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estrellami-1 · 11 months

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Steddie Week 2023

May 25th Prompt: Hurt/Comfort

Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, Day 5, Day 6, Day 7

@steddie-week

Eddie’s waking up when Steve bursts into the room. Dustin, already at his bedside, excitedly waves Steve over.

Eddie groans, coughs twice, then opens his eyes, looking blankly around. His eyes sharpen in recognition when he sees Steve, and a small smile cracks his face when he looks at Dustin. “Hey, dude,” he mutters, trying to lift a hand to reach Dustin.

Dustin meets him halfway, grasping his hand, practically bent in half with emotion. “You asshole,” he gasps. “You- that’s- not fair, I thought you-” he bites his lip, shakes his head, and bursts into tears.

“Oh, hey,” Eddie says, trying to pull Dustin closer. “C’mon, man, it’s alright, I’m okay.”

Eventually Dustin calms down, moving away just long enough to drag a chair close enough to keep hold of Eddie.

Eddie looks up at Steve. “King Steve,” he says. “To what do I owe the honor? Or are you here to finally finish me off?”

To his surprise, Steve backs up, eyes suspiciously glassy. “I- sorry. Um. I’m gonna… check on Max.”

“Steve!” Dustin calls.

“Stay here,” Steve responds, not looking as he quickly walks out of the room.

Dustin turns an unimpressed eyebrow on Eddie. “I know you’re in pain and all that, but that was a dick move. I thought you and Steve were okay.”

Eddie laughs, then just as suddenly winces. “I haven’t talked to the dude since he was in high school, little buddy.”

“What? No, but you- he- the gates, Lover’s Lake- wait, holy shit-”

“Language.”

“-do you remember why you’re here?”

Eddie shrugs. “I heard something about an earthquake? And I vaguely remember trying to keep you safe.”

“Oh, fuck,” Dustin breathes, and runs out of the room yelling for Steve.

“What, what, what?” Steve asks, irritated.

Dustin pauses to catch his breath. “Eddie doesn’t remember,” he tells Steve, whose eyes widen. “He thinks you haven’t spoken since you were in high school. He thinks he’s here because of an earthquake.”

Steve’s head drops to his chest as he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “Okay,” he says. “So what do we do?”

“We have to tell him,” Dustin says. “He’s still wanted for Chrissy. He needs to know what’s happening.”

“Okay,” Steve says, taking another breath. “Alright. Let’s go then.”

They make their way back to Eddie’s room, where he’s looking out the window. “Eddie?” Dustin asks.

“Henderson,” Eddie responds, smiling. “What was all that about?”

Dustin sighs, sits heavily in the chair. “Do you remember Chrissy?”

Eddie frowns. “Cunningham? The queen of Hawkins High?”

“Former queen,” Dustin says softly. “She died.” Eddie’s eyes widen. “In your trailer.”

Eddie’s eyes are saucers. “What?”

Dustin nods. “We know you didn’t do it, but a lot of people think you did.”

“Jason Carver,” Steve cuts in, scoffing. “Fuckin’ prick.”

Eddie raises a brow. “I woulda thought you two would be friends.”

Steve makes a face. “Maybe back when I was in high school. You do remember Byers beating the shit outta me, right?” He smirks. “I deserved it. Actually thanked the guy, if you can believe it.” He shrugs. “I haven’t been king of anything in a while, and I’m fine with that.”

“Well, shit,” Eddie says. “Sorry about what I said, then.”

Steve offers him a half-smile. “Considering you have no memory of what landed you in the hospital, you’re forgiven.”

Eddie frowns. “But I do remember. Or- not remember, per se, but while I was out I heard people talking. There was an earthquake.”

Steve screws his face up. “That was a cover up,” he says quietly. “The real story is way harder to believe.”

Eddie looks between Steve and Dustin. “Okay. You have my attention. What’s the real story?”

They slowly tell him, trading points, adding details when the other forgets.

“We were just about to separate,” Steve’s saying. “Me, Robin, and Nancy, and you and Dustin. You said my name, so I turned back around, and you said-”

“Make him pay,” Eddie whispers. “I remember. Holy shit. Holy shit.” He takes a few deep breaths. “Henderson?” He asks, not taking his eyes off Steve. “Give us a few minutes?”

Dustin looks between the two of them, but must see it on their faces, because he simply walks out without a word.

“Eds?” Steve asks, tearing up.

“Stevie,” Eddie answers, wiping his face. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”

“Oh, thank fuck,” Steve mutters, curling into Eddie. “Eddie.”

“‘M right here,” Eddie murmurs. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Steve leans up, brackets Eddie’s face in his hands. “I’m so glad you’re okay,” he whispers. “I was so scared-”

Eddie grimaces. “And then I scared you even more, huh? I’m so sorry, babe.”

Steve shakes his head. “You didn’t know. It’s okay. I just-” he sniffles. “I thought you’d finally wisened up, y’know? I thought you finally realized I’m always gonna be that douchebag I was in high school.”

“You’re not,” Eddie whispers, trying to tilt his face up. “Hey, give me a hand, here, I’m trying to kiss my boyfriend.” Steve laughs wetly, but seals their mouths together. “You’re not him,” Eddie whispers into Steve’s mouth. “You’re so much better.” He starts to grin. “You’re still bitchy, though, which personally I love.”

Steve looks at him hopefully. “Yeah?”

Eddie softens. “Yeah, sweetheart. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Steve whispers, pressing a last chaste kiss to Eddie’s lips. “What’re the odds Henderson’s right outside and heard everything?”

“It’s not my fault you’re not being quiet!”

#steddieweek2023 #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #dustin henderson #dustin and his dads #prompt: hurt/comfort #more emotional hurt/comfort than anything #I hope this still counts #starambles

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mlmxreader · 4 months

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My Love, My Beloved | Bi-Han x m!reader

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↳ ❝ Could you do Bi-han with prompts 7 and 8 with a male reader? ❞

: ̗̀➛ Bi-Han isn't very happy with you, but you do try and make it up to him.

: ̗̀➛ swearing, jealousy

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Bi-Han was not happy with you in the slightest; just the night before, he had caught you flirting with Kenshi Takahashi, and even worse, you were even touching him. He still hadn’t forgiven you for it, more grumpy than usual and constantly sighing and huffing.

Kuai Liang and Tomas had tried to talk him into actually telling you and communicating, but Bi-Han had no interest in it, and refused time and time again.

It wasn’t even until Kuai Liang spoke to you that you even had any idea that Bi-Han was upset; at first, admittedly, you were confused, but the more you thought about it, the more you understood. Bi-Han wasn’t exactly the warmest of people, but he also wasn’t the most communicative, either.

But then, he would also shut himself off emotionally, especially when he was upset.

You knew that you would have to make the first move, and although you spent much of the morning looking for him, you did eventually find him.

