#rating:g

[nkhrchuwuya]

nightmares

bungou stray dogs | G | 736 words

 nakahara chuuya x reader/oc

despite nightmares plaguing your sleep, there’s always someone warm to wake up to.

the nightmare is something else. there's someone chasing you with a knife first, before the scene shifts and instead you're faced with something more threateningly personal. it twists and turns into a horror show and the you in the dream can only duck and hide or run. except there's only so many places to hide in or go.

"-by. hey."

the monster lurks in the corner of your eye, and you're sure this time it's going to get you. you can almost feel it's slimy limbs encircling your wrist, and just the thought of it sends a shiver down your spine.

"-ke up. baby."

the floor creaks underneath the monster's weight and you close your eyes, accepting your fate. you hear its breath hovering so close to you. and just as it's about to open its cavernous mouth-

"baby. hey. come on, wake up."

the first splash of oxygen into your lungs jolts you awake. the room is dark, but familiar; nothing like the long hallways or dim streets you were traversing much earlier. there's a warm heat along your shoulders and on your hand, but it's comforting rather than revolting. slowly, the nightmare dissipates as you sink backward onto your savior's embrace.

"wanna talk about it?" chuuya asks, rubbing your shoulders and squeezing your hand.

you take a deep breath. "i don't remember all of it. just a lot of darkness and running around from monsters and people that weren't... safe."

"well you're safe now," he assures, presses a kiss on your temple as your breathing slowly evens. he takes his time with you, never rushing, knowing how much these nightmares shake you so deeply. you do your best to focus on his warmth and his company instead, letting go of the disturbing imagery that tried to sear itself into your brain.

once you're calmer, you turn to bury your head into chuuya's chest. the sound of his heartbeat is clear and steady, the one thing you need right now. he combs through your hair with his fingers. you're safe now, his voice echoes in your mind. you're safe now. you always are, when he's around.

noticing you licking your lips, chuuya offers you: "water?"

and you instantly feel how dry your throat is. had you been shouting while you were dreaming? is that how you'd gotten chuuya awake? the nightmare creeps along the edge of your mind again.

"that'd be great, but..." you say, drifting off. "i don't want you to leave me."

chuuya smiles. "that's easy to solve, princess."

carrying you with one arm, you feel the warm touch of his ability surround you as he carries you off to the kitchen. you know that he could carry you with both arms right now if he wanted to, but he knows that the heat of tainted sorrow around you will envelop you in a comforting embrace. which works exactly as he thought it would. you lean against his shoulder as he walks.

when you get to the kitchen, he places you gently onto the counter. when he lets go of you to get you water, you grab onto his wrist suddenly, still shaken.

chuuya presses a hand to your cheek. "i won't leave ya. i promise."

gently, you let go. he turns to get the pitcher of water from the fridge. the water tinkles faintly as he pours it into a glass. you watch him closely, like he'd disappear if you look away for one moment. when he hands you the glass, you take it, but you quickly take his hand in yours as well.

"see?" chuuya says, softly, his voice still slightly deep from sleep. "still here."

"still here," you echo, before finally taking a sip from the water. the cool washes through your mouth and down your throat, a grounding sensation. you're here now. chuuya is, too. and you're safe. you empty the glass, relieving the parched feeling.

chuuya lifts his other hand to brush a stray lock of hair back behind your ear. "think ya can try to get some more sleep?" he asks, concern in his tone. "too early."

you nod. "as long as you're with me."

"stupid. i'm not going anywhere," chuuya assures you. "i'll protect ya. so you can sleep easy."

together, you return to the bedroom, which you're sure is now devoid of nightmares. forever and ever, for as long as chuuya is by your side.

#nakahara chuuya #bungou stray dogs #chuuya x reader #bsd chuuya x reader #chuuya x you #bungou stray dogs imagines #bsd imagines #bsd x reader #💌 chuuya lovemail #genre:comfort #timeline:serious #rating:G

[kaisooficrec]

In sickness and in health

Author: K_Borealis

Genre: Heavy Angst, Hurt/No Comfort, Sad Ending, Blind Jongin

Rating: PG

Length: 2,720 w

Warnings: Major Character Death, Plane Crashes, Poisoning

Summary: How do you escape the darkness when your biggest light is gone?

Admin’s Note: From Round 8 of the No Happy Ending Fest.

Read

#kaisoo #kadi #dika #no happy ending #nhe #genre:angst #genre:hurt/no comfort #warning:character death #length:under5k #rating:g #in sickness and in health

[awanderingdeal]

Micro fic request for your little notes headcanon about the first time Logan finds one and the subsequent call/chat <3 I love that idea SO much -aj

Aww, I really do love this HC so thanks for this, aj 🥰 Have some love-sick men being love-sick men.

Rating: G

No content warnings for this one.

