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teenidlegirl · 2 months

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꣑୧ ݁.﹒ bodyguard!miguel 𝓍 popstar!reader .ᐟ

˒ ♡ ៸៸𓂃 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 ˖ ׁ ⁩ .ᐟ bodyguard!au, sfw, fluff, mutual pining

( ꯭♡︎ ) ˖ ࣪ . love note ˒˒ i’ve been thinking about this trope for months! i tried to write a series but i didn’t have a plot, failed miserably, so here are some headcanons instead! ♡

˖ ࣪ . ꣑୧ ⊹ — bodyguard!miguel who is hired as your personal bodyguard when you started your career. he is attached to your hip, always at your side at all times, ensuring your safety.

˖ ࣪ . ꣑୧ ⊹ — bodyguard!miguel who attends to every event. concerts, music video shoots, photoshoots, award ceremonies, meet and greets, interviews.

˖ ࣪ . ꣑୧ ⊹ — bodyguard!miguel who either stands in front row or backstage to the side while you preform. when he’s standing backstage, he smiles as you perform, mesmerized by your stage presence. your vocals always impress him every time. when he strands in front row, he’ll sneak glances at you. sometimes you’ll make eye contact, making you both bashful messes.

˖ ࣪ . ꣑୧ ⊹ — bodyguard!miguel who holds your hand behind your back so no one can see, giving gentle reassuring squeezes when you feel nervous. whispers of praises in your ear. “you got this, reinita. you’ll be amazing como siempre.”

˖ ࣪ . ꣑୧ ⊹ — bodyguard!miguel who makes sure the paparazzi fuck off with his famous glare. shielding you with an arm, while the other blocks any idiot who tries getting close to you. he hates the paparazzi with a burning passion. how annoying it must be for people to follow and take millions of pictures of you when you’re just trying to go on about your day like grab a coffee.

˖ ࣪ . ꣑୧ ⊹ — bodyguard!miguel who stands off to the side while you shoot music videos or photoshoots, observing while checking surroundings.

˖ ࣪ . ꣑୧ ⊹ — bodyguard!miguel who can’t help but feel a bit jealous when you’re hanging out with a male model or actor during a shoot. on the outside, he seems like his usual calm, alerted self but inside there’s a little sting in his heart as he watches you laughing and smiling at the guy. he knows he shouldn’t feeling like this, seems unprofessional but his heart says otherwise sadly.

˖ ࣪ . ꣑୧ ⊹ — bodyguard!miguel who carries gifts given by fans when your hands are too full with other gifts or signing autographs during meets and greets. sometimes you worry that you’ll overload him but he reassures you it’s fine. the man has big beefy arms, he can handle several bouquet of flowers, cards, and handmade gifts. you thank him every time and he smiles at you in return.

˖ ࣪ . ꣑୧ ⊹ — bodyguard!miguel who ensures there is space between you and the sea of fans. he may be a little overprotective (even tho that’s his job) when a fan or a group of them stand a bit too close to you that he kindly asks them to move back a little. he just doesn’t want you to feel cramped up or overwhelmed by the proximity. little did he know how that small gesture makes your heart flutter, how caring he is and you appreciate it.

˖ ࣪ . ꣑୧ ⊹ — bodyguard!miguel who fails to hide his smile when he observes you interacting with your fans. how kind and caring you are to them. the hugs you give them. taking selfies, sometimes he’ll take a picture of you and your fan(s) if asked to. you take your time with them, having cute conversations. some fans will get emotional and you comfort them to the fullest. his heart melts.

˖ ࣪ . ꣑୧ ⊹ — bodyguard!miguel who tries his best to conceal the blush on his face when you wear outfits that hug your curves so graciously. you look beautiful in everything but in those outfits, a goddess. you always ask for his input and he automatically answers “you look incredible, mariposa.”

˖ ࣪ . ꣑୧ ⊹ — bodyguard!miguel who is dressed in all black, dress shirt, slacks, and blazer as he accompanies you on the red carpet. he stands off to the side while photographers snap million pictures of you and you talk with interviewers, admiring you. sometimes he has to look away from the rapid camera flashes cause it hurts his eyes.

˖ ࣪ . ꣑୧ ⊹ — bodyguard!miguel who gets flustered when an interviewer asks you if you and him are dating, considering how close you two are, indicating that it’s more than an usual bodyguard and client relationship. his anxiety decreases when you shake your head but his heart skips a beat when you refer to him as your best friend and how important he is to you. the interviewers go berserk and demand more answers after you walk away, flashing a smile at him.

˖ ࣪ . ꣑୧ ⊹ — bodyguard!miguel who starts thinking about his feelings towards you, realizing he slowly falling for you. however, he can’t because it will complicate your relationship. he shouldn’t be falling for his client, a popstar at that.

˖ ࣪ . ꣑୧ ⊹ — bodyguard!miguel whose heart skips a beat when you reciprocate those feelings during a rainy night in your apartment. you confess that you see him more than a bodyguard, how important he is in your life. from that moment on, a lovely relationship blossomed.

˖ ࣪ . ꣑୧ ⊹ — bodyguard!miguel who is not only your personal bodyguard but also your supportive and caring boyfriend. he continues to do his job but no longer has to hide his feelings. he adores his popstar girlfriend. he is your number one fan.

#꒰ ˖ ࣪ . 𐙚 ⊹ ꒱ — 𝓗𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 .ᐟ #bodyguard!miguel #miguel o’hara x fem!reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara x fem!reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara headcanon #miguel o'hara headcanons #miguel o'hara fanfiction #across the spiderverse #headcanons #bodyguard au

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acesbelovedwife · 1 year

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Stormy night

Ace, Luffy and Sabo reacting to you being scared of the storm!

Masterlist

He was on his way to his room as he heard sniffles through your door, he knocked asking are you okay. After not getting any answer he just opened the door to find you laying under your covers trembling from fear...

Ace:

・he would be confused af, you were fine just a while ago

・im 100% sure the first thing he would do is go into cuddle mode

・this man has a golden retriever energy, you can't change my mind

"Are you ok? What happened?" He asked while keeping you close, he wasn't getting any answer but he decided to just leave it wanting you to calm down first. Then a thunder struck making you cry louder while trying to hide yourself more.

・he would finally get the idea

・i feel like he would run his fingers through your hair while talking to you about literally anything to calm you down

・it would work, most of the things Ace would talk about would be his stupid stories from his childhood which would make you laugh

・HE WOULD NOT LEAVE UNTIL THE STORM STOPS AND HE'S 100% SURE YOU'RE ALRIGHT

・actually, he would leave at all, he would probably just fall asleep on you

・its not like it's a bad thing, his cuddles are amazing. He's your personal heater

Luffy:

・confused and concerned

・hes an idiot

・Luffy is also all about physical touch so yes, the first thing he would do is wrap his hands around you multiple times

・wouldn't really know what to do

He was suffocating you, you could barely breathe at this point he was holding you so tight. When he realized seeing you choke on your tears he loosened his grip "what's wrong y/n?"

・he would sound like a sad puppy (if that makes sense)

・i don't think he knows how to talk about problems but when it comes to cheering up people he's the perfect one for that job

・he would try to make you laugh

・saying stupid jokes

・making weird faces, just like he did when nami was sick

・it would work, he's just too cute

・if you would tell him that you're scared of the storm he would probably laugh

・not in a mean way tho, he would laugh at the fact that from all those scary things you guys are facing everyday you're scared of thunder

"Ni shi shi~ Don't worry y/n, I'll protect you!" He would laugh while hugging you close. He would just keep you close all night

・no he's not leaving

・be ready to wake up tangled in his limbs

Sabo:

・he has the most common sense out of all these three

・he would immediately know what's going on after he comes into room. You hiding under your blanked and trembling while there's a storm outside should be enough evidence that you're scared of it

・i think he wouldn't go straight to hugging he wouldnt want to make you uncomfortable, he would just pet your hair

You felt his hands ho through your hair calming you down, but when the lightning struck your hands would immediately reach out to Sabo and pull him under the covers with you.

・he would be shocked and flustered at first but he wouldn't mind at all!

・your grip would tighten around him whenever the lightning struck so he would whisper to your ear "it's ok I'm here" everytime calming you down

・he wouldn't leave unless you tell him to

・he would give you a kiss on your forehead saying "goodnight" as you fell asleep

This was my first time writing a headcon (if it's called that way) I hope I did well! It was also my first time writing Sabo so I hope you guys like it (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠) Let me know if I should write some other characters! I hope you enjoyed reading~

I want to give them all a smooch I love them so much ⁠(⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

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hangmanapologist · 2 years

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Love Thy Neighbour | Bob Floyd

Bob Floyd x reader (no use of y/n)

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6.1

warnings: Bob supporting women too much and cock blocking himself in the process, my writing abilities. Idiots

A/N: I’m not sure if I’m going to continue this because I’m still not really used to writing but I love idiots to lovers and unknown mutual pining

You gripped the counter as you rolled your neck back, he’d be here in 10 minutes if he was punctual, 15 if he wanted to be casual. You had been ready for an hour though. You felt like an idiot putting on your prettiest sundress just to sit at your kitchen table, you’d even curled your hair and for some reason, only known by the heavens above, convinced yourself to shave your entire body in the shower.

You had the stereo blasting in the kitchen as you were throwing back the “cooking” wine like it was water. Why were you so nervous? It was a thank you dinner, he did a good deed and nothing more but couldn’t get the image of him in his uniform out of your head no matter how many times you tried.

You were brought out of your fantasy by a knock. Fuck. How long had you been standing there? You rushed over, suddenly inexplicably nervous as you opened the door.

He was in his civilian clothes this time. A white t-shirt and some very well fitted jeans but his hair was still neatly styled, you assumed he had been in work that afternoon. Was it wrong to wish he wore his uniform?

“I know you said white but I brought a bottle of red too.”

“Do you not trust my wine pairing abilities Bob?”

He liked when you said his name, it made him feel like his heart was going to jump out of his chest like in those old cartoons. What a beautiful way to go.

“Oh no ma’am I trust your judgement completely but one’s to go with dinner and one’s a housewarming gift.” He offered them both to you and you realised he was still standing out in the hallway. “Shit sorry come in the foods almost done.”

Once you both had the awkward reintroduction it started to flow kind of nicely, the wine was definitely helping. He had asked you all the boring questions that come with getting to know people but he seemed genuinely interested, he asked follow up questions, he was a very attentive listener but you had enough of hearing your own voice.

You tried your best to coax anything out of him. He was obviously shy but as the night went on and the bottles got emptier you could tell he was loosening up, the red glow in his cheeks gave it away.

“So you’re what? Army?” “Navy actually” with the way he ducked his head shyly when he said it, it was obviously something he was proud of. You swore you saw him blushing as he adjusted his glasses and pushed his fork around the plate.

“Pilot?” you pushed on, you were genuinely curious and he seemed just as in need of a friend. “Weapon Systems officer actually…so… y’know… not as cool.” His job excited him but he knew other people found the specifics boring, everyone just wanted to hear from the pilots which he understood.

He didn’t mind keeping to himself, he was used to it.

“Well Bob, I know nothing about jets but I think it’s very cool. I think you’re very cool.” He snorted at that one.

“You should meet my pilot Phoenix! She’s amazing and funny and I think you’d like her…” he continued rambling on, hands flying everywhere as he detailed everything that him and Phoenix did together.

Oh.

You saw the look in his eyes as he rambled about her and it was clear you misread any signals you thought you picked up. Bob Floyd seemed very much smitten with his pilot. You didn’t have the heart to stop his tangent, at least looking at him made swallowing the developing heartache in your chest easier.

