#slowly working on chipping away at all the asks in my inbox

[legendary-cookies]

WHICH ONE SITS ON WINDS CHEST AND BAPS HIM UNTIL HE WAKES UP

(This ask is referring to this cat AU I made)

Wind doesn't sleep often but when he does, Fire is the one to bother him because he's a little shit

#fire spirit cookie #wind archer cookie #cat au #slowly working on chipping away at all the asks in my inbox #but i've been so busy xrjdxncfn

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Honey Girl. Chapter Seven.

chapter one. chapter two. chapter three. chapter four. chapter five. chapter six. chapter eight. series masterlist. the playlist.

Chapter Synopsis - Everything will work out the way it’s supposed to. At least, that’s what you and Bucky keep telling yourselves.

Pairing - Dad'sBestFriend!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader - soulmate au

Warnings - smut. cursing. alcohol consumption.

Word Count - 4.8k

Author's Note - I can only apologise for the delay on this one angels!! january blues, a crazy work schedule, writers block.. they all came to play at the same time. but chapter seven is finally here!! I hope you enjoy it. thank you for the continued love on this - words can’t describe how incredible it is.

as always, if you enjoyed this, please consider reblogging!! reblogs are the only way to circulate my writing, which generates more of it. feel free to send me a comment or an inbox, too!! thanks, my loves!! <3

Masterlist. Inbox.

“Why aren’t you more surprised?”

Stella simply shrugs, sipping her cappuccino as if she has all the time in the world.

“Babe, with all due respect… I’ve been waiting for you to initiate this conversation for like two months.”

You look at her incredulously, fiddling nervously with a chip in the handle of your coffee cup.

“…Why? How?”

She smiles softly, reaching for your hand across the table.

“You’re miserable.”

You take a deep breath, and then another. After the fifth one, you find the courage to meet her eyes.

“How did you know?”

“Because I know you. You’re a hell of an actress, I’ll give you that.”

“It’s not you-”

“I know. Hey, I know. You don’t have to explain yourself.”

“I do.”

She waits for you, patient as ever. You’d be lying if you said the guilt wasn’t eating you up, slowly but surely from the inside out. You feel like you’ve let her down, disappointing the one person who’s given you your dream.

You realise, suddenly, that you haven't told anyone the full truth about everything. Not your Mom, not your Dad, not Lacie. Your Tethering, Bucky, the move to California - all your feelings and emotions over the past how ever many months have been bottled up and stowed away on a shelf, never to be opened. But you have the urge, now, to unscrew the cap and pour it out across the table, regardless of the mess.

So, you do.

"It's not you. You've given me everything I could have ever wanted, Stel, and I couldn't be more grateful. You know that, right?"

She nods, squeezing your hand.

"It's just been hard... emotionally. So, I, the thing is, I just..."

You inhale. You hold it for five seconds. You exhale.

"I'm Tethered. I have a soulmate, and he lives back home. We found out literally right before you called me and asked about the business. I couldn't turn you down, I knew that this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. I couldn't just let it pass me by. I knew we could do this, me and you, together. And I thought I’d be able to cope.”

You inhale. You hold it for five seconds. You exhale.

“Being away from Bucky has been the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my entire life. It’s like… I can’t breathe properly without him. Food isn’t as flavourful, colours aren’t as bright, the sun isn’t as warm. The separation is actually having physical effects that I’m not sure I can handle anymore.”

You inhale. You hold it for five seconds. You exhale.

“I’ve held out for as long as I possibly can. I was hoping that maybe it’d pass, that we’d get used to it and it’d all wear off. But it hasn’t. If anything, it’s worse than ever. The separation is ruining us both.”

You inhale. You hold it for five seconds. You exhale.

“I’m sorry. I know you’re going to tell me not to apologise, but I am. I’m sorry. You’ve given me everything and I’m just… quitting on you. I love this job so much, Stella. I can’t even find the words to describe how much. But I think either me or Bucky will break soon. And I have to prevent that from happening.”

You inhale.

Stella looks at you with so much compassion, you fight the urge to burst into tears.

You exhale.

“Listen to me, okay? You are one of the best damn bakers I have ever met in my life. No one in culinary school even came close to you. I always knew that I wanted you on my team, by my side, in my corner - in the kitchen, and everywhere else. But-"

You chew your bottom lip, wincing when you taste copper.

“We don’t have to be in each other’s pockets. We can be business partners and not see each other everyday. These are the joys of modern technology, babe. We can call, text, video chat, and then schedule in person meetings when we can. If anyone can make a cross country partnership work, it’s us. I mean, come on.”

The weight lifts from your shoulders, slowly but surely. A glowing, molten warmth trickles through your veins, hopeful and real and alive.

“And this,” she picks up your business plan, all printed and pretty. “This is air fucking tight. I’m not saying you picked the wrong career, but… business could definitely be your Plan B.”

You laugh, ignoring the way your voice cracks slightly, still choked with emotion.

“Babe, I was going to franchise the business eventually anyway. Sure, this is a little earlier than I first thought, but why the hell not? We’re successful, we’ve done so well… what’s stopping us? We know we can do this. And I trust you. So much.”

“Thank you,” you whisper, easing your death grip on her hand ever so slightly. “I thought I was gonna ruin everything.”

“You haven’t ruined anything, I promise you. This is a good thing.”

She thinks for a moment, lost in her own thoughts. Suddenly, she grins at you, nosy and mischievous.

“So a soulmate, huh?”

You groan, burying your face in your hands - but you can’t fight the smile that spreads across your cheeks.

“Yeah. It’s been… complicated.”

“He’s that super hot guy that came to see you, right? The one that looks like he could be a model?”

Laughing, you nod, making mental note to relay this to Bucky on the phone later.

“How did it happen? Was it like, a stranger on the street moment?”

“Nope,” you recall fondly. “We knew each other already. He’s my Dad’s best friend.”

Her jaw drops open, eyes flickering across your face.

“Holy shit.”

“Yeah.”

“Holy shit, babe.”

“Yeah.”

“That’s amazing. Shit, no wonder you’ve been under so much stress. What did your Dad say?”

“He… doesn’t know.”

“What?”

“We need to tell him, I know we do, but it’s just so complicated. I’m worried that it’ll change everything, and not for the better.”

It’s been eating away at you, lately. The fact that your parents don’t know originally made perfect sense, but now? It’s been almost a year. You’ve never kept anything from them for that long. Now, you’re worried that you’ll never be able to undo the damage of lying and keeping secrets from the two people you always promised never to do that to.

"Look, I know I'm not exactly qualified to give out soulmate advice, but... you can't change this. It's literally been written in the stars. Your parents will understand, okay? But the longer you wait to tell them, the worse it'll be."

“Yeah. You’re right. It’s just - it’s tough. It’s gonna change everything, forever.”

“But isn’t that the beauty of it? It’s going to change everything, forever.”

You jump out of your seat and wrap your arms around Stella, holding onto her as tightly as you can. She hugs you back fiercely, speaking a thousand words without saying anything at all.

“Proud of you,” she murmurs into your hair.

“For what?” you laugh.

“Putting yourself first. Your health, your mental wellbeing, all of it. I know it wasn’t easy.”

“Love you,” you whisper, fighting back tears of relief.

“Love you too, my baker extraordinaire.”

You sit back down and take a breath, deep and full. Relaxing into your chair, you allow yourself to finally think about the next steps.

“So, I was thinking about going home and scouting out locations. I have that list of places that you read over in the business plan, but I thought of a couple more last night a few miles further out. I’ve pre prepped a few days worth of our best sellers, so you should be good without me.”

“Of course, babe. I’ve circled a couple where I really liked the look of the listings you’ve printed, and written a couple of notes for you to look over - just logistical stuff. Go back home, see your family and your soulmate,” she smirks, raising her eyebrows suggestively, “and just relax. God knows the stress lately has taken a couple years off your life. Please, get those years back on the beach or with your man or something.”

You laugh, shaking your head. She’s right, though. The stress has been resting stagnant in your muscles, tight and wound, making everything harder. You can’t wait to sit on the sand in Bucky’s arms and feel the tension melt from your body.

“You’re the best, Stella. You know that right?”

“So I’ve been told. Many, many times.”

Hours later, Bucky watches you on video call, laptop propped up on the dresser as you pack your bags excitedly. He hasn’t stopped smiling since he picked up, anticipation of the future lighting up his bones.

✵  ✵    ·　 ✵ 　　 *  · ✵

You show up at your parents house without warning.

You thought about calling first, but decided it’d be much more fun to surprise them. It’s a Friday evening, and you know they’ll both be sat out on the back deck, drinking wine and recapping their weeks. It’s getting warmer on the East Coast, the sounds of spring and summer slowly filtering through.

Your Mom throws open the door, her face lighting up with glee.

“Babygirl!”

She throws her arms around you, rocking you back and forth so forcefully you’re worried you might fall over.

“My baby,” she exclaims, beaming grin almost blinding you. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“It’s kind of a long story. I’ll tell you all about it.”

She grabs your face in her hands, forcing you to look her in the eyes.

“Are you okay?”

You nod, smiling as the setting sun warms your back.

“Yeah, Mama. I am.”

She believes you. For the first time in a long time, you believe you too.

“Come on. Your Dad is gonna be so excited to see you.”

You leave your bags in the car, prioritising seeing the man who’s currently shaking his hips to the soft salsa music that’s playing.

“Nice moves, Casanova.”

He whips his head around, laughing when he sees you stood against the doorframe watching.

“You like em? I need a partner, babygirl! Come on!”

He grabs your hands, pulling you further into the yard so you have more space. You take up a terrible ballroom dance posture with him, cackling as he dips you backwards and almost drops you.

“Don’t kill my baby, please Jack!” your Mom calls from the kitchen window.

She returns with a glass of pink wine in her hand, gesturing for you to come and get it. Your Dad spins you over to her, steadying your shoulders when you trip over his shoes.

“It’s like The Universe knew you were coming to us tonight, darling. We opened the strawberry wine and everything.”

“My favourite.”

You get comfy on the loveseat, sitting across from your parents who are pressed together on the outdoor sofa. The wine is sweet and sugary and exactly what you needed.

“So, what are you doing here, kiddo?”

“It’s a little… complicated. But the good kind of complicated, I think.”

You start at the beginning. Well, almost. You leave out the part about finding Bucky, waiting for him to be with you when you tell that part of the story. You agreed that you’d talk to your parents about your relationship together, and you’re not about to break that promise. You do, however, explain everything else to them.

They listen carefully, nodding and smiling to let you know they’re still with you. When you talk about the difficulties you’ve faced, they wear matching frowns as your Mom fights back tears. Eventually, you sit in silence, waiting for their reaction.

“I wish you’d said something sooner.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I just… I thought I could do it on my own.”

“Honey, you never have to go through anything alone. That’s what we’re here for - we’re like, your built in therapists. Both me and your Dad would have happily listened if you’d called us, no matter the time or place.”

“Thank you. Both of you.”

“So this means you’re moving home?”

