but also something to worry about?

Like eating a lot more Christmas cookies then she was allowed to and now ofc her stomach hurts. Would she be in time out or how would they handle it? ☺️

Merry Christmas to you!!! 🎄

And a Merry Christmas SUPER late right back to you, Nonnie!! So I think I've established that I'm very slow at responding to asks (and this is my first night off since Christmas YIKES), and for that I apologize and thank you all for your patience. I know you asked for Christmas cookies here but since we're so far past Christmas, I'm using iced sugar cookies. But you can totally pretend they're trees and snowflakes and reindeer if it makes you happy! <3

Also, if you’ve submitted an ask for a story, I will get to it, I promise! Thank you in advance for your patience <3

How the Cookie Crumbles

Pairing: Daddy!Stucky x little f!reader

Warnings: DDLG (SSC), f! reader, reader is named but name scarcely used, reader is bratty due to an extreme sugar high, scolding, upset tummy (nothing else along those lines, I promise), scared reader, angry Steve, runny nose and blowing it, gentle discipline, fluffity fluff fluff fluff.

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This was pretty close to exactly what Heaven was like. It had to be.

You inhaled deeply. A fresh batch of sugar cookies had just come out of the oven, and you hopped down off your little kitchen step stool and leaned towards the still-hot tray in Steve's hand, lured in by the siren's call of its intoxicating smell.

There was a big Avengers Family get together/potluck tomorrow, and you three had been assigned desserts. Once you heard that, you badgered your daddies incessantly to make cookies for everyone, because in your mind there was literally no better dessert in the whole entire world. They had given in, but had not anticipated the lengths that your cookie craving would take you to...or how much you would live up to your nickname.

"Trouble," Bucky warned for the 32nd time in the last hour as you took a step towards the stove. You instantly stood up straight, looking at him with your widest and most innocent Bambi eyes.

"What?" you asked adorably, tilting your head. Bucky's eyes just narrowed at you. "I was just SMELLING 'em, Daddy!" He rolled his eyes.

"Quit trying to get close to the pan," he scolded, ignoring your excuse. "You're gonna get burned."

"No, I'm not!"

"Katie," Steve said this time, in HIS warning voice, turning to face you as he set the pan down on the stovetop to cool. "We've been having lots of fun decorating these cookies. Please don't start being naughty and make us stop."

"Not bein' naughty."

"Arguing and talking back to Daddy and me is being very naughty, and you know it."

Unable to refute that, you huffed and crossed your arms, pouting with all your might. Bucky raised an eyebrow at you as he stepped in closer. "Guess this means it's time to stop decorating," he said evenly, reaching for you. You instantly dropped the pout and your arms.

"No, no! I sorry, I be good!" you pleaded. "Please can we decorate more please?"

"You gonna stop being naughty and do as you're told?"

"Yes, yes! I sorry Daddy! I be good."

"Okay, then. We can do some more. But-"

"YAAAAAAAAAAY!!!"

"BUT-" Bucky said loudly, over your cheering. "You be on your best behavior, got it, Trouble?"

"Got it, Daddy!"

"Alright. Get your cute little butt back up here."

All attitude forgotten, you hopped back onto your stool gleefully. Steve turned to Bucky, smirking at his husband. “You believe me now that she’s had too many cookies?” he asked as he crossed his arms, grinning.

Bucky rolled his eyes playfully, but before he could answer, you chimed in. “NEVER!!” you shrieked dramatically, ruining your theatricality with a giggle. “Never too much cookies!” You jumped off the stool again, and started racing around the kitchen island. Steve tilted his head with his favorite I told you so look as Bucky heaved a world-weary sigh.

“Okay, yeah, you might be on to something,” Bucky conceded grumpily, his eyes never leaving you as you continued your sugar-crazed laps. You’d only had 2 cookies....and the 2 that he didn’t let Steve see you sneak. That he was very much starting to regret now. Along with all the tastes of the decorations. Oh geez. “We gonna finish these or are you gonna keep practicing for the Indy 500, munchkin?” he called out loudly to you. He chuckled as you screeched to a halt and climbed back up on your stool. You reached out a finger to dip in the delicious soft pink icing you’d been using to frost the cookies, but Steve’s hand stopped you.

“No, no more taste testing, angel,” he said firmly but gently. “You’ve had enough sugar for today. And possibly tomorrow. And the next month.”

“But I gotta test it, Papa! It could be poisoned.”

“It hasn’t been poisoned since the last time you tested it. Or the other 3 times before that, either.”

“You can never be too sure,” you replied back solemnly. Steve just brought your fingers to his smiling lips, giving them a quick kiss before leaning in so you were practically nose to nose.

“No more sugar tonight, Katie,” he said in his no-nonsense voice. It was your turn to sigh heavily and dramatically.

“Yes, Papa,” you conceded in a hang-dog tone, before letting your eyes slide over to Daddy, and going full Bambi on him. Bucky pretended he didn’t see as he picked up another cookie and started smearing icing on it. You gave up, and turned your attention back to the rainbow sprinkle decorations, and once you were sufficiently distracted, Steve and Bucky silently made eye contact as well as a game plan to get you down off your sugar high before bedtime.

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An hour later, you were wrapped in your rainbow blanket on your daddies’ bed, sprawled out over both Steve and Bucky, watching Tangled. Your head was upside down on Bucky’s right thigh, watching the movie intently, while your right foot was propped up on Steve’s shoulder. Usually, there was something about that movie that could put you right to sleep- a trick they often employed when you were fussy at nap time- but you had so much sugar in your system that you were wide awake, and flopping around every few minutes in whatever weird position struck your fancy to get comfortable again.

In truth, you were thinking about all those delicious cookies, so pretty with the sprinkles and icing and chocolate chips and colored sugar....”Gotta go potty,” you suddenly declared, rolling over Bucky and off the edge of the bed. Bucky caught you with his lighting quick reflexes before you hit the floor. He chuckled as he set you upright.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, Trouble,” he teased as he let you go. You giggled and raced away to the bathroom down the hall instead of theirs, hollering that you’d be right back. You didn’t really need to go, but you had a plan...

You tiptoed into the kitchen, quietly climbed onto your stool still next to the kitchen island...and there they were. A whole big plate of frosted heaven just begging for you to eat them.

Well, what else were you supposed to do?

After the 3rd cookie, your face was covered in frosting and your stomach was starting to hurt. You bit your lips against the whimper that wanted to escape. Your tummy was really gurgly, but you couldn’t tell Papa or Daddy. If you got caught, you were going to be in so much trouble. There was only one thing left to do.

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Steve and Bucky had just finished the scene where Flynn and Rapunzel escaped out of the cave. Bucky chuckled, thinking how much you loved to reenact it when you were swimming at Tony’s. It suddenly dawned on him you’d been gone longer than you should have been. He looked over at his husband. “She should have been back by now,” he said nonchalantly. After exchanging a quick look, they both bound out of bed. Bucky headed straight for the bathroom, but Steve headed for the kitchen. Once he saw the crumbs and the gap on the cookie plate, his suspicion was confirmed. He put his hands on his hips, angry.

“Kaitlyn!” he bellowed. When he didn’t hear you respond, his eyes started scanning the area for any indication of where you might have gone. He took a deep breath, trying to tame the anger he felt at your disobedience. Finally, his super soldier hearing caught the tiniest rustling sound from your bedroom. He stormed his way over. He stopped in the doorway, his eyes scanning the room when he didn’t immediately see you. You weren’t in the pile of blankets at the foot of your bed, nor under your bed, you weren’t in the mountain of stuffies in the corner...then his eyes landed on the closet. It was open just a crack.

Steve got to the door and yanked it open, and sure enough, there you were. Huddled on the ground in the fetal position, pinching your eyes shut tight. Because if you didn’t see him, he wasn’t there, right? But you could still hear his weighty exhale.

“Young lady, get out here right now,” Steve ordered. You just whimpered and curled in tighter on yourself. Instantly, he realized something was wrong. “Hey,” he said in a much softer and gentler voice, kneeling down. “What’s going on, sweetheart?”

The sudden calmness and change in demeanor did you in. You tearfully peeked one eye open. “Cookie Monster, Papa,” you whispered.

Papa’s eyebrows raised. “What do you mean, ‘cookie monster’, honey?” he asked carefully, unsure of what you meant.

“Cookie Monster in my tummy,” you mumbled, squeezing your eyes shut in both shame and pain as your stomach rumbled again.

“Oh boy,” Papa said, and you could hear a lightness that wasn’t there before in his tone. “You ate too many cookies, and now you have a cookie monster in your tummy?” You nodded pathetically.

“I sowwy,” you whispered, keeping your eyes shut to block out the disappointment you just knew was on his face. Instead, you felt his strong arms scoop you up and lift you, then transport you to your bed. He laid down beside you on the bed, putting you on your back. You tried to turn away so you wouldn’t have to face him.

“Nuh-uh, none of that,” Papa said softly, turning you back. He started rubbing your tummy gently, and when you tried to push his hand away, he carefully moved your hands so they wouldn’t interfere. “This will help, angel,” he said. You just kept your eyes shut tight and tried not to cry. You felt one hand move to your forehead and linger there, as if he was checking your temperature to make sure it was just a stomach ache and nothing more. Once he was satisfied, you felt him relax as he pressed a kiss to your forehead and resumed rubbing your stomach.

You peeked one eye open again when you heard Bucky at the door frame. It only took him a second to realize what had happened. You squeezed your eye shut again as he pinched his lips in irritation of your naughtiness, but you missed the concern that came immediately after it. “Buck, can you please go get her some Alka Seltzer?” Papa asked calmly, and you heard Daddy turn to go.

“Now, baby,” Papa began in his light tone. “What did we say about no more sugar tonight?”

“N-not to,” you managed to get out, trying to wriggle away again as the scolding started. Steve’s hands gently pinned you down again.

“Stop,” he said calmly, but with a firmness that you knew better than to argue with. Once you stopped wiggling around, he put one arm underneath you to cradle you, and used the other hand to resume rubbing...and the talking to continued. “That’s right. We said not to have any more sugar tonight. Now do you understand why we said no more?” You nodded and wiped your runny nose with the back of your hand. You felt a tissue pressed up against your nose. “Blow, please,” Papa said. You did as he asked, and he gently wiped. “I want to hear your words, baby.”

“Yes, Papa, I understand,” you said miserably. You carefully opened your eyes to see his crystal blue ones staring down at you kindly.

“Good girl.”

“Are you really mad at me?”

“I’m not happy that you chose to disobey,” he said evenly, but softly. “But you’re definitely learning the consequences of your actions, aren’t you?”

You moaned and turned your face into his chest. “Yeah,” you whined quietly. “Best behavior,” you mumbled again, shamefaced. “Won’t do it again, I mean it, Papa.”

“That’s right, baby, best behaviors will keep you from getting a cookie monster, or getting hurt, or lost. This is why you need to listen and obey when we tell you to do something. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Papa. I sowwy.”

“That’s my girl,” he said, squeezing you gently. “You’re forgiven.” Just then, Daddy returned with the glass of the bubbly water. You wrinkled your nose and glared at the medicine. They made you take Alka Seltzer before when you’d had a rumbly tummy, and even though it helped you still didn’t like the bubbles that tasted salty to you.