“Do you mind if I use your bathroom?” he asked bouncing his leg, either he wants to leave or genuinely just needs to pee. “First door on the left” you smile using it as an opportunity to clear the table.

“Where’s your bed frame?” he leaned against the counter with his arms crossed and your eyes immediately focused on his arms straining against the fabric of his t-shirt. “Why were you in my room?” “Took a wrong turn but don’t change the subject.” “If you must know so bad, the delivery guys said they’d be back to put it together some time this week!” you tried to defend yourself but you can tell he wasn’t letting this go. Stubborn little guy wasn’t he?

“You’re not sleeping on a mattress on the floor! I’ll do it for you, c’mon you can help me.” You grabbed the half empty second bottle of wine from the counter and followed with a huff as he dragged you down your own hallway.

It was pushing 12am as the dishevelled lieutenant kneeled on your bedroom floor, putting the last few touches on your, now fully built bed frame. You were stretched out on the mattress nursing the wine for safe keeping as you talked about everything under the sun.

You felt safe with him. You never believed in love at first sight but he was maybe the damn closest you’d ever get to it. Plus looking at the way his hands worked was also quite entertaining.

If he didn’t obviously have a girlfriend you would have let him take you on the floor right there and then. He kept bringing Phoenix up, he obviously was making sure you knew. Oh sweet torture.

“Congratulations on having a bed frame” he said as he rose to his feet and offering a hand to pull you up off the floor. What you didn’t expect was to be pulled from the floor like a rag doll.

Oh he was strong.

“How did you get that done so quick?”

“It’s part of my job description to be good with my hands” he cringed as soon as the words left his mouth, you’d definitely think he was a creep now.

Who says that the second time they meet the pretty girl next door? He desperately hoped that the ground to swallow him whole but he could never think straight when you looked at him, everything just came out like word vomit.

He helped you get the mattress on the bed frame. To say you were any help would be a lie, all the heavy lifting was him. Without a second thought both of you flopped down on the mattress.

The alcohol was catching up on you and he had just spent the last 2 hours performing free manual labour because he had a pathetic crush on what was basically a complete stranger.

Both of you stared at the ceiling wordlessly wondering who was going to move first.

“At least we know it’s sturdy.” “Are you saying you doubted me?”

He turned his head to the side and you studied his features in the low light of the bedside lamp. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were heavy lidded but this time he didn’t try look away.

He studied every single freckle before he had the courage to meet your eyes. “If the moon had a face it would be you” he thought. At that moment he would have told you his deepest secrets if you had just asked.

“I should be going, don’t want Nat to be mad at me in the morning.”

You turned your face back to the ceiling so he couldn’t see it fall.

He protested when you tried to get up and walk him to the door, insisting you continue to enjoy not sleeping on the floor tonight.

You heard the door shut softly as you closed your eyes.

“Goodnight Bob Floyd.”

#BE NICE TO ME IM NERVOUS #bob floyd #neighbours to lovers #bob floyd x reader #✍️#my writing #top gun maverick

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scarletttries · 1 year

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Night at the Museum (Steven Grant One Shot)

Pairing: Steven Grant x GN!Reader

Rating: Pure fluff, gender neutral pronouns throughout :)

Word Count: 1.7k

Author's Note: My Christmas gift to all the Steven Grant lovers, I feel like I've been writing a fair amount Steven smut lately so here a sweet sugarplum fluff for him :) Enjoy, and my requests are always open for sweetie Steven 💕

Night at the Museum (part of my Christmas list)

Glittering decorations, festive cocktails, a beautiful string quartet. Even though you'd insisted that this did not fall under you job description when Donna practically forced you to plan the staff Christmas party this year, you couldn't help but feel a little proud of how well you had pulled the little soirée together. Now there was just one final step to your plan, the reason you had accepted the task in the first place - talk to Steven.

The gift shop employee had caught your eye from the first conversation; his bright passion, his brilliant mind, his obvious sweetness inside and out. After a couple of months curating a new exhibit for the museum, you had come to the conclusion that as beautiful and kind as the man was, he was clueless when it came to picking up the signals you were clearly sending out, and if you wanted to be more than a colleague, and then more than a friend, you were going to have to take matters into your own hands.

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"I know I usually hate Christmas but I can't miss the party!" Steven muttered under his breath, trying not to think too much about the fact that he was confiding in a stuffed hippo from his little counter, because he couldn't talk to his goldfish until he got home. "You know exactly why I want to go - for (Y/n)." He sighed, resting his head on his hand and his elbow against the counter with a smile as he watched you walk through the grand foyer, seemingly unaware of his longing stare as he racked his brain for any excuse to go talk to you. As if you felt his eyes on you as you moved, you glanced over to him, giving him a smile and wave as you continued your march to Donna's office, needing her sign off on yet another tedious matter for the party. As he tried to return your wave he forgot he was using his arm for support, lifting it to wave and letting his face fall right onto the counter with a thud. Steven almost didn't want to raise it again in his embarrassment, sure you must think he was an absolute idiot for the way he always managed to make a fool of himself around you, but as he glanced up he was glad he did, the blushing giggle he could see on your cheeks worth the slight knock to his. As soon as you disappeared around a corner, he went back to his goddess-themed plush toy and their conversation, "So now you see why I've got to go to this party! But I keep looking like a numpty every time they come near me, so I've got to make a plan. What do you think I should say?" He paused as if the toy was going to give him an answer, disappointed when his thoughts were the only thing he heard,

"Well I can't just say I love you to a colleague I've never even asked on a date! I'll look insane! No, I need to play it cool."

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Steven felt decidedly less than cool as he walked into the almost empty museum that night, closed to the public for the staff party, giving him less people than usual to hide behind when it came to the sea of judgemental eyes. He pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind, tugging on his slightly ill-fitting suit and focusing instead on his objective for the evening - talk to you.

You could feel your heart jump a little bit as you heard your name called out over the festive melody filling the air. Steven always said your name like it was filled with excitement and wonder, not like someone he went to work with day after day.

"The museum looks amazing tonight, you did a great job party planning!" He said happily, leaning forward as if he was going to greet you with a hug before doubting himself and settling for a small wave instead.

"Thanks Steven, I'm really glad you came." You replied sincerely, relief that he had actually come tonight boosting your confidence more than a little.

"I never miss a party, me." He lied, frowning as the words came out of his mouth, searching for a new topic before you could follow up on his fib, "I heard your exhibit getting expanded, congratulations! Ancient gemstones right?" he questioned, ignoring the voice in his head suggesting he offer you a diamond then and there.

"Thanks, I can't wait for the new artifacts to arrive, there's jewellery in there dating back to some of the first human civilians." He nodded happily along as you described your plans for the exhibition, thrilled to see you speak with such devotion, proud just to know someone like you, "I always think there's something beautiful about the fact that as long as humans have existed, they've wanted to sparkle." Steven grinned the sentiment, almost captivated by the joy with you approached your work and your life, the happiness that seemed to fill him whenever he got to spend time in your presence.

"Well you certainly do." He offered sweetly, eyes widening in panic as if he hadn't quite realised a compliment was leaving his lips before it was too late. Not wanting to risk sticking around to watch you shoot him down he quickly excused himself, desperately hurrying to a quiet corner to pull himself together. You watched in confusion as he stepped out for some air, mumbling to himself and wringing his hands together as he went, his chest rising and falling intensely as he brought his heart rate back to a safe level, unsure whether to be proud of himself for finally (almost) flirting with you, or kick himself for running away before he could see the fall-out.

You let the party continue to pass, keeping an eye on Steven as he finally plodded back in, reluctantly listening to a rant from Donna and correcting a few people on his name, looking a little bit downtrodden by the end of it,

"Steven. Pst." You beckoned from behind him, leaning against the corner of a long stretch of corridor undisturbed by party goers. He pointed up at himself as if there was anyone else you could be talking to, only taking a few uncertain steps forward when you nodded and used one finger to gesture him towards you. "I wanted to show another Christmas decoration I put up for the party." You explained, the curve of your smile making Steven's heart beat harder against his ribs, grateful and terrified to actually have a moment alone with you. You took a few slow steps backwards as you beckoned Steven towards you, finally coming to a stop and pointing up at the ceiling, hand struggling to hold still with the anticipation.

"Oh." Was all Steven could breath out as he saw the little green branch with its white berries hanging over him - Mistletoe. The first thing you'd dug out when you agreed to plan the party, hiding it far away enough from the foyer that you wouldn't be disturbed. Steven didn't dare move a muscle as you stood toe-to-toe, sure he must have misunderstood, certain you couldn't be thinking what he was thinking.

"You know the tradition for the two people under mistletoe right?" You prompted, the crimson colour spreading across his cheeks as he began to lift his trembling hands enough to make you sure this was something you both wanted.

"To - to kiss." Steven stuttered out, short of breath as you nodded, leaning slightly forward until the tip of your nose brushed softly over his as you did.

"Do you want to kiss me Steven?" You almost whispered, faces barely an inch apart, feeling the heat radiating from him as he nodded, bringing his twitching hands to cup your cheeks as his lips finally closed in on yours. It was soft. Tentative. Like part of Steven still didn't think this could be what you wanted. You brought your hands to his waist, slowly snaking around to pull him closer, encouraging him to apply a little more pressure the kiss. You leant into it, opening your mouth slightly and tilting your head to feel more of his soft, plump lips, slightly wet as his tongue seemed to hover just shy of yours. He let one hand brush over your cheek and fall to your neck, holding the nape of it as if terrified you might disappear if he couldn't feel you, and taste you anymore. You let your tongue lightly brush his, feeling him eagerly respond to your movements by deepening the kiss again, lips moving against yours like he'd never need to take a breath again, surviving solely on the feel of your mouth against his, the perfect fluttering building in his chest.

Finally you pulled away, leaning back just far enough to notice Steven's frantic breathing, the awestruck look in his eye as his gaze danced around your face looking for any sign of rejection before staring back at your lips, the only thing he could picture himself thinking about for a very long time. And then you smiled, and he was sure his heart was going to explode then and there, the affection as you rubbed his lower back and held him close the sweetest thing Steven could ever remember feeling.

"Happy Holidays Steven." Otherwise at a loss for words at what to say to this man looking at you like maybe there should be a museum dedicated to you alone, like you had single handedly hung every star in the sky along with the festive decoration above you.

"You wouldn't be free on New Year's Eve would you?" He asked, attempt at joking betrayed by his utterly pleading tone and the pure elation in his eyes when you nodded. Maybe Steven didn't hate Christmas anymore.

#writing #fanfiction #one shot #requests #steven grant imagine #steven grant x reader #steven grant imagines #steven grant headcanons #steven grant #steven grant fluff #moon knight x reader #moon knight imagines #moon knight imagine #moon knight headcanon #moon knight #scarlettschristmaslist

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yessa-vie · 7 months

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fic recs list (on going) ❣

→ IMPORTANT. the list is divided between completed (P. 01 || P. 02) and on going, most of them are Stray Kids because there's a considerable amount of those and most of them are smau.

→ TBR LIST ❣

→ LAST UPDATE. 15.01.2024 (dd/mm/yyyy)

LIST BELLOW THE CUT!

→ SYMBOLS. [♥] favorites || [⌨] smau || [✎] written || [✉] smau with written parts || [★] MDNI (reader's discretion is advised, sensitive and suggestive topics, not only smut) || [❄] new ones ||

ON GOING ❣

→ HELLO STRANGER. (@tasteleeknow) [♥][★][❄][✎]

- Lee Minho. - soulmate au! stranegrs to enemies to lovers. the story is basically: "you are gonna suffer, but you'll feel happy about it" because this story is just THAT GOOD. - 09 chapters. - i'm so mad at myself by the fact that I JUST REALIZED I DIDN'T PUT THIS MASTERPIECE IN HERE! also, when i started reading it, had been a while since it had been updated and i was so sad about it bc i thought it had been abandonned, but then i recently saw it being back into posting so i just binge read it all over again and i fell in love with this story like it was the first time. it's just so beautifully written and how she portraits the different types of love and the friendship between reader and hyunjin is so wholesome, and let's not forget hyunjin and minho's one! i think this is a must read type of story, it's just incredible on so many levels i can't even begin to fully explain it unless you read it!

