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Sunspell Writing WIP
This'll be a thing for my ao3 (not sure if main or shipping one yet) but I wanted to give a sneak peak lol :3c
AO3 link: streamer au series
Because AO3 isn't for posting about headcanons and stuff, I decided to put this info post here (since the au I'm talking about here--my streamer au--contains shipping) and maybe link it on AO3.
There's not really a set timeline to any of the stories in this AU, it's based solely on one-shots, so it's a lot of fun to write--the AU does contain a multitude of smut-shots too, though lol
All the egos are involved tbh, but the streamers are everyone but Henrik and Jameson, basically. They all do variety content, mostly video games but sometimes other stuff <- has not written the supposed other stuff.
Anyway, character stuff under the cut :3
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Jacksepticeye Power Hour (Web Series) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Antisepticeye/Marvin the Magnificent (Jacksepticeye Power Hour) Characters: Antisepticeye (Jacksepticeye Power Hour), Marvin the Magnificent (Jacksepticeye Power Hour) Additional Tags: Interspecies Relationship(s), Interspecies Romance, Human/Monster Romance, Sea Monsters, Sirens, Beaches, Rivers, Siren Anti Summary:
Marvin was fed up with people telling him what he could and couldn't do with his magic and his life, and the river was about the most rebellious place he could think to go, where he and his magic could be free, but fate had other plans.
Games - Docmagic Whump-Shot
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One moment he was running out the bedroom door and down the hall, sock-covered feet sliding on the slick brown wood--
And the next he was on the floor of the upstairs bathroom, splayed out like a damn ragdoll, gasping for air.
The door was closed, and even through his swimming vision, he could tell the shoes in front of him were attached to a person--someone he had once trusted with his deepest secrets, with his heart, with his love.
He pressed himself as close to the bathtub as he could as he tried to catch his breath; his asthma would make that a challenge enough, he was getting lightheaded, maybe close to fainting... that one he was counting on a bit, actually.
Marvin looked down at him, a deep scowl on his face. "So, we're really playing this game of cat and mouse again."
The first words were spoken, tone biting. He stared Henrik down, watching as the doctor struggled to figure out a response.
"C-cat and mouse...?" he breathed out, confused.
Marvin was quickly at his partner's front, holding a deliberately sharp-nailed hand under his jaw; the sparks of magic fell to the floor between Henrik's legs.
"You know the game... where you run like the little, cowardly rodent you are," he said, voice low, "and it makes me have to go chasing you down. The predator and its prey. The cat and the mouse."
"No, I don't do it for that, I--I don't--" he fumbled for words and Marvin pulled his chin up.
"Save your breath, you'll need it to be able to scream."
Not sure if still taking requests, but if you are could you possibly do an Angus and Jackie fluff? The fluff can be written however you want. Thank you.
Words: ~310
A/N: I take requests for writing all the time if people have em! Thank you for this one, sorry it’s taken a few days ^^”
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Angus was unsure what had happened, but suddenly one day his camera was malfunctioning and the next it wouldn't turn on at all.
No changing of batteries or chargers helped, nor did anything his shining star of a boyfriend tried to do to fix it with his knowledge of electronics. It was kaput, and Angus was distraught.
For a couple of days all he wanted to do was lie in bed and wallow, but Jackie did everything in his power to keep him up and moving; distracting him with television or stories of his heroic adventures; cooking together, though Angus was definitely the better cook by a long shot just because of his survival skills.
But then it was a day where Jackie had to go out for an emergency, somewhere Angus couldn't follow, and he ended up back in bed for hours on end.
Until the doorbell rang.
Angus knew he couldn't very well leave the door unanswered. What if it was another emergency? Not that Jackie was here to answer to it, but it could still be important.
He forced himself out of bed and out to the door and swung it open, expecting to be met with a person, but was instead greeted with a box on the floor in front of him. The delivery person had already gone, but reading the name on the box, it was addressed to him.
He picked it up and slunk back into the house to open it. It was nothing he had ordered, he was sure of it, but knowing Jackie and his mischievous nature…
Quicker now, he tore the box open and his hand dove into the box to fetch another, labelled, box. A new camera. He almost couldn’t believe it.
The call with Jackie that night was one filled with many praises and tears, from Jackie’s end, of course.
ok last one,, "wanting more physical affection yet you don't want to overstep" for dapperanti please :33
Words: ~150
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The crackle of a static television sounded behind Jameson and he stopped what he was doing to turn around and look at the intruder. A welcome one, he was by this point, though, upon noticing the vague look on Anti's face, Jameson knew something was wrong.
He set his book down and stood up from the kitchen chair, reaching out for Anti before pulling back quickly.
His hands danced in the air as he tried to figure out what to say or do with them, while Anti's black-eyed gaze faltered away from him.
"It's okay, James. You don't have to say anything."
Jameson's hands shook, a determined look on his face that Anti couldn't even see now, his eyes closed. There was a shuffling, and then Anti's eyes flew open as he was touched.
Without a word, Jameson was suddenly hugging him, exactly like he needed. Somehow, Jameson always knew.
ok another one bc i'm in a Mood. "why are you staring? is there something on my face?" and dochero too please??
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Jackie giggled as the cheese on his pizza stretched and stretched until it finally separated from itself and sauce spilled onto his plate. He continued to enjoy it, even as Henrik finished his garlic breadsticks.
Despite the spillage, Jackie wasn't a messy eater, but almost anything he did was something that caught Henrik's attention in the best way. He chewed his last bite of breadstick while watching, when suddenly Jackie stopped, and Henrik blinked for the first time in a minute. He swallowed his bite, eyes averting.
"Fuck, do I have something on my face?" Jackie blurted out, causing Henrik to reel back in surprise. "Why didn't you say anything?" he panicked.
The pizza shop was empty and the workers were in the back, so Henrik had no idea why Jackie was panicking so badly, scrubbing his red hoodie sleeve against his cheek.
"No, no, there's nothing on your face," Henrik chuckled.
Jackie paused, dropping his hand. "Then why... why are you staring?"
"No reason. No reason at all."
arthyr my beloved.... "memorizing their coffee/tea order so you can buy it for them every morning" and dochero please......
Words: ~210
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Tapping his foot while standing in line was a nervous tic, but the other customers before and after him seemed understanding of this habit. Then, suddenly it was his turn and with a shake of his hands he began to order.
Some complicated sugary, caramel drink that somehow Jackie enjoyed.
Henrik prided himself on his memory. How could he do good doctor work without it? And yet as he recited the order that had been rotating in his mind all week, he was second-guessing himself.
"And... extra caramel drizzle, please. Black coffee for me."
The barista read the order back and everything sounded right, so Henrik paid, received the drink after a minute or two, and held his breath all the way to his practice where Jackie met him every morning.
Jackie was already waiting outside of the building, checking an imaginary watch before looking up at Henrik. He smirked. "You're five minutes late. That's new."
Lowering his head and not saying a word, Henrik handed him the drink, in a much larger cup than his own. Jackie's amusement lessened as he realised what was going on.
"You... got my coffee." It warmed his hands, and the idea warmed his heart. "Thank you." And the best part was it was right.