You nod, trying to contain the excitement bubbling up inside of you.

“Well it’s a good job we didn’t end up renting your apartment, huh?”

“You didn’t?”

“We thought about it, but it didn’t feel right. And we wanted to see you settle down in California first, just in case. I don’t either of us were ready to see someone else in that place. It’s yours.”

“You big softie,” you tease, nudging your Dad with your foot. He grabs it and squeezes, laughing when you squirm out of his grip.

“Well this is a cause for celebration, isn’t it?”

When you were younger, you used to get embarrassed that your Mom would throw parties for everything. Now, it’s one of your favourite things about her. She’s taught you to embrace the joy of the little things in life.

“What are you thinking, Mama?”

“Tomorrow night, a few friends. I’ll make a big paella, we can drink wine, play cards… what do you say?”

“Sounds perfect.”

And it does. The ease of being back home has calmed you down, untied the knots in your shoulders. You feel warmed by love, from the inside out.

You leave your parent’s house, promising to make a dessert of some kind for tomorrow. As you drive away, you suddenly realise that you’re headed in the wrong direction. You’re not going home. You’re going to the person that feels like home.

Bucky.

✵  ✵    ·　 ✵ 　　 *  · ✵

He’s waiting for you on his front porch when you pull up.

“Hi, honey baby.”

“Hi, handsome.”

You launch yourself into his arms, savouring the warmth rolling off of him in waves. He smells like fresh linen and sea salt and all your future plans.

“You felt me coming, didn’t you?”

“From a mile off.”

He’s grinning, beaming in all directions.

“Good job it wasn’t a surprise visit, huh?”

“There’s no such thing anymore.”

“Good.”

He grabs your face in his work rough hands, gazing at you as if you’re the sun. You realise, suddenly, that you are. You are the one thing that his world revolves around. And he is yours. Forever.

“You gonna kiss me, Buck, or just stare at me, hmm?”

He chuckles before leaning in to press his lips to yours. You sigh in contentment and pull him closer by his shirt, tilting your head back to let him slip his tongue into your mouth. He tastes like scotch and spearmint, a perfect picture of his evening.

“Have you been drinking alone, cowboy?”

“Needed some liquid courage. Knew you’d come by.”

“I make you nervous, huh?”

The filthy smirk written across your face sends electricity crackling across his skin, the hairs on his arms standing up.

“Thought you’d have figured that out by now.”

“You’re really blowing up my ego, you know. I make the Bucky Barnes nervous. Who’d have thought?”

He shuts you up by kissing you again, snaking his hands around your back to plaster your bodies together. You tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging on it slightly.

“You’re letting your hair grow.”

“You like it long.”

You stop for a moment, watching his face carefully.

“Yeah. I do. How’d you know?”

“You pull it more when it’s long. Can feel how much you like it.”

“You’re a menace,” you laugh. “How about you take me inside, and I’ll show you just how much I like it? Unless you wanna give your neighbours front row seats…”

He chuckles and shakes his head before throwing you over his shoulder, laughing harder when you start shrieking. He carries you over the threshold, a beautiful prediction of years to come.

✵  ✵    ·　 ✵ 　　 *  · ✵

You and Bucky spend the evening in his kitchen with the windows open, watching the setting sun. The gentle ocean breeze flows through the room, tussling Bucky’s chocolate brown hair and glinting off the ice in his rocks glass.

“You want me to come with you tomorrow, when you scout locations? I’ll be your chauffeur, if you like.”

“What about work?”

“I’m the boss, baby.”

“So you keep reminding me.”

He kicks you lightly under the table, laughing when you stick your tongue out at him.

“Yeah, Buck. I’d love it if you came with. You can use your contractor knowledge and help me out.”

“It’s a date. You want me to bring my clipboard? Tape measure? Mechanical pencil?”

“You gonna bring your talking machinery too, Bob The Builder?”

Bucky stands from his chair and pulls yours out, wrapping his arms around your waist and picking you up. He spins you around before putting you down and dragging you up the stairs, kicking his bedroom door open.

He throws you onto the bed unceremoniously, chuckling when you almost bounce off. You toss your shirt at his face, before shucking off your jeans and doing the same thing. He catches them with ease, winking at you before undressing himself.

He crawls up your body, kissing any skin he can find as he goes. He starts at your ankle, before moving to your knee, your thigh, your hip, your stomach, your chest, your neck, and eventually your lips. You’re almost shaking, alive with the anticipation of having every inch of Bucky pressed against you.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” he rasps into your ear. “I’ll give it to you. Anything.”

“Just want you.”

“Need to get you ready first,” he murmurs, fingers trailing between your legs. His breath hitches when he feels how wet you are.

“Oh honey,” he groans. “You been like this all night? Hmm?”

“Since I first saw you waiting for me.”

He groans again, resting his head in the crook of your neck.

“Please, Buck. Just wanna feel you.”

Who is he to deny you when you ask so damn pretty?

“You’re killing me,” he mutters against your skin.

Bucky slides into you with one smooth thrust, biting down on your shoulder as he does it. You shudder at the feeling, and at the thought of having the imprint of his teeth on you later.

You both gasp, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him in to you. You loop your legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass to press him even closer.

“Fuck me,” you choke out. “Need it, Buck.”

“My needy girl,” he chuckles lowly. “Gonna give you everything.”

Bucky retracts his hips before thrusting back into you, deep and full. You whine, and he’s convinced the sound will never be matched. It’s like angel song, rose tinted and heavenly.

He fucks you into the mattress, long, slow thrusts that make you want to cry a little. You’re not sure you’ve ever felt so connected to him - every single part of you touching his, bodies plastered together and souls intertwined.

He presses open mouthed kisses into the crook of your neck, right into your sweet spot. When he feels you getting close, he dances his fingers down your body and circles your clit, languid but precise. Your back arches as you find your release, clawing your nails down his back and locking your ankles around his hips.

“Oh fuck, honey - fuck.”

Bucky finishes with a shudder, sinking his teeth back into your shoulder. His raspy groans hit your ears just right, sweat dripping down onto your dewy skin.

“Love you, baby. Fuck, I love you.”

You’re both panting, trying to catch your breath as you come down from your highs.

“I love you too,” you giggle, pressing kisses to his damp forehead.

He collapses his weight onto you, chuckling when you groan. You push him off so he can lie next to you, strong arm thrown over your stomach as he pulls you in close.

You stay tangled for a while, letting the breeze from the window cool you both down. Bucky traces absentminded patterns across your back, rough fingertips sending goosebumps over your skin.

“I’m excited for tomorrow,” you murmur, keeping the volume low.

“Me too. Feels like a big step for our future, doesn’t it?”

“I just never imagined I’d have… this. You, the job I’ve always dreamed of… it doesn’t feel real. I mean, we’re going to look at places for a second location of my business. Who ever could have predicted I’d say that sentence?”

“Everything works out the way it’s supposed to. I told you that, that night on the beach. Before we knew. Remember?”

“I remember,” you smile, recalling that evening. You’d felt so inexplicably connected to Bucky that day. Little did you know what was to follow.

You fall asleep wrapped up in Bucky’s arms, warm and content.

You’ve never known happiness like it.

✵  ✵    ·　 ✵ 　　 *  · ✵

The day flies by with Bucky by your side.

You’re a little out of your depth, admittedly. You don’t know much about real estate, or what makes a viable location for a bakery. But Bucky helps - explaining what to avoid, warning signs to look out for, checking out all of the boring stuff like gas mains and water pipes and backup generators. He never patronises you, even when you look at him like a deer in headlights. He clarifies himself when you become unsure, laying out explanations carefully and simply. He’s the perfect right hand man.

“You almost ready, honey?”

“Yeah Buck, give me one second!”

You walk into the kitchen where Bucky’s leaning against the counter, beer in hand. He’s in loose jeans and a linen button up, the white shirt beautifully showing off his tanned skin. He’s got several buttons undone, toned chest peeking through. He looks effortlessly perfect.

You stop in front of him, fixing the buckle on your sandals. You look up at Bucky to find him staring at you, open mouthed.

“You alright, handsome?”

“You look… you look - fuck, you look gorgeous.”

Heat rises up your skin, still so susceptible to his compliments.

“Thank you,” you whisper, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” he chuckles into your mouth.

Bucky rests a hand against the base of your throat, pulling you into him. His other hand plays with the hem of your dress, your skin burning where his fingers brush. You kiss him back harder, groaning when he nips at your bottom lip. He sucks on your tongue, and your knees buckle.

You pull back suddenly, putting three feet of distance between you.

“We need to go.”

Your hair is tousled, chest rising and falling at a rapid pace as you try to regain your composure. Bucky smirks at you, laughing when you flip him off.

“Come on. My parents and paella await us.”

✵  ✵    ·　 ✵ 　　 *  · ✵

Your Mom has done it again.

Golden lights adorn the beams of the deck, the table littered with flowers and wine glasses begging to be filled. There’s already a few people scattered around the yard, chatting and laughing in the warm evening air.

“Oh baby, you look so beautiful.”

Your Mom engulfs you in a hug, pulling back to look at you from a distance. You’re wearing a yellow sundress, form fitting in all the right places. The skirt blows in the gentle breeze, fanning around you like an angels halo.

“This place looks amazing, Mama. I made you a tropical tart - it’s pineapple and coconut, with a mango coulis.”

“Oh, it’s gorgeous. I’ll put it in the fridge and get you some wine, honey. Buck, you want wine or beer?”

“Wine, please Lori. You need a hand?”

“If you’re offering,” she winks, laughing when he pokes her in the side as they leave towards the kitchen.

“Your father says you’re moving back home.”

You turn around to see Cora looking at you expectantly. You haven’t seen her since the incident that evening months ago.

“Uh, yeah. I love California, but I think I outgrew it after culinary school.”

She nods at you in faux sympathy, overbearing and sickly sweet.

“Aw, sweetie. Sometimes, things just don’t work out the way we hoped, huh?”

“Mhmm,” you hum noncommittally. “Yeah, I guess.”

You look for an exit, but she rubs your arm in support, pulling you back.

“I saw you today, you know.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yes! Down on Maple, by the corner. You were with Bucky.”

You freeze suddenly, blood running cold. You and Bucky are always affectionate, whether you mean to be or not. It’s just the way it is, being alongside your soulmate. Of course, Cora doesn’t know this. All she’s seen is you, out in town with your Dad’s best friend, looking cosier than platonic.

Your ears are ringing. You wonder, for a second, if you’re experiencing deja vu.

“Yeah, he… he has contracting experience. Just needed a second opinion. I’m no builder, after all.”

You force a laugh, willing the ground to swallow you up.

“You two are friends? You seem pretty close.”

She’s watching you, waiting for a reaction. You don’t give it to her.

“I’ve known him for a while, I see him often. He’s a good friend to my Dad, so you can imagine we know each other pretty well by now.”

“Yeah. It sure looked like it.”

You’re wracking your brain, trying to understand what she saw. Then it hits you.