Credit for all characters goes to @lumosinlove

With sleep ruffled hair and barely open eyes, Logan rummaged through his underwear drawer, trying to find a sock that at least vaguely matched the one in his hand. His fingers grasped something that definitely was not a sock and yawning, Logan forced his eyes open a little more to inspect the paper.

He suspected it was a training note that he'd meant to dispose of in the locker room shredder. If only the media knew the secrets to the Rags next game strategy lay amongst his briefs.

"Oh," Logan whispered as he unfolded the paper, easily recognising Finn's careful script.

If you were a library book, I'd definitely check you you out.

Logan barked a laugh, the sound loud in the empty room, but not in the sad, lonely way he'd come to hate. Smoothing out the creases of the note, Logan set in on top of his dresser and went to find his phone.

Logan: you're a nerd

Finn's call came even quicker than Logan had been expecting. The garbled greeting, however, did not meet his expectations.

"Hello?" Logan said tentatively.

" 'ood 'orning," Finn returned, the words still barely comprehensible, followed by another string of nonsense that Logan loosely managed to translate as "I'm brushing my teeth."

"Why did you call me if you're brushing your teeth?" Logan asked. He shook his head with a fond exasperation.

A click, a rush of water and a rather disgusting spitting noise later, Finn answered. "Sorry, got excited. You found one of the notes."

"Ouais," Logan smiled. "Wait, one of...how many are there?"

"I'm not telling," Finn said, the coy smirk leeching into his voice.

"Harzy," Logan whined. "Leo! Le! Peanut!"

Finn's laugh filled the room, much like his own had earlier.

"Hello, good morning to you too, my love," Leo said and Logan knew he wore the same fond exasperated expression, Logan had been not 5 minutes ago.

"Bon matin, mon soleil," Logan practically sang. "How many notes did Finn write?"

"Oh," Leo laughed. "Don't ask me, he's been hoarding those things like a fucking squirrel for weeks."

"Weeks!"

"Just enough until I next see you," Finn said, smooth as melted butter.

God, Logan loved this man. "You didn't have to."

"I know," Finn said, and Logan imagined his small shrug. "But you deserve to know how much I love. And this way, I get to tell you a thousand times a day and you can't stop me."

There better not be a thousand. "Alright," Logan groaned. "I've got to go. Gonna be late for practice. And you are too."

"Speak to you later, love," Leo said. "I'll message you about Assassins, I think Cap wants to join."

"Bye, Lo," Finn trilled. "Love you."

"Love you too, Harzy. Drive safe."

#sweater weather #lumosinlove #finn o'hara #leo knut #logan tremblay #rating:g #coast to coast

[bnhaficreclibrary]

An Accident at Work Study

Author: Galactic_Jax (ao3)

Rating: General Audiences

Parings: Midoriya Izuku & Sir Nighteye

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Summary: Izuku is working hard to prove himself at his work study, but it's hard when Sir Nighteye has made it clear he's not wanted. But what happens when Izuku is caught in a villain attack on his way to the agency? Will a few revelations about his most recent intern's past be enough for Sir Nighteye to change his mind about All Might's successor?

(Or; exactly one week of Hizashi bullshitting his way through eight conversations a day, trying to mold the minds of tomorrow, and loving his husband like it's an Olympic sport.)

Read here on ao3

#rating:g #h/c #ofa!izuku #parental nighteye #dadmight #canon divergence #length:50-100k #wip #villain attack #gen

[continentcakeshop]

Cake Shop Winter Gift Exchange

Today's fic was written by @sometimesiwrite​, a gift for @on-a-lucky-tide​!

The fic is  The Plague of Broken Things 

Rated: Gen Characters: Eskel 

  Eskel is on the Path during the height of summer. After he takes his annual sojourn in the hills, he happens upon a village he's never visited before and encounters a curious curse the likes of which he's never seen.

#cakeshop winter gift exchange #sometimesiwrite #rating:g #eskel #cakeshoprecs

[puzzleshipping-library]

Colors

Author: nana_banana (@floreswrites)

Rated G • Published 2015 • Complete • Word count 2k

Card games and danger, but Yuugi Mutou only wants to know who his soulmate is. Based on this prompt on tumblr: "The one where you only see color once you meet your soulmate (so you don’t know them until you touch them), and it goes away when they die."

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/3894574

Admin's notes: "god why would you do this to me" i say as I kudos and bookmark and lie down on the floor.

#rating:g #length:under5k #status:complete #site:ao3 #2015to2019 #ceremonialduel #canon compliant #trope:soulmates #genre:angst #genre:myhearthurts #starterpack #yugis pov #library

[thetorchwoodarchive]

Don’t say you’ll never leave me by 1creativeusernameplease (JackIanto | Complete | 1581 | G)

Neither of them were a stranger to nightmares. They’d both witnessed more terrors than a hundred of their peers. Their hardships and trials frequented their dreams more than Ianto cared for, but they were manageable. Especially when they woke in the same bed. But they were never prevented entirely.

Jack dreams and Ianto is there to comfort him, even though he knows he won't always be there to do so.