Daddy shook his head as he sat down at your feet. “None of that, Trouble,” he chided gently, but with a smile. “You brought this on yourself. Drink up.” He grinned as you wrinkled your nose just once more, before sitting up and taking the glass. You swallowed the fizzy water as quickly as you could before flopping back against Papa’s arm with a theatrical groan. “At least all those cookies didn’t hurt your flair for the dramatic,” he teased. He leaned in and took the glass from your hand, silently exchanging a look with Papa, before turning his eyes back to you.

“Alright, Trouble, here’s what we’re gonna do,” Daddy said. “You know when you disobey, you get a timeout, right?”

“Yeah,” you replied miserably. You really didn’t want to sit in the corner, but there was no doubt you’d earned it.

“Well, we’re not going to do that tonight since you obviously are learning your lesson and don’t really need the time to think about what you’ve done. You’re gonna come back to our bed and sleep with us tonight, so we can keep an eye on your tummy.”

“On the Cookie Monster?”

“The...what?” Daddy asked, looking up at Papa for clarification. Steve gave him a look that said just go with it. “Okay, on the...cookie monster,” Daddy continued. “But no more cookies for the rest of the week. And that includes dinner with everyone tomorrow. If you’ve been good and don’t try to steal any more cookies, we’ll talk about having them again next week. Understood?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl. Alright then. Wanna go finish Tangled?”

Too exhausted by the stomach ache and the sugar crash to do much more, you nodded into Papa’s chest, your thumb heading straight for your mouth. Papa quickly replaced it with a paci as Daddy pulled out a soft blue nightdress and scooped up Jellybean. They took you back to their room, and by the time they’d changed you into your pajamas and cuddled you back in between them, you were sound asleep to the soft music of the beautiful floating lights.

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interative-tekst-blog · 1 year

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Hii I'm the one who ask for the fluffy stuff with Akashi and Aomine ! Sorry I wasn't clear enough, my bad (and thanks for your oh-so adorable answer).They're separated, like each of them has his girlfriend ! No poly. Hope it's okay for ya

1st ask: Hi there! <3 So glad to discover a new knb blog haha. Can I have some fluffy time with Aomine & Akashi with their gf ? Like...dunno, take cares because their gf is exhausting because of school project... Ah it's up to you ! :D (sorry if my english isn't perfect i'm not native haha)

A/N: Hello! (´｡• ω •｡`) Thanks for clearing that up, I apologize for the long and unannounced hiatus on this blog (///￣￣///) I hope you like it! There is a general prologue and then it branches out into their separate ways. The parts for Aomine and Akashi will be separated and indicated (I hope that makes sense...). There is no warnings for this one! Just a lot of fluff! And academic suffering I guess.... This felt very real to write actually (ﾒ﹏ﾒ) Aomine's is also a bit flirty because that's what felt most right for him, I hope you don't mind! Enjoy! ~Admin JS

The day dragged on like flies on caramel, the syrupy smothness nauseating and entrapping, leaving you feeling in the emenency of drowning in the slow and sweet density of hours that refused to pass. If not for the pressing matters at hand, you would have given up on trying to work straight through this neverending day long ago, but with the deadline of this project fast approaching and your role in the group being scripting the entirety of the presentation, you decided to seclude yourself in the library in hopes of finishing off the base on which everyone will work out their own parts.

Your group of peers were as involved in the planning of the project as rats are involved in the admnistration of a professional kitchen — which is to say they intented to take all of the marbles and none of the responsability. You tried to resent them, but there was already enough on your plate to chisel away your forbearance for you to knowingly create a matter out of this. To put it simply, you rather just be done with it.

You felt the steady beating of your heart in your temples, rhythmic like the drumms that made thousands march into war, a collective percussion of thunder and lighting that, for a split second, even made your vision lose focus. You'd definetly be needing something for that headache later.

You use your tired hands to rub your face, trying to wipe away the exhaustion brought on by overworking yourself beyond the typical studying hours; ambition and sacrifice always walk hand-in-hand and you, aspiring and young student, seems somehow forever stuck in the liminal space between the two. You get your phone to check the time and catch a glimpse of your reflection on the sleek glass screen; your last year, and all of which that came with it, was visibly taking it's toll on you.

Checking the time, you knew the library would close soon. Only a few — those who were desperate in long and strenuous study sessions and the reckless, like yourself, who worked with little to no regard for their personal well being and health — remained in scattered tables full of their personal choices of research medias. You tried an experimental stretch and decided, as soon as you heard the painful cry for help coming from your spine in form of a loud and obnoxious "crack", that it was time to call it a day and give some rest to the tissues that held your existence together. It wasn't like the topics of your research were still making sense anyway; you'd get nowhere with this considering your current state of fatigue.

You had slowly started gathering your things, packing in no rush at all and even stopping at some point to just contemplate your aliveness and feel your own breathing, when you heard a familiar voice coming from behind you:

"I had a feeling I'd find you here."

Akashi Seijūrō

You turn in your chair and are greeted by Akashi's cordial smile, polished and sweet and elegant and everything that brings immediate peace to your mind. "Ah, Akashi-san!" you exclame no louder than a whisper, your expression surprised and joyful like a child's. You keep the cordiality out of habit, muscle memory from the majority of the time when your relationship must be kept out of prying eyes, despite the fact you are mostly alone on this part of the library.

The rumors circling the Akashi family heir are already too much without any real fuel to them, and the redhead prefered to retain at least this part of his life a private matter. To you, it was just as good. Remaing under the radar and avoiding all that came with being a known face in a school like Rakuzan was an awfuly difficult asset to obtain.

"You've forgotten, haven't you?" he asks, pulling the chair besides yours to sit down. There is no real bite to his words regardless of the contents of his phrase. You scour the corners of your drained mind to try and remmember if you had any plans programmed with him for today. When you do recall, you cover your mouth with yours hands, completely stunned.

"I'm so sorry, Akashi-san. Really. Time got away from me. I just wanted to get as most as possible done today and ended up forgetting we were meeting up..." you set your expression into a apologetic one, regretful of the choice you made when you decided to keep on going after-hours. You simply did not remmember your plans to meet up and go home together. "I've held you up so long as well..." you make an exasperated noise, lowering your head on your arms on the table "Ahhhh, I'm so sorry!"

"That's alright. You were imersed on your work. That's very respectable, _______. Besides, I was also finishing some pendencies from the council, so you haven't held me up at all." he touches your back and awaits expectantly for you to look up at him. When you do look up, kepping your face still half concealed by your arms, you notice how his smile is warm and affectionate as he moves his hand up to you hair to pet it, amusement so obvious in his expression that his eyes are almost closed. You feel your cheeks heating up at that, flushed by the carefree display of affection in a place so public. "I just wanted to know if our plans are still standing."

You have heard how some of the students on the corridors sometimes refer to him as Prince, or even as Emperor, and although most of the time those aliases seem to you just immature and vain and too constricting to define Akashi's personality, there are times when you can't help but think you've gotten yourself a prince charming straight out of a fairy tale.

One of thoses moments is when he's playing. In court, he's as capable and mighty and commanding as the most remarkable of the emperors of times long past and, even with the sudden change you felt in him on his first year after the Winter Cup's loss, his imposing excellence remained as a second skin to him. It was mesmerizing, watching him play, you pictured him as sublime as a force of nature — equal parts wonderful and frightening in a way that made it impossible to look away.

Another one of thoses times was when you see him smiling at you like that, with the set of his shoulders spelling nobility and poise, his eyes glinting with something candid and honeyed and when his actions suggested all of the devotion he felt for you. You love him, dearly, and you find reprieve in the fact that the feeling is mutual. You raise your head, moving your chair closer to his.

"O-of course!" you stutter "That's it... If you still want to..." you speak slowly, as if testing the waters; a pointless disquiet tainting your voice. You hear his hushed laughter and there's sparks flying in your heart and butterflies in your stomach as if his laugh is the sound angles make when they sing in devoted content. He finds you endearing, and it becomes obvious by the way he relaxes into a more youthful posture and behavior when by your side. You love seeing him in the council meetings, and training in court, with his posture firm and impressiv; but nothing brings you more joy than watching him slip into the adolescent boy he is when there is no invisible expectation to fullfill and drive him to perfection.

"Of course I want to." he answers, lowering his elbow to the table and using it to prop his head on his hand, finding a better position to look at you from. "I know we were just going home, but I think we deserve a treat after this much work. What do you say? Are you hungry?"

Your first instinct stil is to let your humbleness win you over, even after so much time with him. You know he doesn't mind taking you in fun — and, most times, expensive — outings; in fact, he has told you more than once how he loves to spoil you rotten. Even so, you bite your lip in reticence and inhibition before answering in the way of propriety that you family raised you to:

"Wouldn't it be a problem for you? I don't want to be a bother." you ask. He sighs, almost unaudibly, and holds on of your hands in his.

"Certainly not. You could never be a bother to me, ______." he is final in his response; you are sure you can the sound os a gavel ringing distantly. After this, his face softens with love and hope "What do you feel like eating?" he presses you for an answer just with the look on his eyes that, besides being gentle and patient, is also demanding. You smile shyly, feeling your body's response to the prospect of food. And good food, considering the places Akashi has taken you before. You hope he can't hear the growl coming from your stomach.

"How about some guioza?" you propose.

"Sounds great. I know just the place." he smiles, standing up and offering his hand to you. After you have also stood up, he takes you backpack with him; you try to stop him, but he's having none of that. "Come on, I believe the driver is already waiting for us by the gate." you walk with him, watching with fondness as he passes by the librarian and greets her. She seems almost as warmhearted as you. You try to take back you belongings, only for him to switch the arm he is using to carry it with until he frustrates all of your tries.

He holds the door open for you to pass in a real gentleman manner, smiling as you timidly cross the open passage. After you gone through, he goes after you, calling your name. That gives you a pause, turning on your heel to stare at him expectanly.

"When we are alone, it would please me greatly if you called me just Seijūrō."

You let your jubilance seep through your face in the form of a juvenile smile, finding unmatched gratification in noticing that he mirrors your expression; there he is, your Seijūrō. The version of himself he shows only to you. His words are like an echo of a conversation from long ago, when he first requested you this. Your heart skips a beat just like that first time.

"It would make me very happy to do that as well, Seijūrō."

You let him take your hand as you walk to the car, happy and warm and full of young love.

Aomine Daiki

You felt the soft warmth of hands on your tensed and weary shoulders and stretched your neck to look up at the source of that dark and sweet voice, rolling like molasses off Aomine's tongue and reminding you that the reason for every sugar rush you ever had since you met him was this saccharine tone.

You made a small murmured sound of greeting and composed your face into a more recptive expression, letting your youthful joy transpire into your features and allowing your lips to form a spent smile that revealed not only the whites of your teeth to the blue-haired boy but also your contentment with his presence.

"Oh, hm... Hi, Daiki. I was just finishing up." You whisper to him while you try to rub away the fatigue off of your eyes when his airy laugh fills the silence sorrounding both of you as he sits down on the chair opposite of yours, not even trying to keep his tone down. This granted some stares from tables closer to yours, but you dind't noticed; the gravity of his presence was so jarring that you could do nothing besides let yourself be pulled to orbit around him.

"They really didn't come to help you out at all, did they?" he shakes his head, clicking his tongue on his front teeth, incredulous when you purse your lips and shrug, responding with a neagative "hm-hm". "You should just take their names out of the project and not tell anyone. Your doing all the work anyway, so is only fair." He muses, unimpressed, like it's only logical.