On the corner of Maple is a florist’s, alive with blooming flowers and plants of every colour. You’d been admiring the tulips when Bucky had wrapped his arms around you from behind, whispering in your ear about how you’re the prettiest flower of all, honey.

There’s no running away from this. She’s caught you, in broad daylight.

“We’re friends,” you reiterate, praying for mercy.

You shoot her a fake smile before turning on your heel, making a beeline for the kitchen to find your Mom. When you get there, you gulp down your entire glass of strawberry wine, begging the sugar to lift your mood and calm your nerves.

The rest of the night goes off fairly smoothly.

You eat paella and fruit tart, drink wine, laugh with your parents and their friends. Bucky occasionally slips a hand beneath the table, squeezing your thigh in silent reassurance. You tangle your fingers with his for a moment before letting go, praying everyone else is none the wiser.

Every time Cora opens her mouth, your chest constricts a little. But she seems to have learnt her lesson somewhat, only speaking to tell obnoxiously long and tangent filled stories and offer comments no one asked for. Eventually, you all disperse from the table, making conversation elsewhere.

“What’s on your mind?” a low voice rasps in your ear.

You’re sat on the swing in the corner of the garden, watching the world go by. Bucky snakes his arm over the back of it, fingertips brushing your shoulder.

“Cora saw us today. Think she knows.”

“She’s a fucking nuisance.”

You laugh, the sound vibrating through Bucky’s bones.

“Yeah, she is. She’s also a gossip. She won’t keep her mouth shut for long if she thinks she’s sitting on something newsworthy.”

He thinks for a moment, taking a deep breath.

“So we tell them.”

“So we tell them.”

You lean back into Bucky’s arm, inhaling the familiar scent of peace.

“We should do it as soon as possible.”

“How about tomorrow?”

You nod, biting your glossy lips.

“Yeah. We need to do it sometime, and we’ve delayed the inevitable for long enough. We’ll do it tomorrow.”

Bucky nudges closer to you, so your sides are pressed together.

“It’ll all work out the way it’s supposed to, honey girl.”

You smile gently.

“I know. I don’t think I believed you the first time you said that to me. But I do now.”

“You and me against the world, baby.”

“You and me against the world, Buck.”

It truly feels like it, at the moment. You and Bucky against the world.

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Alby's Notes (#9)

Hello everyone! It’s been quite a while, hasn’t it? 😅

Well, time for us to take a seat and talk, ‘cause I’ve got some news for y’all. Dunno if this is going to be good or bad news to you guys, so I’m just calling it news

1. I’m not going to be very active on Tumblr, at least for the foreseeable future.

It has honestly been rather challenging for me to juggle acads, orch, personal stuff, writing, and managing this blog all together, so for the sake of my sanity, I’ve made the tough decision to take a few steps back from posting content here.

2. I’ll be closing the ask box for a while.

Since I haven’t been able to answer asks for a month or two, I now have a backlog of asks to go through. The number of asks I have in my inbox is rather overwhelming to me, to be honest 😅 And some of them are similar to others that have been sent previously, which I feel bad about because it’s like, wasted time, y'know, like, you wouldn't have needed to ask a similar question if i had answered the first one 😓

And some similar questions I haven’t been able to answer because they’re questions that I need time (and the brainpower honestly) to answer. 😓

So until I’ve cleared out my Tumblr inbox, I’ll be closing the ask box.

3. I’ll be shifting more towards using Discord

I’ve made a Discord server while I’ve been slowly chipping away at Chapter 1 Part 3 :) Special thanks to my lil bro @system-operations for being my guinea pig as I worked on and tested out the server 🤭

So, part of the reason why it’s been difficult for me to do stuff on Tumblr is because my access to it is rather limited now due to personal stuff; it’s nothing bad, don’t worry, and it’s not because I’ve been doing anything shady or illegal (I think it’d be the shock of the century to people who know me if they ever heard that I did something like that 😅). It’s just personal stuff 😅

I also think that part of why I’ve been overwhelmed with Tumblr stuff is because of the similar asks that start to pile up the longer that I’m unable to answer them, which is why I’ve set up some forum channels in the server where people can send questions and feedback and you guys can see what questions have been asked and which ones have been answered, especially without needing to wonder if I received your questions and answered them or not.

But the main purpose of this server is to provide a lil space where you guys can hang out and maybe interact with each other and with me :3 I’ve got a few things planned for server activities:

Game Night: We would play some of the games in Discord Activities and some other online browser games like Red Flags and Cards Against Humanity

Watch Party: We would watch some animes that are available on Youtube (such as Campfire Cooking in Another World [10/10 great anime in my opinion we stan wholesomeness in this household]) and Starkid musicals (the Hatchetfield trilogy is fire y’all), and probably some other Youtube stuff

Study With Me: Just popping into a voice channel and playing some music while I study helps me quite a lot apparently, so if that works for any of you who might join the server, it’s a-okay if you wanna join in :3

But of course, participation in these activities is very much optional! It’s okay if you’d prefer to lurk, I’m a lurker myself in most of the other servers I’ve joined 😅

However, I do want to make it very clear now that this will be an 18+ server, as it will not only be for ATE but also for the other IF projects that I have planned, some of which will contain content that is not suitable for minors. So just to be sure, I’ve decided to restrict the server to those 18 and above. Please, for any underage followers that I may have, do not lie about your age if you join because I will have to remove you from the server. You have been warned.

4. Now, going back to the Tumblr asks...

So now that I’ve laid out the stuff with Discord, you might be wondering what’s gonna happen with the Tumblr asks after I’ve answered the stuff in my inbox. Well, here’s what I’m planning to do:

Step 1: Compile all Tumblr asks into a Google doc 

Step 2: Add any Discord asks into same Google doc

Step 3: Share the Google doc for public viewing

Step 4: Re-open Tumblr ask box

Step 5: Update the Google doc as I receive asks, even if I’m unable to answer the questions immediately

This way, everyone can see the asks, whether or not you’ve got Discord or Tumblr, and the search for the asks is gonna be a lot more efficient! 

So long, Tumblr search, hellooo my old buddy ctrl/cmd+f!

5. And what about the Tumblr blog in general?

It’s still gonna be here, and I’m still going to post about significant updates to ATE! It’s just gonna be quieter once I’m done answering all the asks that are currently in my ask box.

So, yeah! That’s my novella of news 😅 I’ll be sharing the link for the Discord server in the next post so the link and the stuff I’ve said about it aren’t buried in the wall of text you just read/skimmed through. 😅

Thank you all so much for all the love and support you’ve had for ATE, and I hope you all have a great day/night ahead!

#alby's notes #after the end #ate-if #ate-if asks

[cherry-bomb-blush]

You mentioned Graves a few days ago and hhhhh He'd be such a teasy little shit while interrogating someone with a shit eating grin on his face,,, "Tell me what I want to know and I'll go easy on ya" and that he will but in the most insufferable way where he takes advantage of someone being weak to gentle tkls 😖 The worst part is that his Shadows would most definitely want in on the fun as well if he lets them and it would be awful! Though, he'd probably have fun with it and tease his lee into oblivion, bonus points if they do get flustered easily because they'll never hear the end of it and mmmmm I hate Graves with a burning passion but he'd be something else as a ler,,, Sorry for ranting in your inbox, I'm just glad someone else has finally seen the potential he has!!

First of all, I'm so sorry this took me several days to respond to 😭😭 I've been so caught up in work I've barely had time for myself 💀💀 Like I've been slowly chipping away at this ask, adding stuff little by little 😭🤚

And second, NEVER apologize for ranting in my inbox!! This shit gives me LIFE and I'll eat it up EVERY. DAMN. TIME.

I also used to hate his guts but then out of nowhere he started growing on me for some reason??? And now I'm OBSESSED.

I think he loves leaning over his lee to try and intimidate them with, as you said, a shit eating grin (especially if they're shorter than him or sitting down)

Intimidation + Anticipation feels like his cup of tea to me.

Also? Him saying he'll go easy on you, but in reality, he's just gonna wreck your shit anyway, just with gentle tks is EVIL and SO him I think.

But I also think he loves using rougher tks on the more stubborn lees. Like he actively looks forward to it. Probably gets a big stupid grin on his face when it clicks in his head.

Ohgghg my mind turns into putty over him I'm afraid

I'm not sure what else to put lmao 😭🤚 just that he's mean and a teasy little shit that needs to be taken out fr

#ler!graves #cod tickle #tickle headcanons #tickle hcs #again I'm sorry this took so long 😭🤚 #and for what

[ccbb2222]

Could i ask for a comfort one, where the reader had a bad day and just starts to lose hope completly but Ted helps them on their feet again with his sillyness? 👉👈

:) Definitely! I was about to sit down and write tonight anyways, so this comes at just the perfect time. One-Shot based on the prompt above ^^ No warnings, just fluff :)

The past few months offered you a series of highs and lows. Each day, you tried to remind yourself that the highs outweighed the lows: moving to England from the States, bumping into an energetic man with a mustache one evening at the local pub, and then slowly but surely navigating the flirtation that seemed to blossom between the two of you. One date had turned into four, then five, then before you knew it you were having the talk about expectations, what you needed from each other, and where this all was going. Ted had been a welcome surprise. Not knowing anyone in Richmond, he served as your enthusiastic tour guide and networker. He took you under his warm and inviting wing, and you nestled there as often as you could.

Moving to England had not been part of the plan. You were burned out at work, your friends all started new chapters in their lives and moved away for their respective careers, and your relationship with you long term boyfriend slowly crumbled as you grew apart. Needless to say, you needed a change.

Moving to Richmond was a wonderful solution, but it didn't solve everything.

The fact of the matter was, you were still applying for a new job, and the temporary gig you had freelance copywriting for a local shop was not enough to keep you afloat.

So as you sat in your flat, and your inbox pinged with the latest recruiter's name, your heart skipped a beat. The agency you interviewed with seemed fast-paced and challenging. You made it to the final round of interviews with them, and your heart raced as quickly clicked the message labeled: Re: Final Round Interview

Immediately, you were filled with dread when you got to the second line of the email: At this time we have decided to move forward with another candidate. Another job lost out to someone better. The cycle of applying, interviewing, and facing rejection was slowly chipping away at you, and this most recent rejection brought frustrated tears to your eyes. Would you ever be enough?

Just when you were about to give in and let them flow freely, you hear the familiar sound of the spare keys jiggling in the lock. Usually, you loved the milestone you and Ted had reached: keys to each other's places, but tonight, you just wanted to lay down and cry.

"Howdy ho!" Ted's cheerful voice greets from the entryway. You were sat at the kitchen counter, which gave you approximately six seconds to pull yourself together before he reached you.

In typical Ted fashion, his mouth didn't stop moving after his initial greeting. "Man, I gotta tell you, baby, today was a wild one at practice. Dani did this flip-kick ninja move that damn near blew my mustache right off my face." Moving into the kitchen to set down some takeout, he doesn't initially notice you trying to compose yourself.