→ TRESURE. (@cybrsan) [♥][❄][✎]

- Jung Wooyoung. - ATLA au! enemies to lovers. cliffhanging after pretty much every chapter, but I love it regardless. eventual smut, but none so far. - 06 chapters. - ik ik, shocker another universe au and i'm already in love and dreading to every update! i think by now i'm pretty easy to figure it out, but honestly, Michi did such an amazing job and she's such a good writer that its just IMPOSSIBLE not to read her work and love every single one, but this on tho, she really out did herself and I'm dreading for another update everytime I remember is still on going, but I promise is worth it!

→ GROWING PAINS. (@roomsofangel) [❄][✎][★]

- Choi San. - grumpy x sunshine. strangers to lovers. opposite attract. - 04 chapters.

→ JUST LOOK AT ME. (@ppiri-bahng) [❄][★][⌨][♥]

- Hwang Hyunjin. - mature content. strangers to friends to lovers. camboy!. uni au. - 04 chapters.

→ CONNECTED. (@sky-yuna) [❄][✎][★][♥]

- OT8! Stray Kids. - 23 chapters.

→ NEVER HAVE I EVER. (@desayunho) [❄][✎][★][♥]

- OT8! Stray Kids. - mature content. please read the warnings before reading. - 04 chapters.

→ STAR LOST WITH YOU. (@hyunjinspark) [♥][★][✎]

- Hwang Hyunjin. - strangers to friends to lover. SLOW BURN!. idol verse!. mature content. - 18 chapters. - idk why it took me so long to start this, but i said it once and i'll say it again, i would literally read her grocery shopping and thank her for it, if this story ever turn into an actual book or tv show, it will LITERALLY explode (in a good way), this story is perfect on so many levels i don't even know where to start, just go read it, you won't regret it!

→ NEPO BABIES. (@ilovehimyourhonour) [♥][✉]

- Yang Jeongin. - smau with written parts. rich kids au. idiots in love. - 15 chapters + lots of bonus chapters. - by far one of the two best Yang Jeongin fanfic I've read so far, i'm seriously in love with Jeongin and reader in this story and already suffering to what's to come.

→ WRITTEN IN THE STARS. (@lovestay-channie) [♥][⌨]

- Bang Chan. - smau. modern harry potter au. enemies? rivals? to lovers. - 05 chapters.

→ SYSTEM ERROR. (@moanz111) [♥][✉]

- Choi San. - smau with written parts. uni smau. rivals? enemies? to lovers. - hiatus? - 17 chapters.

→ WAITING FOR US. (@kkami-writes) [♥][★][✉]

- OT8! Stray Kids. - smau with written parts. themes that may be triggering to some readers. soulmate au. - 49 chapters. - this is SERIOUSLY incredible work as well, Kaia is honestly like taking such complex story line and putting in such a beautiful and thoughtful way i have no words, and i literally fell in love with this story so so much!

→ INCEPTION. (@remedyx) [♥][★][✎]

- OT8! Ateez. - fantasy. mature content. soulmate au. - 37 chapters + bonus. - oh god, where do i even start with this one? like, i knew i could find an ateez fic as incredible as most of the stray kids one that i've seen, but this one... i was shocked to say the least in the best way possible. if you like fantasy, worldbuilding, romance, angst, slow burn, this is literally for you, this story is just >>>>>>.

→ ENCHANTED TO MEET YOU. (@f9clementine) [✉]

- Lee Minho. - smau with written parts. strangers to friends to lovers. magic au. - 23 chapters. - the cliffhanging that this story gives... that's all i'm gonna say, bc i'm way too eager to find out how it turns out and it's sooooooo good how she developed the relationship btw Minho and the reader, i'm sat waiting for the next chapters.

→ INSTEAD OF YOU. (@sluttywonwoo) [♥][★][✎]

- Lee Minho. - strangers to friends to lovers. best friend's brother. mature content. - 35 chapters. - THIS. FUCKING. STORY. I LIVE FOR THIS! like it's so fucking good in so many ways that i can't even begin to describe, just do yourself a favor and go read it.

→ I SAW YOU IN A DREAM. (@forgottenfourr) [✉]

- Yang Jeongin. - smau with written parts. soulmate au. uni au. idiots in love. strangers to friends to lovers. - 38 chapters.

→ CATS GOT YOUR TONGUE. (@tr0p1cal) [♥][✉]

- Lee Minho. - smau with written parts. mature themes?. strangers to friends to lovers. idiots in love?. - 16 chapters.

→ CHIT CHAT. (@gyuworm) [✉]

- Hwang Hyunjin. - 11 chapters (on hiatus).

→ HOME MADE DYNAMITE. (@mangiverse) [⌨]

- ?? ATZ. - 06 chapters.

→ MAMA MIA. (@mars101) [⌨]

- TBZ Bermuda Line. - 24 chapters.

→ WORD OF YOUR BODY. (@dvbkie099) [★][✉]

- Lee Minho. - 17 chapters.

→ THE END ZONE. (@collisvng) [⌨]

- Seo Changbin. - 01 chapter.

→ LIQUOR LIPS. (@maeleelee) [♥][★][⌨]

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tonberry-yoda · 2 years

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it’s heart anon again ♡ may i request risotto accidentally receiving the reader’s love confession instead of the paperwork for a mission or assignment they were going to give him? (it can be headcanons or a full-blown fic, that’s entirely up to you !)

maybe the reader writes a secret love letter out of boredom but accidentally mixes it up with some documents for a mission, so i can only imagine risotto’s reaction when he reads about how handsome he is instead of orders from the boss for a hit job 😭

oh my love!!! hello heart anon! thank you so so so so so so much for this amazing request! i had such a killer time writing it, you dont even understand omg. thank you again and i really hope you enjoy because this is 10x hotter than i thought it would turn out.

Risotto Reacting to a Love Letter

Pairing - Risotto x reader

Warnings - none, just risotto being too hot for this world

Word Count - 493

Notes - sorry this took a while, but thank you again! i loved writing this and omg thank you again! i hope you have a wonderful day and stay hydrated heart anon!! <333

“Good morning Risotto!” You beamed at the man you looked up to as he walked through the door holding piles of paperwork.

“Good morning, y/n. Where’s everyone else?”

You stood up and walked over to your desk, filing through your own paperwork as Risotto did the same. “They all went out. Shopping I think.”

“Those idiots.” Risotto muttered under his breath, trying to find that day’s assignment in all of his paperwork. “Do you have the day’s assignment over there, y/n?”

You dug through your own paperwork, but all you could find were angry notes from Ghiaccio and love letters from Melone along with organized old assignments from the boss. “Nope. Are you sure it's not in the giant pile in your hand?”

“Oh wait, here it is.” Risotto pulled out a packet, but it definitely wasn't their assignment for the day. It was a long handwritten letter, completely in cursive. He skimmed it at first, reading words like, “handsome” or “in love with you”, but what caught his eye was the sign off at the end. “Love, y/n.”

He quickly looked up at you and then back down at the letter. You didn't notice though, as you were trying to put the day together.

Risotto then read everything from that note. How much you cared about him, how you would take a bullet for him, how you loved working with him. He couldn't stop rereading it over and over again.

“Uh… y/n?” Risotto knew he was blushing, but there was really nothing he could do about that.

“Yeah?” You turned to find Risotto with a bright red face, holding a piece of paper up to you. “Oh, did you find it?” You stood up and grabbed the paper from him, immediately feeling all of the color leave from your face. “Oh my god, Risotto, I am so so so so sorry, I don't know how that ended up with all of your work! I'm sorry, just pretend like nothing happened! I'll go shred it. And oh! Would you look at that! Here’s the assignment for the day sitting right on top of your des-”

Risotto stopped you mid-sentence by pulling you by the wrist, your lips only inches apart. “You have such a way with words, y/n. Has anyone ever told you that before?”

Before you could answer, Risotto’s lips were already on yours, pulling you into his lap with a smile. He tucked your hair behind your ear and you realized how warm he was. So comfortable. You could fall asleep like this if you weren't careful.

He pulled away slowly, your lips sticking together for a moment before parting. You looked into his dark eyes that were looking at you with such love and care. He pulled you in again for a shorter kiss and took the note from your hand. “I'll be keeping this, thank you. Now let's get ready for the day, yes?”

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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 7 days

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The Question of Debt

Hi! I've read a few Merlin fics recently where Arthur finds out that Merlin hasn't been paid what he should, if at all, 'cause no-one ever trained him or told him anything about his job. I'd love to see your take on this if you want to write it? With lots of Merlin & knights friendship too. Thank yooou <3 – anon

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Warnings: none

Pairings: merthur

Word Count: 4232

Look, alright, Arthur does try to give Merlin the benefit of the doubt, but when he walks into his room to see him immediately stand up straight, hide something behind his back, and that something is jingling, what exactly is he supposed to do? Well, if Merlin is to be believed, state his business and leave Merlin to his. But when a pouch of coin leads to a confrontation that reaches far beyond their normal spats, Arthur starts to uncover something very troubling about Merlin's time in Camelot.

Well, if Merlin is to be believed, state his business and leave Merlin to his.

”Oh, and you’re King of Camelot now?”

“No.”

“Then what makes you think you can give me orders?”

”That wasn’t an order. It was a suggestion. One you asked for, by the way.”

“Merlin.”

Merlin just grins that stupid little grin that makes the tips of his ears stick out a bit more and Arthur is not being distracted by it, thank you very much. “Did you need something?”

“You’re late. Am I supposed to dress myself?”

”You’d be amazed what most young children are capable of, sire, most of them can actually dress themselves by the time they’re four or five.”

“Merlin!”

“Look, I’m just saying that it’s not a bother if we need to go over it again—“

Arthur picks up a pillow and smacks Merlin on the arm, which makes him laugh, yes, but more importantly it makes him let go of the coin purse he’s holding behind his back. It hits the floor with a clunk. They both look at it. Merlin scrabbles over the bed but Arthur’s faster and snatches it up.

“Hey! Give that back!”

He fends Merlin off with one hand, peeking inside. It’s hardly anything, really. “What is this, your tavern fund?”

“Give it back.”

”Is there something you’re saving up for? A pretty new tunic, perhaps, or one of those reck scarves you’re always wearing?”

“Arthur—“

“Or is this what you’re doing with—“

Whatever he was going to say is knocked out of him when Merlin slams into his side, hard enough to send him stumbling into the wall. His mouth opens in a wordless yell, righting himself and preparing to chew Merlin out because that could’ve hurt, you idiot, what were you thinking—

—and stops when he sees Merlin glaring at him.

Not the play-scowling they do when they’re bantering back and forth, but actually glowering at him like he’s made him angry. It’s enough to throw him off long enough for Merlin to shove the pouch into his pocket and storm past him, mumbling something about how they’re late for things already. He’s left there, staring at the painfully thin mattress with the moth-eaten blankets.

That was…strange.

He gives himself a shake. Merlin got like that about things sometimes, it’s probably not anything to worry about.

***

It’s definitely something to worry about.

