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[patchworkcuddlebug]

Checking In

>hey is the doll thing real no shame if its just a roleplay thing but like im starting to see em in town more and i just wanna see whats up

>oh! uh hi! sorry i didn't check this earlier i don't get a lot of messages but uh, yeah, i'm becoming!

>holy shit no way

>you're uh, okay with that right?

>what yeah i wanna see what its like and stuff its a witch right

>oh, yes! dolls only really become through magic, and witches are the ones who control it. i went to her and asked

>wait you werent like kidnapped

>i just felt as if i what? oh, no, of course not! she said that there's no n sorry. Miss said that there's no need when so many are willing

>miss

>yeah, it's... the right way for a doll to address a witch i thought it might be a context thing but. guess not!

>oh damn so you just cant control it

>well not exactly? i can hold it back but it feels... bad lt's a little like trying not to blink if i want to, i can just call her "the witch" but it doesn't feel lkie somethig n i should be sdoing Miss. she is my Miss ugh yeah that's already such a relief like, i felt myself shiver from the tension leaving my body

>holy shit so shes just mind controlling you?

>no, not really!

>why would you want her to do that

>it's more unconscious i think? like it's not about her replacing my thoughts with her own it just feels a little less natural to think certain things

>thats mind control

>and it's all for the sake well uh... in a literal way i guess she's technically co Miss is technically controlling my mind but it's i dunno, nice? sorry it's just a personal thing i'm not sure if I can really get into it

>oh cmon you gotta tell me more obey me or whatever your a doll

>right, of course

>theres no fucking way that actually worked

>please stop you're making me blush... but! um, yeah, i just... don't want to be a person anymore. honestly i don't think I ever was one i always felt so lost even if i had so much guidance like i was just supposed to BE something i'm not like it wasn't enough to just do what i was told, i had to change who i was always fuc always messing up and always being insufficient in a way that had to be corrected

>wait wait wait you cant sayh fuck

>so having Miss there to take away the um ...it's inappropriate

>yeah thats the point

>good dolls are meant to be polite

>im actually losing my shit right now is it supposed to be that bad

>i uh

>cuz i swear ive heard dolls say fuck does it like get worse

>it starts pretty small, and then it gets more intense day by day i could try to be rude but it would just make me feel gross not that being a human is gross or anything

>i promise i wasnt thinking that

>i'm still kind of resisting and everything after all i mean, being a doll sounds nice, i want to be one! but. this is the last time i'm going to be human (i think? you know how witches are) so i guess i just want to... savour this

>huh really yeah i guess i get it itd fuck me up if i got all my organs removed and shit

>oh um, if its okay for me to ask, why do people always bring that up? there's a lot to being a doll being just the organ stuff *beyond so it's kinda weird i keep seeing it come up

>its weird dude no offense like your gonna be porclin or plastic or whatever like im fine with it but its still weird to imagine

>yeah, i... guess it is a little striking? and it's the most outwardly obvious change so uh, i guess it makes sense people are usually attached to their insides, and stuff interoception, right?

>so whens it gonna happen

>uh, when's what going to happen?

>whens your body change

>sorry if that came out wrong i uh i'm... not sure, really Miss says it takes a while for everything to shift into place. and it's hard to know specifics from doll to doll but it'll probably take a little longer than the mental changes.

>the mind control

>she says i still ne yes, the mind control Miss says i need to be careful with tea. i'll crave it much more but my body can't survive off of it alone so i need to be careful with my food, and stuff

>cant she just command you to eat or whatever

>yes! Miss has done just that that's why i'm being so careful because good dolls are obedient and this one is a good doll

>woah uh right ok hey theres something i gotta do so thanks for talking to me and stuff

>oh of course! have a nice day ^^

. . . . .

>Hello! It's been a while since we've talked, how have you been?

>wait are you that doll

>Yes, this one is the doll you talked with a few months ago.

>holy shit no way theres no way it happenes that fast is that you in your pfp

>Yes! This one is on the left, next to Miss.

>yeah the doll i got that holy shit dude youre just a. fucking doll now what

>This one is a doll! Awawa! Would you like to talk more about dollhood? This one would love to answer questions for you!

>yeah im fine i think glad to hear about your whole thing have fun

>Oh, okay! Have a good day! Don't be afraid to reach out again if there's anything else you'd like to talk about!

. . . . .

>Hello again! Sorry it's been a while, this one has been a little busy with its chores. How are you?

. . . . .

>This one saw your last picture! Your partner seems very nice.

. . . . .

>Alright, you seem pretty busy. Be sure to reach out if you have a spare moment, this one would love to hear from you again!