#mod:captainreader #mod rec #title:d #author:1creativeusernameplease #Character:Jack Harkness #character:ianto jones #rating:G #wordcount:1Kto5K #platform:ao3 #status:complete #ship:jackianto #genre: drama #genre: angst #genre:friendship #genre:hurtcomfort #au:canon compliant #chartropes:caring ianto #charactertropes:sad jack harkness #charactertropes:jack harkness needs a hug #relationshiptropes:developing relationship #health:nightmares #backstory:ianto Jones #backstory:jack harkness #historical:2000s

[taekookseasons]

Make up room

Jungkook is a makeup artist who just started to work with idol Taehyung.

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Author: TheNameIsAlec Link: https://ao3.org/works/14534103/ Word Count: 1,919 Rating: General Tags: Makeup Artist!Jungkook, Idol!Taehyung

#S2 #Rating:G #WC:<5K #taekook

[xxsycamore]

Catboy!Mozart headcanons

╰┈➤ 😼 What if Mozart was a catboy? Meowzart, if you will?

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart x MC • rating:G • wordcount: 920 • masterlist

a/n: First it was Nyapoleon and now I'm presenting you with... Meowzart. Thank you TheCarmineWanker on AO3 for proposing this idea, hope you enjoy!

When Mozart took his chance at afterlife, accepting the offer of the mysterious gentleman standing at his deathbed, he had no idea he'll be incarnated as a vampire… much less as a catboy vampire. He blames it on his own strange antics during his former life.

Strangely enough, Mozart feels at home in his new body. After all, he's always had that catboy in himself. Back in the day, despite being a member of the elite society of his time, he couldn't help his bursts of quirkiness when bored, and could be seen leaping over tables and chairs… He hopes noone would remember him for that.

The first thing he does upon waking up in the 19th century in the mansion of Comte de Saint-Germain is to… look for a mirror. Not just to observe the curios new attributes of what once was a human body, but to groom himself. It comes so naturally to him that he cannot find peace until he's thoroughly taken care of himself.

The pristine white fur on his cat ears and tail is short, but much like his human hair, it tends to get a little wild unless groomed and kept in order. The first request he extends towards the master of the house is not for enhancements of the piano room, but rather for top-quality hairbrushes and toilette products.

It's such a burden, to be reborn with the intention to devote yet another lifetime to music yet to still face obstacles in the way. Not that he can complain much. Having a near-immortal form that needs less sleep is a delight, if the price he has to pay is distracting himself for a portion of rouge every now and then, then so be it. But god, his catboy genes. They're a gift and a curse.

For one, he finds it harder to fight boredom. Which is funny because that's exactly how this side of himself manifested back in the day, when he reached his relatively low threshold of boredom.

Much like how cats need constant entertainment, Mozart needs something besides music in order for his brain to produce dopamine. He's never been the kind to move around much, and would prefer it if he never has to leave the mansion at all. Especially not via carriage. He claws at the carriage doors when someone tries to put him in one.

But catboy Mozart gets the zoomies every now and then, and he can't do anything about it. It often happens at night. It starts with the strange urge to trash his hand along the row of piano keys, pressing them in a random, chaotic order, creating a godawful cacophony of noises.

It feels good to do that. He has no explanation for it. It'd normally feel like nails on a chalkboard for him, yet bringing disorder after hours and hours of precise work feels so refreshing to him.

Then he exits the piano room to exhaust his pent-up energy elsewhere. He runs in the halls. Jumps over the long dining table and various other pieces of furniture. Thank god everyone else is fast asleep. Or are they?

He's a clean freak, so he cleans after himself. It's just a part of his routine at this point. He feels equal parts of satisfaction wreaking havoc and then bringing order afterwards.

As for the positive aspects of having this new form, Mozart is astonished to find his hearing greatly enhanced. He hears everything. It's all a musician like him can ask for.

You know how Mozart becomes chatty and giggly when he's drunk? It's only worse if we're talking about a drunk catboy Mozart.

He meows at people. Loudly. You can't have a normal conversation with him; to every question, he'll tilt his head with a curious "miau". The others are forced to meow back in some dire attempt to communicate with him to get down from the chandelier.

Upon the arrival of MC in the mansion, Mozart doesn't play around showing his "beast" side to her, being more than sure that she won't be able to put up with him. Her futile efforts at making friends with him are laughable and she needs to know exactly who she's trying to domesticate. He warns her about getting her face clawed at if she enters his room at the wrong time.

Despite the bumpy start, she naturally doesn't give up trying to get closer to him… until her patience and genuine care pass the test of time and acquaintanceship blooms into love.

Mozart becomes more willing to be himself infront of her, and in turn, MC helps him out by keeping him company when he gets the zoomies. She practically plays with him, makes sure he's not breaking any expensive mansion relics, chases after him and gets chased by him…

MC notices how important is for Mozart to be well-groomed, and begins to frequently brush his hair and cat ears for him.