Merlin’s never so much as breathed a word about what happened in his room that morning, which is concerning in and of itself. Merlin never hesitates to throw their previous arguments back in Arthur’s face if he thinks it’s deserved—and Arthur will be gracious and humble enough to say it is, most of the time—but he won’t even mention it. He doesn’t bring it up even if Arthur gives him the opportunity, he won’t even acknowledge what happened. And every time Arthur tries to talk about coin, or Merlin’s family, or anything that could be even remotely related, Merlin clams up faster than Gwaine when they say there’s no more ale left.

So, Arthur does what any concerned King would do, and snoops.

Gaius won’t say a word about it, and not in the way he normally does where he says he doesn’t know anything but secretly does. No, instead Gaius gets oddly stern with him. At least, as stern as he ever outwardly gets when he’s talking to Arthur. It’s that strange disappointed-not-quite-angry voice that just makes Arthur feel like he’s a boy again. He tries to sneak in there once when Merlin and Gaius are out collecting pots and nearly gets caught by a patrolling guard and decides that no, he won’t be doing that again.

It has nothing to do with the fact that Merlin and Gaius came back to a cauldron with some sort of potion in it spilled all across the floor. Absolutely not.

Then he goes to ask Gwen. Gwen and Merlin talk about things. Maybe Merlin has talked to Gwen about…whatever that pouch was. But Gwen looks at him with a frown and says that she doesn’t know.

“I’ve never seen him with a pouch like that before. Are you sure it was his? Not someone else’s?”

“He nearly tackled me into the wall over it, that doesn’t sound like something he’d do if it wasn’t his.”

Gwen snorts. “He what?”

“Didn’t work, obviously, he’s not strong enough.”

“Of course not, My King.”

Still, he can hear her snickering as he turns to go.

As a last resort, he turns to the knights.

“I don’t know what that could be,” Elyan says as they take care of their armor after a long day of training, “it’s not like Merlin’s known for hoarding great treasures, he’s not a dragon.”

“Maybe it’s just something of his he wants to keep secret?” Lancelot hangs the training sword back on the wall. “We can hardly begrudge a man his privacy.”

“It was just a small amount of coin. Barely more than a month’s pay.”

“Perhaps he’s sending it to his mother?”

‘“I’ve asked if it’s that, he didn’t answer.”

“Maybe he’s saving it.” They all turn to look at Gwaine. “What?”

”He’s been working here for years, and he’s saved not even a month’s pay?”

“Well, if he’s spending his days in the tavern,” Arthur grumbles and Gwaine laughs. “Are you the one encouraging him then?”

Gwaine laughs again, like Arthur’s made a joke, but when he sees Arthur’s expression, his face falls.

“What?”

“Nothing, nothing.”

If Gwaine is hiding something, then this is far bigger than Arthur thought.

He does not follow Gwaine that night, because he is a King and kings do not spy on their knights, but if he happens to be outside Gaius’s chambers that evening when Gwaine and Merlin are also there, then that’s just a coincidence. A very lucky coincidence.

“Arthur told us something after training, you know,” he hears Gwaine say through the cracked door.

A thunk as Merlin sets down something heavy. “What, that he needs his armor polished until you can all see his face in it?”

“That he found you in your room with a pouch of coin.”

The room goes so silent that Arthur starts to fret they’ve vanished into thin air. He holds his breath.

“That’s all he said?”

He winces at how cold Merlin sounds.

“That and he thought you were spending all your money at the tavern.” Merlin laughs at that. It’s a humorless thing. “He doesn’t know, then?”

Know what?

”No,” Merlin says lowly, “he doesn’t. Did you—“

“No one told him,” Gwaine says firmly and Arthur moves as close to the door as he dares, “he thinks I’m the one dragging you there every day.”

Merlin’s sigh of relief is palpable. “Good. That’s alright, then.”

There’s another moment of silence. Then Gwaine shifts and his mail rasps against the table.

“Was it to send to your mother, then? That coin?”

Merlin huffs. “No. That’s all I’ve got.”

“All you’ve got? But Arthur said it was less than a month’s pay, how—“

“A month? What, for him, maybe. That’s all I’ve ever gotten.”

Arthur blinks. And blinks. And blinks again. That can’t be right.

Gwaine seems to agree. “You—aren’t you being paid more because you’re Princess’s manservant?”

“News to me if that’s true.”

Arthur’s heard enough. He moves quickly and quietly back through the halls, sitting down at his desk and folding his hands. The candle snaps and crackles as he stares unseeing into the shadows of his room.

Two things. First, Merlin is not being paid what he should be, clearly. He needs to go and have a word with the steward, find out exactly what Merlin is being paid, how often, and how much he is owed in lost wages.

Second, Merlin is hiding something. Something that at least Gwaine knows, if not the rest of the knights. And it has something to do with the fact that Merlin is not, in fact, at the tavern nearly as much as Arthur thinks he is, if at all.

Sleep comes fitfully that night.

***

”If you glare at that parchment anymore, sire, you’re liable to burn a hole through it.”

Arthur doesn’t care. He’ll set fire to this whole office if he damn well pleases. Especially this rude, blasphemous, audacious piece of paper.

“How did this happen,” he snarls with enough venom to make the steward and even Leon shuffle, “did we not increase all servants to a minimum payment after my coronation?”

“We did, sire.”

“Then explain this.”

“Merlin was not chosen by you initially,” the steward says, voice remarkably even as Arthur glares at him, “he was appointed by your late father.”

“So?”

“So,” Leon continues, “the King’s appointments exist outside the normal agreements for servants. They have their own terms and conditions, including modified pay rates.”

”Show me.”

The steward gets up and goes to a chest of drawers, opening one and rifling through it. He produces a single sheaf of paper and carries it back over to the desk, adjusting his glasses.

“Here, sire, if you would?”

Arthur does not snatch it, because he is a King and kings do not snatch, and the paper was certainly already torn when it found its way into his grip.

Not for the first time, he wishes his father were somewhere he could talk to him, so he could shout about the man’s hypocrisy for serving the people when he would give them a barely-livable wage and call it fair.

“What is a King’s manservant supposed to be paid?” The steward slides another sheet of paper towards him. “Good. Change it to that right now.”

“Right away, sire.”

“And give him what he should’ve been paid before.”

“How much?”

“As much as he’s owed,” Arthur growls.

“We would only be able to excuse that if we went back as far as your coronation, which would be—“

”Fine, fine. Whatever makes it so you give the man what he’s owed.”

The steward looks far too pleased to carry out the order, which just gives Arthur more motivation to shout at Uther, but he pushes that down because he is a King, now, and kings do not scream at people who do not deserve it, if they scream at all.

“Will there be anything else, sire?”

“Not at this time. Thank you.”

”My pleasure, sire, as always.”

Arthur nods and turns to leave, striding down the hall with Leon at his side. The man is as inscrutable as always, not offering any condemnation or encouragement as Arthur mutters to himself.

“Didn’t so much as say anything, idiot, barely a livable wage for someone in the poorest part of the city, honestly…”

Leon doesn’t say a word until they reach Arthur’s chambers. “If I might?”

“Please, old friend, come in.” Arthur all but collapses into a chair and buries his face in his hands. “I don’t—why didn’t he tell me?”

”Merlin is a private person. It’s likely he preferred not to discuss such things, especially with you.”

Arthur peeks out between his fingers. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Aside from the fact that you’re his employer, the two of you don’t exactly have the…typical relationship between a king and his servant.”

Arthur huffs. “Which is why I thought he’d tell me.”

“Perhaps.”

“I know that tone of voice, or perhaps what?”

“Or perhaps Merlin didn’t know that something was amiss.”

Now Arthur does sit up, frowning. “What do you mean?”

“As the steward said: you did not choose Merlin upon his original appointment. He saved your life and the then King had him assigned to you. He was not trained to be a servant, much less the Crown Prince’s manservant. I seem to remember many complaints when he was first starting?”

“But that’s—but he did get training.”

“Only after he began working for you, and only from other servants who were not experienced with being your servant. The exception to this would be Gwen, but—“

“But I’m not Morgana.”

“Quite.”

Arthur slumps against the back of his chair. The worst part is that it makes a disturbing amount of sense: Merlin fought against him on how he was treated, how Arthur treated most servants, but not about the coin. Because he knew that people deserved to be treated better than that, but he didn’t know anything about how servants were supposed to be paid. And how could he? He wasn’t a servant—he came from a relatively poor village, how could he know? And so when he was asked by the steward originally—and probably with Uther ushering the process along as quickly as possible, he hadn’t known that he could ask for a better wage.

“Damn,” he mutters. Leon hums. “Damn.”

“You have a council meeting in a few hours, sire. The new allocation of funds is likely to be discussed.”

“Wonderful.” Leon chuckles at his tone. “Will you be there?”

“Of course, sire.”

As he goes, Arthur moves to his desk and starts writing out some of the formalities that the steward will need to add to the record. It’s mindless enough work that he starts to wonder about that other half of things. His gaze finds the door where Leon had just vanished.

Did Leon know?

It was almost a certainty. If there was one person Arthur could rely on to know almost everything that happened in Camelot, it was Leon. Something about the man’s quiet nature made him the ideal confidant, not just for the upper echelons but the lower as well. He swears Leon could put together a list of everything he had ever been told in confidence and it would run the length of the city.

So Leon knew, most likely. And with that came the conclusion that Arthur would never, ever be able to get it out of him.

Gwaine was probably the easier bet, but Gwaine isn’t about to come to this council meeting.

With that in mind, he quickly finishes the paperwork and sets it aside before Merlin comes sweeping in to make sure he’s ready. They manage to get there early, for once, and take their places before the rest of the lords come in to talk about whatever it is the lords believe is worth discussing.

“And as the last thing,” the steward says as the meeting winds to a close, “is the budget allocation for this next period.”

“I expect everything is the same?”

“With the exception of the compensation fund we discussed earlier, yes, sire, all the same.”

Arthur nods and moves to close the meeting when one of the lords speaks up.

“Pardon the interruption, sire, but…what compensation fund?”

“It has come to my attention that someone in the castle has not been paid what they are due, and so we are compensating them for their lost wages.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Merlin look at him.

“But surely that is not a sum worthy of factoring into the crown’s budget, so…” The lord trails off as he catches sight of said sum over the steward’s shoulder. He stands up with a horrid screech. “Have you gone mad?”

“Your tongue, my lord,” Leon says lowly, stepping forward, “you will address your king with respect.”

“I’ll address him with respect when he’s not spending a mountain of coin on a single person!” The lord tries to snatch the paper but the steward holds firm. “What is the meaning of this?”

“They were not paid the proper amount for several years,” Arthur says calmly, “we are rectifying this.”

“But this—this—this would put the crown in debt!”

“And any proceedings from a legal standpoint would as well. Or would you rather the crown be taken to a formal trial and then forced to pay owed wages?”

Leon steps up to contain the lord’s fury, but Arthur couldn’t care less. Not when Merlin is looking at him with his mouth open and something suspiciously shiny about his eyes.

He risks only a glance at him before he stands and brings the meeting to a close.

***

”That was good of you,” Gwaine says, quiet enough that it’s hidden under the clang and clash of swords on the training field, “making up his pay like that.”

“It’s what he’s owed.”

”Still.” He wipes his blade with a rag. “Never seen a King stick his neck out like that for a servant.”

“It’s Merlin.”

“That it is.” Their shoulders bump. “Still. Good one, mate.”

Arthur just nods. Merlin is across the field, tending to a table of armor that needs to be repaired. He sees Lancelot, Elyan, and Percival each go up to him in turn, talking to him or ruffling his hair. Even Leon glances over from where he’s supervising a group of younger knights and gifts him with a softer smile.

“He looks happier.”

“He does,” Gwaine agrees, stretching out next to him, “he’s sleeping better too.”