[ariasfics4uu]

Hello! I'd like to request a fanfic featuring Luke Castellan and a reader. In it, he falls in love with a mortal who acts in the series "House of the Dragon," or, if you prefer, you can choose another series!

Could the story take place a month after the events of the second season? Luke surrenders and manages to free himself from Kronos. Then, he escapes and ends up meeting the reader some time later.

(Sorry if it's confusing 😕)

IS THIS REALLY ACTING?

Luke Castellan x actor!reader

notes: yess of course! thank you for the request! I actually really love this idea and i’m so happy to write it! also sorry it took so long, i’ve had so much to do with school and sports, hope you love it 💕

warnings/content: fluff!!

word count: 1.7k

masterlist:

divider by: @cursed-carmine

He ended up in a small coffee shop, drawn in by the smell of baked goods and something about the warmth inside. People laughed and talked quietly, and for the first time in weeks, Luke could almost breathe. He ordered a black coffee, forgetting how strange it felt to handle money and wait for a cup of something simple.

That’s when he saw you. You were sitting at a table near the window, scrolling on your phone, laughing softly at something on the screen. He froze without realizing it, mesmerized by the way you seemed completely absorbed in the moment, grounded while the rest of the world rushed by.

He sat at a corner table, pretending to read the cover of a book he didn’t recognize, but his eyes kept drifting to you. You noticed eventually. You looked up and caught him staring. Instead of looking annoyed, you smiled politely, and for a second, he felt something warm and strange in his chest. It was like safety, but also excitement, a combination he hadn’t felt in a long time.

He worked up the nerve to speak. “Hey, uh, do you come here often?”

You laughed softly, a sound that made him want to hear it again. “Not really. First time, actually. You?”

“First time too,” he admitted. His voice sounded strange to him, softer than he thought it should be.

You studied him for a second. There was something in his eyes, a careful curiosity, and it made your heart twitch. “Cool.” she gives him her name then asks for his in return.

“Luke,” he said, repeating it like he wanted to make sure you remembered it.

After that, meeting each other felt natural. Luke showed up the next day, and then the day after, until it didn’t feel awkward anymore. He didn’t talk about Kronos, or the Titans, or anything that made him sound dangerous. You didn’t ask either, and that was exactly what he needed. You shared little details about your life as an actor, what it was like filming, the fun parts and the stressful parts. Luke listened. He liked listening.

A week later, you suggested getting out of the coffee shop. “Let’s go to the park. Just a walk. No pressure.”

He hesitated. He wasn’t used to normal. But then he remembered that feeling from the first time you smiled at him and how it had stayed in his chest all week. “Okay,” he said finally.

The park was small but beautiful. The sun was high, and there were kids running around, dogs chasing balls, and couples on benches. You walked side by side, shoulders almost touching. You talked about movies you liked and small silly things that had happened on set. He laughed more than he had in months.

You bought ice cream from a stand on the corner. You got a cone with sprinkles. Luke wasn’t sure what to get, so he chose chocolate. It was simple and messy, and he liked it. You laughed when he got a little on his hand.

“Here,” you said, handing him a napkin. “Don’t let it ruin your new jacket.”

“I don’t think it will,” he said. “But thanks.”

You walked a little farther, finding a bench overlooking a small pond. You sat down. Luke followed, sitting close but not too close. When he reached for his ice cream, his hand brushed against yours. Neither of you pulled away.

“I like this,” you said quietly, looking out at the water.

“What do you like?” Luke asked.

“This. Just being outside. Not thinking about anything else for a while.”

Luke nodded. “I get that.”

You turned to him with a small smile. “Are you always this quiet?”

“Depends,” he admitted. “I talk when it matters.”

You chuckled softly. “Good answer.”

There was a quiet moment where they just sat together, watching ducks and people pass by. Luke realized that he had been waiting for something like this for a long time, though he didn’t know it until now. You made the world feel safe again. You made him feel like maybe he could belong somewhere.

“You’re going to have to teach me how to be normal,” he said, half joking.

“Don’t worry,” you said. “I’m not exactly an expert either.”

He laughed, a short, relieved sound. “Good to know I’m in good company.”

When the sun began to set, you got up and stretched. “I should probably head back.”

Luke nodded, trying not to think about how much he didn’t want the day to end. “Yeah. I’ll walk with you.”

You left the park slowly, side by side. Your arms brushed once more, just lightly, and it felt like a promise. Neither of you spoke much, but it didn’t matter. Luke felt the same warmth in his chest that he had when he first saw you in the coffee shop.

When you reached the edge of your street, you stopped. “Do you want to meet up tomorrow?”

Luke looked at you, studying your face as if trying to memorize it. “Yeah,” he said, a little shyly. “If that’s okay.”