"That's cruel, even for you." you laugh, gathering the rest of your belongings and packing everything up nicely enough. "You know I can't do that. Besides, I much prefer it this way. I can do everything how I so please and they don't get to question it. They only get to say 'Thank you, _______, you'd saved us so much time' and at least try not screw up the presentation. Y'know?" Aomine gives you an impressed whistle and rests his elbows on the table between you.

"That's bossy." he reaches in your direction and tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his warm and calloused hand soft against the skin of your cheek, staring into your eyes like he just found one of the wonders of the world shining in them, showing you the most handsome, most desarming, most youthful and playful smile he has in store. "I love it."

You can feel your blush creeping up your face in the direction of you ears, like fire burning up a hill. Your heart if so full of delight in that moment, being the sole object to that gaze. Aomine stares at you like you are the most precious rarity he has ever had the honor to look upon and the verity that blooms in the bright of his dark blue eyes never fails to make you feel exactly like treasure. You're caught so off guard you don't now how to respond, but that is not a problem considering that Aomine continues talking to you.

"You know, I was alredy planning on taking you out to eat or something today, but I guess I'll have to take you to that new place you been nagging me about. You deserve it after all of this.work" your eyes roll at that, but you had, in fact, been talking a lot about that new ramen place that opened just down the school street. However, his intonation surprises you, the choice of placement for the emphasis seemingly strange, and your confusion must be clear in the furrow of your brow because he explains: "Since you seem so tired and all... I think your not well enough to walk all the way there."

You open you mouth to protest, yet more confused than you were before, your frown even deeper. When Aomine stands, faster than what should be possible for someone as tall and broad as him, comprehennsion starts to dawn on you like the first lights of the day. Your slow and tired brain cannot bring you to react fast enough and, when you finally realize, he is alredy scooping you up into his arms along with all of your belongings.

"Daiki!" you protest, trying your best to keep your school skirt in place while on his firm hold and also trying to stop you backpack and folders from falling to the gound. You pass by the librarian in record speed right as she notices the ruckus your sappy boyfriend is causing in this place of knowledge. Most of the other worn-out students don't even have time to react to him as you pass them, you don't even notice how some girls stare in envious amazement. You turn to stare at Aomine's face and scold him but lose the courage as soon as you notice his expression, shinning eyes and big childish smile composing his features into something you cheerish more than anything else in this world.

It's insanely captivating, this bright expression of his, — which is something you have alredy said to him, albeit his desbelief in it — and before you even realize your expression starts mirroing his. You feel silly, and happy and warm and the long day of work seems like a speck of a faraway memory by the time he has ran with you out of the school library.

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wangxianficfinder · 1 year

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FOUND! Survival - Part Six by Jinko (G, 5k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, JYL Lives) is the fic in the "Survival" series by Jinko. The described scene is in fic "Survival - Part Six"

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2. Hi! Thanks for existing 🖤 I'm looking for a fic I read a while back, I don't remember the specifics except that it was a LZ-centric fic, in which LZ comes to terms with his queerness and more generally who he is after meeting WY. This is going to be extremely specific but at some point LZ slowly begins to experiment with fashion, buying white, flowy designer pieces and trying on glitter eyeliner. I think NHS might be a designer too but I'm not sure... I really really hope someone sees what fic I'm talking about because this fic helped me so much. Thanks 🖤🖤🖤🖤

FOUND! For a Good Time, Call by ScarlettStorm (E, 170k, WangXian, Modern AU, Getting Together, Pining, Porn, like in the writing and also as a plot point, onlyfans au, repressed lwj, sex worker wwx, in this house we support sex work, Minor Angst, major shenanigans, hornt™, way too many details about onlyfans probably, mental health, therapy is good actually, Nonbinary NHS)

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3. hi! i was wondering if you know the ao3 fic where wei wuxian is a ghost at ends up at xie lian’s shrine? and he’s stuck there at first with no memory but then decides to stay?

FOUND? Slumbering Soul by animewriter (M, 26k, wangxian, JC/NHS, SL/XXC, JYL/JZX, LXC/NMJ, reincarnation, ABO, dark LWJ, sick WWX, non-con drug use, comatose, coma, dark JGY, sleeping beauty elements, WIP)

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4. Hiii, please can you help me find a fic. All i remember from it is that lwj was supportive of or atleast close to wwx someway and the jin were trying to get him to spy on wwx or turn against him. They were confident that the righteous hwj will not stand with the evil ylz and ofcourse they were dead wrong. Thats all i can recall...thank youuu.

FOUND? 💖 love, in fire and blood by cicer (E, 360k, wangxian, immortal WWX, slow burn, pining, arranged marriages)

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5. Hello! I am looking for a fic where Lwj is a prince of a kingdom and WWX is his companion who runs away right before lwj’s palace is raided. Lwj has to go on to the run and is forced to marry from one of the powerful sects for protection, and ends up marrying a grown WWX who is a leader of his sect in the BM and has a few adopted kids, a-yuan included. WWX has LWJ call him A-Xian to cover his identity but even in the first few chapters, Lwj was seeing similarities between his companion A-Ying and his new husband A-Xian. Any help would be appreciated, I’ve been going nuts trying to find this fic!

FOUND? pitiful destiny, point your finger at me by sassybluee (E, 66k, WangXian, Royalty, Yílíng Wèi Sect, Arranged Marriage, Pining while fucking, Childhood Friends to Lovers, Secret Identity, Under-negotiated Kink, Donghua YLLZ, CQL LWJ, Top/Bottom Versatile | Switch WangXian, Identity Porn, Porn With Plot, Resentacles, YL WWX, Additional Warnings In Author’s Note)

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6. Helloooooo, guys! I think this has been answered before. WWX wears LWJ's robes (during Cloud Recesses study era) as a prank and LWJ becomes like. really horny

FOUND? Fate Misnamed by incendir (T, 11k, WIP, WangXian)

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7. Hi I'm looking for a fic - lwj calls wwx a liar and blames him for moving a vase? and wxx apologizes even though he didn't do it. @lunetteaurillane

FOUND? under my skin by wqngji (M, 3k, WangXian, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Misunderstandings, Established Relationship, Fights, Crying, Married Couple, Insecure WWX, Self-Worth Issues, Hurt WWX, Sex in a Car, Car Sex, Day At The Beach)

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8. hi! first off, thank you so much for all work you do! And for the next fic finder can you help me find a wangxian fic, where mxy (wwx in mxy's body) is given to lwj as a "gift" from the emperor and he was trained ala concubine style. Cant remember too mucb else, except wwx acts very delicate bc of the training and lwj only finds out it is wwx at a later point in the fic. Thank you! @yuri-shibuya

FOUND! 梅花/plum blossoms by bunnxianluvsu (MooseFeels), MooseFeels (E, 20k, WangYu, WangXian, courtesan, power, Diplomacy, Pining, Grief/Mourning, Gender, just like the gender, this fic has Some Gender In It, Canon-Typical Discussion of Death, Canonical metion/discussion/depiction of suicide, Oral Sex, Cock Warming, Dressing, Service Top)

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9. Hi! For the next fic finder, I'm looking for one where LWJ is a trans man and Lan yuan is wangxian's biological kid - basically they get together as high schoolers but LQR walks in on them having sex and gets angry and tells YZY, who straight up kicks WWX out. Later LWJ finds out he's pregnant but no one can find WWX so he's raising LSZ with LQR and LXC. Years later WWX is a famous musician or something like that, and when he comes back there he finds out about LSZ and they get back together. Thanks in advance!! @ilovechaats

FOUND! my heart to your beat by larkspur_9 (T, 16k, WangXian, Modern AU, Single Parent LWJ, Celebrity WWX, Trans Male Character, Trans LWJ, Fluff and Angst, (but mostly fluff), Kid Fic, WWX and LWJ are A-Yuan's biological parents)

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10. Hello! Can you help me find this fic— lan qiren's soul was swap to wwx's. Something like lqr woke up he's already in the burial mound then wwx woke up in the cloud recesses. lqr found out about the dafan wens. its kinda fix-it, i think their souls was swap because of the incense burner(?) and i dont know if this is the same story or not, there's also a scene lqr questioned everyone in the burial mounds about the camp and to be sure that they're not cultivators, something like that. thank you very much! (ur blog is very helpful, thanks for ur effort) xoxo @httpskaixx

FOUND! Lan Qiren's Worst Day by bluesloth (G, 13k, LWJ & WWX, LQR & WWX, bodyswap, fix-it of sorts, humor, everyone lives au)

NOT FOUND! Judge Softly by Chrononautical (E, 32k, wangxian, LSZ & WWX, LQR & WWX, accidental voyeurism, non-consensual mind reading, oblivious WWX, bamf WWX, genius WWX, post-canon Fix-it, angst w happy ending, LQR tries) lqr and wwx swap consciousness while wwx is off being a rogue cultivator and lqr hears wwx's memories, nightmares, and thoughts about himself.

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11. Hi :) Thank you so much for everything you do, idk what I’d do without this blog! For the next fix finder I was wondering if anyone knew of a short fic where Lan Zhan asks Wei Ying to spend the holidays with him and his brother but when Lan Xichen meets him he mistakenly thinks that WY is using his brother and warns him off so he cancels and spends the holiday alone. LX realises his mistake when he see the Christmas gift WY made for his brother (it was a lamp with stars cut out).

FOUND? 💙 Twitter threadfic by @/hyacinthsu, also in AO3

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12. Hello there!! Uh, I'm looking for this one fic where there's this glowy orb? appears in LQR's classroom and you can ask it questions about the future (it'll show visions as a response). It's set during the cloud recess lectures. If you could find it please, I would appreciate it very much! Thank you for this blog (i find that it is what i needed in my life) and for reading this, if you took the time out of your day to read it! Seriously, I can't thank you enough! Have a wonderful day (or night)!

FOUND? Yearning for Miles by Murahi (M, 378k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Angst, Fluff, Slow burn, Mutual Pining, seeing the future) WWX finds the orb in his room and has visions with JC and NHS

FOUND? WangXianPrompt - So this is what the future looks like by Amaterasu_Susanno (Not Rated, 14k, WangXian, XuanLi, Getting Together, Seeing the future, Teaching, Love Confessions, Strange array (which is entierly Wei Ying's doing), Prompt Fic, Fix-It of Sorts, Fix-It, Implied Fix-It) It's an array that appears in LQR's classroom and answers questions about the future

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13. im this close to giving up😩 do you happen to know a fic where WY and LZ are in an enemies-with-benefits sort of relationship but WY gets disowned by the jiangs and ends up in a really tight situation where he’s working 24/7 and looks super tired whenever he and LZ meet up. but LZ doesnt know whats going on, only knows that WY get thinner and thinner with every meeting so he tries to feed WY. at one point LZ calls whatever they have between them off and WY’s just like, “oh, okay. i knew this would happen its fine.” and LZ regrets blablabla

do you happen to know a fic like this🥺🥺💌

FOUND? Honesty is the Best Policy (Except if You’re an Asshole) by piecrust (E, 22k, WangXian, College AU, Porn with feelings, Angst)

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14. Looking for a fic where Lan Wangji loses his leg after the burning of Cloud Recesses and Wei Wuxian makes him a prosthetic.

not FOUND Twitter threadfic by @/the_last_d_boy sounds like a twt thread i wrote actually! it's coming to ao3 next year

unfortunately it's not that one though I really loved reading yours also 😍 the other one is from canon era if I remember correctly

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15. Lost a fic where Lan Wangji is a god, I think, and he takes on a challenge of sorts and ends up in Yiling stuck in a bunny form. He meets Wei Wuxian as a kid on the street, and I think Jiang Yanli and Jin Zixuan were there at some point, too.