Arthur whips around. “How would you know how he’s sleeping?”

“Whoa, easy, Princess,” Gwaine laughs, “not like that. He’s finally bought himself a proper mattress, that’s all. Heard him talking about it with Gaius this morning.”

“Oh.”

Gwaine chuckles. “Don’t worry, none of us would dare.”

“You’d better not.”

“Oh, I like myself intact, thank you very much.” He sniffs. “Not that you’d actually manage to do that much damage.”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

Gwaine shoves him lightly and they both laugh. It trails off and they go back to watching the men train. At least, ostensibly they’re watching the men train. Really they’re both watching Merlin.

”I wish he’d told me,” Arthur says, almost too quiet to hear. He knows Gwaine does by the way he hums.

They look at each other. Arthur searches his expression for a long moment. Gwaine’s eyebrow twitches.

Tell me, he pleads silently, please, tell me.

Gwaine doesn’t say a word.

With a sigh, Arthur looks back at Merlin. Their eyes meet across the field. Merlin’s brow twitches in a silent you alright? Arthur nods. Merlin grins.

With a grunt, he heaves himself to his feet, readying his sword to go and relieve Percival from his bout with Lancelot, when Gwaine catches his arm.

“Arthur.”

“Yes?”

“Next time you and Merlin go on a hunt, don’t kill anything.”

He frowns, a thousand questions building up on the tip of his tongue, but he nods. Gwaine nods back and loudly goes to make a nuisance of himself.

“Sire,” Elyan says as he approaches, “is everything alright?”

“Fine, fine. Shall we?”

“Ready when you are.”

***

“I still don’t understand why you insist on these hunts,” Merlin grumbles as he shoves something else into a pack, “it’s not like we don’t have food in the castle.”

“Maybe it’s not about the food, Merlin.”

“Oh, so you just want to go kill something. Should’ve guessed.”

He cuffs him lightly upside the head. “Just get the horses ready.”

Merlin grumbles something unflattering about Arthur’s resemblance to his horse as he goes. Gwaine’s words turn over and over in his mind as he packs up the crossbow. He truly isn’t planning on killing anything, but the woods aren’t exactly free of dangers. At the very least, if there are bandits that decide to attack them.

Merlin can say all he wants about not enjoying hunts, but he can’t hide the way his shoulders slump when they leave the walls of the city. He has that terribly earnest and whimsical look on his face as they make it into the woods, the breeze ruffling his hair and the birds calling out from the trees. Arthur has to remind himself to look where his horse is going and not just stare at Merlin the entire time, but Merlin’s not exactly looking at him either, so he can get away with it.

He may have claimed this was a hunt, but Merlin hasn’t seemed to notice that they’re not hunting anything. They pass more than a few obvious deer tracks that Arthur completely ignores and any smaller game like rabbit scatter well before Arthur could so much as reach for the crossbow. Instead, Merlin is in a little world of his own, marveling at the forest like it’s the most splendid thing he’s ever seen.

Arthur supposes he can’t talk, that’s how he’s looking at Merlin.

Eventually, he calls for a break near the river. Merlin just hums and gets off the horse, taking the bit from its mouth so it can graze, and loosening the saddle’s girth. Arthur sets the pack on the ground and rifles through it for their water skins.

“I’m going to fill these up, set up the rest of camp.”

“But we haven’t caught anything yet.”

“No harm in taking a rest, is there? Though if you want to keep going—“

“No, no, rest is good.”

Arthur chuckles as he heads off through the trees, listening to Merlin bustle about behind him. He manages to get down to the river in a few short minutes, holding the water skins under a small waterfall to fill them.

”Hey,” he mutters to himself, “so I’m glad we sorted out the thing with your pay, but now apparently there’s something else I don’t know about. What is it?”

Yeah, like that would work.

“The knights know something about you and I’m worried it’s similar. What is it?”

Also not likely to work.

“I’m worried about you and also quite hopelessly in love. Help.” He scoffs at himself. “I’d have better luck telling my father I want to court a servant.”

He mutters half a dozen more to himself, each worse than the last, before he realizes the sun is going down and he’s been ‘getting water’ for far too long. He drags his feet through the brush as he goes back, still muttering, when he hears something from the direction of their camp. Instinctively, he crouches and reaches for the dagger on his hip.

He peers around a tree and—

Oh.

Oh, no.

Merlin is sitting in the middle of camp with golden tendrils of magic—it must be magic, it couldn’t possibly be anything else—creating a suspended web of leaves and flowers in a sphere around himself. Butterflies flit around him like he’s some forest nymph. His fingers move and twirl through the air and it responds to him like a living thing. Arthur is speechless.

Merlin has magic.

Merlin had magic.

And it’s beautiful and incredible and so very Merlin and Arthur is done for.

Just as he’s coming to the conclusion of how irrevocably bollocked he is, Merlin turns and sees him.

The yelp he makes is heartbreaking and all the things crash down around him as he scrabbles away. But he goes too fast and ends up flat on his back, staring at Arthur with his eyes so wide he can see the whites all the way around. Arthur quickly decides that this is unacceptable and Merlin is never allowed to be scared like this, and so he raises his hands in a gesture of surrender.

Merlin doesn’t move.

Slowly, so slowly, Arthur starts to make his way across the clearing. Merlin flinches and bites his lip to stifle his whimpers whenever Arthur accidentally snaps a twig or crushes a leaf. It takes an age and Arthur’s shoulders ache by the time he makes it, but then he’s standing over Merlin and he reaches out a hand.

Merlin takes it. He can feel it tremble.

Carefully, he pulls Merlin to his feet. The poor thing still looks so scared and Arthur wracks his brain for something, anything he could say to make this better, let Merlin know he would never, that it’s all going to be alright…

But he’s never been particularly good with words.

Actions, on the other hand…

Telegraphing his movements so Merlin can stop him, he cups the side of Merlin’s face, feeling his jaw tremble. With a courage he does not feel, he leans in.

Merlin makes a surprised noise when he kisses him, but slowly, slowly, he kisses back.

Camelot could go to war, bandits could ambush them, Uther himself could stride into the clearing and Arthur would tell him to wait.

They break apart but dare not separate, still breathing the same air. Arthur swallows heavily and pulls Merlin closer.

“I’m going to legalize magic.”

Merlin’s breath stutters against his cheek. “You’re—you what?”

“I’m going to legalize magic.”

“So…you’re not going to kill me?”

“No. Never.” He tangles his fingers in Merlin’s hair. “I would sooner throw myself on the sword.”

Merlin huffs a strangled laugh. “Will you kiss me again?”

Arthur doesn’t hesitate.

Gwaine is never going to let him live this down. But he’s the King, so it doesn’t matter.

#bbc merlin #merlin bbc #merlin #dragonbabbles #fic

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19 days fic rec pt.2

Making pt.2 cuz I couldn't add all of my favourite fics here( again, with no particular order )

Mark My Love by ria_green

( E | 12,525 | 9/? )

He Tian gently holds Mo Guanshan by the neck, thumb pressing into where a bond bite might one day appear.

Shivering, Mo Guanshan shoves him away. "Go do that with an omega, idiot."

Note: a funny omegaverse story. Don't let the omegaverse title put you off it's seriously very funny and cute. I love the interactions between guan shan and jian yi😂 he tian and zhen xi too! I swear they all have weirdest dynamics!

It will come back by mgsdays (regencyaus)

( E | 44,417 | 12/12 )

He Tian leaving on self-protection, after Jian Yi's disappearance, makes Mo scared enough to make a move. They stumble into something together just as He Tian leaves the country, and they have to figure things out long-distance while waiting for He Tian to come back.

Mo's known the gist of it since the dawn of his puberty. Water's wet, sky is blue, Mo's sexual desires are intertwined with his complicated feelings for He Tian. Big deal.

But the reality of it is- something else. This is something else entirely.

Did you miss me? – H

Barely noticed. - MGS

...did you? - MGS

Every minute of every day. - H

How the fuck does He Tian just say those things? Doesn't he feel embarrassed? Mo thinks he's feeling embarrassed for him, and he didn't even write it. He stares at the words until his phone light goes out, and then he turns it on again and stares some more.

Note: an amazing reunion au. I think author did a great job at handling tianshan's long-distance relationship and all of that mafia stuff. I think this fic has to be In everyone's "to read" list👌

nothing fucks with my baby by figglypudding

( E | 23,897 | 3/3 )

unexpectedly, and in the most unlikely of places, mo stumbles upon a reunion he'd long given up on.

but how can he heal when he's only just begun to acknowledge the hurt?

Note: another reunion au. But angstier and so much sadder😭 but it's happy ending, so all of that sadness was worth going through.

swimming in the blood by powerandpathos

( M | 29,455 | 1/1 )

Guan Shan’s nose wrinkles. ‘I sing like I mean it. I don’t sing it ‘cause I want everyone else to hear. That’s Jian Yi’s thing.’

’And what’s your thing?’

He Tian holds his gaze. Street lamps and car headlights are mirrored in the amber surface of Guan Shan’s eyes, and He Tian can see his own shadowed silhouette in his irises, a blocky shape of darkness with no detail. For some reason, that bothers him.

‘Still figurin’ that out,’ Guan Shan says.

Note: rock band au. Sex, drama and rock 'n roll. No drugs lol. This fic in in my top 10 favourite 19 days fics, And it is so underrated!! Go read it, it's truly wonderful!

nail House by powerandpathos

( M | 13,309 | 1/1 )

‘God,’ Guan Shan mutters. He pushes himself up onto his elbows. His thighs are still trembling, and he rolls his ankles. ‘You fuckin’ love control, don’t you?’

He Tian sits back on his haunches. ‘Have you seen my family?’

‘I don’t wanna talk about your family right now.’ Guan Shan huffs. ‘Bet you can’t fuckin’ stand that I have to drive you about, right?’

‘I got used to it. It’s a shame the car isn’t a manual. I’ve enjoyed seeing your hand around the gear stick.’

Note: Triad au/driver!Guan shan. One of my favourite aus! I really enjoyed reading it, so I read it 3 more time.

hook, line, and sinker by fayre

( Gen | 3,673 | 1/1 )

“So everything that happened,” Guan Shan says, trying and failing to keep a steady tone, “The shopping, the barbeque — everything was just because you didn’t want to go home alone? That's pretty damn convoluted if you ask me.”

He Tian huffs, amused. “Not exactly. I had nothing planned; no expectations. I just wanted to be with you.”

a post-chapter 292 drabble (the day after the BBQ/sleepover at the He family estate.)

Note: i loved all of the calm feelings I got from this fic. The descriptions of atmosphere and everything around them was so detailed that I literally could feel them too. It was very gentle and pure you know?

allergy season by fayre

( T | 6,506 | 1/1 )

“You know, they say that sneezing a lot means you’re on someone’s mind.”

“Yeah?” Guan Shan says a bit drily, sniffing hard. “Then what a fuckin’ shame.”

He Tian watches him. “For you?”

“For the bastard unfortunate enough to have gotten me on their mind,” Guan Shan answers, walking again. He hates how nasally and gross his voice sounds, and the back of his throat feels sore. “If someone’s thinkin’ of me this fuckin’ much, it can’t be good news for either of us. Trust me.”

“Ah,” He Tian says, and then nothing more.

a post-chapter 348 oneshot (the He Tian & dog chapter).

Note: man...i remember reading this fic hoping that one day, we get a love confession and kiss scene between he tian and guan shan (and now we fucking have it)

Knee high, stage fright (even if you're alright) by fayre

( Gen | 5,383 | 1/1 )

It’s no longer about what He Tian thinks; it’s about what he knows. And he knows Guan Shan — at least on a foundational level — and he knows how Guan Shan doesn’t just ask when he needs. He knows how Guan Shan doesn’t talk but doesn’t listen, either. He knows that Guan Shan doesn’t always think rationally but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t think, and he knows how his body goes on autopilot before his thoughts cause him to malfunction and crash and burn.