He was deep in the woods, sat with his legs folded as he clenched his jaw and glared at the other side of the river; everything around him was shades of blue and white, and when you sat down, you heard the crunch of ice and felt the cold creep up through your trousers.

You clenched your jaw, shivering a little as you nudged him gently. He only glared at you, huffing and shaking his head before turning his gaze back to the opposite side of the river. You sighed, swallowing thickly as you tried to ignore how cold it was.

“I missed you this morning,” you started, “as weird as it sounds, it was too warm without you there next to me… and I hate seeing you in such a massive strop, my beloved, you know that.”

He huffed in response, the short breath thick and grey as it left his nose.

You frowned. “I’m sorry for flirting with Kenshi. I didn’t mean to upset you, and it really was just a bit of banter… we’ve always been like that.”

He glared at you, and you could have sworn that you felt part of your heart freeze for a moment, your breath hitching.

“Bi-Han,” you grumbled, nudging him again. “C’mon, talk to me. Please?”

“You’re meant to be mine,” he hissed under his breath. “Only mine. And then I see you and Takahashi getting friendly at Madam Bo’s birthday, like it was fucking nothing!”

You hummed, leaning into him and resting your head on his shoulder. “It was nothing. Nobody could ever compare to you.”

Reluctantly, Bi-Han slung his arm around you to keep you close; clenching his jaw tightly as he scowled.

“I love you,” you told him earnestly, sincerely. “I said I’d be your husband one day, and I meant it… I didn’t mean to make you jealous, or feel like I didn’t want you anymore. I’ll always want you… it’s too warm without you.”

“Do you mean that?” He snapped. “Or is it another empty apology like when you stole my hairbands?”

“I bought you new ones, in all fairness,” you pointed out, making him laugh softly. “I got you laughing, Grandmaster.”

“Shut up,” Bi-Han huffed, rolling his eyes. Although he didn’t even try and bite back the smile budding across his lips.

“Not as grumpy as you wanna seem,” you sang softly, gently patting his knee to let him know to lean back. You sat yourself on his lap once he did, your hands on his chest.

He glared up at you, tilting his head to the side. “What are you doing?”

You shrugged, gently pushing him down and trying not to grin when he stretched his legs out, allowing you to straddle his waist properly. “Making a formal apology.”

He scoffed, quirking a brow. “Is that the best you can do?”

“For now,” you hummed. “Only because I thought you hated PDA.”

“I don’t see anyone around.”

You rolled your eyes, leaning down so that you could ghost your lips against his, making him lean up to try and kiss you. “Would you shut up and kiss me, you idiot?”

Bi-Han hated being told what to do, but he couldn’t resist as he grabbed the back of your neck with one hand, pulling you down as he let his other hand grab the side of your shirt; keeping you close as he kissed you harshly, revelling in how you kissed back.

It wasn’t that he was upset, it wasn’t that he was jealous, at least, he wasn’t anymore; your kiss was so warm, he couldn’t get enough, and when you pulled away, he pouted.

“Grandmaster Sub Zero,” you whispered against him. “I’m so sorry for making you feel unwanted and jealous. I promise that wasn’t my intention. Me and Kenshi are old friends, that’s all. We’ll never be anything but friends. Do I make myself clear?”

He nodded slowly, growling under his breath and grumbling for a moment. “You’re forgiven… only because you’ll be my husband.”

“That’s all I need to hear,” you laughed softly, collapsing against him and folding your arms against his collarbone. Resting your chin on your wrist. “I love you, too, y’know… I’m glad Tomas set us up all those years ago.”

Bi-Han rolled his eyes at the mention of his brother’s name. “It’s the only thing he’s ever done right.”

“He admits it,” you beamed, teasing him as you raised your brows. “The stone cold Grandmaster admits he loves me!”

“Quiet before someone hears you,” he snapped, although you could tell from the glint in his dark brown eyes that he was only half-serious.

“Make me,” you hummed, letting out a yelp and a soft laugh when he quickly pinned you beneath him, his hand slapped over your mouth.

“Shut up,” he hissed, glaring at you playfully.

You waited for him to pull his hand away as you grinned, licking your lips. “What are you gonna do if I don’t?”

“I’ll make you regret it,” Bi-Han warned, trailing his hand down to your chest and letting it rest against your heart. “My love.”

You copied him, letting your fingertips rest above his heart as you hummed. “Please do, my beloved.”

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oboetemasuka · 2 months

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Prisoner: @good-beans (main: @/good-beansdraws, alt: @/good-beanswrites)

Crimes:

Angsty fics ("Attraction Out of Service", "Enough (said)", "I prefer to not be disturbed"; granted, that last one is only sad in retrospect) and headcanons (7 guilties, LCSYS Amane, family reactions to disappearance)

Starting "Order of Attack" by putting out Amane's eye and writing two drabbles when I only asked for one. (If I had written it, Amane would've only been a bit scuffed.)

Writing another OoA drabble with zero prompting from me

Being scandalous on Valentine's Day.

#milgramblrgram

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sefikuraweek · 4 months

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Hey there, fellow Sefikura shippers! The year is hours away from its end over here (and it's ended in some places! Happy new year!) and it’s also time for another edition of the Sefikura Appreciation Week, an event that runs from January 25th through January 31st, during which you can share your love for this ship through fanworks in the #sefikuraweek tag.

Prompts can be found below. Feel free to be as creative with those as you can¹, and take your time working on your entries, but please don’t forget to post them in the right date².

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Jan. 25 || Day 1. Surrender

Jan. 26 || Day 2. Cage

Jan. 27 || Day 3. Revival

Jan. 28 || Day 4. Longing

Jan. 29 || Day 5. Otherworldly

Jan. 30 || Day 6. Void

Jan. 31 || Day 7. Ephemeral

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Please remember to include the week’s tag within the first 5 tags or else it might be almost impossible to find your work! If you fear you won’t be found anyway, please @ this blog or send a DM. Anything containing any Character/Ship Hate won’t be accepted, so avoid including those in your entries.(Making characters as villains is fine, however.) Also don’t repost anyone else’s work as your own! Definitely don’t harass other people and remember that fiction is fiction.

We’re also on other platforms as well! Find even more of the event in the AO3 COLLECTION or our very own TWITTER branch.

And if you have any questions, don’t be afraid of sending a message.

Hopefully it’ll turn out to be a fun event for everyone!

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¹: please remember to tag content appropriately

²: delays are completely forgiven and I’ll keep checking the tag for 7 days after the 31st just to be sure

#sefikura #sephcloud #ff7 #ff7 rebirth #ffvii #prompts #info

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lulublack90 · 2 months

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Prompt 7 - Phase

@jegulus-microfic March 7 Word count 727

Previous part First part

24 hours earlier -

James was reading up on everything he could find on Basilisk's and other magical serpents. When an owl appeared tapping on his bedroom window, he let it in, instantly recognising the squat little owl as Peter’s. A wave of guilt hit him. He hadn’t seen Peter in weeks. He’d been so wrapped up in taking care of Sirius and worrying about Regulus and Remus he hadn’t spared much thought for his other friend.