FOUND? Wei Ying Picked Up A Bun-Ji by minfie (RevolvedAroundJeon), RevolvedAroundJeon (T, 1k, WangXian, Mythology, Chinese Mythology & Folklore, Bunny LWJ, Strangers to Lovers, Gods)

FOUND? Twitter threadfic by @/yumichanhamano

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16. Hi! I hope everyone is doing ok!! I'm here asking for your help to find a fic, please. I remember it waa time travel, JC got back and found kid!WWC in Yiling, and somehow left him at BM. Then WQ, who also got back (JC doesn't know that yet) takes him to her parents, and I think he grows up as a Wen. They both visit him through the years, and I think even LWJ shows up at some point. JC sees himself die, because he fell from the boat after the attack to LP. Do you know it? Thanks, happy holidays!

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17. Hi I'm looking for a fic where lan zhan fakes having hanahaki disease. He grows oleander flowers inside jingshi and stuffs the flowers inside his throat to throw up when he's distressed. He throws up flowers in a discussion conference i think.

Later Lan Xichen finds out he's growing the flowers himself and is faking the illness when he visits jingshi. But he goes with wangji's faking because he doesn't want his sect to lose face.

Wei ying is arranged to marry wangji not knowing his hanahaki isn't real.

I swear i read this fic not too long ago but can't remember the title to save my life. Help me please

FOUND! the sweet scent of their tragedy by HeavenlySkyfarer (E, 23k, wangxian, major character death, angst, politics, depression, hanahaki disease, language of flowers, love confessions, manipulation, marriage, mental health issues, pining, post-sunshot, rumors, unhealthy coping mechanisms, self-harm, pining, bittersweet, morally grey LWJ)

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18. I have a question? I know you have a post about finding fics and I have been searching in my spare time for one specific one since it's on my mind again. Can not find it! I know it's a canon divergence after the first siege on the burial mounds. Wwx is forced mute and captured as a prisoner either with the Jins or Nies. The one true scene that I remember is Wwx keeping quiet about not having a golden core and everyone thinking hes still a cultivator so he should be fine with no eating or drinking. This basically almost kills him and forces Jiang Cheng to take him to lotus Pier where hes locked up with no one for company. Also the narrative is heavy Jin Ling! Thank you in advance! Will keep looking when I can! 💙❤💙❤💙❤ @skylar-lei1634

FOUND? ❤️ whipstitch by curiositykilled (M, 131k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Dysfunctional Family, Torture, WWX Lives, but basically no one else, Case Fic, Cultivation Sect Politics, Past Abuse, WWX Whump, YL WWX, JL Needs a Hug, JL Tries, Yunmeng Bro Reconciliation, Past Character Death, Body Horror, Non-Consensual Body Modification, POV Alternating, Flashbacks, Eventual Happy Ending, Heavy Angst, Suicide Attempt, PTSD, Depression, Not A Fix-It, Mouth Sewn Shut) but it's locked to the archive so the requester will need an account to read it

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19. Sorry for the trouble, but I once read a fic with background WangXian and main pairing: Jiang Cheng/Nie Huaisang. It was a humorous / crack-ish royalty AU wherein the Yunmeng trio were separated in the aftermath of the Lotus Pier invasion. Crown Prince Jiang Cheng finds himself in the Unclean Realm, where Second Prince Nie Huaisang has a vested interest in a boy he met years ago. He joins his family again with forces from the Unclean Realm to find that Wei Wuxian’s either engaged or married to Lan Wangji because he stole his forehead ribbon years ago in a tournament. Cue the canon-typical brotherly exasperation. It’s kingdom retaking, and there were crocodiles. I can’t remember the title, which is frustrating. I want to say it was “Jiang Cheng’s (or Jiang Wanyin’s) Guide to [something],” but I’m not sure.

FOUND! Your heart is the home I return to by jayjem_jam (M, 40k, WIP, ChengSang, Royalty, Undercurrent of violence, Serious AND comedic, Political Intrigue, Mistaken Identity, Magical Realism, badly hidden identity) The summary of this fic sounds promising for 19, but I haven’t read it so can’t be sure.

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20. Hello! I’m looking for a fic that I think was a time travel fic but Wei Wuxian didn’t physically travel back. There was something about the yin iron shards iirc but I definitely remember WWx saying he got visions of some sorts to explain whatever happened when he arrived. I think it was a wip.

Unfortunately it's not the thing with feathers, the fic starts during cloud recesses arc, I think

not FOUND ❤️ the thing with feathers by RoseThorne (G, 43k, wangxian, Transmigration, Time Travel Fix-It, Illnesses, Family, Scars, Memory Loss, Angst, Fear, Recovery, Sharing a Bed, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Good Parent YZY, Referenced Sexual Slavery, Blood and Gore, Sexual Tension, Arranged Marriage, Grief, Adoption, POV Third Person, POV Alternating, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Good Parent LQR, Clairvoyance, Butterfly Effect) the last one sounds like it might be the thing with feathers defo not exact but Wei yings future knowledge is described as visions

FOUND? Yearning for Miles by Murahi (M, 378k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Angst, Fluff, Slow burn, Mutual Pining, seeing the future)

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#wangxian #mdzs #wangxianficfinder #wangxian fic search #wangxian fic recs #the untamed #long post #fic finder #wangxian fic finder

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sunshinestrand · 1 year

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wip wednesday

tagged by @rmd-writes thank you so much, lovely!! <3

this is a new one that I've been thinking about (because why focus on the ones we have when we can start another askshfjk)

"Someone is renting the cursed apartment?" Paul asks as he slips through the door and into Carlos' apartment. He turns to glance out into the hallway and closes the door at an alarmingly slow pace.

Carlos rolls his eyes at his antics. "Would you stop it? It's not cursed."

Paul finally latches the door and turns to glance at him, eyebrow raised. "Oh, sure, an apartment that has had over three tenants in the last year. Not cursed at all."

"People don't stick around," Carlos reasons, shrugging a shoulder. "It's not the apartment's fault."

"Sure, not at all." Paul says sarcastically, and he crosses the small space to sit on one of the bar stools at Carlos' Island. "So, have you met them?"

"His name is TK. He just moved here from New York." Carlos relays the information that he was told earlier that morning during his first meeting with TK. "That's all I know."

Paul nods along. "Well, hopefully, he's quieter than the last guy that was in there. How many noise complaints did that dude rack up by the time he left?"

Carlos would never forget that guy. He had lost so much sleep over the loud music he played while he partied the night away with his friends.

"Far too many to count at this point."

Paul chuckles, shaking his head, and he grabs one of the chips from the bowl Carlos had put out. There's a knock at the door, and Carlos lays the knife he's using onto the counter before he crosses to answer it.

TK stands on the other side, and Carlos has to try to keep his composure once again at the sight of him. He also has to withhold slamming the door in TK's face so he can panic for a few seconds before calmly opening it again.

"I'm so sorry to bother you," TK says, and the fact that it's a sincere apology baffles Carlos. He thinks that TK could never be a bother. "Did you happen to know somewhere good to eat? I tried searching it, but all the reviews are hit or miss. So, I thought maybe getting a local opinion would be better."

Every thought escapes Carlos at that very moment. Every place he's ever eaten in all of Austin disappears, and he forgets everything.

"I — uh — you —" Carlos stutters, trying to figure out how to get words to come out of his mouth, but it doesn't work. Carlos laughs nervously, trying to calm himself down. TK just keeps a kind smile, even though he's probably thinking Carlos sounds and looks absolutely crazy. "What —"

"Oh, good lord." He hears Paul mumble as he appears next to him. "Hey, TK, right? I'm Paul, Carlos' best friend. Welcome to the building and to Austin."

TK's eyes move from Carlos to Paul, and Carlos has to literally blow out a breath. "It's nice to meet you, Paul, and thank you."

"Carlos here is having some friends over later, and we play Catan. Carlos makes some great food, probably some of the best in Austin. So, if you want to stop by later, then you are more than welcome to. It'll help you to get to know some people around here."

TK's smile grows, and his gaze finds Carlos again. The panic begins to rise again. Honestly, he had no idea what the hell was wrong with him. He's usually pretty cool under pressure, but TK is proving to make that difficult for him.

"Is that okay with you?" TK asks.

Carlos feels the jolt as Paul elbows him gently in the ribs, and he tries his best not to react. "Yes, it is. Definitely. I wouldn't mind at all. I — I am going to stop talking."

TK chuckles, his nose scrunching adorably, and the sound nearly turns Carlos to a puddle.

"Alright, deal. I'll see you guys later, thank you."

When Carlos finally shuts the door and lets out a deep breath, he turns to glare at Paul.

"Oh no, don't give me that look, I had to save you from yourself. You looked like you were going to spontaneously combust."

"I was doing just fine." Carlos argues as he picks back up his knife. Paul snorts and mumbles what Carlos knows is a sarcastic comment. But, his mind is far too occupied with the memory of TK's smile to make any attempt at a retort.

I'm getting to this a bit late so I'm not sure who has been tagged but I'll tag @reyescarlos @marjansmarwani and @welcometololaland and anyone else who would like to <3

#wip wednesday #paige writes #911 lone star

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sadiic · 3 months

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˖ ࣪ 𝜗𝜚 ⠀ rules and boundaries!

• requests & thirsts are open!

BEFORE you request / follow.

i write both sfw and nsfw, however i will not write dark content. also know that this is a sideblog, i cannot follow anyone back on this account :(

i’m not really picky with requests, but if the request is offensive then the request will be deleted! when not writing fanfics, i will type in all lowercase, but my fics won't be in lowercase.

i forgot what it was called, but if you send a request you have already sent to another creators, your request will be deleted! it's really disrespectful to me and the other writers, so don't send me copy and pasted requests!

i'm a very, very slow writer and will most likely go through a lot of writer's block, so please be patient with me. i will try to answer requests in detail and not with a small sentence, but if I that in the future then I apologize </3

my blog is dedicated to dom!reader. the readers i write will only be in a fem / afab gn perspective. i won’t write for a male reader. (amab reader is only allowed if the reader is transfem).

— do not interact. -17, self harm / ed / rpe blogs, homophobic, racist, transphobic, misogynistic.

REQUESTING rules.

LOOOVE to write. fem!reader, heavy angst, platonic, mother figure!reader, poly relationships ( reader focused ).

nsfw. dom!reader, feminization, ( will add later … lazy ahh.. )

tropes i like. bodyguard, mentor/apprentice, princess/knight, prince/servant, divorced husband/wife, MOTHER / FATHER FIGURE.

will not write. male reader, sub reader, dom character, fanfics of real people, incest, pedophilia, excessive bodily fluids ( piss, scat, period — puke is okay but only for sfw fics where the reader or character is sick! ), suicide, age play/regression, etc. ( ask )

fandoms i write for. ouran high school host club & star trek. might write for more fandoms in the future.

#* sadiic.#star trek #star trek x reader #ouran high school host club #ouran #ohshc #ohshc x reader #ouran x reader #ouran high school host club x reader #no male reader.#ever.