“It’s more than okay,” you said with a grin.

Luke smiled back, feeling something he hadn’t in a long time. Maybe it was happiness. Maybe it was hope. But whatever it was, it stayed with him as he walked back into the quiet of his apartment.

For the first time since escaping Kronos, Luke didn’t feel like he was drifting. He had somewhere to go, someone to see. And that felt… right.

The next day, he showed up at the coffee shop again. You were already there, smiling when you saw him. And for the first time, Luke didn’t feel afraid of being normal. He just felt like he belonged.

[surielstea]

Words on Paper

Based on this request.

Pairing: Azriel x Fem!Reader

Summary: Azriel’s jealous over a male in your book and it’s hilarious.

Warnings: Just fluff, short Drabble :)

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You and Nesta hadn't shut up about the men in your books all morning. The new Sellyn Drake novel had come out less than a week ago and the both of you couldn't stop raving about it, you swore you had dreams about the characters, and when you weren't caught up in the plot you were analyzing the characters, the male love interest specifically who Nesta and you were all but frothing at the mouth over.

"I need him, unfortunately," Nesta sighed, looking over to me as we held our planks. Valkyrie training seemed to go a lot faster when the both of you got the chance to debrief over chapters and share what you were passionate about, Cassian didn't seem to care as long as we stayed on task and kept up with the movements.

The exercises had become second nature to the both of you, sure it wasn't as mindless as breathing but after it's been part of your routine for weeks it truly does come naturally, like a second language that only the two of you can speak.

Azriel was slow to insanity at this point. He couldn't seem to adjust to the idea of you taking interest in anyone but him. With Mates, the rule is that if the bond is accepted then there's no one else for that person, intertwined by fate.

So why was he so irritated when you rambled too long about a guy from a book?

"Are you two working out your mouths too?" Azriel stands above you, arms crossed over his chest. Slowly, you look up at him with a wide grin. "Sorry, sir," you tease. Nesta shakes her head in exasperation and you giggle.

It took one minute of silence until Nesta and you were whispering amongst each other again.

Azriel seems to have given up days ago, his eyes narrowed at you from across the sparring mats, Cassian next to him as they drink their waters.

“Doesn’t it bother you?” Azriel asks his brother, continuing to stare at both of their mates. “Does what?” Cassian turned to him with an arched brow. “That they’re so obsessed with those men from their little smut novels,” Azriel mutters and Cassian nearly laughs at the death glare the Shadow Singer was saving for the fictional male, who as of late was threatening to take his wife away.

“It’s just words on paper,” Cass shrugs, bending down to place his water on the ground. “I know but, the idea of her wanting anyone else gets under my skin,” Azriel argues and this time Cassian does laugh, it was so odd to see the revered Spymaster so torn up about some guy, who wasn’t even real. “What’re you jealous of him?” Cassian scoffs through his laughter. Azriel rolls his eyes and puts his water down. “Whatever, just don’t come crying when you can’t satisfy Nesta anymore,” He grumbled.

“I doubt that day will come,” Nesta hums from behind the Shadow Singer. He knew she was there, you with her, but he needed to get his point across. “Hey hun, you ready to go?” You dip under his arm, placing a hand on his bare chest. He only nodded in reply.

“Hey, remember what I said, it’s just words Az,” Cassian said before you got the chance to winnow him away, he nodded once more then you took him home.

You didn’t want to know what the General was going on about, you could tell from training Azriel was a little irritated but you couldn’t remember doing anything to irk him.

“You gonna tell me what’s wrong or just keep pouting like a baby?” You ask and he scowls down at you. You smile, hands coming to his jaw and pressing a soft kiss to his lips, he barely has time to reciprocate it before you’re pulling away.

“What’s got you so tense?” You smush his cheeks together and he just stares at you in reply, so you begin to guess. “Something Cass did?” You ask and he shakes his head no. “Something I did?” He doesn’t move and you deflate, flinging your arms over his shoulders and melting into him. “Can’t you just tell me what’s wrong, please?” You sigh into his neck, already admitting defeat. “Do you like him more than me?” He blurts and you stiffen, pulling away to look up at him confused. “Like who?” You utter. “The guy in your stupid book,” He grumbled and you openly cackled before slapping a hand over your lips. “It’s not funny,” He groans backing away from your touch and plopping down onto the sofa, where he could sulk in peace. “I know, I’m sorry Az,” You say, taking deep breaths to control your giggles. “I’m just saying, what does he have that I don’t?” He frowns and you walk over to him, sprawling over his lap and straddling his hips. “Perhaps a control on his emotions?” You tease and he grumbles beneath his breath like a child, looking away from you.