He took the note from the owl.

Hey James,

Long time no see. I’ll be at Cups and Saucers Tea Room in Diagon Alley at 4 pm if you’re around and fancy a catch-up.

Send a note back with Jupiter.

Peter

James hated that stuffy little tea room, but it was one of Peter’s favourites, and they didn’t go there often. He quickly scrawled an answer for Jupiter to take back and went back to his reading, looking forward to seeing his friend.

At five to four, he apparated into Diagon Alley and walked the short distance to the tea room. It was a narrow storefront with an absurdly large spinning cup and saucer on the front above the door.

James pushed the door and entered. A delicate bell tinkled as the door knocked against it, and a bored young witch stepped out from behind a curtain and greeted him with a dull monotone.

“Welcome to Cups and Saucers. How many in you’re party?”

“Er—two. I don’t know if my friend is here already.” He tried to peer around the host, but she unhelpfully blocked the entrance into the tea room.

“Right this way, sir,” She droned and turned, leading him to a small two-person table.

“James,” Peter called from the opposite corner.

“Oh, that’s my friend over there.”

“Whatever.” The bored witch had already wandered away back to her curtain. James went to sit at Peter’s table.

“I hope you don’t mind. I just ordered the afternoon tea and thought it would be easier. It has a really nice selection of sandwiches and cakes.” Peter chatted excitedly. James gave him a wide smile.

“Sure, Pete, sounds great.”

They didn’t have to wait long before their order was brought out by the bored witch.

“Here you go, enjoy boys.” She beamed before skipping back into the kitchens.

“Wait, what?” James looked towards the curtain and the kitchen door. Her strange behaviour didn’t seem to phase Peter at all.

“Twins,” Peter said as he helped himself to a cucumber sandwich. “So, how’s things? How’s your mum?”

“Oh, you know as well as we can be with a war on.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Mum’s fine, misses you. You should pop in and see her when you’re free.”

“Yeah, I miss her too. I’ll try and see her soon.”

They sat in companionable silence for a while while they made their way through the food.

They talked about pranks they’d pulled at Hogwarts and memories from when they were even younger before they’d met the others, and it was just James and Peter. Peter seemed to want to talk about those times more and kept steering them back to those memories whenever James brought up Sirius or Remus.

“Remember when we used your mum’s best tea set to collect frog spas from the pond? I thought she was going to disown you.” Peter laughed, spraying crumbs from his lips.

“Yeah, she’s never quite forgiven me for that one. She has to keep it turned the other way in the cupboard so she can’t see the chip in the lid.”

The cheery witch came out with their bill once they’d finished, and James paid for everything, refusing Peter’s pleas to at least let him pay half.

“No, no, my treat.” James insisted. He added a couple of extra Galleons as a tip, hoping to make the hostess smile.

They were just putting their coats and scarves on when Peter casually said.

“How’s Sirius doing? Not checked in with him for a while.”

“Oh, he’s fine. Bit bored, but he’s fine.” It was only after the words left his mouth that James realised what he’d done.

“That’s good. I’ll have to find some time to go see him and Remus as well.” He chuckled. James didn’t think the smile quite reached his eyes but shook off that feeling. It was only Peter, after all.

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writing0305 · 5 months

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Prompts.

Fluff.

“If you tell me what happened I can fix it. Whatever it is.”

2. "This cake reeks of resentment and bitterness." - "When we get to the party I'm going to need you to stop talking like that."

3. "Nothing could ever change how I feel for you."

4."I think I might love you."

5. "I can hear your heart beating, relax."

6. “Can… can I have a hug? Please?”

7. “Your mouth says you don’t like me but the way you stare at me tells me everything I need to know.”

8. "I think this is the part where you're supposed to kiss me"

9. "You know, ever since I saw you that day, I haven't stop thinking about you."

10. "Everything would be a lot easier if you fucking sat still."

11. "Glad to see that you decided to show up." - "I knew you'd be bored without me here."

12. "This may not mean much to you, but I have your back."

13. "There isn't anything that I wouldn't do for you."

14. "You need to know that I have grown to care for you. Deeply."

15. "Your jacket smells like you." - "Is that a good thing?" - "It’s… It’s comforting."

16. "I trust you. More than anyone else."

17. "I would do anything to keep her safe."

18. "You put a blanket over me when I was sleeping? What are we, an old married couple?"

Angst.

"The only thing about you that never disappoints, is your ability to disappoint."

2. "You couldn't live with your own failure, and where did that bring you? Yeah, right back to me."

3. “Holy shit… that’s a lot of blood...”

4. “Are you okay? does anything hurt? who did this to you?!”

5. "I don't want to see you!" "You can't be serious."

6. "You don't answer my texts or calls, how could I not be suspicious?" "No, you just don't trust me enough!"

7. “Who was that?”

8. “Just a friend, huh?”

9. “You two are so close, it’s adorable.”

10. "You are a brick tied to me that's dragging me down"

11. “Please, tell me this isn't your blood.”

12. “You were never going to tell me, were you?”

13. "I get everything I want"

14. "Get the fuck away from me."

15. "I don't know why I am upset about this so much. I never even liked him!"

16. "You know what's the saddest part? There was a time that I would've forgiven you if you just showed a little remorse. No more, though. I'm no longer a fool."

17. “Don’t you dare touch me.”

18. "... who did this to you?"

19. "...who's this?"

20. "What. the. fuck. is going on in here?"

21. "I need answers and I need them now."

22. "So, what's going on between you and [name] recently? You guys seem to have gotten close all of a sudden."

23. "Why are you so worked up?" "Because they wouldn't stop fucking staring at you like they wanted to eat you."

24. “I can’t leave you alone for one second without you hurting yourself, can I?” - “I mean, I’m fine so it’s okay—” - “No, it’s not okay. Not when I feel like I’m going to go batshit fucking crazy, thinking you’ve hurt yourself.“

25. "You lied to me. was i just a pawn in your game? the easiest one you can sacrifice ?"

26. “Why are you mad?” “I’m not mad, I just think you can choose better people to kiss.”

27. “You know I’d do anything to have you stay by my side, right? Anything.”

28. “I’m not even gonna lie, I’m just so fucking obsessed with you.”

29. "You have no idea what I'm capable of. "

30. "I wouldn't do that if i were you. "

31. “They would be so mad if they found out.” “fuck ‘em”

32. "You have no morals, you know that?" - "Morals will get you killed someday, dear.”

33. “Have you ever cared about anyone other than yourself?”

34. “How did you do that?”

35. ”Where were you last night?”

36. “He deserves to die after what he did to you. And I’ll bring it to him.”

37. “She's my date. Fuck off.”

38. “Why was he talking to you?”

39. “You won't go anywhere with him.”

40. “He touches you again and I won't guarantee you I won't kill him immediately.”