He knows.

After all, it's the little things that add up. He Tian can only pray that they won't come crashing back down.

(or: no matter how hard he may try, guan shan can't hide all his problems. fluff ensues.)

Note: a soft and cute tianshan oneshot, with a little bit of angst but it's mostly fluff. I loved the ending, it melted my heart and brought smile to my lips🫠❤

singing in red by starlightstarshine

( T | 27,204 | 6/6 )

In which He Tian is the bassist for the most popular band in the world and Guan Shan is only doing modelling so that he could get enough money to pay for his next meal (based on that art by Old Xian).

Note: I love the fics where guan is head over heels for He tian haha😆

Tell Me On A Sunday by Llybian

( T | 1,501 | 1/1 )

He’d begun, with great difficulty, to accept all of this in his heart. But he still could do nothing. What was he supposed to do? Confess his feelings like a pathetic little schoolgirl? Not a chance.

But then again, what did he really suppose would happen if he told He Tian he “liked” him? Well, the world would end, for one. That was just a given. But beyond that, they’d probably just make out. There was really no chance of He Tian shooting him down or saying this was all just some long con.

Despite that. He just couldn’t.

Note: I think by summary everyone can get a brief foresight that what this fic is about. In my opinion, this fic is very real and in character.

Bites by Asfodel

( M | 24,263 | 7/? )

Turning to look at the black sky, he let his mind wander to a place he tried not to visit too often. To the last words Guan Shan heard He Tian say in that dim corridor.

« I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I love you, I’ll fix it, I’m sorry. »

Like a mantra.

or a rewrite of their reunion a few years after high school, basically disregarding the Christmas chapters. Side of ZhengYi, angsty but with a healthy dose of fluff, tags will be updated as the story goes.

Note: reunion au. It's such a beautiful but heartbreaking story. I love author's writing style, it captures feelings perfectly👌

A dog by Alien_Kitsune

( E | 50,000 | 10/10 )

Mo Guanshan and He Tian didn't meet in the school and each went his own way. Several years passed and Mo became a criminal. But on the verge of death destiny surprises him.

Two broken men who are still trying to find themselves in this world were always fated to find each other.

Note: mafia au. Thanks to @maruuzen for recommending me this fic!❤ I really loved the process of tianshan's relationship development. I'm sure that's how their relationship would go if they didn't meet at middle school, and/or he tian joined his family business, just like how it's stated in fic, fate brought them together. also it's angsty (of course) so be warned.

Dawn Rising by powerandpathos

( E | 78,968 | 13/? )

An Historical Fantasy AU—A poisoning; a death; a thief. A prince struggling to be a prince. A guard trying to stop one from getting killed. And everyone else on the sidelines. It has never been so hard to navigate the court of an empire when not everyone can survive.

Note: my favourite historical fantasy au, the plot, the drama, the characters it's just_ugh👌💞 unfortunately, this fic is probably abandoned, but don't let that stop you from reading it, even though it's unfinished, I think this fic is still amazing.

Cold On The Inside by incorrect19days

( E | 4,879 | 6/6 )

‘Look at me.’

He Tian instructed softly.

He took a deep shuddering breath and opened his eyes.

Note: a short and oh-so-beautiful story. It's a little bit sad but it's happy end, or hopeful ending better to say.

#19 days #fanfic #19 days fanfic #tianshan #zhanyi #thinking about all the amazing fics and authors In 19 days fandom #that I haven't discovered yet #Damn like...#Fic authors are like a blessing to every fandom #will i live long enough to see the ending of my favourite fics #the endings that may never come but im desperately waiting #yeah...I'm talking about dawn rising...

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I've noticed you're happy when people share snippets of things they're writing, so today I want to share with you one of the scenes I'm the most proud to have ever written

To give you a bit of context so it makes sense: Time travel fuckery happens when Naruto uses almost all of Kurama's power to get back in time. What little power was left of the Bijuu merges with his body and gives him orangy-red hair the same color of Kurama's fur so he makes himself pass as Kushina's younger brother when he appears in Konoha around the time young Naruto is 5/6 y/o, going by the name of Uzumaki Kurama to avoid raising any suspicious about two Narutos. Shit happens, he and Kakashi fall in love but are idiots who don't communicate. The scene takes place after Pain's attack and Kakashi dying and coming back to life.

The dust has long settled on the destroyed village, and now the moon was high in the sky, watching over Her people in silence.

Tenzō had done an amazing job, Kakashi has to admit. It's thanks to his Mokuton that the people of Konoha have a place to sleep at until the village is properly re-built.

Not him, though. He couldn't fall asleep.

He's not too surprised by the fact that he's awake in the middle of the night. He's used to it. Usually he can fall asleep for an hour or two at some point, but this time is different. He guesses dying and coming back to life will do that to you.

He's not the only one awake. ANBU are patrolling the village. Some of them nod their head at him when passing by, but no one stops to bother him as he stands on top of a mostly destroyed building, away from where the rest of the village is resting.

Kakashi is not on duty. He hasn't been since the day the Sandaime had told him that he was to become a Jōnin Sensei. Yet, tonight he misses the mask. He feels like his head is too full of thoughts, and he needs to put on his ANBU uniform and let that part of him take the lead. The youngest ANBU to have ever been made. The only ANBU with a perfect mission score. He misses not thinking about anything but a mission, his body moving mechanically as his mind takes a step back and rests.

Alas, he can't. He had to give his mask and uniform back all those years ago, leave them in the hands of the Hokage and never take them back.

It's barely past 0300 when someone joins him. Kakashi doesn't hear their footsteps but he does feel their familiar chakra, as bright as the sun and as scalding hot and dangerous as a forest fire.

Kurama doesn't say anything as he sits beside him, and it's in that moment that Kakashi realizes he hasn't seen the man all day, not even when the fight ended and everything went quiet.

Kakashi looks at him, but Kurama isn't looking back. No. He's looking at the village with an expression that Kakashi can't decipher. Oh, but how he wishes that he could. He would give anything to be able to read this man like one of his beloved books.

"I died today," Kakashi finds himself saying, unable, for once, to stand the silence.

"I know."

"I saw my father."

Kurama finally looks at him, and Kakashi can finally see. There's a deep grief in his blue eyes, a grief that looks as old as the man himself.

"How was it?" Kurama asks. He sounds tired, even more than Kakashi feels.

"Meeting him?"

"Dying."

The question hangs heavy in the air, and after a while Kurama looks back towards the village.

"All my life I've seen people either die or leave without me being able to do anything to prevent it. While I was here, I almost forgot how terrible war was for those who survive it," he sighs, then shakes his head. "I know we didn't lose anyone today thanks to Naruto, but..."

But we could have, he doesn't say. But we did, even if only for a short while.

Kakashi finally sits down, and it hits him suddenly that Kurama was probably already around when Uzushio was attacked and destroyed. That he had to witness his home be razed to the ground. His clan, his family, his friends, forever lost. And who knows where those who were able to run away ended up. Did Kurama escape with his parents? With a friend? And where are they, now?

Kakashi already knows the answer to that particular question for sure.

"But we're still here," Kakashi says, a gentleness in his voice he didn't think he was even capable of having. "And, you know, talking with my father made me realize something important."

Kurama looks at him so intently with those deep blue eyes of his, and Kakashi wonders, not for the first time, what is it about this man that makes him want to open up. Hatake Kakashi hates being vulnerable, so why does he want Kurama to know his every secret?

"While I was with him, we talked about a lot of things. I told him about my old team, my students, my mistakes and failures over the years, and," he stops for a moment. Has to look away from Kurama's blue eyes, "I talked about you, too."

There's a surprised sound from beside him, but Kakashi lets his eye rest on the sleeping village stretching in front of them.

"And I realized that, for you, I'd-"

A hand shots out, pressing against Kakashi's lips to silence him. The way Kurama is looking at him now is pained.

"If you're about to tell me that you'd die for me, don't," he sounds even more tired, and Kakashi can see it in the way his body is positioned that he's tense, so much that Kakshi almost fears it might hurt.

Gently, Kakashi grabs Kurama's wrist to pull his hand away from his lips, but instead of pushing it away he keeps it in his.

"I would have, before," he admits. Kurama's hand is warm in his, as he presses it over his heart. He can almost sense its warmth all the way under his jōnin uniform. "But that's not what I was about to say."

He looks at him again, and for the first time in forever Kakashi feels like everything is right in this shitty world they had been thrown in. That everything will be okay, no matter what the world throws at them. And a smile, gentle and small, pulls softly at his lips, hidden under his trusted mask.

For the first time, the little wrinkles forming around his eye are genuine

"I would live for you, Kurama."

#RayRambles #Naruto #GLORIOUS

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temper-temper · 11 months

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It’s Me Birthday

I was going to draw a cute lil picture but due to a lil bit of art burnout I wasn’t able to- so instead I’m gonna write a bit of an update of my life by looking back at the past year since my last birthday.

Last year at this time I was working a job that made me miserable and wondering what I was doing with my life. It was a few months after meeting Flash, Flux, and Guru (Dawn and Doe too!) and I had just gotten back into military history- something I felt for a long time was wrong and bad for me to be into. I ended up quitting that job and starting a job that is my favorite to this day (though sadly I moved and couldn’t keep the job) and getting closer to a lot of people I’ve met through this community.

The people I’ve met here- like Silver, Doe, Daw, Flash, Ally, Flux, Guru, Summer, Aw0, Captain Molasses, Saryn ( and Fly Guy through him), Sugar, TechBro, Dainty, Paint, Dark, and so so many more- helped me so much in being comfortable and confident in who I am. They have been a constant supportive force in my life since I’ve opened myself up to them here and helped me through one of the hardest transitioning periods in my life.

In this time I’ve moved states, starting a new job, started a new Church, started a new relationship, and started being unapologetically me and I have my amazing friends to thank for helping me get to this point!

I also need to sing raises to God because where I was just s year ago was a place that looking back on it I really wasn’t happy- I didn’t know it myself but He did. I was around people who put me down (mostly those old jobs) and made me feel I wasn’t good enough and an idiot and now I’m around people who love and value me! Only God could of so perfectly brought me from where I was to where I am now.

I gotta give special thanks to a few key players in helping me out over these last few months and if you aren’t in the list don’t think that doesn’t mean I don’t value you! I think I means we need to chat more! Seriously, feel free to dm me! :3

Doe: Honey- thank you. You were the first I came to when I realized what I did and you were so patient with me, you gave me a distraction and an ear to listen while I was figuring life out. You never said “oh do this” or “do that” just listened and held me to my decision. You even gave me the kick to tell Guru how I felt!

Flux: You stayed up with me in late night calls- helping me process everything when my world was falling a part. You helped me understand my feelings and realize that feeling my feelings was okay. You’ve been the big brother I always wanted and it was so nice to bound with you while we courted out S/Os. I’m grateful for you being there when I was so scared.

Ally: You ALSO helped me understand my feelings and understand that it’s okay to feel my feelings. You sat with me while I toiled with anger and sadness; and you vented back to me your own. You have been steadfast in your support and love for me and I’m grateful to have a friend like that- you also have been nothing but supportive of me and Guru and always know what to say when I need it. Yeah misses “you are cute,” I see you

Flash: Fella you started it all! You brought me to these friendships. Your a quite strong wall of support for us and I just hope I can be one back to you. You remind me repeatedly “is this under God?” And it’s great to have a friend like that. Your a great artist and I’m glad to have you as a friend- we gotta do more with Fell and Celeste!