It was true that Azriel was quite explosive. One would think he’d be less reactive as the Spymaster and yet he might’ve been the quickest to action out of all the inner circle. It was a weakness, something he was working on. It was rude of you to point it out but you make up for it by peppering a line of loving kisses up the side of his face.

“I love you, okay? Only you,” You reassure. “Those men, they’re meant to be thirsted over, you understand that don’t you?” You ask and the male nods. “I just don’t want you wanting anyone else,” He looks at me and my grin widens. “Awh, Az,” You wrap your arms around him and squeeze him tight. “I’m all yours, don’t worry,” You muffle into his neck. “Yeah? All mine?” He asks and you nod rapidly before saying, “Promise,”

“Now stop acting like a big baby,” you pull away from the hug and hold his face in your hands. “I’m gonna go bathe, you gonna keep moping out here or do you wanna join me?” You tease. He doesn’t answer and instead picks you up from where you sit and walks you straight to the bathing chambers.

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[apersonbutbread]

Tfw You’re in too Deep

“Look, the thing about Benny was he knew when to quit. It might not seem like it, with how much he gambled, but he did.

He knew when to stop flirting if someone was uninterested, he knew how long to stay at a party before the cops were called, and he knew enough of the difference between someone looking for a sneaky blowjob and someone looking for a kidnapping victim to run the other way. Most importantly, he knew what to avoid so he could stay free.

At least he thought he did.”

-

Benny realizing he’s in love

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[mercators-ghost]

The ways we got here

A “Phoenix Wright Ace Attorney” fanfic

Relationships: Miles Edgeworth/Pheonex Wright

(1/1 chapters, 1,150 words.)

Summary:

Miles found himself gazing fondly down at Phoenix, he felt that fuzzy warm feeling in his stomach, like little butterflies dancing in his chest… hmm he wondered if he should get that checked out. Probably.

Or: fluffy Wrightworth I wrote in biology instead of paying attention.

It was a warm day out, beautiful really. Birds chirped and cars rushed past as he made his way to the small coffee shop wright had insisted they go to. As he stood in front of the cafe named, “Cupa Cloud” he looked at the bricks on the exterior, white paint chipping off. A large window with several plants displayed gave the small cafe a welcoming presence. He decided to stop stalling, and he finally stepped into the shop. It was shockingly quiet compared to the Starbucks that his sister sometimes dragged him to, and the design was… not his taste, with chipping paint and chairs that didn’t match set around every table.

“Miles!” ‘Oh, right.’ Miles thought, walking over to Write. They had given each other permission to use first names.

“Hello Wright.” He said, as he sat on a worn wooden chair across from Wright.

“I told you that you could call me Phoenix you know! Of course that is only if you want to-“

“Of course… Phoenix.” Miles huffed at his friend. He immediately found the decision to use the others first name to be the right one, as Phoenix broke out into a bright grin.

Just then, a college age girl came over and set 2 cups on the table in front of them. “If you need anything else, please feel free to ask!” she says before walking away.

“Oh!” Wri- no, Phoenix said. “I ordered lavender-chamomile tea for you, and a mint steamer for myself.” Phoenix pushed a wonderfully smelling cup toward miles, and pulled his own cup of steaming hot milk toward himself.

“Isn’t it a bit warm to be getting that drink?” Miles asked wright.

“You’re drinking warm tea! Besides, a warm cup of mint flavored milk never goes out of season.” Phoenix said defensively.

“I suppose that’s fair.”

The rest of the little outing went well, Miles savored his tea until it ultimately became time to leave. When later questioned why he asked Phoenix if he would like to meet up at his place to drink tea, and watch Signal Samurai in a week, he would claim it was a mindless spur of the moment decision. And while, that may hold some truth, the main reason was the nearly intoxicating warm feeling he felt around Phoenix. He had never felt this way for someone, and that scared him, but he really didn’t care when he was with Phoenix. It was like the world around them faded and they fell into their own world.

They met up every Thursday night, unless of course, if there was a big case that overlapped. They met at Miles’s place to watch Signal Samurai, and have tea. On more than one occasion, the night ended in someone dozing off on the other’s shoulder, or both men cuddled up closer than Miles would like to admit.

That brings Miles back to his current predicament, Phoenix was sound asleep on his shoulder. Now, normally this really wouldn’t be a problem, but he had paused the show when he found Phoenix asleep, and now he was left alone with his thoughts. Miles carefully attempted to move the spiky haired man, only for Phoenix to wrap his arms around Miles’s waist and rest his head on the prosecutor’s lap. ‘Well shit.’ Edgeworth thought, already resigned to stay in this position for a while.