41. “You go near him ever again and I'll kill him.”

42. “Whether you like it or not, you're safest with me.”

43. “Yeah, I killed him! He used to hit you! What did you expect me to do?! Leave him alone?”

44. "I didn’t know where else to go. "

45. "Clean yourself up. You're getting blood all over the place."

46. "Why are you avoiding me?"

Pregnancy/Children.

“Our babies would be so cute.” - “Oh, yeah?”

2. “Wait- we’re having a baby?”

3. “Heartbeats? Plural? There’s more than one?!”

4. “That baby is lucky to have you as a mother.”

5. “Your child has been kicking me all day.”

6. “You’re doing so well sweetheart. Just a few more weeks. My superwoman.”

7. “Go easy. You are carrying my child.”

8. "Of course I'm pregnant! Can't you see that?" - "Well, I didn't want to assume and be rude."

9. "Is there something you wanted to tell me?"

10. "Well, we both made that baby." - "Don't remind me."

11. “I have a kid?”

12. “He/she’s mine too.”

13. “Anyone fucking hurts my kid again, I’ll kill them.”

14. “I have a right to be in my kids life.”

15. “How could you hide this from me?”

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calaisreno · 1 year

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All the Rest

Prompt: Rest

You’re a ghost, I think. Pale and thin, you’ve been wandering the earth, chains clanking, a wan spirit dragging your sins all the way back to me. Your sins: what you did to me, telling me not to believe in you, making me watch as you fell. The headstone that guards your bones. The empty chair, the empty flat. The endless days and nights.

Not a ghost. Not dead.

Anger is first. You planned this, you did this deliberately, you left me to grieve for two years. Two years without you. Two years when you’ve been doing god knows what with god knows who… two years when you assumed I’d be here waiting for you…

But then I see your pain. I remember your voice on the phone, telling me to keep my eyes fixed on you. Your voice full of tears, you begged, please, do this for me.

I see you.

You’re wearing a fake moustache to make me laugh. You make a joke so I won’t know you’re crying inside. You’re afraid I won’t want you, that I’ve moved on.

No, Sherlock. I’m here. I didn’t know it, but I was waiting for you.

Time resumes. The earth revolves, orbiting around the sun, all of us hurtling through space as if it’s completely normal. And it is.

I come home.

I have questions, but I don’t ask. It is what it is: you’re back, and I don’t care how or why. I only care that you’re alive.

You eat and sleep, accepting my nagging as love. Eventually you tell me everything. You explain that you couldn’t have done anything else. You’re sorry. You would do it again, if you had to, if it meant keeping me alive.

I’ve already forgiven you.

There are moments when I wake up, thinking you’re still dead. When that happens, I need to reach across the bed, pull you against me, weep into your hair.

You have nights like that too, when you find yourself wandering the streets of a strange city, danger shadowing your steps. You have scars that tell me what you suffered, even when you can’t.

My bruises have faded, but still ache sometimes; I accept this. Everything has a price, including love.

There are other moments when two years are just a dream, something that happened when I was sleeping last night: you’ve never died, I’ve never grieved, there’s nothing to forgive. It’s the day I fell in love. The night I first chased after you, tracking danger.

Everything, you whisper, I want all of you.

I’m yours, I reply.

We make love. (There can never be too much of that.) We make more. Then we lie in a sweaty tangle, hearts beating. Alive.

“I didn’t know you would grieve so,” you say. “I thought I’d be back sooner.”

I kiss you again, for all the times I missed kissing you. “It’s all right,” I say. “You’re alive. You’re here.”

I could explain to you that love isn’t the same as happiness, that forever can’t be guaranteed. If I had grieved less, it would mean I’d loved less. I was willing to live the rest of my years without you because the short time I’d had you was the best part of my life. I would have stayed there, loving you, if that was all I could have.

None of that needs to be said.

“Rest now,” I whisper. “We’re here.”

572 words; microfic. This is sort of a sequel to yesterday's prompt: Blue. Here you go, an antidote to angst. I hope it's not cheating that I'd already written most of it before I saw today's prompt. Thank you, @notjustamumj for reading my mind ;-)

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rom-e-o · 11 months

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20 Questions! Ebenezer/Constance Headcanons

I’m working on another larger project for these two, but in the interim, here’s an OC prompts tag. I mashed a few different lists together to create a list that made sense for an 1800s-verse story. These are just for fun, haha!

So, allons-y!

Who’s the primary protector of the two?

Both are quite ferocious, but in different ways! Ebenezer is the more obviously and openly protective one. He has a more domineering presence and quite the harsh tongue, although after his visits with the spirits, he doesn’t enjoy using it. There will be times at parties where someone will be making eyes at his wife and he’ll send a glare in their direction. Constance is much harder to provoke, but if someone goes after someone she cares for, she is a socialite trained in the ways of verbal fencing. If she truly wants to ruin someone, her words can be as cutting and lethal as blades.

2. Who sleeps in and who is the early bird?

Before meeting Constance, Ebenezer had always been an early riser. He kept a strict schedule of rising at sunrise daily, even on ‘days off.’ However, after meeting Constance (and especially after they start sleeping together and enjoying each other’s company late into the night) he learns to enjoy sleeping in. It’s hard to leave the warmth of the bed, especially when he’s got his arms wrapped around his often-nude lover.

3. Who is the least patient?

Both are pretty much the same. Both are incredibly patient, sometimes to a fault. This sometimes results in delayed communication on things that could be brought up sooner. Thankfully, most issues that could evolve into fights are resolved because they do communicate and know to bring up potential misunderstandings before they grow into something harder to control

4. Which of the two listens to old music and which one is more into the newer stuff?

Ebenezer and Constance both enjoy the works of Mozart, and Ebenezer particularly enjoys the works of composers from this Classical period. Constance enjoys music and orchestras, but is much more open to different genres of opera and theater. More often than not, she breaks him out of his comfort zone and encourages him to come with her to see a newer production.

5. Who’s the first one to quit a new hobby because they’re not great at it on the first try?

Constance, just because of her lower self-confidence. To be fair, she is also the one who is much more likely to try new things in general, while Ebenezer tends to stay in what he sees as ‘his lane.’

6. Who holds a grudge the longest?

Ebenezer will hold a grudge the longest. If his trust in someone is spoiled, it will be very difficult to rebuild, even if he tells someone they are ‘forgiven’.

7. Who secretly knows all the lyrics to the other’s favorite songs but refuses to expose themselves?

Ebenezer. Once he learns about an opera she loves or a play she likes, he’ll learn the numbers to sing them or perform them on the piano.

8. Who’s more likely to cry about a plant dying?

CONSTANCE. She is a terrible gardener, despite her best efforts.

9. Which of the two is the most outspoken?

Constance is much more extroverted and outgoing, but is also easily embarrassed. Ebenezer is more reserved, but also more confident.