SilverWing: Honey get OVER HERE! You’ve been so supportive and kind to me in your feral way and I love it. It’s so nice having someone in my life who wants to pop off about the interests I thought for YEARS I wasn’t allowed to have. We don’t talk as much as I do some others on this list but we don’t have to either. Just vibes all the time 😎

Dawn: We don’t talk that much but I can always trust you. No doubt you are my friend and that being around you is always a blast. Your art is amazing and I do hope we can grow closer- but we really don’t need to, it’s just vibes all the time and I’m grateful for you.

Dainty: Girly we may not be extremely close or whatever but ASSDSDSD YOU ASADSF!! Always supportive and kind to me, always saying nice stuff about me!! You are really awesome thanks for bring my friend!

Dark: Dark, you know well by now I call you my dad. You have been in my life since I was 16 and have supported me though so much- you watched me grow up and grow into my own and I do hope I made you proud. When you saw all that stuff happening with me you stepped up to help me in your amazing Dark way and I’m so grateful for it and you. I just wish I knew how to return the favor. Please don’t undervalue yourself of your art- you are a huge inspiration to me and I don’t want you to leave my life. I trust you.

Guru: Well honey it’s your turn now. I’ve been writing this for the 30 min.

You have had such a healthy and happy impact on my life. You support me and love me just the way I am! You are an amazing and godly man that I can say wholeheartedly I love. You were part of why I got back into the military and you’ve been so crazy supportive in that time I really needed it. I’m so glad we grew closer and you ended up catching feelings for me like I did you. Having a great Christian man by my side is nothing short of amazing and the fact that on top of it all you are handsome, outgoing, well rounded, bubbly/friendly, understanding, and patients. You are the whole package as they say.

I love you hun and don’t you forget it

but honestly I love everyone I mentioned- thank you guys (and so many more) for being in my life ❤️

#mod talks #Text post #birthday #hope I didn’t embarrass anyone but myself lol #will probably come back and tag people later #But I wanna eat food

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mostlyinthemorning · 3 months

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So I just finished the ARC of This Sweet Magic, and while I will certainly be leaving a review on Goodreads (and pre-ordering) as soon as I've put myself back together, I just wanted to immediately share with you how absolutely amazing it was.

As someone made the shift from writing fanfic to original fic a while ago (2015), I think the hardest thing is getting people to care about your characters. With fanfic, that's already baked in, so you really have to do a lot of work in OF to explain to people why these two oblivious doorknobs should be rooted for and cried over until they finally get their HEA and then we all stand up and cheer and cry some more. You did such a wonderful job, and your worldbuilding was perfection. I've never been good at writing cozy small-town stories where you fall in love with the place as much as the people (much like Dan did with SC), and where the reader just knows there are a bunch more stories to tell. To quote Noah, you fuckin' nailed it.

I hope it's not weird for this internet person to say how proud they are of you, but I know personally how hard it is to create original characters and put them out into a world where you're not sure if people will like them. So I'm so, so proud of you, and you should be incredibly proud of TSM. Looking forward to all the places you'll go. <3

Just one question - even though I don't think Andrew has magic or is a witch himself, are the brightly colored jeans (mimicking the hair of the other magical citizens) a bit of a hint that he might have it in him?

Oh, gosh, thank you so, so much.

Tossing this story out into the world has been such a different experience from writing fic, and as you say, trying to find an audience isn't easy.

I am very proud of This Sweet Magic, and seeing people read it and enjoy it doesn't quite seem real and gives me all the feels.

As far as Andrew goes, I really just wanted to give him a bit of unique personality, but now that you've planted that seed, who knows?

~💙🖤💙~

For those who don't know, I wrote an actual book! It's called This Sweet Magic and it has magic and baking and two idiots falling in love and you can learn all about it on my website.

#kit olmstead #this sweet magic

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icey--stars · 9 months

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Born For Tragedy: Part 15

Series Index

She was tragedy. Nothing except death, fear and pain followed in her wake. When she was young, she was beaten. Now she’s the one doing the beating as an assassin. A mysterious stranger comes to her, paying an absurd amount of money for her to kill Beron Vanserra, and protect the eldest son until the job is done. She stumbles across a story much similar to her own, and knows what must be done.

a/n: *begins sobbing hysterically* THE ENDING MADE ME CRY WHILE WRITING. YALL ENJOY.

↢ 『 ☾ 』 ↣

She felt almost manic as she paced the freezing floors of the Underworld. Valda still couldn’t get over the fact that Eris Vanserra was her damn mate. It shouldn’t be possible. She was nowhere near the strength of him… right?

She swore at herself profusely before noticing a letter fluttering to the floor in front of her. Valda picked it up and tore open the seal as soon as she saw it was addressed to the Shadow.

Shadow,

Your payment will be provided upon our next meeting. Find me on the edge of the Middle, Dawn Court side. Make sure you’re near the Weaver’s Cottage. I’ll see you in a week.

Sincerely,

Your Client

Valda sighed, rubbing her forehead. That location was fine. She had a gold storage there. It concerned her that the letter had been spelled to find her identity and appear before her, but she could sort that out later.

But still, how was she about to deal with this stupid golden thread in her chest? She could feel vague bits of panic, worry and other unidentifiable emotions. She couldn’t fully reject the bond since that was told to drive males to insanity. She also couldn’t hurt him like that.

Goddamn it, she swore at herself. What did she want? She wanted Eris safe. She needed to protect Eris from her. She was everything that made him unsafe. Especially now. Now, she was a weakness to him.

In danger, he’d be compelled to protect her and that alone could get him killed.

She could push down her own feelings to protect him. Right? She’d done it before to protect herself. Now she just had to shove it down under again and cover that darkness within her over it.

She took a deep breath and looked toward the 5 thrones on the dais in the room. The very thrones that her Masters had perished upon.

Suddenly, she heard the boom of spears against the ground and the marching of boots in one of the passages. Valda covered herself in dark mist, sprinting for the darkest corner of the room.

Winter Court soldiers came in, their icy, pale skin and white or brown hair giving them away. Not mentioning the spears. Those damn idiots loved their spears, even if they were marching. With what she’d done, stringing up the bodies of her Masters, she knew full well that eventually this place would be found, but she didn’t expect them to patrol it.

“Why do we still patrol this place?” A female asked.

Valda held back a scoff and listened closely.

“Because this used to be the biggest assassin hub in Prythian, so be quiet. You never know when one might come back.”

“It’s not like we’re going to find the Shadow here or something,” A male drawled. “This place is abandoned. Those thrones are just dust.”

She shifted her weight onto her other leg and heard a rather loud crack under it. Darting her gaze down, she stared in wonder as she saw the ceramic tiles cracking under weight so little as hers. However, it also gave her away.

The patrol had frozen, staring at her.

“Is that…” the male who had mentioned her hesitated. Oh what great irony.

“Reveal yourself!” The reasonable one shouted. “Or we will kill you!”

Valda sighed, and gathered enough of herself to focus on a potential fight. Then she dropped her mist, letting it flow back into her as she walked out of the shadows.

“Now what?” She asked, a fake smirk plastered onto her face to seem more intimidating. “You can see me now. How amazing.”

“Are you fucking serious-” The ironic one growled.

“Get her,” The reasonable one ordered, apparently the patrol leader. The others leaped to obey, running toward me. Valda stayed perfectly still. The first two, the ironic one and female were the first to arrive. They were turned into a bloody mist within seconds.

The others stopped dead as their jaws dropped open.

Valda felt the drop in her, the exhaustion looming over her, but she curled darkness into her palm like she was going to throw it toward them.

Then ice magic was thrown into her, freezing her torso as she was thrown backwards. She gasped in pain at the freezing temperature, rolling onto her side to draw a sword and winnow to the other end of the room.

But as soon as she’d gained her footing again, ignoring the freezing burn across her, they’d made it to her new location.

Valda grunted as more ice was thrown around her arms, throwing her into the wall. Then ice shackles bolted her to the wall. She snarled, yanking the arm holding the sword hard, but it didn’t work.

“Soldiers,” the leader growled. “Regroup. Kallias will want to know about this and deal out her fate personally.”

The others paused, but obeyed.

Valda let out a loud snarl. “You let me go this instant!” She screamed, attempting to winnow free, but finding herself more drained than usual. It was also freezing. Her torso hurt like it was burning, but she knew better than that.

They left, running out and then winnowing.

Valda almost screamed in frustration. Cauldron and Mother, what had she done? Mistakes had been made and she could’ve done so much better than that-

She’d trained against Winter Court! She’d trained against every court and yet here she was, her arms stretched out on either side of her with ice shackles keeping her on the wall.

Why had she failed? She wasn’t that distracted, was she? Was she really that pathetic over finding out who her mate was?

A very quiet part of her she wished she could drown completely answered: “Yes.”

Valda growled in frustration, yanking her arms again, trying to get up, but finding her torso was a burning icy pain she couldn’t battle.

When she finally gave up on escaping the shackles, she took in the fact the floor was cold.

The floor was cold.

It wasn’t warm like the Forest House had been. Like Eris’s old room had been. She loved those blankets for that reason. So warm when they wrapped around her. It made her feel so content-

She was truly going insane.

She was missing the political residence of a High Lord.

The quiet part of her growled “Your mate’s residence.”

Valda snarled at that part of her, yanking even harder to escape, or at least quell her growing rage. It didn’t work, naturally.

At this point, maybe she was manic. Pacing around the place where she killed some important people was already bad enough, but getting trapped down there and being unable to escape some measly ice shackles? She was pathetic.

“Right down here, my lord. We found her in the corner-” The leader of the patrol was saying.

“Shh,” a new male growled. “She can hear us.”

“Right, sorry, my lord.”

A male with icy blue eyes, pale white hair and skin came out of the passageway that led to the surface, his eyes immediately finding mine.

“I suppose you weren’t wrong then,” The male mused. “The Shadow is truly here and alive. Considering the fact you’d killed Beron, I wasn’t so sure.”

Valda let out a snarl, yanking hard on her bindings.

An ice wall suddenly formed around her, hardening within seconds and making the outside look glassy and otherworldly. The ice shackles melted and she leaped to her feet to bang against the wall.

“I’m afraid Eris Vanserra has asked for all information regarding the Shadow, so I can claim no justice. You did kill his father,” the male chuckled. It was then she recognized him. Kallias. The leader had been getting Kallias, the High Lord of the Winter Court.

This was a High Lord that had her trapped.

“Let me out,” She growled.

“I wouldn’t be entirely surprised if she’d gone insane after all the years,” Kallias mused to the leader of the patrol. “What do you think?”

“She certainly plays the part, sir.”

Kallias turned back toward me, and blew his breath onto the ice until it melted enough for us to see each other clearly. Though, it still wasn’t thin enough to break with just banging against it relentlessly.

“Eris will pay you a visit soon, Shadow. I think my version of torture would’ve been meriful in comparison to what the newest High Lord of Autumn has in mind.”

She wanted to scream how wrong that statement was. Eris would never be angry at someone for killing his abusive father. Secondly, he’d never harm his mate, the one he’d just protected. But she didn’t.

Kallias snorted in mock laughter. “I always meant to thank you, by the way. The Underworld was a pain in my ass for the longest time. But do tell me: How did you assassinate the most powerful leaders of that group?”

Valda glared at Kallias through the ice. “I didn’t,” she growled. “I killed them. I killed my own Masters.”

Kallias hummed curiously. “I suppose it would make sense if the Shadow was trained by them. But you should’ve never returned here.”

She banged against the ice with her fist. “Let me out, Kallias,” she ordered. “Let me out.”