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phoenix-flamed · 10 months

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Okay pausing again for a moment, because I just got distracted with the Mighty Need to try my hand at a graphic idea??? (thank you @floscaedis for your accidental inspiration)

I am not going to lie, I am floundering with trying to keep up on this blog lol. I love all of you guys, and I love all of the roleplay potential with each of you, because let's be real -- every individual RPer having different headcanons, interpretations, and even nuances regarding the same character makes each interaction vastly different from another's. And I am so fucking here for that.

Unfortunately, I am a slow writer, and I'm prone to relying on bursts of inspiration to get creative things done, on top of the fact that I am embarrassingly scatterbrained and anxious. (It's the same with art, too, which is a shame because it makes it difficult to draw consistently, and thus I constantly fall out of practice. BUT ANYWAY.)

I owe a lot of replies to so many of you guys. I know I've apologized for this very same thing in the past, and many of you have assured me that it's fine -- you don't mind waiting. Which I am so endlessly grateful for, thank you guys. <3 But I do still want to apologize if I've given the impression through my delays that I'm disinterested, or that I have an unspoken problem with anything you've written for me.

I promise that's not the case, though I also understand how hard it can be to not get that idea when you've been waiting for a while. Every time you guys answer something I send to you, or send me an Ask, or reply to a thread or write me a starter, I am so fucking thrilled to read it.

I think I've rambled enough alsjkfddfjlk I hope this eases some minds, at least a tiny sliver.

#Out of the Flames #It's also worth noting that I am still learning this muse as well as I go along #So if you notice him being inconsistent between threads or posts I am so sorry

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elibean · 7 months

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Hi....If you don't mind, can I ask, what are your top 10 (or top 7) favorite media (can be books/ manga/ anime/movies/tv series)? Why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before......Thanks....

no need to apologize! this is a great question, thank you for asking! i think i'll go with anime just 'cause it's easiest (i have a MAL and rank every series i watch from 1-10). i originally had movies in here but i think i'm gonna cut them out and just keep it to series and ovas. and "why do you love them" is an AWESOME question I never get! i don't know if i'll be able to explain myself well, but I'll try!

fullmetal alchemist ('03). why? this was pretty much my gateway anime. it's been over 10 years I believe since I've last seen any of it, so it's entirely possible that my opinion has since changed. but i definitely have nostalgia goggles on for it, and i know it is actually good, too haha

2. natsume yuujinchou (specifically seasons 6, 5, 4, and 3). why? some seasons of natsume i have rated higher than others, apparently. natsume is a special show. due to the nature of how long it is, there is the drawback that sometimes it feels like it repeats itself and tells similar stories. but even then it is just such a good story of found family and finding love after a life of strife, and it's just. very good. (i do think it should end soon though before it feels like it's just recycling old stories)

3. made in abyss. why? season 1 still stands out to me above the movie and 2. it was such a special experience. the art, the animation, the background art, the music, it all comes together to create such a fascinating world. the weak point would definitely be its characters, but even then everything else comes together so well that it doesn't really matter. it has one of the best first episodes of any anime (when the sun came up over orth and the music cued in I knew I was hooked) and I also adore season 1's ending; if the show never got a continuation, it could have ended right there and I would have been content (not a lot of other anime can say the same about their endings!).

4. steins; gate. why? it's also been a very long time since i've seen this one, so possible my opinion has changed. still, I remember being super interested after the first episode, and the following 12 that people tend to critique as being "slow" or a "slog" never really felt that way for me. there was always something fun and interesting going on. i compare this one with link click a lot, just because people tend to go the magica route and i firmly believe steins;gate is the better time travel show (though lc isn't over yet so maybe an unfair comparison. still it'd take a LOT for lc to reach anywhere near the heights of steins;gate to me). when okabe goes back over and over to try and save mayuri, i just remember being absolutely floored. really good stuff.

5. vinald saga. why? it's just such a well constructed story. and the author's comments about not wanting a world with war is so interesting, given how violent the first season is. it's really interesting to watch thorfinn grow and change (and i never understood the hate that he was too violent or annoying or a brat? he's just a kid who's lost everything, cut him some slack jeez). i love the last shot of season 1, corny as it is-- all the memories reflected on the dropping knife was great. and askeladd was one of the best villains i've ever seen. he's not even ~morally grey~ or anything; he's pretty strongly in the wrong, but his thinking and motivations and everything are so interesting and compelling. i don't think it's perfect; there are flaws for sure (i wasn't the biggest fan of how in s2 canute just. decides to turn his ships back after a small conversation with thorfinn lol) but it is very good.

6. this boy cuaght a merman. why? ok this one objectively does not deserve a 10. it's a 30minute ova about a boy falling in love with a merman. that's it. it's not incredible or amazing or ground breaking. buuuuuut it's my favorite soubi yamamoto ova and i adore soubi yamamoto and so she's getting a place on this list. she is responsible for animating, storyboarding, backgrounds, directing, etc etc everything in here, it's incredible (and she was only like 25, or something when she did it. fucking bananas). i love her please go check out her works (besides crystallization)

7. noragami. why? ok again probably not objectively THAT good, but this is one of the first anime that got me to read the manga, and here I am some 10 years later (ok a little less than 10 years because I didn't start reading the manga the year it started publishing, I think). noragami's MANGA is incredible and amazing and wonderful. but I do believe (much against the popular opinion amongst noragami manga readers) that the anime is also amazing, and YES that includes season 1. the crew behind it really loved the manga I feel (at least the director did, and there's proof for that) and adapted it faithfully and well. noragami is a story of found family and of turning your life and fate around, and it's very good.

8. she and her cat: everything flows. why? this one is only 4 episodes, 8 minutes each. it tells a story of a 20-something (actually she's still in college iirc) who lives on her own with her cat, and is trying to be an adult. but it's told from the cat's perspective. it's so sweet; the cat comments on how she "grooms herself" (brushes her hair, puts on her interview clothes) and "looks pretty" and things and it is just so great. i love the line (not a direct quote) "she opens that heavy door again today and heads out. on the other side of that door is a somewhat unforgiving, somewhat cruel world. but she's doing her best to learn to love that world. and i love her for that." just....so good (also the show made me cry)

9. yuru camp. why? second iyashikei on this list! SOL/iyashikei is actually my favorite genre of anime, generally speaking, but it can be hard to do it well. yuru camp ABSOLUTELY does it well. i read a commentary once ages ago, about how one of the great things about yuru camp is that the girls are allowed to just... be girls, and it always stuck with me. there's no fanservice, and these girls really feel like real characters who exist. there was another commentary (maybe same one?) about how rin is this introverted, more lonesome character, but she enjoys the solitude. but what's cool about yuru camp is she is never forced to change or become more extroverted; her friends accept her for who she is, nadeshiko will invite her out but not push her, and then sometimes she does go out! and she changes and becomes a bit more social, but never gives up solo camping. AND the more extroverted, outgoing character INSTEAD comes to embrace solo camping! what a cool idea, executed amazingly! so the characters are a strong point here, but the banter and camping is a lot of fun too. i still haven't watched the movie, but i'll get there eventually!

10. odd taxi. why? this one is 100% on the writing. it is so clever and quick-witted, it's a ton of fun to watch. i've never watched any other anime like it. the mystery/thriller aspects are a lot of fun too, and i remember reading reddit threads and theories on this one as it was airing. what was so cool is that they plant subtle hints that you can ABSOLUTELY catch if you have sharp eyes (i likely wouldn't have if it weren't for reading others' theories) and you can know things before characters do. lot of fun.

wow this was so much fun to write up! thank you so much for the question!

#asks #elaine2895

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fishedeyelenz · 7 months

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Oh fishy! That Billy and Camille mood board was…..*sighs dreamily* everything. Agh!! You just have no idea!! All of y’all!! All the billy writers and artists, the billy mutuals, I know I lurk, anonymously…not unlike how billy does, but in my mind y’all are the attic gang. My attic gang, all of us loving and bullying the attic boy, and also the wall boy….I just…aaah…perfection. Anyways, your stories are keeping me alive woof, I’ll be catching up on the latest chapters of rats in the shadows (gee I hope I got the name right lol) later when I can (life you know) and I’m losing my marbles thinking about BEAN. BILLY BEAN BILLY’S BEAN!!! And how sweetly devoted he is to his Camille and Bean!! It’s just….*sighs happily* so so sweet….all these mood boards have been cracking me up they’re so SILLY!! I keep wishing to stick a sticker of canned beans on Beans’ forehead…these dark urges smh…

Okay but yes, right right, I need to get to the actual reason for my silly little ask, okay so, how would billy be with an s/o who’s very musical? We know he loves Camille in all her drawing and painting glory, (does she paint too? I know she draws, I guess I just assumed she might’ve dabbled in paints as well, apologies if not) but what about a musical gal? My family is extremely musically inclined, we all sing and everyone plays instruments (I draw too but again, we have our answers with precious Camille! And Thank goodness, for I’d love to draw with him, or draw a mustache on him while he sleeps if nothing else) and so I always wonder if he’d like music like I do…..I very much rely on music, it helps me, and I wonder if it’d help him too! The beat of the music grounds me, I can copy and mimic almost all the specific voice of all the singers I listen to, it’s patterns that I can rely on….it’s just all very soothing and helps me be happy while also calming! It’s like….a sturdy rock. Always consistent and nice!

And so I always imagine singing with Billy, (I know he’s a terrible singer but it’d be so wonderful and fun still!) dancing with him, teaching how to tap dance, singing and humming to him while holding him and running my fingers through his hair, playing my concertina for him, playing the piano with him, making up sound games, like, me play a tune and he has to mimic it, or him make up a tune and I’ll try to play it for him, it just seems so fun! All of it! Always singing and dancing with each other!! Loud and fast when we are okay! Or softly and slow, very quiet songs when either of us need soothing or comforting….it just all seems terrible sweet to me, I’m just a sucker and have been having so much fun practicing my concertina, so I’ve just been really having this on the brain eheh (btw I feel like a little sailor with my concertina, I freaking love it aaah)

Hello!! Glad to hear from you again dear anon, I was wondering about a couple of days ago actually!! You always leave such sweet messages <333 The part about the attic gang made me giggle heheheh <333 well, if it means anything, if you ever wanna go off anon I at least will be very accepting, and I'm sure others will do. But I respect your decision to stay anonymous if that's more comfortable to you!! I hope you have a fun time reading the last few chapters, I'm quite proud of them!!

Little Beanie baby honestly deserves a little treat in the form of a sticker on her forehead. Little guy <333 Also yeah, Camille is a painter!! Shes a painting mayor actually. Hats why shes in the college, or I guess the academy she goes to. And Camille would draw a mustache on him ough <3 As for the part about a musical s/o you're pretty spot on!! Certain types of music would definitely be very grounding to him, and could help a lot with calming him down. He in general likes simple little songs I think (think Daisy Bell like in the commentary) and I do think he sings to himself to calm down!! Though he is pretty tuneless... and his singing voice is not pleasant even if he tries... though he usually sings the sing badly on purpose to entertain himself lmao. Hes like a very loud, annoying parrot in human form.