10. Which of the two is quick to speak and which one is quick to listen?

Although Ebenezer is the more quiet of the two, he find it easy to open up to Constance and chat. He could talk for hours about projects or details of work, and Constance never cuts him off. Ever. In the same vein, he is always entertained and smitten when she rambles about topics she adores.

When it comes to getting a word in against a foe, Ebenezer is more likely to snap, and has done it before.

11. Who’s the most eager to have kids?

Ebenezer has always secretly wanted children, despite what happened to his sister in childbirth. Seeing Harry and Hela’s baby reawakened that desire of his to start a family.

12. Which of the two rolls their eyes the most often?

EBENEZER. All the time, but never in a mean-spirited way.

13. Who’s an open book and which one is more reserved?

Connie is the open book, and Ebenezer is more reserved. She goes all in, and he keeps his cards closer to his chest. This carries over into the bedroom as well, where Constance is often the one to...inspire new positions and actions.

14. Who gets the most invested in their hyperfixations?

Ebenezer. He sometimes gets so engrossed in his work, projects, or other hobbies (particularly the detail-oriented ones, such as tabulating data for different accounts) that hours to an entire day will pass. Constance has to remind him to eat or rest sometimes, especially if he’d determined to meet a deadline.

“Have you eaten today?”

“Huh? Oh, um...I suppose I became distracted.”

“I had a feeling. Here, I brought you a pastry and tea. Can you spare a few moments for a break?”

“Heavens above, what would I do without you?”

15. Which one’s the first to help a stranger in need?

Ebenezer. He literally met Constance because she was wandering London in need of shelter. He offered her shelter when she was basically homeless, and that led to their entire courtship and romance.

16. Which of the two is the most gullible?

Constance, but she knows she’s gullible. It’s mostly out of kindness rather than actual naivete.

17. Which of the two acts bothered by the other one but secretly enjoys every second of it?

Ebenezer has a tendency to roll his eyes when Constance, well, acts like herself. She enjoys being theatrical, flirty, fun and being a little silly. The eye-rolls and sighs are all in good fun, with him more so playing along with the act rather than actually expressing discomfort or annoyance.

18. Who’s more likely to get into a bar fight?

Ebenezer, likely because someone had the audacity to insult Constance or make a lewd joke at her expense. She, on the other hands, usually takes words/insults on the nose. A couple shots of straight vodka or gin helps take the edge off.

19. Who’s the optimist and who’s the pessimist?

Ebenezer is quite the optimist since his redemption. While being a pessimist is in his nature, he tries to look on the bright side more often and keep his mind open to scenarios or events. Contrarily, Constance is an optimist naturally, but prone to depression, hopelessness and mania. Usually, if one is experiencing mania or sadness, the other can jump in.

20. Who is the most amorous?

THEY ARE EQUALLY GUILTY. They both not only switch the roles of initiator and receiver, but also top and bottom.

#scrooge netflix #scrooge: a christmas carol #scrooge x oc #oc constance

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E Rated Fics Masterlist (17)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14 / Part 15 / Part 16 /

Created: November 17th, 2023

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Run Away With Me?-endlessnightlock (ao3) Summary: Written to fulfill a request for a smutty college a/u and a drabble prompt titled- "Run Away With Me"? Katniss and Peeta meeting at a college party. Sparks fly and sex happens.

Ruse-purple_cube (ao3) Summary: Mockingjay Chapter 23: “I should have volunteered to take your place in the first Games,” Gale tells him. “Protected her then.” “You couldn’t,” says Peeta. “She’d never have forgiven you." A canon AU spanning seven years, beginning when Gale volunteers for Peeta.

Saint Peeta-thegirlonpeetamellark (ao3) Summary: Katniss and Peeta in college. He wants her. She wants him. So, what’s the problem?

Seam Girls-AyYouFiction (ao3) Summary: After an explosion in the mines left her father disabled, Katniss has been the one to provide for herself, her parents and her two sisters. It's a life she's grown comfortable with. One revelation will change all of that.

Second Chances-angylinni (ao3) Summary: Katniss and Peeta had the perfect relationship until she freaked out and pushed him away. A year later, her best friend and her former boyfriend hatch a plot to get her to realize that she can have good things, if she lets herself.

Selective Focus-hutchabelle (ao3) Summary: Katniss Everdeen, editorial photographer for GQ magazine, can’t stop looking at proofs from her photoshoot with Peeta Mellark, a high-powered sports marketer for the LA Galaxy. Her daydreams cause her to lose her focus when she imagines them together.

Seven Minutes, Seven Years, and Six Kisses-nonemoreblack (ao3) Summary: Peeta Mellark was her first kiss. Her first French kiss. Her first heated groping session in the dark. But without a stupid party game, he may not have been any of those things at all.

Sexiled-mrsbonniemellark (ao3) Summary: Kicked out of her dorm room for the night, Katniss turns to Peeta for help.

Shifting Hues-nonemoreblack (ao3) Summary: Katniss has always been the best thing about his birthday. And this year, she is completely his. "No Surprises" outtake.

Size Matters-hutchabelle (ao3) Summary: Katniss has very little desire to attend a Halloween party hosted by a new neighbor, but her sister insists.

#e #masterlist #everlark #everlark fanfiction #thg #thg fanfiction #e masterlist

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41, 19, or 30 for magjam? 👀

I am once again combining prompts (and adding 7 as requested!) because I cannot be stopped and this idea would not leave me!!

[A kiss... 7. to shut them up 19. for luck 30. as comfort 41. because the world is saved.]

The guitar tech took his Les Paul a while ago and Magnus still flexes his fingers in uncertainty. He could only tune it so many times, and it's going to get checked again before he goes on stage.

On stage.

The crowd is electric, not the frenzy of years past, judging by the footage he's seen countless times. It's more like a machine running again after years of disuse. The startup had some stutters, but soon it purred, and now it roars, steady as a united pride of beasts.

Pickles has still got it, two decades, several crises, and an apocalypse later. Once more, Magnus hears the music fade to a gentle pulse, Shayla's velvet voice murmuring something in reply to Pickles’ quip as the crowd gently laughs.

And soon, the frontman-drummer-god-frontman will call Magnus from the shadows to join him in the spotlight, and Magnus is “sweating like a sinner in church”, as Jimi would say. Or maybe not, as she's assured him time and again that he's forgiven, all is forgiven, and that despite his role, he need not worry about anything the Church might say.

At least not right now.

It's really not the time to have another spiritual and identity crisis. He's only got a few minutes, and he's drenched, and it doesn't really matter that he doesn't do that open-jacket-no-shirt thing anymore (can't, really, because the scars are still hard to look at, let alone be perceived) because he still feels like a pig at the Fourth of July barbecue–

He feels her before she reaches him; a glow at his back, the sliver of the brightening sky before dawn. Magnus turns, and there's Jimi, radiant in the dark of the backstage, walking up to him with concern and question in her dark eyes.