The first time Mozart's tongue swaps across her cheek, it's shocking for both parties. For Mozart because he didn't even realize he's doing it, and for MC because it hits her what a special brand of affection this equals to.

MC gifts him a collar with a little bell on it, a very elegant one. She knows Mozart's love for certain noises, and he truly falls inlove with it - though he makes it clear that he'll only wear it in front of her. He might be a catboy but he's a catboy with dignity.

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[kybercrystals94]

Redolence

By KyberCrystals94

Find here on Ao3!

Whumptober 2023 | Day 1 | Alternative Prompt: Lab Rats

Bad Things Happen Bingo | Prompt: Homesickness

Rating:G

Words: 1,070

Summary: Omega and Echo have a conversation about their pasts.

Omega presses her face between Lula’s long ears and breathes deeply the scent of her brothers: stale sweat, blaster residue, motor oil, aftershave, regulation soap, and a few other things she can’t quite place. Lula is like a sponge, soaking up the redolence of the soldiers she lives with. While the stuffed tooka doesn’t smell pleasant , Lula smells of love and safety and comfort. Therefore, she smells wonderful, and Omega gives the creature an extra tight squeeze as she tries to hold in the tears that threaten to spill. She should be happy. She is happy. She is. She is.

“Omega, are you alright?”

Omega is surprised by the generic reg voice. She would have expected Hunter or Wrecker to check on her...maybe even Tech. Not Echo. He isn’t unkind, but he is distant, almost unsure of her. Like he doesn’t want to get attached. Omega understands, even though it makes her heart hurt a little.

“I’m fine,” Omega lies easily, lifting her face so that her voice isn’t muffled against Lula’s soft stuffing.

There is a pause, but Omega knows the cyborg clone hasn’t walked away. After an uncomfortable stretch of silence, Echo clears his throat. “Are you sure? Hunter – uh – sent me to check on you.”

Omega forces a smile and carefully blinks back the tears that have been forming before she pulls back the curtain, letting Lula topple from her arms. “I’m okay, Echo,” she assures him.

The shadows on Echo’s face in the warm glow of her strung lights accentuate his gaunt features, and Omega suppresses the shudder that reflexively comes. Nala Se had Omega study Echo’s medical files as part of her training. The horrors he suffered at the hands of the Techno Union still haunt Omega’s imagination, and the cool, professional terminology she poured over in the files did not do his tragedy justice. It must’ve been hard for him to join the Batch too, starting over after all he’d been through. She admires him endlessly for it, but she isn’t sure how she could ever tell him without also admitting to having read his files. Not that she’d had a choice, or was snooping, but...

Echo matches her striving grin with one of his own. “Alright. If you say so,” he says, shrugging one shoulder, telling her without telling her that he knows she’s lying.

He starts to turn away when Omega bites out, “Wait, Echo...”

“Yeah?” he asks, the familiar gruff of his voice catching on the edge of the word.

Omega swallows, hoping he isn’t annoyed with her indecisiveness. “I just...can I ask you a question?”

“Sure, kid,” he says, and leans his weight against the wall casually.

“When you first joined Clone Force 99, did you – or do you – ever feel...” Omega searches for the right word, pressing her lips together before saying in a whisper, “homesick? For what you had before?”

Echo looks startled by the question, his eyes widening a little. However, the expression is brief, and his face returns to his normal air in a blink. To Omega’s dismay, he answers her question with one of his own, “Do you feel homesick for Kamino?”

“Sometimes,” Omega admits, pinching one of Lula’s ears between her fingers, “but I don’t want to go back. I’m happy here, with all of you. But if I’m happy here, why do I miss what I don’t want?”

Echo’s face softens. “Because you miss what is familiar, even if it wasn’t better.”

“Is that bad?” Omega asks.

“Of course not,” Echo says, “I missed living with my reg brothers. It’s all I knew most of my life. Doesn’t mean I care about my enhanced brothers any less.” He rolls his eyes good naturedly at the terminology adopted from the Batch, and it makes Omega giggle.

“I guess you and me are kind of the same,” Omega says softly, wistfully. “Taken in by the Bad Batch when..." Echo visibly stiffens, and Omega clamps her mouth shut, now gripping Lula’s ear in a fist. She shouldn’t have said that. She knew the moment the words left her mouth. She and Echo are nothing alike. Not really. Not at all.

But they are. In some ways.

Right?

To her surprise, Echo leans forward, folding his arms and resting them on the floor of her gunner’s mount room. “Nala Se,” he says, his voice softer and gentler than she’s ever heard it, “she experimented on you, didn’t she.” Not a question.

Omega bites down on the inside of her cheek. She has never wanted to tell any of them about that. But Echo knows, because she told him in a roundabout way. In the medical wing, after his accident in the mess hall. He woke up in a panic, and she’d comforted him. I don’t like being hooked up to their machines either.