After a few minutes, Miles found himself gazing down at Phoenix, and resisting the urge to run his hands through the other man’s hair. That would be most unprofessional, of course. He felt that fuzzy warm feeling in his stomach, like little butterflies dancing in his chest… hmm he wondered if he should get that checked out. That probably wasn’t a normal feeling. He sighed, giving into the urge to run his hands through his “friend’s” hair. After all, no one was there to know and Wright surely wouldn’t wake any time soon after the long day he’d had.

Suddenly, completely unbidden, a frankly embarrassing and traitorous thought appeared in his mind. ‘Phoenix is rather cute.’ Why had he thought that? His friend was not cute. Not that he wasn’t attractive or anything, it’s just he didn’t think of his friend in that way!

…

Right?

…

Oh fuck.

No. He couldn’t like Phoenix like that! That would be completely unprofessional and… Phoenix shifted in his sleep, unaware of the mental war Miles was currently having. As he looked at Phoenix, he found himself realizing that he really didn’t care if it was “unprofessional.” After a few minutes of careful consideration, he sighed and decided that it would be utterly pointless to ignore the fact he fancied Phoenix.

No, fancied is too light of a word. Miles then promptly came to another earth shattering revelation. He was completely and utterly head over heels in love for his best friend.

Fuck.

Miles then, promptly trying to figure out how the hell he even got here, sat there for what felt like hours thinking, whilst absently running his fingers through Phoenix’s now messy hair.

Suddenly, something shocked him out of his thoughts, the man on his lap spoke. “Mmmh miles…?”

“Hello Wright.” Miles said, nervously.

Phoenix laughed tiredly, “you can call me Phoenix you know..”

“Mhm of course, Wright.” Miles spoke, slightly reluctant to speak his friend’s first name after his revolution, not wanting to make Phoenix feel uncomfortable if he found out about Miles’s… unnecessary feelings.

Phoenix grumbled, getting out of his lap and sitting next to miles. Suddenly, without thinking, Miles blurted out “Phoenix wright, I am in love with you.”

Phoenix promptly turned bright red and spluttered indignantly. Miles thought this the right time to speak as he nervously said “I understand if you don’t feel the same way, as this is probably quite unpro-“ suddenly something warm pressed against his lips.

Oh. Phoenix was kissing him

Oh.

Then, all too soon, Phoenix pulled back, his face still flushed. “Miles, I have to admit, I have been utterly head over heels for you since the 4th grade. Also was that ok? I’m sorry I kissed you it was kinda a heat of the moment decision, and-“

Miles, deciding to return the favor, kissed Phoenix lightly before pulling away and stating “Phoenix, it is perfectly fine.”

“Oh- I wow. Ok.” Phoenix stuttered.

Miles decided, in that moment, that maybe he was grateful for all the events that had led up to this. Maybe.

…

(Definitely.)

Notes:

I wrote this when I was like 14 and thought I would post it over here now that I’ve officially made a blog dedicated to writing fanfics. I’ve been playing AA since I was about 6 years old, and I’ll be honest, Maya was in fact my lesbian awakening. (Ps I’m really sorry about any errors 14 year old me made, I am dyslexic. That being said, feel free to give constructive criticism in the comments 😁)

(Cross posted to Ao3)

[chilicia]

May 12 (CWMCC 2026)

Prompt: Paper/Thread

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Character: Varka, Lohen

Rating: M/M, wholesome, fluffy, happens in Favonius HQ, 1k words, established relationship maybe(author's kinda on the fence but it works both ways tbh)

Summary: Varka got a surprise at his door. A letter, and a very very long red string. Who would ever leave this for him, he wonder. And so he followed the trail to seek the answer.

A well wrapped letter patched onto the Grandmaster's door. Neat, wellkept, tidy. Rolled up without a crease in sight as if ironed before it's sent, even decorated with a blue ribbon to sprinkle a bit of beauty onto the plain whites. He's impressed by the meticuous detail being flattened into a pristine presentation. Why was he impressed? Because seeing the name 'Lohen' attached to it what's make him disbelief.

Even to go so far as to write in loopy, wavy calligraphy rather than the rough, edged handwriting, something is defintiely not right. First thing he thought of is an impostor trying to lure him somewhere. With a red thread trailing along the hallways and all over the places, it's luring Varka to follow the mystery and uncover them. But once he's reached the end and caught off guard perhaps that'll be where they strike. Could be just another trick from the rascal, bribing Kaeya with some high class wine to forge some fancy lines with a trap waiting for him to fall in. However way it'll go, he can go through them with ease.

Each steps he take lead him to the things tied within the red lines. He walks and walks with a heart anticipating a surprise ambush, sneaking an attack from his blindspot. But nothing as threatening came. Only a heartwarming gesture is arranged along the way.

