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Welcome to the library of @afsaana-e-ishq previously known as @ethereal-night-fairy. This blog is dedicated to archiving and reblogging fics I love. Fics will be categorized into different sections for easier access.
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Caleb X-02 doesn't have to use his evol on you. You're already on your knees.
Caleb X-02: "Lower..." smirks "Good girl. Now open wide. "
I drew this right before the domestic cooking banner where he dons an apron as well. It still lives rent free in my head, he's such a male wife
Hoping that someday we'll have this pose on glint snapshot with Caleb.
It’s been a long time since Caleb has come home to you crying, scissors in hand and regret obvious.
His keys are still in his hand as he pushes the apartment door open and the faint sound of her pacing greets him before she does.
She’s standing in the middle of the bathroom doorway, scissors dangling from her fingers like a guilty weapon, hair on the floor in sad little clumps. One side is an inch shorter than the other. The back looks like it lost a fight with a weed whacker. There’s a crooked swoop over her left ear that makes him want to laugh and cry at the same time.
As she looks up, her eyes are already glassy.
And just like that, years collapse into one heartbeat.
He’s 17 again, sitting on the edge of the bathtub while she sobs into his shirt, clutching those same damn scissors, bangs hacked to uneven stubs because she “wanted to look cool like the girls on TV.” He’d spent an hour fixing it with gran’s good comb, whispering “it’s okay, I got you” until she stopped hiccuping.
Now she’s twenty-something and still running to him the second something goes wrong with her hair.
He drops the keys on the counter, crosses the room in three strides, and kneels in front of her without a word.
Her lip wobbles. “I messed up.”
“Yeah,” he says, voice soft, already reaching for the scissors. “I can see that.”
She sniffles. “I was trying to do that cute wolf cut thing from TikTok.”
He bites the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. “I can see that too.”
He turns her gently toward the mirror, standing behind her, hands settling on her shoulders. Their eyes meet in the reflection, she’s pouting, unshed tears glistening and he looks at her steadily and reassuringly.
“Same as always, huh?” he murmurs, brushing a choppy strand behind her ear. “You freak out, you call me, I fix it.”
She nods, small and sheepish. “You’re the only one who’s ever been able to.”
He smiles. It’s slow, fond, the same smile he gave her when they were kids and the world felt too big.
“Sit,” he says, nudging her onto the closed toilet lid.
She obeys. He grabs the good scissors from the drawer (the ones he keeps sharpened just in case), combs his fingers through what’s left of her hair, and gets to work. He snips slowly, carefully, evening out the disaster with the patience of someone who’s done this a hundred times.
Every few cuts he pauses to kiss the crown of her head.
“Still cute,” he mutters after fixing the swoop. “Even when you butcher it.”
She snorts, a wet little laugh. “Liar.”
“Not lying.” Another kiss. “You could shave it all off and I’d still think you’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
And in all his learned skills as her personal hair stylist over the years, he’s finished in 10 minutes. Soft layers, a little messy in that intentional way, framing her face perfectly. He steps back, tilts her chin up, studies his work.
“There,” he says quietly. “All better.”
She turns to the mirror. Blinks. Touches the ends like she can’t believe it.
Then she spins around and buries her face in his chest, arms tight around his waist.
“Thank you,” she mumbles into his shirt.
He wraps her up, chin resting on her head, breathing her in.
“Anytime, trouble,” he whispers, kissing her hair. “You know I’ve got you.”
(And he always will.)
caleb‘s birthday present 🍎🍏
nsfw version here
Helping you fall asleep
Some long-promised Nikolai/Price for @ferindencadash and @fishofoak...⛓️💚
He's dealing with it. [full version]
school au
11/23 いい兄さんの日
Anyway,
"five minutes"
Ghoul, it's really fun to learn you're a part of a lotta different fandoms. It's like OOO the parent knows it too! It just makes me happy. Idk why, but it's like little easter eggs
I have been in fandom for a long time lol. I think my first OC was for Tokyo Mew Mew and Inu Yasha boasts my first fanfiction (I was in elementary school). I used to read manga under my desk in middle school and the first fanfic I read was an Aragorn/Legolas mpreg (didn't know what that was at the time lol) fic on livejournal. I fic jammed destiel fics with a friend my senior year of highschool, I drew johnlock angst, I went to watch parties for every Doctor Who episode that came out. I watched at least one Homestuck ascension in my high school art class on a friend's iphone... I have a lot of fandom under my belt, some more impactful than others (actually the most impactful was an rp site my friend and I built in middle school where we pretended to be elves and vampires)
Now Mr. Ghoul has me watching the Last of Us and I am waiting to see what the hype is. I played the game and it was fun so we shall see.
Tokyo mew mew was the very first anime I ever watched in my entire life! It's what got me into anime!