That's why he would love to have a s/o who is actually musical lol. At first it would be to annoy them honestly, ruin their flow with singing badly, mock them when they can't reach a high not and things like that. Being a little shit in general. But as time moves on he would grow to appreciate their talents more. Sometimes he would quiet down when they start playing their instrument and listen carefully, maybe even clap for them in the end if he gets exited. Sometimes his lovers would would sing him to sleep after a hard day. And he would genuinely start joining in on them when they are singing, not to make fun of them but for them to share a moment together. In fact, he would use any chance he can to sing with his s/o, sometimes asking them to join in on singing a silly little song.

One thing though, is to watch over your instrument when around him. It's very fun that you play a concertina but there's always a chance he could break it. Whether on accident from being clumsy, or in a moment when he loses control of himself and breaks everything around him, or maybe out of pettiness after an argument. Either way after the fact he would feel immensely guilty, which will send him spiraling and so on and so forth. Not a pleasant experience for either of you.

This reminds me that Bean will be a musician in the future. She will play bass and melodica and will play in a band. I wonder what else I could do with this concept in relation to Billy...

Thanks once again for sending me this ask, I always am happy to hear from you!!

#asks #billy lenz #dilf billy lenz #oc: camille #oc: bean #my writting

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nyarumi-nyan · 7 months

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How does your OC respond when someone praises them or pays them a compliment? Do they become embarrassed? Do they minimise their own achievements or even change the subject? Or do they revel in the praise and admiration of others? Are there some things they are more comfortable with being praised for than others? Might they be quite content to be lauded for their martial skill or academic ability, but mortified to be complimented for their beauty or sexual allure?

Hewwoo @mimble-sparklepudding > w < ♡

Apologies for the slow replies! I have been looking forward to answering this ask a lot, heh. I will try to reply it for both Satien and V'reeah as I have finally gotten more of a chance to develop the latter. But let's start with Satien as usual, shall we? :3

Satien is generally a very humble person who tends to underestimate himself and his impact towards other people, his influence on them so to speak. So receiving praise for him is always coming quite as a surrpise! He gets very easily flustered and embarrassed by praise or compliments, thus tends to avert his gaze and lower his ears. In a try to hide that he is blushing, heh. However, a small but adorable detail about him is that his ears also develop a soft blush when he gets embarrassed.

I wouldn't say per se that he minimizes his own achievements, but he certainly is very humble and doesn't boast with them. And changing topic might become a bit tough for him, depending on how embarrassed he is - because he sometimes rambles a tad.

Oh no, actually quite the opposite! Satien prefers to be out of people's radar and stay hidden and unnoticed for the most part. He is as much of an introvert as one can be, plus he doesn't really enjoy being surrouned by many people. Being admired by others feels kind of awkward for him, like a fish out of the water.

Yes, I think there are certain things where he is more accepting to praise than others. For example being acknowledged for his knowledge is something which would make him feel awkward, yes. But it would be somewhat accepted. However, being complimented or praised for his looks or sexual allurance it totally gonna make him embarrassed and he wouldn't know how to even answer.

Keep in mind, he is a very shy and rather secluded person!

And he never wasted any thoughts about his own looks, or if someone could find him interesting or even good looking.

Now for V'reeah!

Oh boy, I know exactly how he would react to praise - like a total brat. Pfff, I'm not kidding. But it also depends on how he gets praised, because the bratty and overly confident attitide he shows is a self defence mechanism. So there are two possibilities how he reacts to praise. First option would be he somewhat expects that praise and doesn't get caught off guard, in that case he would react confidently. Smirk and give some kind of bratty or even cocky reply, turning the praise into a chance to tease the other person.

This is what he usually does and most people get to see, however as I mentioned there is a more 'honest' reaction that is also possible - under certain circumstances.

Which are that he gets caught off guard and doesn't expect the praise or compliment. In that case he would actually react way more flabbergasted and even flustered, trying to brush it off and pretend that he didn't get coy. Because he vehemently denies being shy, heh. He totally is the type of person to change topics or distract people by a forward action to get out of the situation.

Showing his true character is something he likes to avoid.

For Reah it is kind of hard to fully accept praise, he acts like he does and like mentioned above gets bratty or cocky. But in truth he rejects compliments and doesn't allow himself to accept them, as he isn't 'worth' such compliments nor attention.

Thank you for the ask @mimble-sparklepudding I hope you enjoyed the answer! > w <

#character quiz #character ask meme #satien answers #v'reeah answered #ffxiv #miqo'te #wol #keeper of the moon #seeker of the sun

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nettlestingsoup · 1 year

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hi morgan! 1, 3, 4, 8 and 29 for the asks? <3

hi honey! thanks for these!

1: mostly music? a lot of the time i find myself inspired to write by song lyrics, or the mood a song invokes. this tends to backfire on me a little as i end up associating one single song with a fic and then get sick of that song because i listen to it too much...

3: in terms of fic, scarlettstorm (for the untamed), kathrynefromphilly (who wrote the best merthur fic i've ever read, and one i often go back to), and inkin_brushes who's responsible for a 562,000 word vixx vampire au that first showed me that fic could be genuinely good writing and storytelling.

4: for this one i'd probably have to say a mix of fic and traditionally published authors; inkin_brushes is definitely up there with my love of long, slow, angst with a happy ending - i think that fic (immortals) probably made me realise that that was my thing and i wanted to make more of it - and then i'd put erin morgenstern, author of the night circus. she has an incredibly rich, floral, slightly writing style, and never shies away from describing things in a lot of detail, which is something i try to let myself do; her romantic relationships also focus a lot on yearning which i... write so much of. so much yearning. so much slow pining. i think i'd put cornelia funke (author of the inkheart trilogy) after that for similar reasons; her writing style is beautiful and haunting and she often uses quite dark imagery and likes to dip into gothic fantasy into her work (something i'm definitely a little guilty of, and would love to do more of!). i think you'd really like the inkheart trilogy if you haven't read it, actually! they have very interesting worldbuilding and magic systems, and the trilogy really darkens in tone as it goes but still stays true to the characters and who they are.

8: most productive between 8pm and 12am probably! which is less than ideal when i go to bed at 10pm to get up at 7am for work, but i do what i can and make the best of the time i have.

29: the fact that it says favourite poem makes me want to pick a poem SO i absolutely adore wild geese by mary oliver; i love a lot of her poetry really (i have a book of it) especially with the themes of nature and using nature to cope with your mental health, but wild geese is the one i love most.

i tell myself the first line often when i'm worried about making mistakes or doing things wrong or not meeting expectations: you do not have to be good. it's important to remember that nature has no expectations for you. it's alright to stop pushing yourself for once and just love what you love and watch the wild geese fly.

thanks for these! they were fun to answer; apologies if i rambled a little! <3

#asks #oh-my-chocolate #really had to think about the authors that are influential to my work #i've spent so long developing my own writing style and my own tone that it took me a while to think of who i try to imitate #but if i could write like cornelia funke i would have made it #she has such haunting dark fairytale vibes #whilst still writing incredibly hopeful stories #and such a wonderful sense of magic despite the dark #writing #ao3 author #fanfic

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k1nky-fool · 2 years

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Devil of the Crossroads

Part 3/?

Masterlist

Silco X OC

Pairing: M/F

Warnings: Murder being treated casually by main characters, dead body hijinks, many threats of violence, most of this is canon typical, if you think I missed something I apologize for not thinking of it, this is a very plot heavy chapter.

Taglist: (I am open to adding anyone to this taglist)

It was early in the morning, and The Last Drop was nearly quiet. Pepper knew Silco was awake at this hour, but she hadn't expected Sevika and nearly twelve more of Silco's goons to already be waiting.

Immediately, Pepper knew who was aware of the attack on her daughter. Most of them idly sat around, chatting among themselves while they waited for their daily assignments. three of them, including Sevika, watched Pepper like she was about to burn the place down.

She made her way to the stairs, but Sevika intercepted her. Pepper glared up at her friend, someone that had shown her fierce loyalty, but she knew this was a crossroads for her.

Sevika fully believed that Silco was the best man for leading the Zaun out of the shadow of Piltover. And yet, Pepper was someone that had never betrayed her, and had always gone out of her way for Sevika. These two forces in her life were going head to head, and if this got out of hand, only one of them would be coming back downstairs.

"Stand aside, Sevi." Pepper had never commanded her, and even now, it was a suggestion. One that warned Sevika that if Pepper had to, she'd go through her friend to get to the man upstairs.

Nobody but Pepper knew to look for it, but Sevika's throat tightened, and she had to fight herself to speak. "Don't do something we'll both regret."

Her voice was low, so as not to let every goon in the bar know what she was about to do. "I ain't ever walked against you, Sevi, and I'll never regret that. But standing for him now means you're standing against me. So what's it gonna be?"

"You think this will solve anything?"

"No." Pepper answered simply. "But she's my daughter; that shit's unconditional."

Sevika let out her strained breath. For a moment, Pepper prepared herself for a fight, but Sevi took a single step away, letting her pass. She walked up the stairs like she expected to be walking back down with the head of a king in her hand.

The office door was closed, but not locked. Without knocking, she walked in, finding Silco speaking with Sheriff Marcus.

The two of them went silent, watching her stroll in like the two of them were trespassing on her property.

"Do you need something, Pepper?" Silco asked quite sure of himself and his power, taking his attention away from her to appear as though she was just another goon in front of Marcus. Too bad she wouldn't be playing along.

"I got a question." She said, calmly, taking slow, meandering steps up to Silco's desk and plopping the folded map, blotched with the blood of his employee. "How many maps did it take you to find the audacity to do what you did?"

Silco glared up at her. "Is that all-"

She cut him off by stabbing the map with his goon's knife, also still stained with blood.

"Leave us, Marcus." The Enforcer all but sprinted out, closing the door. The two of them were left in a scorching silence.

Pepper braced herself against the desk, staring down at him. "Silco, I'm more than obliged to work for you. I'll take your orders, and your blood money at your bar. Hell, I'll put blood on the money myself for you should the need arise." She didn't look away from his healthy eye, just to ensure he kept looking at her.

"But there are only two people in this world that I'll choose over you every time. And you're the only man I've ever known to be dumb enough to try holding a knife against both of 'em." She spat. "I suggest you think over your next words carefully. Else I regret being gracious enough to ask you to speak at all."

Silco, who had looked ready to make his case, or reinforce his threat, stayed silent. Instead he reached slender fingers into a vest pocket and handed her a folded piece of paper.

Pepper took it, and opened it immediately. It was an address. One she didn't recognize but she knew where it was. It was actually fairly close to the bar. "What's here?"

"The address of the man that I sent to give your daughter a message meant for you." Silco explained. "I did not permit him to attack your child."

It was a peace offering. "And you don't care what happens to him."

"He knows he is no longer in my good graces, but he did not trespass against me. If anyone should decide hia fate, it would be you." Silco said.

"And you expect me to believe, what? That my daughter is safe because you're offering that fucker's head instead of yours?" Pepper asked. "Would you believe me if it were Jinx?"

Silco gave a small smile. "I couldn't let my people think I'd just let you get away with your stunt without threatening something." He explained. "However, Sevika made one or two good points last night in your favor. Your real repayment for the stunt you pulled will be fixing the problem you caused."

Pepper stood up, glaring down at him with sharp observation. "And, you want me to go back downstairs like I learned my lesson?"

"Essentially." Silco agreed. "Believe it or not, regardless of the stupidity you've shown, I respect your loyalty to your friend, and now your daughter. I'm trying to reach a compromise."