First it was Jean. He tried to run at first, thinking another mountainous papers are going to lock him behind the doors overnight again. Though she simply greets him as she offers to handle the work this time. Then she meets Lisa who offers him a nice cup of tea, saying how it's been requested by a certain 'kindhearted' gentleman to give. Varka almost spit out the good beverage out of hilarity, but he's courteous enough to not waste it and gulps it down. Although, it did give him a round bout of coughs that echoes in the headquarters.

Klee is also along the thread, saying something about a surprise waiting at the end for him. Giggly laughs was attempted to be held back inside her cheeks, but the sound eventually make their escape among the tiniest gaps. Varka tries to pry it from her what it was. He failed, and now he's haunted by the possibility of Klee's bomb being involved in this. His unsettlted nerves calm down once he met with Noelle, who has fixed him a nice blanket for the next time he goes on an expedition. Even Razor is here to give him something, and it's a homemade hashbrown that he puts a lot of effort in to learn. With shaped paws and savory sauce to complete the meal, he enjoys them together with the young one.

So far nothing has been troubling. It's actually pretty nice. Just hanging around familiar company, indulging in the warmth of a peaceful hour. It's somehow make him even more suspicious. Because under this tranquil silence, an unpredictable chaos is sure to brew underneath. Especially if it involves their 5th Company Vice Captain.

He finally reaches the end of the thread and its tied to the rooftop door. The Grandmaster takes a few breath to relief himself of any anxiety. Once a few sighs have let loose into the air does he twists the doorknob open. What he sees make his jaw almost dropped. His eyes expand, surprise as it perceiving the scene in full.

There awaited Lohen with his back presented at first. The moment he noticed Varka's presence, he turned around with a bouquet in hand. He looks exceptionally…beautiful. The wind blows his hair just at the right speed, allowing it to flow so softly and gentle in its drift. The sun hits his eyes at the right angle, giving it a shine that was never there. His smile seems so mellow, almost like the dandelion has soften it. He was mesmerized by the sight that he froze the moment his eyes met his. Varka felt his heart is pumped full. He felt like it could burst. He was undefyingly capivating.

Varka lets out a smile, huffing an embarrassed sigh as his cheeks slightly turned pink. He approached Lohen slowly, "You know, I didn't expect you to be a roman-TIC?!"

His leg was snatched by a rope, tighten around his ankle and pulled upward hanging him upside down. It was so quick his head is swirling from the swift motion. Frustration soon engulfs him. So it was a prank after all. Seeing Lohen bursts into laughter, he can feel his heart sombers an unexplainable sadness. Does he actually want Lohen to be romantic? He knows it's not in the guy's code to be so tender. This mischief is much more expected out of him. Still, it won't be that bad to get some gentleness once in a blue moon.

Though it seems Lohen isn't in any short of surprise. Despite Varka's demand to be put down, it was ignored. Any instruction or orders from him is disregard like it didn't just come from their most influential figure in the Knights. Lohen closing their distance with leisure strut. His face looks blank. Varka can't read him at all. The tension is crushing him. What is he going to do now?

In under a minute, he feels his lips soften by another's. He feels a shared warmth in the contact. It's like time has stopped for how long it felt. A tremor shaken his heart awake of the same fullness he felt before, but this time it has exploded. Varka's entire body fuzz into a melting warm. He was surprised for sure, but he's too delighted by this turn of event to care about other emotions.

Lohen doesn't say anything. Just a smile once it's over and he walks away. But Varka can't forget what he saw. How red his ears were. How much he tried to hold the blushes in. How his eyes pulling him like the black hole of the Abyss. Recognizing what it was, he quickly free himself from the contraption at the cost of his head having a bump. He needs to catch up to Lohen before he escape. He will get that answer no matter what!

(honestly, these two came into mind when i saw the prompt. idk why lol. maybe bcos paper=letters(varka) to me and then obviously thread=red string of fate for that extra romance flair asdfghjsk)

[purrgilpawkins]

Shrinkage

Summary: Doc accidentally shoots Marty with his Shrink Ray. (Also available on AO3)

Pairings: Doc Brown & Marty McFly

Notable tags: humor, dubious science

"Hey, Doc—whoa!" The last thing Marty expected to see walking into Doc's garage was him holding up a gun.

Doc snapped toward Marty's direction at his entrance, now pointing the gun directly at Marty. A bright red light crossed Marty's vision and he squinted as he instinctively raised his hands up.

"Marty?" Doc called, putting the gun down as fast as he had shifted targets.

"Doc?" Marty responded, raising a brow, hands still in the air. Doc rushed over to his unintentional captor and grabbed Marty by the shoulders.

"You're just in time, Marty! I was just about to test out my new Shrink Ray!"