"Freakin' incredible. Then Rebecca told me to tell you that she and Keeley are hoping to take you out with them this weekend. Now, those two know how to have a good time. Let me tell you. By the way, I brought home some—" He turns around to finally look at you and halts his words when he sees the tears brimming your eyes.

"Hey now," He comes around the counter quickly, bending to meet you at eye level. "What's got you so upset?"

You shrug, trying to play it off. "It's nothing, I'm fine," Your voice wavers at the word fine and you give yourself away.

His brows furrow and you see the concern in his brown eyes, taking you in as he runs his hands down your shoulders, over the crease of your elbows, and finally reaches for your hands.

"Baby," He speaks softly, "I'd very much like if you told me what's got you upset. Seein' you upset makes me upset." His voice is so earnest and full of warmth.

"The agency I interviewed with," You start, and he nods encouragingly, "They emailed me just now. I didn't get it, Ted. I don't know how many jobs I need to apply for or interviews I need to schedule. I'm just so tired and maybe this whole thing was a mistake. I don't know what to do anymore," The tears flow freely and Ted moves to wipe them away with his thumbs.

"Oh shoot, honey," He pulls you close to him and you immediately smell the familiar scent of his cologne, "You got every right to be upset. But I gotta tell you something, okay?"

He pulls away, looking at you once more. "I know this hasn't been easy for you. Hell, it shocks me every day how difficult it's been. I've read your stuff, and I know I'm your boyfriend and all, but you're damn good at what you do. And one of these companies will see that. I'm sorry these others haven't but you don't want to work for those jerks anyways."

You sniffle and nod, "Thank you, Ted."

"I'm always here for you, you know that right? For every good day or bad day." He brushes your hair behind your ear and gives your forehead a kiss.

"I know that," You say with a soft smile, "I know something will work out. It's just...this latest rejection really pushed me over the edge."

Ted nods understandingly then asks, "Did I ever tell you about my first coaching job?" A small smile appears on his face.

"Hmm...I don't believe you did."

"Ohhh this is a good one." He straightens up to stand and claps his hands together, "So, back in the day when I was starting out, I tried to get a coachin' gig. It took me a long time. I tried applying for high school teams, college teams, junior college teams, but no one took me." He shrugs. "That was until I got to coach the senior league."

"The senior league? As in..." You trail off with a raised eyebrow.

"Old people. Yeah."

"What?"

"Oh baby, you should've see them. Granted, they weren't allowed to tackle. It was more of a flag football type situation. Well," He's lost in his own thoughts again, "They couldn't run very fast so the whole thing was a bit of a bust. But yeah, the two local nursing homes in my town decided to start a league."

"There is no way this story is true," Your sides were splitting with laughter picturing a young Ted coaching old men in American football.

"You better believe it." He smiles at you. "And you know what? Eventually everything fell into place for me."

You smile, standing from your seat to wrap your arms around his neck, "You just always know what to say, Coach."

You feel his shoulder tense, and you pull back alarmed, "Did I just unlock a kink or something?" You raise an eyebrow.

He blushes looking down, "I, uh, have no idea what you're talkin' about."

Dropping your arms from his shoulders and stepping back, you begin to walk towards your bedroom throwing a look over your shoulder, "I think I need some help in here, Coach."

You smile when you hear steps following quickly behind you.

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This is how I picture Ted coaching old people. Idk, that concept made me laugh.

#ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso x reader #ted lasso x oc #ted lasso x you #ted lasso #ted lasso fanfiction

[sassymajesty]

Hi, I’m sorry not sorry if your inbox on Ao3 is full of dross reviews but as a reader and finding an author with work I can relate and is full of empathy emotions and depth I can’t help it when the long reviews come out.

As I said on A03 I really really would like you to sequel Escort, but following on from the night Aden finds the baby shoes. I think it would be fitting for Clarke to carry Lexa’s baby her eggs so this baby is theirs it would have such a cathartic healing in my opinion - which I’m sure doesn’t count for much. Your work is phenomenal and that fictions grabbed me after finding it on a must read list and I’ve gone through the whole thing.

I’m now working my way through one shots and the fake wedding I’m reading now has been equally funny as flawed as it was but I’ve just reached where they meet again.

So thank you for the effort you put in to these plots I know how hard it is but I appreciate it really appreciate the work.

Thank you and kudos.

are you kidding me, getting long comments on every chapter with theories and questions and such lovely words is like drugs straight into my blood stream. if anyone figures out how to bottle that feeling, they’re making BANK. i know you left some questions at the end of bargaining for more and i’m sitting down to answer it in detail once i have some decent free time. and i want to say thank you, genuinely, for all these lovely comments. they had me going back to each chapter and skimming what i wrote years ago and… it was a very nice feeling, to see how far i’ve come as a writer, how far those two have come as characters.

i’m slowly chipping away at the next chapter. there are quite a few before earning it back wraps up still, but i want to keep expanding and exploring them beyond that. and yep, clarke getting pregnant is definitely happening — with jealous aden and all. you can find most of it in the f: boe series tag (some asks got lost along the way) and that's the fun thing about tumblr, we're often chatting away here about a story or another

#i hope you enjoy the other fics as well!! 🥰 #mezg64 #nina's mail #💌

[skyward-floored]

what are all your wips? not asking to post the excerpts themselves but like. what fics are you working on / plan to do? if you dont mind sharing your secret plans…… :)

I don’t mind at all! I love talking about my fics/wips, thanks for asking!!!

Prepare yourself for a BIG LIST of fics, some of which that have been half-published, and also some that haven’t yet seen the light of day :)

The Twilight Turns — true form au! Midna gets her true form back WAY earlier than in canon, and this leads to both her and Link catching quite a few feelings. The next chapter is sort of on pause until I get around to playing the part I’m at in-game.

Royal Castletown Wedding — a fic that started as a joke post, I stole the plot of a my little pony episode and lu-ified it. If you think it is just fluffy silliness than you are wrong. I’ve hit the climax, and there’s only a few chapters left of this one!

Brethren in a Cradle — *gently holds* my very special multichap fic I haven’t updated in months (I’M SORRY) about Wild, as well as the rest of the chain, stumbling across a baby and having no other options, take him with them. Warriors had snuck his way into the focus as well. The next chapter IS being worked on, just verrrry slowly. This fic means a lot to me and I’m NOT giving up on it.

Up in Arms — Warriors loses an arm during the war, and struggles immensely with coming to terms with it. Fortunately he ends up with 8 other heroes who are more than willing to help. First chapter of this is up, the second and third (fourth?) chapters are in progress.

The Many Courses of Love — a fic exploring all the different relationships of the Links after their adventures, a chapter per game. This one isn’t lu, (it’s actually connected to my own Link’s meet thing) but I’m very attached to it. Next couple chapters are being worked on, but aren’t very close to finished XD

Unnamed Time & Legend fic — angst/whump/hurt/comfort o-rama. This one is a continuation of a whumptober I wrote in 2021, but it can honestly stand on its own. Everyone, especially Time and Legend, has a Bad Time. A specific secret is also revealed. Planning on finishing this one entirely and releasing the couple chapters it has on a schedule.

Unnamed breath of the wild aftermath/Dark Link fic — a multichap I’ve had cooking for years, after the events of botw the Yiga decide revenge is due, and steal some of Link’s blood to make a copy of him to kill him. Except they don’t account for Zelda’s magic accidentally getting mixed up in there, and they make... a pretty sweet guy who has no clue what’s going on. The first chapter of this is done actually, but I don’t want to post it because the rest is... nowhere near done in any way XD

Incredibles au main story — the entire dang movie as an lu fic, I’m chipping away at it when I can! Not ready to be published yet, but I’m working on it :)

Incredibles au Hyrule backstory — this one is close to being done, it’s about how Hyrule ended up with the rest of the boys

Unnamed Warriors and Hyrule fic — the traveler and captain couldn’t be more unalike, but it turns out they’re connected by much more than they previously thought. This one is on the back burner, but I work on it occasionally. Thinkin it’ll be one of those 5 + 1 fics the kids do.

Unnamed Warriors and Mask/Time fic — traitor angst babeyyyyy! I’m stuck on this one, don’t know when it’ll be done.

Fic for Tellie — (yes that’s the working title) set in her palace au, it’s almost done :)

Courage of Ages — aaauuuggghh my own Link’s meet au thing, it’s been on the back burner as well, but I love it so and love questions about it. It’ll be publishable someday...

Tri Force Heroes oneshot collection — a bunch of oneshots about Tri force heroes, plus post-game backstory stuff with my versions of these guys :)

Assorted requests sitting in my inbox from ages ago — *sweating* ages ago I asked for some fic ideas, several of which are... still sitting in my inbox, unanswered. I’ve barely worked on them, but I’ll do them eventually!

There’s a few more not on this list, but they’re either self-indulgent things I’ll never publish, ideas that are barely formed or I haven’t started writing as of yet, or fics I started but didn’t continue and haven’t touched in months.

Anyways whew, I think that’s it! I’m always willing to answer questions about all of these, so don’t be shy!

#I also accept pokes from when I’m procrastinating or being a perfectionist and not just posting things already #answers from the floor #anon #wips #writing from the floor #brethren in a cradle #up in arms #castletown wedding #Incredibles au #true form au #courage of ages #hmm I’m realizing I #probably should’ve put a readmore #oh well #long post

[liecoris]

— so i've had the motivation to finally work on my drafts lmao so I've been slowly chipping away at them over my work day, I'll probably try and get them all done before queue-ing them up and then work on the asks that have been collecting in my inbox lol

#»» ooc. || ✨ — ʟᴏᴄᴀʟ ꜰᴏxɢɪʀʟ ꜱɪᴍᴘ.

[kelyon]

TMI Tuesday

Hey there, Tumblr.

My plan for the big federal holiday weekend was to write enough of Live Wire that I could announce that I'll be posting the final chapter on Friday... so naturally I spent the entirety of Monday beating Uncharted 3. No regrets! It's a great game. I'm allowed to have days when my brain turns to mush. It's legally defensible for me to spend my free time however I want.

So yeah, I am slowly chipping away at Live Wire. It's a tough fic to write because I don't know much about electronics, especially the insides of them and how they work. Every new paragraph of this fic requires 20 minutes of googling the history of some appliance or another. It doesn't surprise me, but it does take the wind out of my sails a little.

Which is a shame because I really like this fic. Of all my writing, I feel like this is something I'd be most likely to show my parents or enter into a short story contest. It feels... legitimate. The story of 20th century America told from (basically) the perspective of appliances, which is also the story of a benevolent ghost who falls in love with the families that lives in her house. That's an idea that stands on its own and really doesn't have anything to do with fandom.

(Maybe that's also why it's pleasant, but not particularly compelling for me to write.)

In other news, I made my official post for the Summer of WIPs. It's an ambitious list and I'll be going on a very loose definition of "summer." Feel free to ask about any of these upcoming fics. Let me know which one(s) you're most excited for.

I'm also going to be reblogging an ask meme, so please ask me questions off of that.

I love you all and I hope you have a wonderful day!