She didn’t think he’d remember that, but why wouldn’t he?

So, she nods a small, jerky affirmative.

“I don’t remember much about the Techno Union,” Echo says, his voice still low, almost a whisper. Like his words are just for her ears. “I mean...I know what they did. And I live with what they did everyday...but it’s what the Kaminoans did that I remember well. They had to see that I was fit for duty, and their tests...” Echo falters, his words dropping off in an expanse of hidden emotions. He blinks, looking a little lost.

She isn’t sure why she does it, but she reaches out and rests a hand on Echo’s face, her thumb brushing over the sharp edge of his cheekbone. “I know,” she whispers, because she does. She was Nala Se’s “assistant” from her earliest memories. She saw the tests firsthand. Experienced some of them herself.

“You shouldn’t though,” Echo says, “No kid should know that.”

“Maybe,” Omega shrugs, “But we’re safe from them now...the Kaminoans, I mean.”

Echo’s eyes find hers and he smiles sadly. “Yeah, we are.”

Omega’s touch lingers a moment longer before she pulls away and hugs Lula close to her chest. “I’m not homesick for the Kaminoans. I’m homesick for Kamino...for AZI and helping with the babies. I hope they’re alright.”

“I hope so too,” Echo says, and he gives her knee a squeeze with his flesh hand. “You’re a good kid, Omega. I’m glad the Batch found...both of us.”

Omega smiles at her brother who understands. “Me too.”

END

#Whumptober 2023 #Day 1 #alternative prompt #Lab Rats #bad things happen bingo #homesickness #star wars #fanfiction #the bad batch #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #the clone wars #tbb omega #tbb echo #clone trooper echo #echo #arc trooper echo #fics by kyber

[legendofmorons]

Sugar, spice, and everything nice (Four)

Pairing: Four x baker! Reader

Rating:G

Summary: You get to reunite with your husband, and you spend some time catching up with him.

Warnings: None

Other: If I missed anything please let me know

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Your husband had disappeared without a trace nearly six months ago, thankfully your soul mate tie means anything that is put on his skin shows up on your's. So he's alive.

And you both get to talk to each other.

Oddly enough he hasn't written anything since two days ago and you're starting to really worry.

You're taking someone's order when the bell chimes and a group of men armed to the teeth enter.

"Alright I'll have that out in just a bit!" You say to the person as you put their order ticket on the line.

You eye the group of men for two seconds before your sight zeroes in on your husband.

you feel your chest tighten and warm all at once, smiling slightly more genuine.

"(Y/n)!" One of your employees calls from the back, "Can you come help us?"

Well shit, guess your husband will have to wait.

You watch his eyes fall to you, and he smiles brightly at you as you turn to leave. You give a gentle wave as you turn all the way, entering the kitchen.

You find the problem is easy enough to fix, a simple pipe problem. Usually you'd call a plumber but with a wrench it's a five minute fix.

Washing your hands after fixing the problem you smile at the fact that your husband is back. In your bakery and back. Safe and alive!

"I'm taking my lunch!" You call as you place your apron on the hook by the kitchen door.

You walk back into the main part, apron and name tag off this time as you grab a round of blueberry muffins on the house for your husband and his friends.

"Hey Link." You say as you slide into the booth beside him.

You set the muffins on the table easily before leaning against Four gently.

"(Y/n)!" He says happily, voice bright and cheerful.

"This is your spouse?" Asks the oldest of the group.

"Yeah, this is (Y/n). Love, these are other heroes of courage."

"It's nice to meet you."

"He won't shut up about you." Says a male with blonde hair that looks dip dyed pink at one side.

"That's sweet of you." You say, leaning to kiss his cheek.

"I'm so happy to see you. I've missed you so much." Four said absolutely beaming, "Can the others stay with us for a bit?"

"As long as they don't purposely burn our house down, sure."

"Accidentally is fine?" One asks in confused awe.

"I've handled worse." You shrug, "So are you all named Link?"

"Yeah. But we have Nicknames. I'm Time."

"Twilight. "

"Warriors. "

"Wild."

"I'm wind!"

"It's nice to meet you, I'm sky."

"I'm Legend."

"I'm Hyrule!"

"And you?" You prompt turning to your husband with a smile.

"I'm called four."

"Fitting." You say evenly, thinking back to the many many times Four's colors have been around you.

"I think so. How have you been?"

Four take your hand in his, squeezing gently.

"I'm good, I've been worried but otherwise I'm good."

"I'm sorry about this. But-"

"It's okay, Love. I get it, you may be my husband but you're Hylia's hero."

There's something bitter in your voice, they can all hear it.

You will never hold his fate against him... but it still is hard to share your lover with the world. His good heart takes him away a lot.

But you also know that hero as he may be, he'd do anything to keep you safe. Even destroy the world.

Time gives a sympathetic look, "I've always felt the worst for our families."

"We know what it means to love a hero." You say with a shrug, "I am more worried for you guys."

"I suppose."