“Jimi, hey.” Magnus stops flexing his hands, folding into fists instead. “I–”

“Mhm.” She doesn't wait, reaching out to take his hand. As always, she finds a way into those closed spaces, her fingers easing his fist open, her hand closing around his damp palm. “Come on.”

She pulls him back into the dressing room and closes the door behind them.

Magnus releases the breath he's been holding and lifts his arms obediently when Jimi tugs on his shirt. “Where are–?”

“With the others,” Jimi answers as she pulls off his shirt and presses soft kisses to the perimeter of his scars before he can think to cover them. “Chevy's still running in circles, Slayer is napping. Nairi was gonna come in here, but I told her I've got it.”

“Ah.” He feels just the smallest pang of regret when Jimi steps away to face the clothes rack and loosely crosses his arms in front of his chest. It's a bit chilly back here, that's all. “I'm–I'm good, Jimi. Really.”

“I know you are,” she says sweetly, turning back to him with a deep, plum colored button-up. “And you're gonna do great.”

“But–”

“No buts!” There's laughter in her voice, and she's totally at ease, grinning in her gap-toothed way up at him, holding up the shirt as Magnus turns and slides his arms through the sleeves. “You've all worked hard these past few months, and you were gorgeous during the soundcheck. You'll do great.”

“I just…”

Her fingertips brush against his skin as she buttons up his shirt, leaving the top two undone, and then the bottom three, giving a peek of his bellybutton.

Magnus wants to smile, chuffs out something that could have been a laugh as Jimi experiments in different ways of tucking in his shirt.

“It's just…” He swallows, but it doesn't do much to ease the rasp in his throat. “I missed some notes during practice, what if it happens here? And no one's expecting me, I mean, who even wants me here? They could start to walk out and Pickles will start to fucking panic and–”

Soft hands circle the sides of his neck and pull his face down to meet her lips, and the surge of panic starts to fade. Calloused hands find soft hips. Her lips part.

Magnus closes his eyes and sinks in. Soon, he is back among the tide, and Jimi holds him through the flow and ebb. Here, where the dark meets the light and chaos once laid with cosmos, as did gloom with night. Here, they are eternal and alive and the sky no longer bleeds red.

They are safe. All is well. And they will persevere.

They pull back with a sigh, and if it weren't for Jimi's hands on him, Magnus would melt into the floor. He rests his forehead against hers and lets the tension slip from his weary back and shoulders. Breathes with her. Resists the urge to let go and meld with her because there will be time enough for that after this.

He opens his eyes and Jimi looks back at him with the sparkling infinite reflected in hers.

“You don't need it,” she says softly. “But good luck out there.”

Magnus can only nod.

He shrugs into his jacket before exiting the room, Jimi leaving with another kiss pressed to his cheek before she hurries back to where the others wait to watch his performance. His rebirth.

The crowd swells with excitement as Magnus approaches, retrieving his guitar from the tech waiting on standby. He slips the strap over his shoulder with all the practiced ease of a veteran, a master of his craft. The Les Paul feels weightless. He takes a deep breath, stands tall. Wipes his palms on his pants one last time as he waits just off stage.

“Now, fer my next guest… Well, he's more like my partner in crime. Another one, anyway. Heh.” A laugh from the crowd, a playful riff from Pickles’ rhythm guitarist. “These days, he's a partner in other ways, too.”

“Another one?” Shayla asks in that smokey, unbothered tone of hers.

Pickles laughs. “I know, right? I'm a real collector over here!”

Magnus gives a wry grin at that. That's right – he and Pickles are a great team. And once they stand there together and let their music ring out across creation, the surrounding land will flourish. The crowd will know his name and thrive.

He's here, he's alive, and while that may not be enough for him just yet, one day, it will be. Since it's not just about him. His role is so much bigger than himself and today, and for the rest of his days, infinite as they may be, he'll play to the best of his ability.

For the Earth. For their progeny. For the love he found distilled once he purged himself of liquid hatred.

A spotlight clicks to life before him.

“Ladies ‘n’ gentleman ‘n’ all the rest – Magnus Hammersmith!”

He steps out into it.

[Send me a number and a ship and I will write a kiss]

#metalocalypse #magnus hammersmith #pickles the drummer #jamila calabash #mtl oc #magjam #snb II #my writing

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LynMars's RoevemberXIV 2023

Using Boreal Tempest and Roe Fizzlebeef's prompt list, I tried to keep it fairly simple this go 'round.

...And I still didn't complete the entire list. November turned out to be busier than usual with guests, concerts, US holiday, and outings--which were great! But also a busier than usual time at work, which has been uh, less conducive to creativity, let's say. Also probably just need a break as I'm keen on writing original work lately.

So here's what got completed before I lost steam:

1 Water (Sunset at the Lavender Beds) 2 Earth (Gardening) 3 Ice (Blizzard) 4 Light (Temperance) 5 Fire (Hearth) 6 Wind (Fair Winds to Guide - The Wanderer's Minuet) 7 Lightning (Royal Levin) 8 Dark ("That's my name.") 9 Spring (Felina: Eternal Spring) 10 Summer (Iron Summer - fruits of the season) 11 Autumn (Of the True Autumn) 12 Winter (Singing Willow - a cup of warmth) 13 Work (There's always more to be done) 14 Play (Recreational Punching) 15 Morning (Returning to a Reborn Realm) 16 Noon (Ever Looking Heavensward) 17 Night (A beacon of hope) 18 Sin Eater (Felina vs the Forgiven - "No further!") 19 Voidsent (POV: So you're friends with the Warrior of Light...)

There's one or two other posts with just glams and posing too, so keep an eye on this tag, and we'll see if next year's less busy!

#final fantasy xiv #Lyn Edits #RoevemberXIV #Roegadyn #Hellsguard #Galdjent #FemRoe #Roegadame #Dark Autumn #Felina #Singing Willow #Iron Summer

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zenmai--jikake--no--komoriuta · 2 months

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MiqoMarch'24, Day #7: - light -

A bit of a different take on this prompt, today is all about sin eater D'nyr from the point of view of an alternate timeline where he really did become a Lightwarden!