My inbox is here

#tmi tuesday #live wire

[pillage-and-lute]

Prompt: Either out of embarrassment or being a little shit, Jaskier lies outrageously to Geralt about humans (on the level of “I’m molting” or “These? They’re rocks, to snack on.”) and might get away with it?

Hi Dahliavandare! I always love seeing you in my inbox. I changed this just a *teeny* bit. WARNING: VERY SLIGHTLY HORNY (it’s Jaskier, duh) There is also a little bit of angst because Jaskier gets sick.

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“Jaskier,” Geralt growled.

“What?” The young bard yelped. “I wasn’t even singing that time.”

“No, you just--hmmm.”

“I just hmmm what?” Jaskier asked, pausing in his near-constant strumming.

“You smell like...hmm.”

“I smell?” Jaskier said, both hands planted on his hips. “That’s pretty rich coming from you, my friend--”

“Not friends.”

“You smell like a barn. Anyway-”

“No, Jaskier,” Geralt said, running one, gloved hand through his hair. “Witchers can sort of smell emotions, right?”

Jaskier looked up at him, a sudden hint of anxiety in his scent. “I thought that was a myth.”

“Not entirely.” Geralt shook his head as if clearing a thought from it. “We can’t smell complex things, but joy, fear, anger...desire.”

Jaskier, for once, didn’t look at Geralt, studying instead the flowers at the side of the road. “Desire?”

“I-yes.” Geralt said. “And I wanted to know if all humans smell like...”

“Desire?” Jaskier said, then began talking fast. “Oh yes, of course, most humans, especially my age, well, they smell like this all the time. All the time. Naturally.”

It sort of checked out, at least to Geralt’s thinking. Young humans were horny, and although the overriding scent when Geralt was around was fear, he remembered being a teenager, with all the baggage that entailed at Kaer Morhen, and yes, constantly horny was among those memories. Jaskier himself was definitely still young by human standards, perhaps twenty or so from his youthful features. 

Geralt chalked the horniness up to humanity and hormones and left it at that. 

--- 

Later on, Geralt had other questions related to humanity, more specifically that part of humanity that included Jaskier. 

“I thought humans couldn’t eat those?” Geralt couldn’t, he’d eaten one during training on a dare and spent the next day with his head in the privy.

Jaskier looked down at the mushroom in his hand. It was a beautiful, bright red, with little white spots. He’d been snacking on similar ones for the last mile or so. 

“Of course we can,” he said. “Humans eat these all the time.” There was a rising tone in his voice that indicated something, but as Geralt had mentioned before, witchers couldn’t actually smell the more complicated emotions. 

“They, um,” Jaskier said. “They just can’t be eaten by humans during-er- during summer. It’s fall now, so it’s okay.”

Geralt shrugged. What did he know of human biology? He wouldn’t be eating another of them ever, at any time. His stomach lurched a little just at the thought.

---

“You didn’t buy the ring.”

Jaskier looked up at Geralt, eyes bright in the sunshine. The bustle of the market around them pushed against him like a tide, but a little patch of space was left around Geralt. Jaskier stepped into the space. “The ring?”

“You liked it,” Geralt grunted. “I could tell.” It had been a little thing, cheaply made of poor materials, but the bard’s eyes had lit up upon seeing the little buttercup detailing, and he’d admired for several minutes, although without touching. 

Jaskier shrugged. “It was made of iron.”

“And?”

“Human’s can’t wear iron, Geralt.”

“Then why did the man sell it?” 

“Well some humans can wear it of course, those with very tough skin, but I’m delicate.” Jaskier sniffed. 

“Humans...can’t wear iron?” It didn’t sound right.

“Not right up close to their skin,” Jaskier said. “It turns us, um, purple.”

Geralt shrugged it off. He’d once been called to a castle where a baron had believed himself cursed because his finger was turning green, but he’d simply been wearing a cheap brass ring.

---

After the first winter they met again in the spring something was definitely different.

“Your freckles,” Geralt said.

“What about them?” Jaskier said, looking away.

What about them indeed. They glimmered like chips of mica. At first Geralt had thought it a trick of the light, but no, there was a definite glitter to Jaskier’s skin.

“They’re...shining?”

Jaskier cocked his head at Geralt, cheeks shimmering. “Geralt,” he said slowly. “You know humans shimmer in the spring...right?” 

Shimmer?

“I’d never noticed,” Geralt said. Admittedly he paid a little more attention to Jaskier than perhaps he ought, but still, one would think he’d have seen this before.

“It’s part of the growing process,” Jaskier said. 

---

“Jaskier, your cheeks are red,” Geralt said, stepping out of the small bathtub the inkeeper had brought up. He stepped closer to the bard, still naked and dripping water, and pressed the back of his hand to Jaskier’s forehead.

“Nnhgh,” Jaskier said.

“Are you well?” Geralt asked, cupping Jaskier’s flushed face with his other hand. It didn’t feel like he had a fever.

Jaskier pushed his hands away, face even redder than before.

“I’m perfectly fine, Geralt,” he said, higher pitched than usual. “Human faces get red for no reason now...put on some pants.”

---

“Jaskier you’re drunk,” Geralt said. It was a pretty obvious statement, considering he had his bard draped over him like a shawl.

“Hehe, yep,” Jaskier said, reaching up with one, long finger and tracing Geralt’s jawline with it. 

“You didn’t have any alcohol, I’m sure of it.” Jaskier normally had an extremely high alcohol tolerance in any case.

“‘O course not,” Jaskier said, leaning even more fully into Geralt’s hold. “Had milk.”

“Milk can’t get people drunk.”

“Milk can’t get witchers drunk,” Jaskier slurred. “Get’s humans drunk though, dunnit?”

“Can it?”

“Yeah, definitely, not the kids, but like, how often do you see, like adult humans drinkin’ milk?”

Not often, Geralt thought. He put Jaskier to bed in the inn and it was like pouring an octopus into a bucket. One loose yet gripping arm pulled Geralt closer to Jaskier, the bard leaned in and brushed soft lips to Geralt’s cheekbone.

Geralt wondered if it was another mystery of humans that the spot seemed to tingle all night and he couldn’t seem to stop thinking about it.

---

Geralt clutched Jaskier as the bard fell to his knees, groaning. His face was sickly in it’s palor and he was trembling. He’d just lurched up from the table at the inn and stumbled to the door. Geralt had followed him and the young bard had just collapsed like this.

“Jaskier,” he said, clutching a chilled cheek, his other hand seeking one of Jaskier’s. “Jaskier what’s wrong.”

“Lemon,” Jaskier whispered, lacing shaking finger’s with Geralt’s. “In the fish, there was lemon.”

“Lemon’s fine, isn’t it?” Geralt asked, slow heart racing as he looked into eyes that were becoming glassy and clouded.

Jaskier shook his head and it seemed to exhaust him.

“’S fine for humans.” He said. “Not fae.”

“Fae,” Geralt said, cradling his friend. “Jaskier you’re not making sense.” 

“Mmh,” Jaskier said, smiling sadly. His face changed, his eyes going glow bright and his ears lengthening a little. His skin took on a slightly green tint. 

Geralt looked into the face of his fae bard, rubbing a thumb over his cheekbone and the shimmering freckles there. “How do I heal you, you have to tell me.”

Jaskier blinked slowly, eyes dimming further.

Geralt shook him, desperation taking over.

“Jaskier what heals a fairy?”

What heals a fairy? He’d learned that at some point hadn’t he? Long ago. They were rare, and most witchers never saw one in their whole lives but if you could help one they’d grant you one wish, not tricks. 

Poetry. 

Fuck.

“Jaskier,” Geralt rasped, throat feeling dry. Those beautiful eyes blinked at him, slowly. 

“I...I think you have pretty eyes,” Geralt said. “And I like when they, um, match the skies.”

Jaskier blinked at him in confusion, brow wrinkling slightly.

“You look pretty in blue,” Geralt managed, inventing wildly. “And look pretty in green. You look lovely in about every shade in between.”

Some of the deathly palor was fading from Jaskier’s face now and Geralt sought more words. “I thought you were pretty that day you wore purple,” he said. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck, idiot he was an idiot, nothing rhymes with purple. 

“I like your spirit, your moxy, your...your yurple.”

Jaskier was indeed looking better now, and he was smiling.

“I like the way you talk to me, and how you’re always there,” Geralt whispered. “I like the way you hum to me when you help me brush my hair.”

Jaskier sat up slowly, blinking in the dim light.

“I like the way you give treats to Roach, um, and I like the way you smile,” Geralt gulped at the look on Jaskier’s face. “But most of all I like how much I love you, so I want you to promise to, uh, stay? For a while?”

“Oh Geralt,” Jaskier said, cupping his cheek. “That was bad.” Then he kissed him and Geralt’s brain went very very fuzzy.

A little later, in their room in the inn, where Geralt was finishing the fish and Jaskier was having stew avec no-lemon-at-all, he asked, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Jaskier tilted his head thoughtfully as he chewed a piece of potato. “Well, at first I wasn’t sure how you’d take it,” he said. 

Geralt nodded. Fae were a feared and reverred group amongst humans, so caution was reasonable.

“Then it became a sort of game,” Jaskier said shrugging. “I couldn’t resist. So I left you little hints. I thought you’d figure it out for sure with the freckles or the milk.”

Geralt huffed a little sheepishly.

“I don’t care that you’re fae,” he said after a moment.

“I know,” Jaskier said. “And I don’t care that you’re an awful poet.”

“It worked, didn’t it.”

“It did, and now you get a wish, no tricks,” Jaskier held up his hand as if taking an oath. “I promise.”

Geralt thought for a moment. A wish from a fae was no small thing. It should be something powerful, something earth shattering and precious and rare.

“I wish you would kiss me again.”

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Oop, here it is (after quite the wait, sorry about that) I’m actually so proud of this and it’s super sweet and fluffy.

#geraskier #fluff #creature Jaskier #fae jaskier #Roach borrowed the braincell and she isn't giving it back #the witcher #geralt of rivia

[one-real-imonkey]

How do you think it would go for someone from the CG to transfer to a frontline battalion?

Oooo thanks for the ask. Sorry it took a few to respond but here you go…

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Well, I think Palpatine would make it almost impossible to get transferred out once you’re in, because that’s a large part of isolating the Guard. You go in, but once you're in, out is in a bodybag. He does everything in his power, as both as Sith and the Supreme commander of the Army and leader of the Republic, to do it. After all, he needs the Guard isolated for his plans to work properly.

But if someone did get out, I think at first they'd feel shock, relief and confusion, more than anything else. Especially that things were dangerous, but quality of life was actually better and at least it was actually what they were trained to do.

There would be at least some mocking from the others, because they'd be a Corrie, a paper pusher, never seen a real fight, and to a degree that may be true, but none the less quality of life is way up, outside of the fighting anyway. At least in these fights they have proper gear and not just the left overs.

But they’d prove themselves, even if they kept mostly to themself.