"Now enough of the sad talk, I wanna hear all about your latest adventures!" You say with a grin.

Four is taking one of the muffins muffins before he looks at you with bright eyes. "You should see Wild fish- he lives up to his name."

"Well with a name like that you have to."

"Do you have any clue why Four uses that name?" Hyrule asks.

"His sword." You say simply, not sure how much the others know and not wanting to out your lover. "Now, has my husband been good to you?"

"He made me a new sword!" Wild grins.

"He's been very helpful." Time says.

"I'm glad. I should probably head home if you guys are staying- I have to grab groceries and stuff."

"I'll come with you." Four says quickly.

"All right. Come on four, the rest of you relax and the muffins are on the house."

The group shares a look but lets you leave.

You lead Four towards the kitchen to grab your wallet and keys and bag. "Taking the rest of the day off, family thing!" You call into the kitchen before taking Four's hand and leaving with him.

You hold Four's hand still as you head towards the market, "Did I tell you about the mess of a delivery this morning?"

"No! What happened?"

"Ugh- well we were supposed to get our egg and milk delivery from Lon Lon, right? Malon was sick so she sent one of the new workers- they forgot eggs!"

"They didn't!"

"They did! So I had to wait another hour before we could start our prep this morning which threw off our whole morning!"

"That really. sucks."

"It's fine, enough people like my stuff to wait. We just opened late."

"Well I'm glad it worked out."

"Me too." You say, lifting your entwined hands to hiss the back of his gently. "I'm even more glad to have you with me."

The market is slow, most people are at work but thankfully it's open.

"I've missed you." You say to Four as you walk around, browsing.

"I've missed you too. A lot."

"Have you had fun?"

"Yeah... It's nice. The others really understand me."

"Good. I'm glad. You of all people deserve that."

"But I'm happy to be back. I was so excited when we ended up back here, I couldn't not surprise you!"

"Well I'm surprised for sure. Do you think stew will be okay for dinner?"

"Stew will be great."

"Perfect- oh I should make strawberry shortcake."

"You spoil us."

"You. I spoil you, the others just get the treats as well."

"You're perfect."

"Hardly."

Four just smile as you grab the things needed.

You pay, holding the bagged items by your side.

"(Y/n)?"

"Yes?"

"I'm glad I get to hold you tonight."

"I'm glad too."

"Would it be okay if all of us held you?"

"All of- you mean your colors right? Not the strange heroes?"

Four laughs, shaking his head. "Of course my colors."

"Then yes. But not until you eat and take a good warm bath. You look exhausted."

"I am."

"That's okay. I'm here to help."

"Thank you for that."

"Anytime."

.......

Evening falls, and the boys all take various spots to sleep.

Wild and Wind take the pull out couch, curled together as soon as they fall asleep- which is quickly.

Hyrule and Legend sleep on pads from couch and chair cushions.

The guest room is shared by Sky and Twilight, a trundle bed under the main bed.

Time and Warriors are put on cots in the living room.

You're just glad you have so many sleeping options, between friends and family crashing it has been necessary but not quite to this extent.

You close the door behind you as Four sets all his things away.

You turn, changing into night clothes as Four does the same, your own body exhausted from the day. You can only imagine how he feels.

You turn, watching him lift the sword above his head before a flash of light reveals all four of his colors.

"Hello, love." Your voice is tired but welcoming.

"(Y/n)." They chorus.

"Put the swords down and come to bed." You urge, eyeing the king size mattress with longing.

You move to get into bed as the boys put their swords away before rushing after you.

Red gets to you first, cuddling up to your right.

Green takes your left while Blue gets behind Red to hold you from there.

Vio just moves to lay across the green so his head is on your heart, he may be reserved but he's genuinely happy to be with you. hearing your heartbeat soothes him.

"I've missed you."

"We missed you too." Red says with a smile.

"It's been too quiet at home."

"That's not going to be a problem much longer. We're going to finish the job and come back."

"You better."

"We will."

"Good. because when you finish the quest I need your help fixing my oven at work- I keep burning myself."

"We'll be happy to help."

#linked universe x reader #Linked universe #LU #Lu four #Four x reader #Misty writes

[nkhrchuwuya]

intimacy

bungou stray dogs | G | 492 words nakahara chuuya x reader/OC

sometimes, it’s all about the little things.

chuuya really hasn't known "intimacy" in the short span of his life. and he admits this to you, early on in your not-yet-relationship, that while he knows how to be a gentleman in theory- the concept of being someone's boyfriend is a territory he hasn't really explored.

sure, he's had a few trysts himself, he's no saint. and the mafia makes it easy to get ahold of warm bodies. but he's smart enough to figure out that none of those really counted for the definition of "intimacy" he's had in his head.

nevertheless, chuuya's surprisingly good at it.

which is so annoying because he doesn't see how good he is at it, no matter how hard you try.

you tell him, and he'll say, "isn't that just... basic boyfriend things?" and when you say, "no, you're like, way better than half the male population of the world", he'll say, "okay, what the hell are you buttering me up for?" even when you aren't!

so you decide- a final act of retaliation- that whenever he does something intimate, loving, caring, for you, you would give him a little kiss. less a reward, and more of an acknowledgment of what he's doing, maybe until he finally connects the dots.