Marty blinked, still trying to get the spots out of his vision. "Shrink Ray?"

Doc jostled Marty excitedly, forcing the boy to grab onto Doc's biceps to keep his balance. "Yes, yes! Come see!"

Doc wrapped his arm around Marty's shoulders and urged him to the center of the garage, where Marty now saw what Doc was originally aiming at: an empty soup can resting atop several miscellaneous stacked items.

"I thought it was getting a little tight in here, so what better way to make space than make everything smaller? Observe." Doc raised his "Shrink Ray" once more and aimed it at the can. This close to it, Marty could see that the gun in question was actually just some kids toy, looking more like a weapon seen on Star Trek than Miami Vice. The only stand out details being the various colored wires wrapped all around the thing.

Once the red laser settled on the can, Doc fired and Marty jumped at the red ray of light that sent the can flying from it's position, followed by the metallic sound of it bouncing around the garage. Doc rushed over to it excitedly and let out a laugh that could only come from a crazed scientist as he picked it up. Holding the can up as high as Doc could, Marty saw that it had, in fact, shrunk.

"Whoa, Doc! That's crazy!" Marty exclaimed, running over to Doc to check out the shrinkified can up close.

"Crazy genius, I know!" Doc said, some smugness in his tone. "Now go back, quickly. The test isn't over yet!"

Doc placed the can back on it's spot and they both rushed back to their position. Doc leveled the gun at the can once more and when the laser landed on it, he fired again. The can was once again sent flying and this time the both of them made it over to the can before it had finished it's bouncing. Doc picked it up yet again only to reveal that it was the same size it had been originally.

"Doc, Doc this is incredible!" Marty said, running his hands through his hair excitedly. Doc tossed the can to him and Marty just barely caught, eyeing it down like it was a brand new guitar.

"Thank you, Marty! I'm rather pleased myself." Doc started, proceeding to fiddle with the Shrink Ray in his hands. "It was an easy little contraption to make. Each wire contributes to the altering of atoms to feasibly make the item in question react appropriately to the sudden change in the density of its matter! I just flip this switch here," he gestured to tiny little lever on the side of the gun, "and everything is appropriately powered to cause the shrink! Now, to get to the real issue at hand, cleaning!"

Marty tossed the can back and forth between his hands as Doc moved to rearrage the stack of items that held up the can previously. On his way over, Doc tripped.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion as Doc fell to the floor. The Shrink Ray flying from his hands. Marty to tossing the can to the ground to rush over to Doc and make sure he's okay. The Shrink Ray hitting the ground and Marty being briefly blinded by a flash of red light before a beam fired from the Ray, shooting past Doc's head and landing straight into Marty's chest.

Doc hit the floor at the same as hit Marty was flung back, hitting the couch in the middle of the room and knocking it on it's back as he made his landing. Doc, ignoring his bruised elbows, quickly gathered himself upwards and ran in the direction his friend went flying.

"Marty!" He yelped. "Marty, are you alright?!"

Doc heard Marty groan before he reached the other side of the upturned couch. Once on the other side, Doc saw…

Marty. Normal sized.

Doc was briefly stunned at the sight before he came back to himself and reached down to help Marty up. "Are you hurt? How do you feel?"

Marty let Doc raise him to a sitting position and leaned back into the hand against his back when he was upright. "I don't think so. I'm definitely gonna be sore tomorrow but I don't think anything's broken."

Doc gently moved the hand on Marty's back to the top of his head and brought up his other head to stretch Marty's eyes wide open. Marty blinked rapidly at the intrusion when Doc was done and before he could ask, Doc stated, "Pupils look alright, so you probably didn't hit your head. You sure you're alright?"

"Yeah, Doc, I'm sure," Marty responded, teenage sass etching into his tone.

The attitude seemed to reassure Doc and he ruffled Marty's hair before bringing his hand up to cup his chin. "Interesting that the Shrink Ray seemed to have no effect on you."

"I wouldn't say no effect," Marty muttered as he slowly began to stand. Doc jumped up much quicker than him.

"It must be size! The Shrink Ray works by shrinking something of regular size and reverting it back to it's regular size if shot a second time. But if something is already too small, yes, if something is too small for it's usual size then it must not be able to shrink it! Fascinating!"

Marty dusted himself off during Doc's musings but came to a stop as he processed some of what he said. "'Too small'? Wait, Doc, what you do you mean 'too small'?"

"Hold that thought, Marty! Maybe I should run some more tests before I start using it too much…" Doc walked off to where the Shrink Ray laid on the ground, muttering to himself all the while. Marty still stood in the same spot.

"Yeah but Doc, what do you mean 'too small for it's usual size'? Doc? Doc?"