It wouldn't actually take that long for the others in the battalion to realise that their vod flinches so much, keeps their head down, shies away from their General, makes themself small. They saw the bruises when their vod first arrived, but brushed them off. They questioned why their vod was thinner, but didn't really investigate, just made sure they weren't skipping meals or anything like that. Once they start realising the other things, pieces come together.

And, once they do, things start changing quickly. Suddenly they’re thinking about their batchmate who went into the CG and how long it’s actually been since they talked, about the next batch over and how they ended up posted in the CG and they can’t remember loading touch but it happened. It begins to spread, more and more of them realising that for one reason or another, or maybe for no reason at all, almost everyone had lost contact with the GAR beyond formal messages.

And none of them had noticed. How hadn’t they noticed.

Most of them start to reach out, through messages or on leave on Coruscant, casual messages (or at least that’s the aim) but it reestablishes communication. Some are well received, some responses are withdrawn and untrusting, wanting to know what they want now after all this time.

Some don’t get messages back, or if it's in person their questions are answered with sad pitying looks, their friends or batch mates have been KIA for months, maybe years. They didn’t even know it.

But slowly, the bonds are reformed. The GAR start watching the CG, instead of dismissing and scorning them. Start noticing patterns, stop causing them problems on their own shore leave (and why were they even doing that in the first place? they're their vode) because their vode don’t need that, and most of all, they start gathering evidence.

The Guard don’t trust them, not after they were so quickly cut off and isolated, and they don’t want to worry their vode when there’s nothing they can do to help, but slowly evidence is gathered.

Some of them go to the Jedi for advice, and the Jedi rally behind the clones as much as they can with the Senate's now solidified wartime control over them, even before Fox risks revealing that Palpatine is the Sith. The evidence and information is complied and sympathetic lawyers are found, as well as Senators like Organa and Amidala. The Jedi medics are the ones to find the chips and start removing them.

The Handmaidens are one of the key part of the plan working, the best at subterfuge, at compiling and organising information, and they have all the contacts they'd need for something like going against a Sith running their government. Organising the protests, the legal action they plan to take, the defence of the clones. The Jedi run the de-chipping in secret, but they are not alone. They hardly have enough medics for that, but between the Handmaidens, clone medics (who are de-chipped first) and medics hired from sympathetic planets to assist.

By the time they go to face Palpatine, everything is ready and in position. The Jedi and clones pick a team to go after Palpatine and his closest together (while also setting up an impenetrable defence for the Temple and keeping up the active war fronts) and also lock down the Senate. Once Palpatine is dead (arrest was the goal but...) and the Senate is taken over (temporarily) real change begins.

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Thanks for the ask, this is kind of an AU if my AU, but a different outcome for the same starting scenario. Hope you liked the answer.

Inbox is always open. (-:

#star wars #corrie guard #coruscant guard #protect the coruscant guard #my corrie guard au #well an au of my corrie guard au #star wars headcanons #the jedi #pro jedi #sheev palpatine #padme amidala #bail organa #naboo handmaidens #commander fox #abuse mention #sith mind control

[teddy06writes]

A Thousand Little Moments (That Help Me Heal)

Requested by @alphamoonlunala9391 "Can you do more parts of What Could Have Been Was Good, But What We Have Now Is Better please and maybe make the character a god hybrid reader"

and sort of @noctis-yeye

This is the Part three of You Didn't Need Us Then, We Don't Need You Now and What Could Have Been Was Good, But What We Have Now Is Better

Quackity x reader; Past mentioned Sapnap x karl x quackity x reader

trigger warnings: some swearing, existentialism? kind of? (Charlie being like, 'everything turns to dust so whats the point')

premise: it's like i said in the part two, its just gonna be a bunch of little scenes that happen in the two year gap, plus the wedding that would then happen at the end of part two for the last scene (no I don't really know how proper weddings go, all the ones i've been too were ~weird~ soooo...)

{to the asker who actually went in my inbox to request, I can't make reader a hybrid because its too late in the series to really change it}

{snowchester las nevadas conflict- we don't know her}

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"(y/n) from Las Nevadas?"

You glanced up from your work to find Charlie at your office door, "Yeah Charlie?"

"This place 'ill be around a while right? No- no explosions like L'manburg?" He slid into the room and dropped into one of the chairs in front of your desk.

You frowned, "How do you know about L'manburg?"

"I told you- I move slow, but I've seen a lot. L'manburg was nice- but then it was gone."

You sighed, "I know... I was there- all three times. L'manburg was my home before Las Nevadas."

"If you and Quackity from Las Nevadas want me to stay here- which it sounds like you do, I want to know: Las Nevadas will be around for a while, right? I don't want it to go to dust like everything else does."

"As much as we can help it Charlie," You glanced down at your desk, "I'm not gonna let another home get destroyed."

~~

You sighed, running a hand through your hair as you made it to the top of the needle.

Purpled was still sitting near the edge of the deck where he'd stayed after you'd finished the tour. It seemed the only difference now, was that behind him the sky was dark, and speckled with stars.

"You got room for company kid?" You asked quietly.

He nodded, and you quickly moved to sit next to him, "So what do you think of the place?"

"'s alright." He mumbled.

"Charlie wasn't enough to scare you off?" You chuckled.

He shook his head, "Nah... Where did you find that guy?"

"Sneakin around one of the restaurants." You laughed.

"He's insane."

"Yeah no, probably." You sighed.

Purpled got quiet again, turning to look back out over the city, "Why'd you offer me a spot here? You said it wasn't a job, so why actually offer it to me?"

You frowned, thinking for a moment, "I guess- ever since L'manburg- I don't want to see anyone else suffering on this server, especially not any more of you kids. You deserve to have a place, and people looking out for you Purpled."

"You keep saying that- but why here? How come you two are the only ones that say that?" He snapped.

Shifting to lean against the railing, you sighed again, "Did you hear about Kinoko Kingdom, when it was founded?"

"Yeah. Karl, Sapnap and George did that, didn't they?"

You nodded, "You know we were supposed to marry Sap and Karl once, Quackity and I."

"Really?" He scoffed.

"Really. Cause we'd been dating, and they'd been dating, and then Karl started hitting on Quackity, and in retaliation Sapnap was hitting on me- anyway, it felt perfect and shit right?"

"Mhhhm."

"Well then one day, right before doomsday, Karl up and disappears, and of course we're worried, but there's a war on. So once its all over, Q was devastated, cause everything he built in El Rapids was gone. He'd always wanted to just make a place for us. He disappeared too.

"Sapnap and I split up to look for them, and planned to meet up here. But- they never turned up. One day we come to find out, they went and started there own place-" You stopped, clearing your throat, and shaking your head, "They abandoned us. I don't want anyone else getting abandoned. This server tried to abandon you Purp, but I'm not gonna let them."

When you looked back over at him, there was a small smile on his face, "...Thank you..."

~~

"(y/n)! Guess who showed up today!"

You chuckled as you looked up to find Quackity leading Fundy toward where you sat at one of the tables under the needle with Charlie, "Fundy! It's so good to see you!"

"Hey (y/n)!" He smiled.

"Hello Fundy From L'manburg!" Charlie greeted excitedly.

Fundy's smile seemed to droop, "How did you know that...?"

"He knows a lot more than most people think," You said apologetically, "Anyway, how have you been?"

"Pretty alright, pretty alright." He nodded, sitting down at one of the open seats as Quackity plopped down next to you.

"That's good. It's good to see you're doing better!"

He nodded, "How have things been going over here?"

"Pretty good," Quackity grinned, "It'll be great to have another official partner on property. So far the only big one we've got living here is Purpled."

"You got Purpled to come here? Wow." Fundy chuckled.

You smiled, "Yeah, I think he's starting construction on a new UFO soon. You got any big plans for being here?"

"I'm not sure yet- but I'll figure it out," He smiled, "I've got a feeling that this place will be better than L'manburg ever could have been."

~~ "Babe, I made breakfast!"

You yawned, slowly sitting up at Quackity's call, "What kind of breakfast?"

"Pancakes!"

"And Purpled From Las Nevadas taught me to make the orange juice!" Charlie exclaimed from the kitchen.

You chuckled, getting up and tugging down the sleeves of one of Quackity's long since stolen hoodies.

Out in the kitchen, Charlie was setting a pitcher of orange juice on the table as Purpled set out plates, and Fundy dug around in a cabinet looking for syrup.

You moved over to where Quackity was flipping the last of the pancakes, wrapping your arms around his waist, "Good morning."

"Good morning babe." He chuckled.

You pressed a kiss to his shoulder, ignoring the overly exaggerated gaging noise Purpled made, "Keep it to yourself!"

"Keep what to myself Purpled from UFO?" Charlie asked.

"Not you idiot!" You could hear the eye roll in his voice.

Fundy laughed, sitting up and banging his head on the cabinet.

You smiled into Quackity's back, listening to the half chaos behind you happily.

~~ "Hey Ranboo!" You greeted cheerfully as he entered the office, "What brings you here?"

"Hi (y/n), I just wanted to ask you something."

"Mhhm." You nodded as he sat down.

"Well it's Tubbo and Tommy, I'm trying to help them with all the L'manburg Schlatt, Wilbur, stuff-" He broke off with a sigh, "I just don't know what I'm doing. They need help but- I don't even know how to deal with my own issues."

You frowned, "Is it nightmares? About the festival?- or Tommy's exile?"

"Yeah... how did you guess that?"

"I know a thing or two about nightmares," You sighed, "they don't really go away like that. You aren't doing anything wrong by not knowing what to do."

Ranboo stared down at his hands, "I just feel like I should be helping them more."

"You know what helped everyone around here? Creating a home- having a place or people, that helped Fundy and Purpled, and kind of Charlie? I still don't know his deal- Anyway! just be there for them, hell, bring them here, we'll all be here for you guys."

He looked up suddenly, "Why would you guys be- why would you offer us that? We're not in your allegiance."

"I know. But I don't think any of you kids deserve what this server gives you. Bring them here or not, you all have a place here if you want it." You assured him.

"Really?"

"Of course."

~~ "AYYYY Big Q!"

Tommy's yell cut through the semi loud sounds of the crowded apartment.

"Tommy! You came!" Quackity exclaimed, "Hey Tubbo! Hey Ranboo! And is that Michael?"

The piglin squealed, running past him into the apartment, toward Purpled's dog.

He laughed, "Well, come in guys, Fundy's getting the movie thing ready, and Purp and Charlie are getting snacks and things."

Ranboo followed Tommy and Tubbo into the room as Charlie came from the kitchen, carrying the bowel of chips Purpled had told him to bring out, "Hey! It's Tubbo Underscore Beloved From Snowchester! And Ranboo Beloved Underscore From {redacted}! And Tomathy Careful Danger Kraken Innit from L'manburg!"

Purpled, who'd stopped in the kitchen doorway, "Did he just make a bleeped out fucking noise with his mouth?"

"Yeah- yeah no he did." Fundy confirmed.

"Your middle name is Kraken?" You asked, shuffling out with a stack of blankets.