(and he doesn't, not at once, but...)

he notices.

like when you're watching a movie seated on the couch and he grabs your hand. he does it for comfort, really- he knows you're pressed against his side already but having your hand in his is always an extra level of warmth. he's just running his thumb over your hand as the movie goes on, when you turn to press a kiss on the corner of his shoulder. a little kiss, not much, and you lean your head back against him soon after.

or like when you're venting to him about a hard day, and he cradles you in his arms until the pain goes away. and when you're done rambling, or crying, or shouting, you are there, lying with your back to his chest, the comforting scent and warmth of him around you. you pull his one hand up to your mouth to give it a kiss.

sometimes it's not even something as tender as that, sometimes you are out having a date at the amusement park and chuuya comes with you to all the rides you want to try but are too scared to go to alone. he holds your hand the entire time as the both of you yell for your lives, the rollercoaster dipping into an exciting drop. when you're done, breathless, you press a kiss to his cheek in thanks.

it's all the little things, really. and chuuya has a hard time believe you are content with only this. when really, only this is all and more than you could have ever wanted.

chuuya really hasn't known "intimacy" in the short span of his life.

that is, until he's met you.

#nakahara chuuya #bungou stray dogs #chuuya x reader #bsd chuuya x reader #chuuya x you #bungou stray dogs imagines #bsd imagines #bsd x reader #💌 chuuya lovemail #rating:G #timeline:serious #genre:fluff

[spicywarl0ck]

Happy Friday! “Jealousy seems to be a great motivator for you.” for whichever pairing you feel like writing ✨

Happy Friday <3 I managed to finish this one too. Thank you for giving it to me, I enjoyed it a lot x3 @dadrunkwriting Pairing: Dorian/male Lavellan Length: 709 Rating:G

He got asked to dance by many tonight, each of their faces exchanged by another before he could even memorise them. 

Revassan did his best to follow the steps, but both the boots and the unfamiliarity of the dance had him stumbling more than once. He apologised to Josephine in his head, knowing she had tried her best to instruct him on Orlesian court dances, but they were just so different from the Dalish dances.

His surroundings swam out of view before it fell back into place, yet only for a second before he got whisked away by another charming man or woman. It was tiresome.

“I’m sorry, but I need to catch my breath for a second.” He addressed the next guest politely, or at least so he hoped, before he dashed to the balcony. The fresh rush of evening air against his skin and a glass of wine was what he needed most right now. 

But it turned out he wasn’t alone.

Dorian Pavus was leaning over the railing, holding a glass of wine. His moustache twitched when he regarded the elf briefly, and there was a gleam in his eyes that Revassan didn’t recognise.

“Done with the dancing?” The Tevinter mage asked, sounding unamused. 

“They just wouldn’t leave me alone.” Revassan shrugged, eying the man with a cock of his eyebrows. “What has your feathers in a ruffle, though? You seem unpleased,” he observed Dorian closely.

Yes, there was something off about the Tevinter mage this evening.

He looked splendid as usual. There wasn’t one hair out of place nor any wrinkle on his uniform. As far as he could say from outer appearance, Dorian was nothing but perfect, yet he couldn’t help but feel something gnawed on the mage.

“Nothing you need to concern yourself with.” Dorian huffed, sounding more stern than he wanted.

“Ah, I started to sound like my dearest mother now,” he added swiftly with a sigh. “She’d be having a field day with me now, sulking on the balcony and drinking wine.” Dorian chuckled. “Oh, she’d hate it so much.”

“Is that it?” Revassan asked softly as he got closer. “Do you miss your family?”

“Not really. No.” The mage shook his head. “I do think about them. That’s what happens when you attend events like this. It’s all so close to home, but no. That’s not it.” Dorian eyed him intensely while taking a moment to think.

“Seeing you dancing with all of them felt strange,” he admitted, holding his hand up before Revassan could interrupt him.

“I know that you got no choice. You are the Inquisitor, and they expect it from you.  It’s the same for me when I’m at home, but I can’t help but feel a little jealous over it.” Dorian sighed. “Now that I spoke it out, I feel like a lovesick fool.”

Revassan couldn’t help but grin at the Tevinter Altus. While he usually was viewed as sassy and cocky, the mage could be very vulnerable and deep.

It was what he loved about the man so much. The added jealousy made him a tad more attractive, and he couldn’t help but regard the man with a grin. 

“So, what are you going to do against it?” Revassan dared. “Are you going to pull me onto the dance floor? Make everyone see?” he added, not bothered to be seen by anyone. He was already an outcast for being an elf at the Winter Palace. It couldn’t get any worse. His breath hitched when Dorian pulled him closer, the scent of his aftershave washing over him.