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Scattered Scars - chap1

cuts and scabs.

whump, hurt/comfrot, fix it (kinda, not really), Implied Ftm Sean Cassidy, Family issues, self-esteem issues, scars, brief mention of selfharm. childhood memories word count: 962

Scars.

Tissue that replaces the normal skin after an injury, something that grows back but never functions the same. There are hundreds of ways to get them, maybe a simple paper cut, accidentally cutting yourself while cooking, or maybe undergoing surgery.

Sean himself was no stranger to scars.

When he was 8, back in his hometown, County Mayo, he was running down the road playing with friends when he tripped on a rock, causing him to stumble and fall on his face, not only that, but also scrapping his knee as well. He limped back home, tears streaking his little face, lip quivering, dress dirty. He went right around the house and straight to their garden to find his mom to help him. When his mother spotted him with the bloody knee, she ran over to him, kneeling.

"A leanbh.. what happened?" she gasped quietly.

Sure, Sean was an accident-prone kid, but she never reacted any less. Sean sniffled as he tried explaining himself, "I-I w-wass running- an...and then I fell- and" -he started to cry hysterically again.

His mother cooed softly, "Why don't we go inside and clean you up, okay?" She picked him up and walked into their home.

His mother placed him onto the sink counter, moving around slightly to gather the different materials. Some aseptic soap, antiseptic solution, and a couple of band-aids; as she gently cleaned his wound, Sean clung to her arm, the sting of the disinfectant making him wriggle in discomfort and unease. When the scrape had healed, it left a small patch of paler scar tissue.

When Sean was in year 1 of secondary school, he was an absolute nervous wreck studying for his exams. Although they didn't matter much realistically for his future, he studied and studied, spending countless hours on his work, reciting notes, rewriting them, and going over old spreadsheets. Throughout the whole thing, he would pick at his skin anxiously, barely aware of what he was doing, so focused on getting good marks. He would scratch until his skin had peeled. It made Sean slightly woozy every time he found himself doing it again and again; it wasn't something he could control, and he didn't want to come off as someone who'd harm themselves on purpose- because well, he wasn't for the most part.

At first, he didn't bother covering it; he was fine wearing his regular short sleeves, the splodges and flecks of scabs covering the underside of his forearm. They always left these angry red marks that turned into scars, which would also inevitably fade over time. Plenty of children had picked on him for the scabs and scars, but he didn't pay mind to any of the remarks, hes always been a bit of an outcast or the “weird girl”. Too much of a tomboy or too odd, maybe a little too underdeveloped and a little too tall for their taste. What really turned him to shame was the day he was lounging in his home's living room, drawing leisurely. When suddenly a hand roughly gripped his arm,

"The hell is this?" Sean's uncle grunted out.

Great, this is just what he needed... Sean's uncle was what you would call a crude man; he was rude and disloyal in everything he did. Sean and his parents had been staying at his home since they had lost their own, his parents both being unsurprisingly hit with unemployment.

"!- Did you hear me? I said, What. Is. This?" the man repeated himself. Sean tensed and let out a curt sigh.

"It's nothin”. He mumbled, trying to pull his wrist back from the harsh grip. His uncle made a sound of disgust. Sean's chest felt tight; he could feel his jarring gaze from above.

"Go cover it up, ya' look like a freak," he said as he finally let go of Sean's wrist. Courtly walking off to do god knows what. Probably bother some pub in town.

After that incident, Sean wanted to get worse, out of pure spite- cover himself in unbearable mounts of markings but he knew it was irrational and that his uncle couldn't care less of what the hell he was doing. so instead Sean would wear long sleeves to avoid any more confrontations, which worked most of the time, unless- His uncle wanted to be an ass and mock the young kid whenever he would remember the stupid marks. Other than that, the sleeves became somewhat practical, an out of sight out of, out-of-mind deal. He only picked at his arms occasionally when his mind was being too much, and fingers would accidentally linger too far under the sleeve, or whenever he’d stay up way longer than he should’ve.

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Nowadays, none of it- none of those mattered; they were barely visible, if not gone and so was the old him. The scars that did remain were the ones he had gotten during the Trask experiments. He was well aware they would most likely never fully disappear. Sean's scars weren't one of those pretty scars that didn't do a thing, not a slash at his brow or a gash at his cheek; his were freakish.. And deep, he had scars that went from his lips to his ears, one across his neck and forehead, and a big autopsy scar when they sliced him open with little to no care. These scars are the only thing he still holds from that period of honest to god torture; he was so out of it the whole time. The others try to get him to talk about his experience. Hell, just think of it. But he won't. There's nothing his teammates or friends could do to remember; why would he want to remember? It was better left alone..