Tommy nodded, "Yup."

You laughed, "That's- kind of ridiculous, why would Philza saddle you with that?"

"Well 'es not my dad is 'e?" Tommy scoffed.

"Wait seriously?" Quackity asked.

Tubbo laughed, "You really thought...?"

You shook your head, "Whatever... Fundy what's the status on that movie?"

"I'm almost done." He reported.

"Right, everyone get comfortable then." You said, dropping the pile of blankets you had been carrying.

Quackity plopped down onto the couch, pulling you to sit with him as Tubbo and Ranboo began to make a nest of blankets between the arm chair where Purpled sat and the couch.

Charlie passed around snacks and Fundy finished setting up the projector as the move began.

~~ You sighed, turning and pressing your face into Quackity's shoulder, "Thank you."

It had been a week since Karl and Sapnap had left Las Nevadas, and your fiancé had insisted that you take time off of managing things.

"For what baby?" He asked softly.

"Everything. I love you."

"I love you too." He murmured.

You smiled softly, looking up at him, "How long until that wedding?"

~~ "You ready?" Charlie asked.

You turned to him, looking up from the paper on which you'd written your vows, "Yeah... I think so."

He grinned, "Let's go then!"

You nodded as he looped his arm through yours and you started toward the doorway.

"Ladies and Gentlemen of Las Nevadas!" He announced, "Here we go!"

You chuckled as you started down the isle with him, grinning at Quackity, who stood, looking already close to tears.

Purpled, Fundy, Sam, Tubbo, Tommy and Michael stood in various places around the alter, Foolish glancing down at the book he held open.

As you reached the alter, he started, "Dear people, we are gathered here today to witness the sort of? holy matrimony of (y/n) (y/l/n) and Alex Quackity. If anyone here has any objections to this union speak now, or hold your peace."

There was a silence, Michaels tiny snort being the only sound before Foolish continued, "This journey, which you have started together, will continue on now, as you walk, side by side, step by step, together, now joined in such a way that you can't really get rid of each other without a divorce."

Laughs and chuckles filled the wedding hall as Quackity shook his head, "Nope, you're stuck with me babe."

You laughed, "Good."

"Now, would you recite your vows?"

You pulled the paper from your pocket, "I'm going first. So, ever since we started seeing each other, we thought it would be you and me forever. Even after everything we went through, and even after Sapnap and Karl, its still you and me. I would say that its just you and me, but," You looked around at everyone,

"It's not just you and me, it's you and me and these guys. When we started this place, I knew that it would be difficult, especially with all the hurt that the SMP caused us. But, even as I was helping everyone here heal, you were helping me. Because you helped me find this family, and you- you gave me a thousand little moments that made me feel again.

A thousand moments that helped me heal."

#mcyt x reader #mcyt imagines #quackity x reader #sapnap x karl x quackity x reader #teddy06 #teddy 06 #teddy06 writes #teddy 06 writes

[albywritesfiction]

Alby's Writings Discord Server

Hello again!

As I said in the previous post, I’ve made a Discord server while I’ve been slowly chipping away at Chapter 1 Part 3 😄 Once again, special thanks to my lil bro @system-operations for being my guinea pig as I worked on and tested out the server 🤭

In case you haven’t seen what I wrote in that post about the server, here’s what I said about it:

So, part of the reason why it’s been difficult for me to do stuff on Tumblr is because my access to it is rather limited now due to personal stuff; it’s nothing bad, don’t worry, and it’s not because I’ve been doing anything shady or illegal (I think it’d be the shock of the century to people who know me if they ever heard that I did something like that 😅). It’s just personal stuff 😅

I also think that part of why I’ve been overwhelmed with Tumblr stuff is because of the similar asks that start to pile up the longer that I’m unable to answer them, which is why I’ve set up some forum channels in the server where people can send questions and feedback and you guys can see what questions have been asked and which ones have been answered, especially without needing to wonder if I received your questions and answered them or not.

But the main purpose of this server is to provide a lil space where you guys can hang out and maybe interact with each other and with me :3 I’ve got a few things planned for server activities:

Game Night: We would play some of the games in Discord Activities and some other online browser games like Red Flags and Cards Against Humanity

Watch Party: We would watch some animes that are available on Youtube (such as Campfire Cooking in Another World [100/10 great anime in my opinion we stan wholesomeness in this household]) and Starkid musicals (the Hatchetfield trilogy is fire y’all), and probably some other Youtube stuff

Study With Me: Just popping into a voice channel and playing some music while I study helps me quite a lot apparently, so if that works for any of you who might join the server, it’s a-okay if you wanna join in :3

But of course, participation in these activities is very much optional! It’s okay if you’d prefer to lurk, I’m a lurker myself in most of the other servers I’ve joined 😅

However, I do want to make it very clear now that this will be an 18+ server, as it will not only be for ATE but also for the other IF projects that I have planned, some of which will contain content that is not suitable for minors. So just to be sure, I’ve decided to restrict the server to those 18 and above. Please, for any underage followers that I may have, do not lie about your age if you join because I will have to remove you from the server. You have been warned.

So now that I’ve laid out the stuff with Discord, you might be wondering what’s gonna happen with the Tumblr asks after I’ve answered the stuff in my inbox. Well, here’s what I’m planning to do:

Step 1: Compile all Tumblr asks into a Google doc  Step 2: Add any Discord asks into same Google doc Step 3: Share the Google doc for public viewing Step 4: Re-open Tumblr ask box Step 5: Update the Google doc as I receive future asks from both Tumblr and Discord, even if I’m unable to answer the questions immediately

This way, everyone can see the asks, whether or not you’ve got Discord or Tumblr, and the search for the asks is gonna be a lot more efficient! 

So long, Tumblr search, hellooo my old buddy ctrl/cmd+f!

TLDR: I have made a Discord server that I’ll be maintaining on a more regular basis compared to Tumblr, set up some forum channels that function similarly to Reddit where people can send feedback and questions, got some plans for server activities (participation is optional!), and restricted server access to those who are aged 18 and above.

With all of that said, here’s the link for the server:

I hope that everyone who joins will enjoy their time in the server! Thank you all and I hope you have a good day/night!

#alby's notes #after the end #ate-if #ate-if asks

[nilesdaughter]

A Templar’s Healing Touch

I am slowly but surely chipping away at old prompts for @dadrunkwriting​. This one after my hiatus was indirectly requested by @littlebutfiery​, so there is no actual ask in my Inbox, but they asked for “Cullen treating the Inquisitor’s wounds after a battle.”

[Also available on AO3.]

Enansal knew she was running out of energy and mana, and all the lyrium in the world would do little to change it. Despite her best efforts, there were still wounded Inquisition soldiers and wounded Grey Wardens. She was only one woman, after all, and while she was loath to admit it, there was only so much she could do. Still, she had to try, seemingly incapable of pulling herself out of the recurring, internal mantra of, “Just one more… Just one more…”

“Nan?”

Cullen’s soft voice pulled her back to the present and she blinked a little at the Commander. “Hmmm?”

His brow furrowed. “You still haven’t gone to see a healer for yourself, have you?” he asked.

Enansal fell silent as she gave him a blank stare, thinking back over the past couple of hours and… Had it really only been hours? Since the Siege of Adamant had started, everything that had transpired had felt like days, maybe even weeks.

He sighed, once again bringing her back to the present, and held out a hand to her. “Come.”

“But the soldiers--”

“Have a host of healers to attend to them,” he reminded her in a soft voice. “You do not have to take on all their burden for yourself.

Enansal looked away from Cullen and back down to the individual on the cot beneath her, a young human man who looked like he had barely entered adulthood. Though dried blood still caked his bare chest, she had successfully managed to close the wound he had suffered from, and she took some solace in the fact that his breathing seemed easier. After letting out a soft sigh and nodding a little in defeat, she rose to her feet… only to find the ground falling away from beneath her.

Cullen’s arms caught her before she collided with the cobblestones and he let out a soft grunt of exertion as he bent over to scoop her up, cradling her in his arms.

“I-I can…”

“No, you cannot,” he responded, his tone both gentle and firm. “You’ve worked yourself to the bone.”

She pursed her lips together but did not try to protest further.

The tension in his posture seemed to relax at that and he then looked down to inspect her own injuries, some of which she had already tended to through some self-healing spellwork or through healing potions, but some of the larger gashes she’d sustained from her unexpected journey into the Fade had been overlooked. He clicked his tongue, almost in disapproval, and proceeded to carry her across the battlements to the Inquisitor’s tent, which had been set up haphazardly in the post-battle chaos.

Once they entered the tent, Cullen lay Enansal on her cot before turning to light a candle to better illuminate the interior.

Enansal attempted to push herself up into a sitting position, but found that in the short time she’d been in Cullen’s arms, her physical exhaustion had finally caught up with her; her limbs felt weighted and every part of her ached. Eventually, she had to let out a small sigh of defeat, settling back into the cot once more.

As the candle flickered to life, Cullen glanced back at her. “Do you keep medical supplies in your traveling trunk?”

She nodded in affirmation.

He returned the gesture with a nod of acknowledgement and stepped across the small space to open the trunk in question. He retrieved a couple of rags and a large roll of bandages from inside it and then returned to her side.

Enansal quirked a brow at him. “...What are you doing, vhenan?”

“I’m tending to your wounds,” he replied matter-of-factly, but then his movements faltered and he glanced up to meet her gaze. “Er… I mean… May I tend to your wounds?”

“I admit that I’m surprised you’re not asking one of the healers to come and take care of it.”

“Well… I thought I could take some of the burden off their shoulders if I stepped in. But if you would rather have one of them…?”

She shook her head. “No, I trust your ability. You just may need to ask someone to fetch us water and alcohol for disinfecting.”

“A fair point,” he replied. “Will you be alright if I step away to look for them myself?”

“I should be, yes.”

“I’ll try not to be too long.”

With that, he turned and slipped out of the tent. After he had left, Enansal took a few deep, steadying breaths and once again tried to force herself up into a sitting position, ignoring the pain and the way her body protested. Once she was upright, she let out a few more steadying breaths–they were shallower than before--and moved to loosen the straps of one of her vambraces with stiff fingers. She’d barely gotten one off before Cullen returned to the tent with a wooden bowl and a dark bottle.

“Nan,” he sighed when he saw her. “You need to be resting.”

She huffed in frustration but immediately squeezed her eyes shut as her vision began to spin, a wave of dizziness washed over her. “I was trying to help…”

“Enansal.” The way he said her name was almost a sigh, a soft-spoken plea. “Could you let me help you, just this once?”

She blinked, a little surprised by the earnesty in both his tone and his expression, but she sighed and gave him a nod. “Yes… I can do that.”

“Thank you,” he replied and finally set down the bowl and the bottle with the rest of the supplies he had previously pulled out of her trunk. He then approached her and gently helped her out of the rest of her armor.