"A compromise." Pepper echoed, taking a few steps to round his desk and lean against the surface next to him. She thought for a moment about how it would play out if she took his offer. "I don't accept it."

Silco's expression changed to a glare. "You would reject-"

"If you'd let me finish..." Pepper stopped him. "If you want me to fix this mess I've made of your crimelords, then I need to appear in control of myself." She explained. "Make them think it wasn't out of line for me to do that."

"They've called a meeting today. What should I tell them?" He asked.

"Today…" She echoed. "Don't say shit, I'll do the talking."

"I need to know what you're planning." Silco argued. "The only way this works is if they think I'm claiming ignorance of your activities, but I can't look like my employees are running loose."

"This is gonna sound like bullshit, but I need you to trust me on this." Pepper said.

Silco scoffed. "Yes, because trusting you has gone so wonderfully for me."

"Actually, me not trusting you was what caused this mess, so I'm trying to change that. I'm trusting you to have my back on this one." She pointed out.

"And I'm just supposed to believe that you're not going to make an even bigger mess?"

"I mean pretty much." She shrugged, earning a glare from him. "Would it help if I promised?"

It was sort of meant as a joke, but Silco stood slowly, watching her expression carefully, knowing full well that she was watching him right back.

Silco was very easy to read. He really didn't try all that hard to be stone faced, and there was something far more confident in being expressive than trying to hide what one was feeling. Of course, most still found it hard to get a read on him. Whether it was because they didn't trust the expression he did show, or they couldn't even get past the eye, they all struggled. Pepper never did.

His glare softened, making him appear sincere and almost tender. It took her a moment before she recognized the look on his face to be most similar to the way he looked at Jinx, when she was sleeping peacefully. Like Silco was deciding against his better judgement to let her do as she pleased.

"Give me your word, Pepper."

"My word to do what?" She asked. "I'll bind myself to my word, I just wanna know exactly what you want from me."

"Give me your word that you won't give them a reason to hurt you." Silco said.

The request caught her off guard. It was way too caring for what she'd come to expect from him in the last few days. Like he let himself forget that since the first day he came to her for a drink, she'd killed near about six people. Or maybe he let himself remember how she walked into his office with his sleeping daughter in her arms, and caringly wrapped her in a blanket as if she were her own child.

He couldn't possibly care that much about her after all the problems she'd cause. Hell, there was no reason to think he ever cared about her more or less than he would for a good barkeeper.

And yet, Silco still requested that she not do anything to get herself hurt. Pepper tried to find an angle, or some hidden implication that he really meant to tell her not to fuck him over, but she came up empty.

"I-I give you my word. By the time I'm done with them, they won't be brave enough to touch me." She said, but his gaze was still expecting something else from her. "I will not be hurt by them, Silco."

He seemed to settle on that assurance. It might not have been what he wanted, but he would take it. As strangely as that vulnerable moment began, it was gone.

Silco took the knife out of his desk and handed it back to her. "Then I'll leave the talking to you."

-Silco-

Of all the moments that he has had the pleasure to interact with Pepper, there were several of them he expected to see her scared. Silco decided that if she didn't look scared now, then no man fortunate enough to speak with her would ever see fear on her face.

What was on her face was a slightly distracted focus as they made their way to the meeting. She tried to keep her focus, but Silco noted the way her eyes were drawn back to him before she inevitably looked away, trying to keep her attention on the task at hand.

He followed her onto the elevator, where they had definite privacy for a moment. "You have a question."

"I was gonna kill you this morning." Pepper said unceremoniously. "Sevi stopped me at the bottom of the stairs. She didn't try to convince me not to kill you, but she let me past anyway."

"Are you trying to tell me that your friend betrayed me?" He asked.

"No, if she wanted you dead, she woulda come up with me to snag you if you tried to run." Pepper said, only surprising him a little that the two of them already had procedures for that sort of thing. "I think whatever Sevi said to you last night was enough for her to believe that you'd calm me down, and she'd know first hand that ain't easy to do."

"I was going to kill your daughter's friend last night." He said plainly. "Sevika simply convinced me otherwise."

"That's bullshit." Pepper called him out immediately. "Silco, I know the reason we don't get along is 'cause we're too much alike. That being said, it's probably harder to change your mind than it is mine."

That was a fair assessment.

"I wanna know what Sevi said that made her so sure we'd both walk out of that office in one piece." She wondered.

Really, his initial statement wasn't a lie. Sevika said in as few words as possible what he needed to understand Pepper. Even now, he was taking her advice. "Convince the Chembarons, and I'll tell you how she convinced me."

Pepper nodded in agreement as the elevator doors opened for them. "You got it, sir."

"Don't call me that."

"You got it, boss." Silco sent a glare her way, only to be met with a faux-innocence giggling back at him. At the end of the hall, Silco opened the door, standing aside to hold the door for her.

She stepped without a care, and stopped in front of the long table that sat three of the most powerful organized crime leaders across both cities. Pepper didn't even look impressed. Silco would be lying if he said there was no fear in him. For this lot, all it would take is one offense in order to go after her, or worse, her daughter.

Pepper moved once more, now rounding the table, getting a good look at everyone that sat, waiting for Silco to take command of the meeting. Distrust settled on their faces as he followed behind Pepper's lead.

When she stood at the head of the table, she stopped again. The silence could have only been torture as Pepper's mind worked to get a read on everyone at the table.

She didn't hesitate, but she did look back at Silco to make sure he was really trusting her with his entire empire. It wasn't lost on him what she was really doing. From the moment she walked in, Pepper had been putting on a show. Everything she did had a purpose for being shown to the three barons at the table. This was to show them that she took her orders from Silco, and nobody else.

With a sure nod of permission from him, she continued. "Afternoon, folks. I'm glad to meet y'all."

She smiled warmly, yet it was nothing like the smile she gave Silco over drinks one late night. Still, her voice was laced with something sweet, while it usually made her easy to get along with, now was a warning that she was hiding some force of nature behind her lips.

All three Chembarons stared her down, even as she appeared as though she was talking to nothing but children. "I hope I ain't a new face, considering I've been pouring your drinks for near about two months, but then again, you wouldn't be the only one." Pepper gave Silco a playful glance.

"Silco, who is this clown?" Despite where Smeech aimed the question, Silco remained silent, keeping his promise to let Pepper have the floor.

"Welcome to the rodeo, Smeech." Pepper laughed eerily quiet.

She hopped up onto the table, and began slowly walking down it. The heels of her boots knocked against the table like someone hopelessly knocking at a door, knowing they wouldn't be let inside.

"I heard y'all took my clowning in the manufacture district personally." She said, giggling as Smeech glared, basking in the attention the barons were forced to give her. "Right now, the only personal offense you should be worried about is mine."

Something about her walking along the table seemed far too familiar. The way she held her hands politely behind her back, the pace she walked, even the sway of her hips. Sillco wanted to say it was the same way she walked into his office this morning, ready to stab him, and yet he felt like the two were incomparable.

"Last night, Finn found out the hard way what happens when I take an offense personally." Pepper got to the end of the table, and spun around to begin walking the other way.

It was then that he recognized the attitude she had. Pepper was having fun. She was absolutely amused by the situation she was ruling over.

"Whatever game you're playing, you now have a wild card to count, and guess who holds it." Pepper announced to the barons as they all glanced to Silco himself. "Now I got a question for you three to consider."

She took a moment to take inventory of all the glares being directed at her. Renni watched carefully, but there was no hatred from her, only caution. Chross did his best to appear indifferent, but when Pepper shot him a cheeky look, his eyes narrowed at her. Smeech did nothing to hide how he loathed Pepper.

"How keen are y'all gonna be on walking against him, when I might take it personally?" Pepper hopped down off the table and Silco followed her silently out the door.

It wasn't until the elevator doors shut that Pepper showed any reaction at all. She let out a harsh breath and collapsing back against the railing. Silco instinctively reached out, catching her shoulder before she hit the wall too hard. "Are you alright?"

Despite what he saw, Pepper nodded through struggling breaths. She was shaking. He wanted to ask, but he wasn't expecting her to answer while she couldn't even get air in her lungs. She quickly stood up straight when the elevator opened again, even while she was still shaking.

The second she found an obscured alley, she immediately took the space to try catching her breath again. It took Silco a moment, watching her chest heave and her shoulders tremble to realize he recognized this. "You grew up on the outskirts of the sumps level, didn't you."

"Outside the Back Lanes." Pepper confirmed.

That made sense. The gasses from the mines seeped into the Back Lanes, making the air there notoriously toxic. For an accent like hers, Pepper's childhood home would have to be around the mineshafts themselves. This problem had likely been an issue since she was very young.

Her breathing finally settled and she could speak coherently. "Didn't mean to spook 'ya. Been a while since my lungs up and jumped me. Must've been my heartbeat. Got a little too anxious there and I lost it."

"You got anxious?" Silco said it before he had a chance to think about it, and Pepper shot a look up to him.

"Yeah, I did." She snapped. "I just threatened three ruthless crime lords on a whim because I didn't wanna take your anger lyin' down. Believe it or not, roughing up the fucking Chembarons ain't exactly a night on the Promenade!"

"It surprises me, that's all." Silco explained. "You threatened my life without a question, and you admitted to plotting my murder."

"I don't know if I'd call that mess a plot, but that's different." Pepper brushed off, as the two began making their way back to The Last Drop.

"Is it really?" He asked. "I am invested, do explain the difference to me."

Pepper gave him a side eye glance as if to make sure he really wanted her to explain her thought process, the same way she was cautious about revealing all her observations about him before.

"'Cause I ain't scared of you."

It should have made him angry, or at the very least concerned. But with what Sevika had told him last night, Silco was almost relieved that he hadn't irreparably damaged their professional relationship.

"Good." He said simply. "I can't buy or threaten loyalty out of a woman like you."

"Then what can you do to get loyalty outta me?" Pepper asked without filter.

"Sevika says I can't get it from you without first giving it. I'm inclined to believe her after what I've seen."

"So you decide to threaten my daughter instead of killing her friend?" Pepper scoffed in disbelief. "That was your bright idea?"

"My idea of a compromise that backfired when my employee decided to take matters into his own hands." Silco deadpanned. "A poor choice in hindsight."

Pepper stopped a moment as they were coming upon the Last Drop. "Hindsight…" She repeated. "Sevi was ambushed by Finn's guys. Which means you have a rat on your detail."

Silco halted with her, noting that speaking about a traitor within his own walls would be stupidly dangerous. "I have been considering that since you mentioned it yesterday."

"Any suspects?"

"Nobody who's mistakes seem malicious. I already considered Louis, but his choice to make an attempt on your daughter's life is no more suspicious than the last time he tried to make a show of strength." Silco explained. "And the supply chain hit wasn't common enough knowledge for him to have been able to give detailed information."

"It didn't have to be detailed. He'd just have to know what route they'd be using." Pepper pointed out.

That made sense, but even then it could still be just about anybody on his payroll. "And how does that narrow it down? If Louis were trying to take me down, why go after you?"

"Because we made it very public that we were spittin' venom at each other." Pepper pointed out.

Nearly everyone had seen their standoff. "And if you had come to kill me, like you already did, and Sevika couldn't change your mind, I would be dead? She would have attacked you, and you would be dead."

"I'd already proven I was able and willing to take down a warehouse single handed." She reminded him. "I was still going to kill you for trying to threaten her. Maybe they still thought they could salvage it."