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀- observations log. 1/5/XX, day.?? - ……..thus the creature was bestowed the title of Forgiven Temperance by its former allies, following the meaning of self-sacrifice and asceticism; excessive restraint/repression of one’s self for others benefit. At his core, one can suppose that this was both his fatal flaw and driving virtue! The poor soul… To date, nobody knows for sure what the beast fully looks like, not even those who fled the site of its transformation at the depths of The Tempest! It has scarcely budged from its initial location a few moons ago… obvious logistical reasoning aside, only a scant few exploration teams have had the wherewithal to venture down there past the safety of the Ondo's dwellings. Reports have led us to believe that the creature is covered in sharp spines and has monstrously large "claw-hands" (as it was described), or possibly some sort of scorpion-like tail as well? Its profile is unclear and hard to make out in the murk from such a distance, but one thing is unanimously clear; all of our teams have fled after seeing what they claimed to be "horrifying gold eyes" staring back at them! Yet the beast has not once given chase upon sighting our researchers, which is just as unsettling as it is perplexing… Due to the unique constraints inherent to its location, we are at present unable to cull the Lightwarden and return the night to the region of Kholusia. Mercifully, its light has not pierced anywhere else due to the sheer distance from the water's surface acting as a convenient attenuating filter, but one could surmise that if the beast were to emerge then all of Norvrandt would be under light pall again… its effect on the populace is quite clear: residents have responded with equal levels of fear and also apathy to this situation, as while some are content to live their lives as they had been before (with the beast effectively "out of sight and out of mind" and therefore not a problem), others are starting to become fearful of the ocean entirely (a complicated notion, due to their relative proximity at all times to it)! Disquieting rumors have started to spread amongst fishermen and sailors alike, that if you venture too close to the ocean you'll be dragged under by the Lightwarden, never to be seen again… though one would hope most people would question how bogus this sounds-- if you'll excuse me interjecting my own personal opinion... at this juncture I simply cannot see the Lightwarden ascending from the briny deep just to prey on hapless passersby when it has showed absolutely no inclination towards moving from even just one single spot-- it has nonetheless had a noticeable impact on the region's imports and exports of fish, so now we must find an effective way to quell the people's terror to rectify the economic impacts alongside dealing with the creature too………..

------ (as a bonus, have the rough draft of his Lightwarden trial encounter under the cut! because I am sad it will never get to see the light of day otherwise and I was proud of the concept years ago lmao)

CONCEPT: . Overall theme is “the breaking down of appearances to reveal what was always there, but hidden away”-- stage and boss both change per phase to reflect this, going from a more idealistic “this is what the WoL as a sin-eater would look and fight like” to a “ohhh god what is that that’s not the WoL anymore” . Mechanics are based around D’nyr’s repressed feelings towards others (loneliness, anger/the need to lash out sometimes, not always saying how he feels, his dislike of others putting him on a pedestal, etc.) and the world at large (eg. the fragility of life, futility of some things, etc.) and his unfulfilled hopes and wants (to live unfettered by responsibility to the world, to settle down with a family of his own someday, etc.)

PHASE 1: . Certain mechanics grant a stacking buff to the boss (Fervent Denial), which is necessary to progress the fight! These mechanics have an interrupt bar and represent the feelings and things that D’nyr has repressed-- if the cast is interrupted, the buff will not be given, increasing the flat % of damage taken from the ultimate attack at the end of the next phase [it's calculated based on the damage dealt to the boss in the first phase (% thresholds that indicate how much it weakens the overall ult damage by), as well as the actual phase progress bar (below 80% is no extra damage, at 80-90% it is +3% extra damage, 90-99% an 5% extra damage, and 100% a flat wipe)] . In a meta sense, the only way to put him down for good is to damage him when he is at his most vulnerable (ie, his final form), and the only way to get him to show that is to let him go berserk and not deny him the things he’s been disallowing himself all this time-- as D’nyr at his core would never allow himself these actions, it causes a “breakdown” of the mask (literally, the bosses’ one too [he has a blank slate mask with a golden kintsugi X like D'nyr's scar, for context]) and internal walls holding him back, fracturing his perceived sense of self and causing him to shift into a form that represents all of these denied things, which is what truly needs to be destroyed/purified! . Normal mode has 7 chances to grant Fervent Denial giving some leeway for mistakes (the buff stacks cap at 5 however, so it is not possible to get 7 stacks despite there being opportunities to do so), but Extreme only has the exact 5 chances needed to progress! If players have not let the boss reach at least 5 stacks by the time the hard-enrage longcast goes out, the party will wipe. . Fervent Denial also slightly increases damage dealt by the boss, so he will gradually hit harder and harder over time, plateauing right before the phase change. . After the boss uses its phase-shift move (what would normally be the yet-unnamed hard-enrage longcast), the stacking buff will disappear and the boss will become untargetable, beginning the DPS check phase.

DPS CHECK: . Unfinished from here on out-- but basically beating up… some kind of add, and while you do that the boss' mask slowly cracks with bright light before shattering into his second form and unleashing his ultimate attack (he becomes more agitated and spiny-looking but I never finished designing any of his forms so just imagine the possibilitiiiiies)

PHASE 2 & 3: . To be continued……. or not! maybe someday :')

#this was SO MUCH FUN #I've had sin eater stuff in the works for years and some finished scraps of info here and there but nothing complete enough to show #it's basically a few pages of bullet points spitballing various ideas but when I went to actually draw out and design the bastard-#-I could never make something I was completely happy with so I kept dropping the idea for later and never really finished it #it's a shame because I can FEEL internally like I have a great design somewhere in there but I can't seem to put it to paper well.......#I figured journal-style prose would be ideal for today bc I can be as vague as I want to explain the lack of concrete design lmao #ALSO I had none of the tempest stuff written beforehand and it all just snowballed and led more and more into itself as I wrote-- fantastic #it just writes itself and I'm so fucking jazzed about that because it's giving me fresh ideas to work with and augfljgfdk I LOVE IT #MiqoMarch2024 #MiqoMarch #ffxiv #d'nyr fellcrest #d'nyr

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The Official Darksiderstober for 2022 is here, and oh boy is this cause for celebration! It’s officially been 2 years since I did the last one, not counting last year since I didn’t finish every day, but i am so happy I got to do it completely this time. My style has definitely improved since then, and drawing Darksiders is all sorts of fun. I wanted to thank you guys for following the Darksidersober journey this year, as well as thank @imagine-darksiders for starting and sponsoring it! She helps keep the fandom alive with her artwork and writing so highly recommend checking it out! I also wanted to thank @another-darksiders-blog for making the prompts this time, as well as participating with epic entries this year! Wanted to mention @doodlesdreaming , to check out some of the amazing pieces they did for it in case you guys wanted to see others work for Darksiderstober this year. Thank you everyone, and hope to see you guys next year!

Day 1: Spooky

Day 2: Blacksmith

Day 3: Bugs

Day 4: Frost

Day 5: Alternate Universe

Day 6: Flight

Day 7: Nephilim

Day 8: Chains

Day 9: Putrid

Day 10: Swarm

Day 11+12: Light and Dark

Day 13: Humanity

Day 14: Clashing Blades

Day 15: Survival

Day 16: Alliance

Day 17: Hollows

Day 18: Eden

Day 19: Your Oc

Day 20: Guilt

Day 21: Cobwebs

Day 22: Comfort

Day 23: Demon lord

Day 24: Storm

Day 25: Deadly sin

Day 26: Merchant

Day 27: Flesh+Bone

Day 28: Pumpkins

Day 29: Forgiven

Day 30: United

Day 31: Celebration

Artwork and Ocs are mine

All Darksiders characters belong to Darksiders universe

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Fluffbruary - Day 7 (Energy)

Seventh day of @fluffbruary, using the prompt "energy"

I'm late, I know. Now shut up and read

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"How energetic she is." Said Lestrade

"I wonder where she gets that from." John replied, feigning exasperation.