Once she’d been stripped down to her tunic and breeches, Enansal lay back on the cot and watched as Cullen shrugged out of his mantle and then proceeded to pull off his gloves and his own vambraces, before he rolled up the sleeves of his tunic. After picking up the bowl and one of the rags, he came to kneel next to her and started to wash away the blood and grime on her torso. As silence fell between them, Enansal had to take a moment to marvel at the tenderness in Cullen’s touch even as his expression burned with intense concentration.

“Where did you learn to tend to injuries?” she asked after a few moments of silence, hoping to ease his nerves through conversation.

At that, Cullen let out a snort. “Well, having any number of siblings leads to its fair share of scrapes and bruises.”

She laughed at that, but found herself wincing as the movement sent another twinge of pain through her ribs.

Cullen’s hands faltered and he glanced up at her, his brow furrowed.

Enansal shook her head slightly at his silent question. “No, no, you’re not being too rough.” With a sly but tired smile, she added, “You’re just not allowed to make any jokes.”

“My apologies, Inquisitor. Only serious conversation from here on out,” he replied with an equally teasing tone. After a pause, he sighed and his expression shifted from amusement to sorrow. “All jesting aside, there have also been several instances in which I had no choice but to step in to provide medical attention.”

“I see,” she said, her tone softening with sympathy. “I… suppose we all have seen more than our fair share of injuries within the past few years.”

“That may be a vast understatement, Nan.”

“Indeed.”

The two fell silent as Cullen continued to focus on the task at hand, perhaps with even more solemnity than even Enansal was used to seeing. While he may not have had the finesse of a trained healer, he was still knowledgeable and thorough in his work.

“Thank you for doing this, Cullen,” she told him, abruptly breaking the silence.

“Of course. After everything that has happened tonight… I believe it is the least I could do for you.” With that, he finished tying off the last bandage and pulled away.

She offered him a grateful smile and reached out a hand to caress his face, whispering, “I love you.”

He reached up to take her hand in his and pressed his lips to her fingertips. “And I, you.”

#littlebutfiery #da drunk writing circle #cullavellan #cullen rutherford #enansal lavellan #female lavellan #female inquisitor #inquisitor lavellan #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #fanfiction

[unmourned]

halloween fun + small updates

hey all!!

first, the halloween fun stuff 🎃👻🎃

i'll be reblogging some halloween prompts after this post, both drabble prompts + just some fun questions. feel free to send some in, and i'll post them on the weekend of halloween! depending on how many i get, i might have to only pick a few for each character, but we'll see!

i might also be working on a lil' halloween doodle of the cast... 👀

then, under the cut for updates (because they got long oops)!

an update has been long overdue; i unfortunately don't have much to say. i have been chipping away at writing ch1 and have started editing some of the branches, but my semester has been a lot busier than expected. i'm steadily (albeit slowly) progressing, but don't have an estimated release date yet, sorry. some good news is that i (hopefully, don't wanna jinx it) graduate in december! so if any of y'all are looking for a computer engineer hmu

i'm honestly extremely grateful for everyone's patience and continued interest in unmourned, and i'm really sorry for the delay in releasing the demo! sending you all loads of love 💖💖💖

with that out of the way, time for the fun stuff!

first, we're getting really close to a follower milestone, and i'll be holding a giveaway for it! you'll be able to win either a drawing of your mc + your chosen character, or a drabble for a prompt of your choosing. this'll go up when we hit the milestone, which is probably soon!

second, we'll be having an event for the creature's birthday on november 3rd (fellow scorpio icon 😌). it'll probably be similar to hen's (portrait + prompts and asks) unless you have a suggestion for something you'd like to see! if you have an idea, feel free to drop it in my inbox and we'll see what i can do! <3

as always, stay safe and happy! loads of love!

#me: oh just a leetle update #tiny little post #also me: vomits entire paragraphs #astra speaks #update #also if you have other halloween prompts send them my way!!! #ill edit this post to link the prompts tomorrow <3

[berrynarrybanana]

hypocrite - h.s blurb

A/N: This is my entry for @oh-honey-styles​ fic slam challenge. I wanted to write smut, but I was watching Dharma and Greg and this just happened, okay. I hope that you all enjoy this and that you’re taking care of yourselves on such a stressful day. My inbox is always open if you need me and I love you all loads. Thank you Anne for hosting this beautiful challenge to keep us all happy and distracted. You’re amazing! 

Word Count: 1k+ (I’m sorry, I have no self control) 

Included: Friends to Lovers

Prompts: “Marry Me” / “I’m in love with you” / “I’m sorry I gave you the wrong impression” / “Can I kiss you” 

I can’t really remember when I met Harry. 

There were a plethora of options for a possible meeting place to occur. Between pubs that we both visited regularly and parties hosted by mutual friends, it was hard to pinpoint exactly when or where we met. All I really remember is that he wasn’t in my life and then one day, he was. He appeared in the form of a random text after a night of heavy partying. 

Unknown Number: Thanks for being my karaoke partner last night. 

After a thorough investigation using my camera roll, I put the pieces together. There was a video of me singing karaoke with Harry Styles -clearly filmed by Nick Grimshaw- from a very unflattering angle. His arm was tossed around my shoulder and his smile was bright. We were sharing a microphone, singing Rich Girl by Hall and Oates, extremely out of key. 

Watching the video brought a smile to my face, but it also left me with red cheeks when I noticed how I effortlessly kissed his cheek towards the end of the video as if I had been doing it for years. After a few texts, I found myself sharing brunch with Harry at a cafe that I visited regularly on my own. We split a large stack of pancakes and a full English breakfast, sharing fuzzy memories of the night before through chuckles and groans. 

I learned that morning that Harry was quite possibly the easiest person to be friends with.

 He was fun, supportive, and kind to me even though he’d only known me for a few hours. It struck a chord in my heart strings to see someone so genuine and relatable in our shared line of work. Being in the public eye made finding friends like Harry extremely difficult. I never really knew who to trust or what intentions people had. 

That was the beauty of being friends with Harry. I never had to wonder what his intentions were or if he liked me for me. I always knew that I could call him at any hour of the day and he would still answer. I knew that if I needed to cry or scream or shout, he’d be there to listen with open ears and arms. He was everything that I needed in my person. 

“I just think that Dharma and Greg are what I need in life.” I reached for another salt and malt vinegar chip, chomping down on it as Harry sipped at his wine. “They’re so effortlessly in love, aren’t they?” 

“I suppose.” He nodded. “S’crazy how they just got married on their first date though. I could never do that.”

“Sure you could.” I bumped his shoulder. “When you know, you know.”

“But it’s not…” He pursed his lips, tilting his head to the side as he thought. “It’s not really normal.”

“Fuck normal.” I snorted out a laugh. “Since when do you care about normal?”

“Alright then,” He put his takeout box on the table, angling his body towards mine. “Marry me.”

He raised his brows, watching me as I glared at him. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked. “I like you, you like me, so what’s the difference? We've known each other for much longer than Dharma and Greg-”

“But we’re not in love.” I emphasized. “That is the difference.”

He rolled his lips in, nodding his head before he reached for his food. 

I watched him as he grabbed his fork, digging it into saucy noodles silently. 

“You okay?” 

“Mhm.” He hummed around his noodles, glancing over at me. “S’really good italian food, but I’ve got to stop eating carbs.”

“Harry.” I said slowly. “You’re not going to say anything about-”

“Nope.” He said quickly, wiping at the sauce on his chin with his thumb. “I don’t have anything to say.”

“How about, ‘Y/n, you’re right! I forgot for a second that we aren’t in love. Silly me!’.” I mocked his accent, causing him to glare at me playfully. “Because the way you turned away made me think that maybe-”

“I’m in love with you.” He snorted out a sarcastic laugh, rolling his eyes as he reached for his wine to mask his true feelings. “Sorry I gave you the wrong impression.”

He shrugged his shoulders before taking two large gulps of his wine, causing my eyebrows to raise. I kept my eyes on him as the television show that started our argument kept playing in the background. My palms felt clammy as I watched him fidget in his seat. I felt the gears in my mind grinding, thoughts coming together and emotions surfacing from pits I’d buried them in ages ago. 

Of course I had feelings for Harry. 

He was my person. 

“Harry, can you be serious for a second?” I asked him. 

“Darling, I really don’t think we should-”

“Please.” I whispered. “I need you to look at me.”

“Y/N.” 

My name fell from his lips in a honeyed tone, his fingers brushing over his bottom lip anxiously. It was a nervous trait of his that I picked up on early in our friendship. I’d seen him do it a million times in interviews when he was in the band, always afraid that he’d say the wrong thing. 

“Do you love me?”

There was no point in pussyfooting around it. 

He let out a sigh, reaching up to brush his fingers through his hair. 

“I’m so in love with you.” It came out in an exasperated huff, his eyes darting over my face as he waited for my response. “I know that we’ve been friends for a long time and there’s a chance that you don’t feel the same, but I can’t stop thinking about what could be if we just tried.” 

I blinked back at Harry silently. 

“You don’t feel the same.” He stated softly. “I should have known that you didn’t feel that way about me, you’ve never given me reason to think otherwise. I’m such a fucking idiot for thinking that-”

“Can I kiss you?” I blurted out, pinching the fabric of my sweatpants nervously. 

His brows raised and I noticed his lips turning up slightly at the corner, causing his dimples to pop out. 

“Stop looking at me like that and just kiss me, you idiot.” I rolled my eyes, pressing my palm into his stubbly cheek. 

It was a quick peck, barely enough to get a true feeling for it, but it still left me wanting more.

“Again.” I whispered into his mouth, tilting my head slightly until our lips melded together. I tried to fight off my smile when it was done. “Again.”

“Darling.” I felt Harry’s palm slip towards the back of my neck as he let out a breathless chuckle. “You’re killing me.”

“I love you, too.” I pressed my forehead into his, biting my lower lip. “I love you a lot.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He pulled back with a pout, his eyes soft. “How long have you known?”

“Don’t be a hypocrite.” I rolled my eyes. “I didn’t really know until….well, you said something last New Years about how we’d always be in each other’s lives and I’ve never stopped thinking about it. A piece of me has always thought that you were right and that maybe you’re my soulmate.”

“I fell in love with you the night I met you.” He smiled softly. “I felt a bit like Greg when he met Dharma, like worlds were colliding. I remember singing karaoke with you and I just...I felt like I’d met my other half. You’ve always been the person in my life that understands me and supports me, no matter what I’m going through.”

I pressed my lips to his again, giggling when he brushed his thumb over my neck. 

“Kissing you is weird,” I confessed as I settled back into my side of the couch, my shoulder a little closer to Harry’s. “I kind of like it though.”

“Thanks.” He snorted out a laugh. “I’m glad you think I’m a weird snogger.” 

“It’s just new.” I rolled my eyes, glancing at his face. “I said I liked it.”

“Good.” He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. “Just wait until I kiss you in other places.”

“Harry!” 

#hsficslam #fluff #tooth rotting fluff #harry styles blurb #I'm sorry y'all I wanted something saucy #I hope you think this is cute #also i've been binge watching dharma and greg so #yeah