"The only thing they didn't count on was you and I reaching a compromise." He realized.

Pepper fished the slip of paper out of her bra. Silco averted his eyes to maybe shake the light burn of his ears.

"Do I still get to decide his fate?" She asked.

The crooked smirk across her lips suddenly made him worry. It was identical to the way she had played him yesterday when she swiped that map right out from under him. "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking… I can get Finn to come negotiate a deal with you." The edges of her smile peeked out from behind the little white square between two fingers.

Silco was still skeptical, yet trusting Pepper to keep people in line was proving to be a useful tool. "You are certain you can do it alone?"

She hummed as she considered her answer. "I'm gonna need Sevi."

-Pepper-

"Where are we going, Pep?"

"We have a few questions to ask little Louis." She answered. "He knows where Finn's holed up."

Sevi chuckled. "Silco really approved this?"

"Well, approved's a strong word." Pepper gave a noncommittal shrug. "Really he trusts me not to dangerously fuck it up."

She let out a long sigh in reply as they came to the door. "Then why do I get the feeling he's not gonna like what we're doing anyway?"

"Because you'd be right." Pepper gestured for her to knock on the door where she stayed out of sight from the door's eyehole.

Sevi's metal hand made a loud clanging sound against the exterior cage of the door. "Louis, open up!"

It took a brief moment for him to begin unlocking the various mechanisms that kept him safe. "Sevika? The boss have a job?" Sevika shoved past him, making Louis go quiet the second he laid eyes on Pepper.

She took her time walking around the kitchen that sat beside the front door as Sevika guarded the now closed exit. Pepper stepped up to the cabinets and looked around. A few cabinets in and she spotted a rather expensive bottle of whiskey. Pepper smiled, pulling it from the shelf and noted it had yet to be opened.

"What's this about?" Louis couldn't take the silence anymore. Fortunately, Pepper didn't have any plans to let him off easy.

"This is an expensive bottle you got here, Louis." She noted. "Now I'm not much of a whiskey girl, but sometimes keeping such a nice bottle is worth the wait of drinking something you don't like all that much."

Louis had just gone quiet, only getting visibly more jumpy the longer she didn't make a move.

"I reckon you don't know how to tell if the bottle is sturdy enough to bother keeping, do you?" She asked, getting no response from Louis. He began slowly backing away from Pepper, only to back right into Sevika where he froze.

"There's a few ways to tell if your bottle is nice enough to keep." She continued. "One of the easiest ways is just to memorize some good labels. But even good glass makers can have a bad batch here and there. You can finish off the bottle and just try to cut the glass. If it's sturdy, you can get a clean break and sand the edge down. Make some nice stuff outta glass like that."

Pepper finally stopped looking over the bottle and looked up at him as he refused to meet her eyes. He was sweating and Sevi wasn't letting him move. "But you know what, Louis? I don't think I'm patient enough to finish this bottle. So I just gotta test it now."

When he gave into his confusion and looked at her face, she swung the bottle at his face, dropping him fast. Louis hit the counter before he hit the floor. Sevika picked him up by the collar and gave him a generous knee to the gut.

Pepper was already inspecting the bottle. It was now the third item she'd been in possession of that was now splattered with this man's blood. "Will you look at that! Not a crack in it!" She may just have to follow tradition and give this to Silco as well.

"What do you want? I'll give you anything, please!" It was pathetic how fast he was willing to beg for his life.

"Your boss." Pepper said. "Where's he holed up?"

"What? You know Silco's-" Sevika gave another blow to his stomach.

"Your other boss, Louis." She clarified disdainfully. "Where is Finn?"

Louis coughed to regain his voice. "Who?" Sevika's next hit was to his face.

Pepper giggled, and began looking through his cabinets for more liquor. "Sweetie, if you're gonna play dumb, don't play that dumb."

Sevika reared up for another punch.

"Wait- wait! There's a casino!" He panicked, making Sevika stop.

"Which one?" She asked without looking over to him while she turned to the icebox.

"Gold Scales on the Promenade. He owns the place and works out of the top floor."

Pepper found a few bottles of an unfamiliar beer label in the fridge as she nodded along with what Louis was telling her. "You want one of these, Sevi?"

"No, I'm good for now."

"Suit yourself, sugar." She took the bottle over to Louis and looked over his now bloody and swelling face. "What's security like over at Gold Scales?"

"Nobody on the outside, but there's guys keeping a lookout around the whole building." He panted out.

Sevika shot her a glance. Yeah, figures that'd be a problem for her. Pepper had to figure out a better plan if Sevi was gonna be a part of it. But as far as both of them were concerned, Louis had outlived his usefulness.

Pepper found a buckle on his jacket and put the edge of the bottle cap. The cap popped off with just a good yank that also broke the strap. "Well Sevi, this turned out better for you. Turns out we don't need him alive."

Louis didn't get another word out before Sevika had finished the job. Pepper took a seat on the table and sipped away in deep thought about their plan. Unfortunately, spread out security in a casino was likely a covert system. Even if they managed to get in, they would have no idea who was a threat.

Fortunately, Pepper was not a stranger to creative solutions.

"What are you thinking, Pep? This one too dicey?"

A clever grin spread across her face as she looked down to the body of the man at their feet. "I think Louis can still make himself useful."

"I never liked that look." Sevika sighed.

"Louis said Gold Scales is on the Promenade; Finn works out the top floor. If I remember right, that's the casino with the big ol' skylight." She recalled. "What if we don't need to make our way up? I reckon we give him a gift from above."

If Sevika had a problem with it, it wasn't a deal breaker. She knew that if Pepper wasn't able to do her job, or if Finn turned out to be a little more stubborn than they expected, then they wouldn't have a way out.

"This is a risky move, even for you." Sevika noted, looking down at the glass dome at the top of the casino.

They stood on the neighboring building, an apartment complex by the looks of it. But at least it was tall, and there was at least one balcony that was the right height.

"Yeah, well… if this ain't about Silco, then there's only a few things it can really be about." Pepper said.

"This still about Sketch?" Sevika asked.

"A big part of it." She confirmed. "Another big part of it is that this bastard was dumb enough to try using you as bait."

"But that's not all of it." Sevika pointed it out like she had already figured out there was something else.

"While I'm taking this offense personally, I reckon Silco's just as tired of this fella." Pepper figured, "If he's pissed enough to turn me loose on this man, then he better pray that hell's the worst thing I bring with me."

Pepper watched for the security to leave as a young woman made her way into the office. If her sight wasn't going bad, then that girl just locked the door behind her.

"You can drop our gift now."

Sevika didn't need to be told twice to get rid of the weight on her shoulder. A little morbid to use a corpse as a battering ram, but they use the tools they have, and a little psychological warfare never goes wrong.

The glass shattered, leaving a safe opening for the two of them. Sevika went first and caught Pepper, making her landing just a little easier than she was capable of on her own.

A bright smile was her greeting to the two terrified people in front of her. "Sorry to drop in like this, but we didn't have much of a choice."

Sevika stood by the door, waiting if the chance came that somebody might get curious about the noise.

"Who the fuck are you?" Finn spat.

"The fuck I am." She echoed, taking light and chipper steps up to his desk, rounding it and offering her hand to the woman beside him. "Now honey, are you here for any reason other than getting paid?"

She shook her head.

"Well that's fine and dandy. Now, if you head out that door and tell Finn's goons out there not to disturb him, I'll double your pay for the night. Tomorrow afternoon, you come find me at The Last Drop and I'll make sure you're all set."

She nodded, trotting over the broken glass in her heels and stopping in front of Sevika for a second. She was let out and called a shy "Thank you." back into the office.

Sevika took the coffee table and pulled it to where it rested on its side against the door so they were sure to be left alone.

Pepper turned back to Finn, who was glaring between her and Sevi. "You working for Silco?"

Taking the knife out of her boot, she turned it over in their hand. "I do. But the funny thing is, suddenly I'm not too keen on keeping my word to him." She said, leaning in close and tapping the blade against a gold jaw. "You see, I told him I could get you to negotiate a deal with him, but now that I look at you, I don't think you're sweet enough to come up with any deal that he'll like."

Finn laughed. "So what? You're stupid enough to double cross that man?"

"Well, that would be interesting, now wouldn't it?" She said, "But when it comes to you giving the order to kill my daughter, well, Silco might just have to get over it."

He stood, glaring down at Pepper, who was definitely a few sizes smaller than him. But she wasn't worried. "You think I'm scared of you?"

"Little old me? No! Of course not." Pepper waved off, making her way to the body on the floor and squatted down next to him. "But then again, our mutual friend, Louis, here? Yeah, he learned real fast to get scared of Sevi."

Sevika's heavy footsteps slowly came closer to Finn as she towered over him. Now he looked scared.

"So what does Silco want to negotiate?" Finn asked.

"Silco?" Pepper blurted, standing abruptly. "I think you misunderstand, Finn. I'm not here to help you strike a deal with Silco. Your negotiations are with me. And you better convince me to let you walk outta here in one piece."

He looked between Sevika and Pepper, as if trying to decipher some kind of game they were playing. But upon looking at the corpse at the center of his floor, Finn was certainly doubting something. "If you can't deal with the consequences of this business, then find a new job."

Pepper nodded in thought as though thinking over his suggestion. "And me sticking a knife in your dick is what? Is it consequences, or do you call it something else when it's inconvenient for you?"

"I die, and what happens to you?" Finn asked. "Silco gets angry, and just forgets how you betrayed him? Word on the streets is that Silco doesn't forget."

Pepper tapped the knife on her chin, once again in thought. "Funny thing about Silco is that I don't give a rat's ass what he thinks of me. If he pulls some shit, I'll kill him the same way I'll kill you." She said, "Without remorse."

Finn had the audacity to laugh as he stepped closer, towering over Pepper. "You are a certain kind of woman. One that survives by intelligence and the strength of those that don't have what you do. But in the end, that makes you desperate for power, because you and everyone you trust, knows that you don't have it."

The only thing fortunate for Pepper, is that she decided years ago that she would never let a man like him see her falter. If he was right, then she'd show him what a desperate woman does when she knows where to take power from.

"Then what's that make you, Finn?"

She'll give him credit where it's due, he doesn't waver, even as she sees the realization dawn on him. He knows Pepper will tear his head off and leave it on the desk if it means she'll get whatever power he believes she is starved of.

"Willing to negotiate."

"Hmm…" She muses, "Tell you what. You talk it out with Silco tomorrow night, and we can negotiate how long your life lasts after that."

"Deal."

He watches the two of them leave in silence. Nobody stops them on their way back, and nobody follows them. Pepper struggles to catch her breath as soon as the casino is out of sight.

Sevika chuckles, but puts a hand on her shoulder anyway. "Figures that would do it to you."

"Fuck you too, Sevi." Pepper coughs, aided by a few hefty smacks to her upper back.

"I was a little worried you'd actually kill him." Sevika confesses. "Either you meant that or you just want to kill him in front of Silco."

Pepper hadn't thought of that, but if it would help, that wouldn't be a bad idea. "If Silco wants him dead, he wouldn't have sent me to do the dirty work. But I'd be lying if I said I hadn't considered it."

"Hmm. What changed your mind then?"

"Silco's trusted me with a lot of shit today." She explained, "Tomorrow I see just how much I can trust him."

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