Greg laid a hand on his shoulder in friendship. "Must keep your days busy between her and the big kid."

John sighed heavily, and Greg laughed.

They were due to leave for the park when Greg arrived. Rosie was desperate to go so Greg had offered to follow them and that he would talk to them when they got there. John had sent him a relieved look, he knew it would be impossible to keep her in the flat when he had promised a trip to the park.

"What did you want to talk to us about?" John finally asked once they had sat down on a free bench.

"A paperwork thing, a quick thing to do but I knew Sherlock would grumble about coming all the way to NSY." Explains Greg. "I have the papers with me for you to sign and we'll all be out of your hair."

John took the famous papers that Greg brandished out of his satchel that he has with him. He signs while keeping an eye on Rosie playing among the bushes.

"How's it going?" Greg asked, before clarifying when John frowned. "With Sherlock? He's not a patient person, so seeing him play with a child is something I wouldn't think I'd ever see."

"I was thinking the same thing." He glanced toward Sherlock and his daughter studying a sheet of paper. When he'd offered to come back to Baker Street, he'd never said yes so quickly. "I was afraid he'd go back on his decision after we moved in."

Greg nodded, understanding what he meant. "Rosie may be cute, but she's very energetic." He saw her often and every time, the little girl was happy to see him and let everyone in the apartment, but also in the building, know it.

At the same time, Rosie squealed with joy when Sherlock took her on his shoulders, allowing her to see the world from a higher perspective. Greg sees his detective friend's eyes shine.

"Amazingly, Sherlock can handle her energy waves," John continues, "He's so caring with her. I've never seen him like that with anyone else."

"I have."

John turned his head toward his friend. He waited for him to explain.

"With you. And yes," Greg continued when John wanted to contradict him, "I'm serious. Especially since he came back from his two-year absence. He was always careful with what you wanted."

"If he had been careful with what I wanted, he wouldn't have lied to me."

"That's bullshit and you know it." Greg replied coldly. He likes John, he's been a good friend since they've known each other but sometimes he infuriates him. "He had no choice, it was either this or our death to Mrs. Hudson, you or me. You know Sherlock cares too much about the three of us to put our lives at risk."

John says nothing. He knows Greg is right, he has even forgiven Sherlock, but the betrayal he felt sticks in his throat.

Greg sighed. There's no point in going down this road. "Anyway, you're catching the eye of all the women with Rosie." Greg joked.

John smiled, happy that they start again on a lighter subject. He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know, I don't pay attention."

Greg slapped his arm. "Don't be coy! I saw all the stares turn to you when you had the stroller to come here."

"If you say so."

"How !? John-three-continents-Watson, the man who shunned bachelorhood, doesn't notice when he's getting in women's eyes ? I must be dreaming !"

John laughs and tells Greg to lower his voice, like two teenage girls talking about a boy.

"Tell me you're kidding."

John nods. "Really ! I'm not interested anymore."

"Okay, you lost me. What made you change your mind ?"

At the same time, Rosie started running toward them, Sherlock behind her. She began to quickly explain what she had just learned about the leaves and trees in the park, and John had a hard time understanding it all with her rapid speech rate despite her young age and lack of vocabulary.

Sherlock sat down next to John and kissed his cheek. Greg's jaw dropped.

"You should shut your mouth Lestrade, the flies don't come to your stomach by themselves." Sherlock mocked with a sneer. John pinched his thigh. Be kind.

"You...you..." He stutters, pointing at them in turn. Then he begins to laugh. "We've been waiting for this for so long !" exclaimed Greg before leaning over to John to tell him. "I understand better now why you're not interested anymore."

Sherlock frowned. "What are you talking about ?"

"Nothing." Said John innocently, "Just that I live with two energetic kids."

Sherlock looked even more confused. "But... you only have Rosie." John and Greg smiled at the observation genius' lack of understanding. The latter seemed to understand several seconds later. "This is a joke about me, right?"

John and Greg explode with laughter.

(tell me if you want to be tagged) @topsyturvy-turtely

#fluffbuary 2023 #johnlock fic #bbc sherlock #johnlock #my fics #day seven #energy #parentlock #fluffbruary #fluff #Greg was tired to wait #i can't blame him

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Hey there, fellow Sefikura shippers! The year is about to end and it’s also time for another edition of the Sefikura Appreciation Week, an event that runs from January 25th through January 31st, during which you can share your love for this ship through fanworks in the #sefikuraweek tag.

Prompts can be found below. Feel free to be as creative with those as you can¹, and take your time working on your entries, but please don’t forget to post them in the right date².

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Jan. 25 || Day 1. Remembrance

Jan. 26 || Day 2. Self Care

Jan. 27 || Day 3. Umbrella

Jan. 28 || Day 4. Free Day

Jan. 29 || Day 5. Time

Jan. 30 || Day 6. Sword

Jan. 31 || Day 7. Imperfection

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goneahead · 2 years

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notes: Written for the first week of prompts over at 1-million-words.livejournal.com (and hosted by the awesome @simplyn2deep !!) The song in #7 is ‘You Give Me Fever’. Max would totally not think to change the pronouns :-)

~~Making Money~~

Steve looked entirely too pleased with himself as he dangled the winning auction ticket in front of his partner. “I want my date now.”

“I hate you so, so, so much.”

~~Red Light~~

“STEVE!!!!”

“It was still yellow, Danny.”

“And THAT is an arrow, you idiot, and THAT arrow says you are driving the WRONG WAY!!!!”

~~Fire~~

“You set my truck on fire!”

“Me? This was your dumbass plan!”

~~Wrong Turn~~

“I’m late because I took a wrong turn—sir.”

“Just give me the keys, Junior, and Renee never has to know I let you drive her car.”

“Um, the stolen diamonds, our suspect, and your wife’s car are on a ship that’s bound for Hong Kong—sir.”

~~Black Cat~~

Danny froze, staring in disbelief at the cases of Black Cats in the Camaro’s trunk.

“You know that favor we owe Kamekona?”

“A favor is getting him a prime spot at the next food fair—not smuggling contraband fireworks in the car I just got back from the body shop, Steven!”

~~Hope~~

Steve tiptoed into the icy silence of Danny’s office, and set down both a dessert and a spoon.

Danny sighed, and dug the spoon into the hot fudge sunday. “Just for the record, me eating this does not mean you are forgiven, Steven Jack McGarrett.”

~~Fever~~

Max took the microphone, gave Sabrina a shy smile—and then belted out, “Never know how much I love you, never know how much I caaaare!”

When he reached ‘he gives me fever with his kisses’, Danny leaned over. Steve gave him a third beer grin—and met him halfway.

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