The High Lord fixed her with a gaze as if bored. “As I said, Eris will pay a visit soon. Do try to be patient.”

“You can’t keep me here!” She screamed as he turned away. “You can’t!”

Kallias didn’t turn back, marching right out.

Valda finally let out that frustrated scream.

It didn’t help in the slightest.

Here she was, trapped in a High Lord’s power, weak and injured, with the very person she had to stay away from, coming to her. She was utterly fucked.

She tried using her sword to hack away at the ice, but only managed to make a small slice with one very strong throw of her arm. After that, she studied the edge of her blade and growled in frustration when she found it folded. Gods, she’d have to sharpen that out of it, but it also meant she had no way out.

She tried to winnow just outside of the ice, using the last few dregs of her power to do so. But with her being in an almost manic state of frustration, panic, worry, having misted two Winter Court soldiers and winnowed a shit ton, she was done. Even then, she doubted that Kallias had left without warding the area temporarily.

“Fuck,” she muttered, leaning against the frozen wall heavily.

She didn’t even know what to do once Eris got here. What was she supposed to do? Growl at him and reject his presence even after wanting his warmth so much? No, that’d be impossible. That quiet part of her would lunge out of the cage she’d built for it and take over.

Mother, that quiet part of her must hate her. It’d been the part of her screaming every moment that Eris had been kind and shown a side of him that was different from the perfect heir of the Autumn Court. It was relentless when it screamed. Only practice kept it down and tethered. But if her mate came in here and freed her like she knew he would, she was utterly fucked when it came to resisting him a second time.

The first time, leaving him in the garden of the Forest House, was hard enough. To feel the emotions from him so near and the ones that screamed protect and the hope that had flickered in his eyes.

She wouldn’t be able to leave a second time. She hadn’t been able to after killing Beron. Now she was just as weak, but with a mating bond that made that quiet part of her louder and louder. It wanted to find him and be near him. Love him.

Cauldron, she did love Eris. She loved every bit of him. His eyes, his hair, his soul. She loved the way they were similar, even if it was so horrific because it meant that she could understand him and he could understand her. She loved the way he cared for his dogs. She loved the way he could talk about her favorite book with her. She loved the way they could banter with each other so freely and smile. Gods, that smile captured her attention and made her mind go blank in the best way. She wanted to see that smile more.

She was in love with fucking Eris Vanserra. Her mate.

“Kallias if you don’t tell me where the fuck she is, I’m going to burn you alive,” a voice filtered through her ice prison.

She jumped, immediately standing straight and straining through the little window Kallias had created to see that familiar face.

There was no escaping now.

She just had to accept it and deal with the consequences for leaving. She could do that… right?

“She’s down here, Eris. Chill out.”

“Was that a pun, Kallias? I don’t appreciate you joking about this,” Eris snarled.

“Just walk down the damn passage. Cauldron, can’t you just trust me?”

“Where are we even?”

“The location for the assassin society known as the Underworld. Apparently, the Shadow trained here. She was the one to kill the leaders though. Now, go look on the right wall, she’s in the ice.”

“Ice?” Eris’s voice sounded deadly calm. Lethal.

“You’re so fucking confusing,” Kallias groaned. “Just go, winnow out of here. I’m leaving.”

Eris didn’t reply, but Valda heard his footsteps coming closer and another set moving farther away.

Eris came out of the passageway and spotted her in that ice prison. His eyes went molten with rage and within seconds, fire licked at the ice, and it cracked. Then fell apart.

She remained where she was, sword now sheathed as she faced Eris down.

Eris looked at her as he stopped a few yards away.

Valda swallowed, almost nervously, before she finally cleared her throat to speak. “I’m sorry.”

Eris just ran forward at that and threw his arms around her, embracing her with his warmth.

Valda knew she would never escape now. She’d have to find another way to keep her terror at bay for his safety.

But for now? For now… she’d bask in this comfortable warmth now seeping into her bones. It made the frost bitten burn on her torso flare up, but she couldn’t care less. It was probably a good thing it was getting heat.

“I’m sorry,” she muttered again.

Eris pulled back briefly to look at her and then hugged her even closer. “You have nothing to apologize for. You are safe now.”

Safe. The word snagged in her brain and she let out a whimpering noise, burying her face into Eris’s neck.

“I’m sorry I ran,” she choked out.

“Shh…” Eris rubbed her back with one arm, keeping the other tightly across her lower back to keep her close. “I understand,” he whispered. “It’s okay to be scared.”

Her eyes widened at that. Eris had been feeling every godsdamned emotion since she left. Weaker than now, when it must be overwhelming, but he knew. He understood.

“You’re safe now,” Eris repeated. “Safe with me.” She nodded into his neck and let that little quiet part of her free. It basked in that warmth and that feeling of hope, love and safety. She cared, and that was okay. She was safe in his arms. She was his mate as much as he was hers. She loved him.

“Stay,” Eris whispered. “Stay with me.”

She would never say “can’t” to that question again. “Always,” she whispered back and pulled back just enough to press her lips to his.

He surged forward to press back and at that moment, she knew she couldn’t take it back. She swore silently that she would stay with him, always.

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I’ll be home for Christmas

Soap x f! reader

I don’t know what happened, but the original one either got accidentally deleted or I just never posted it! This is the first of the series. I’ll be home for Christmas. Enjoy

Warnings: none

John winced when he got the call from headquarters saying he would need to leave for duty on Tuesday, witch meant be on a flight to the shitty hell-hole of a place tomorrow. He hated being called at last moment. Being left out of the loop irked him to no end.

Soap looked over at the clock and noticed that his girlfriend would be home soon. She worked at a local pub by night in Sterling and her shift was nearing the end. Just as he was thinking about her his phone buzzed with a text. It was from (y/n). ‘Hey Johnny, I’ll be home in a bit on my way.’

John texted back ‘ok love. See you here.:)’ He noticed she called him Johnny not hunny or babe. She must be tired. He thought to himself as he got up to finish dinner. He hated having to leave her behind in such short notice.

The Cock-a-Leekie soup was almost finished when John heard keys outside jingle and the lock opening. (Y/n) came in on this chilly night.

“Brrrr. It’s cold out there” she shivered and hung her jacket on the peg by the door and was in the process of taking her wet shoes and socks off, when two arms snaked around her waist. “Aye mo leannan (yes my sweetheart). You’re cold aren’t ya?” His thick Scottish accent rolled off his tongue as he kissed her neck. A giggle could be heard from her lips “Already trying to flirt with me this late? “Lass if I was try’n to flirt with ya, I would’ve put more effort into it.” He gave a little nibble to her earlobe. (Y/n) smiled as she slipped on a pair of house slippers. “Something smells amazing. Are you making what I think your making?”

“Aye ghràdh (love).” Soap smiled as he dished out two plates.

“You really didn’t have to do that. It’s so late…” It was true. It was around 1:45am, but John didn’t matter. He knew he did not have much time with his Beloved. “No I don’t mind,” he smiled then his face dropped, “Also I got to tell you something.”

A frown formed on (y/n)’s face. “Let’s talk about it after dinner, ok?” John gave a quick nod and touched her cheek gently “tha gaol agam ort (I love you).”

A light blush formed over (y/n)’s face “I love you too”

Dinner was amazing and the two of them talked about (y/n)’s job and who was at the pub that night. John gave a slight snort when she was telling him about the idiot who kept flirting with her. “Did ye tell ‘em yur with meh?”

“Of course I did but you know how men are, he saw that as a challenge”

“Next time I’ll show him a real challenge” he huffed.

“No need. I took care of it quick.” She chuckled. “I got Bruce to start waiting on him.” The man Bruce, she was referring too, was a big hulking of a man and could scare anyone into submission if it came to one of his colleagues getting uneasy with a drunken idiot.

“Well at least he has been delt with.” John nodded. He was very happy that she could stand up in a fight. That’s one of the many things he loved about her.

“So…. What’s this bad news you have to dump on me?” (Y/n) asked already figuring it out but waiting for the confirmation.

“Lass I got called in for a mission… I know it’s bad timing.” So close to Christmas. It was both there favorite time of the year. It was going to be tough on them.

“Yeah really bad timing.” She bit her bottom lip trying not to let her tears fall. “I had made plans and everything too…oh well”

“Hey now mo aingeal milis (my sweet angel). Yer can still do those things, and the plan is to be home for Christmas… if all goes to plan tha’ is.” A simple touch to the shoulder almost sent (y/n) crying. She was a tough-ie but things that were very important to her still got to her. “I know…I just worry if you will be ok…if you will make it…”

“Aye Bonnie I promise ye I will com back home in one piece yeah?”

“Alive?” She asked

“Alive and well.” He chuckled. “Now go get ready fer bed. I’ll clean up and be there in a bit.”

She shook her head “I want to help…”

“Your tired. You’ve been working all night. Let me do this fer ya.”

“Fine.” (Y/n) trudged upstairs to their room and washroom were she took off her makeup and jewelry. She had worn the necklace and matching earrings that John had given her last year as an anniversary gift on Valentine’s Day.

She looked at herself in the mirror, tears still threatening to spill, a long night and now this? Pull yourself together girl. (Y/n) told herself but to no avail. When she made it to the bedroom to get changed for the evening, the thought of her boyfriend leaving her made the waterworks start as she burst out crying into her pillow, sobbing away. Perfect timing for Soap to walk in, catching sight of his overtired, crying girlfriend.

“Hey hey hey! What’s this Love?” Gently kneeling beside her side of the bed and placing a hand on her back.

“I’m sorry I must be tired, but the thought of you leaving for the holidays…” (Y/n)’s voice broke again as she tried to regain her composure.

“No don’t apologize, ghràdh (love). I wished I could have told you sooner.” He kissed her head gently. “I know this will be h’rd on both of us but we can work this out, yeah?” John got up and walked to his dresser to get on a pair of pants. He liked to sleep shirtless.

As soon as Soap opened the covers to get in, his girlfriend clung onto him. “Aye lass I got ye.” He chuckled and stroked her head. “I’ll wake ye up when I leave ok?” No reply just a nod into his chest. Softly, as if she would shatter in his arms, he hummed an old song and gently rubbed her back. This made (Y/n) break down and cry again. “I got ye let it out. Shhhhhh.” John murmured, now his own eyes betraying him as they stung with salty water threatening to hit his pillow and his girlfriend. He held (y/n) tightly, letting her cry to sleep, knowing that would be the best for her. Soon he was following in that pattern.

It was 6:30am when John began walking to the door with his sleepy girlfriend in tow, holding his arm. Soap opened the door, with his duffel bags in hand gave his (y/n) a kiss. “I’ll be back in a few weeks, you’ll see”

(y/n) nodded sadly. “Be safe out here ok? Kick there asses.”

He gave a small smile “I always do.”

John turned around to head for his car don’t turn back, dont fucking turn back. But he did and saw (y/n) standing there “fuck” he muttered a small choke. He dropped his bags and swiftly dashed back to her.

“Oh lass I am going to miss ye so so so much!” He was shaking. Trying to hold it in, trying to be the big tough Sargent he needed to be.

“It’s ok. You told me last night we got this, it’s not like we haven’t been in this same boat before. If we did it 100 times before we can do it one more time. I’ll be waiting here for you when you get back ok?” A smile laced with sadness stretched over (y/n)’s face.

He pulled himself up and nodded. She was right. With a final lasting kiss he went back to grab his bags once more and this time made it to the car without look back. Setting his stuff in the back seat, he then got into the front, starting the engine, and slowly driving out from the driveway. He could see her silhouette in the dim light coming from the living room as she stood outside watching him. Soap drove down the road towards the airport with one thought on his mind.

When I get back love, I’m going to ask you a question… I hope you say yes.

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