“That would be something they’d never forget.” Dorian’s moustache twitched slightly as he leaned in, their lips so close to the touch. “They probably wouldn’t stop talking about it,” he added.

“Then, what are you waiting for?” Revassan breathed out before two heartbeats passed.

“Maybe I want to do something else instead.” Dorian closed the last few inches between them, his lips crushing against his as he ravished him. 

The elf’s arms moved to wrap around Dorian’s shoulders, one of his hands softly stretching over the back of his head as he melted against the Altus’s arms. This was even better than dancing, and Revassan couldn’t care less about the nobles awaiting their turn.

“Jealousy seems to be a great motivator for you.” Revassan chuckled against the man’s lips, following up with a small peck.

“We should do this more often,” he added, his hand brushing over Dorian’s uniform affectionately. “I could get used to me just kissing me, but I’d also hoped for a dance. That is if you don’t care about me stepping onto your feet?”

“As long as you carry me to the Hinterlands next time, I don’t mind.” The mage chuckled before he made a curtsy. “But for now, would you give me this dance?”

#dragon age #dragon age fanfiction #writing #prompt #dragon age inquisition #dadrunkwriting #dorian pavus #male Lavellan #my OC #my writing #pavellan

[awanderingdeal]

This was absolutely not supposed to be the next thing I posted, but sometimes you just gotta write about Alex O'Hara being a romantic goof. So, have a little drabble

Rating: G

"He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said..." Alex clutched his hand to his chest and tipped his head back as he belted out the lyrics. With barely contained laughter bubbling on his lips, he struggled on with his rendition "...Marry me Juliet, you'll never have to be alone."

He dropped to one knee, his hands outstretched as if to present a ring. As much as Kasey hated the institution of marriage, a small part of him was disappointed there wasn't a real box in those hands.

Kasey rolled his eyes as Alex hauled himself upright, noticeably rubbing his left hip as he rose.

"I love you and that's all I really know," Alex warbled on, pecking a kiss to Kasey's cheek. "I'll get it checked out with Dougie tomorrow," he added hurriedly, somehow fitting the words in perfectly before the next line. "I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress -" The click of their front door opening, interrupted Alex briefly, his smile only growing wider as he turned to see Natalie. "It's a love story. Baby, just say yes."

#alex o'hara #kasey winter #natalie darcy #sweater weather #lumosinlove #vaincre #rating:g #alex is a swiftie #it's never an inappropriate time for Kasey to worry about his bf

[witchqueenofshadows]

New fluffy one shot

Rating:G

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Yugi is tired when he gets home, good thing Atem is there to take care of him

#it's very short and cute #puzzleshipping #blindshipping #fanfiction #my writing

[incognito-insomniac]

AO3 Statistics Game

Saw @storybookhawke's post and thought it looked fun. I haven't been working on much fic this year but at least I can promote some of my older stuff.

Rules: Give us the links to your wonderful words with the Most hits, Most kudos, Most comments, Most bookmarks, Most words, and Least words.

Most Hits It Always Ends Here (Hawaii 5-0 Words: 11,296 Chapters: 14/? Rating:T) A series of vignettes following Steve and Danny's lives from the initiation of the 5-0 task force to the present. Each chapter is stand alone.

Most Kudos It Was Love From Above (Supernatural Words: 2,675 Chapters: 1/1 Rating:E) Dean just wants a little bit of quiet to himself to release some pent up stress. When Cas interrupts, the night takes an unexpected turn.

Most Comments A Siren's Call (Endeavour Words:6,857 Chapters:5/7 Rating:T) Thursday told Jakes they had caught a new case. What Jakes catches when they go to pick up Morse is something else entirely.

Most Bookmarks Seven Nights in Rose Creek (The Magnificent Seven Words:10,733 Chapters:9/9 Rating:M) They had seven nights to spend in Rose Creek before it would all likely go to shit, and Faraday couldn't find a single woman in the entire town willing to satisfy his itch. Vasquez has some other ideas, although getting Faraday to understand them is a whole other issue.

Most Words The Untold Woes of Soldiers (Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood Words: 16,700 Chapters: 6/6 Rating:T) Lieutenant Ross lights a spark that the Flame Alchemist can't put out and other stories.

This work is an archival import from ff.net and is incomplete. I plan to rewrite and finish it some day.

Least Words Snow Falls on the Prairie (Red Dead Redemption 2 Words: 393 Chapters: 1/1 Rating:G) Sadie wakes to Arthur on a frigid morning to find freshly fallen snow outside.

Tagging (I accidentally deleted my tag post so I can't remember everyone now) @captastra, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @galaxycunt, @coffeeandthen, @bryndeavour, @ronniebox, @ladyaj-13, @confidentandgood, @strangefable, @megraen and anyone else I forgot or wants to have some fun/promote their work 😺

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