#fic drabbles

[suraks-sweet-tits]

Selfish

Arthur knows he's selfish when it comes to Merlin. He knows it's the thing he is most selfish about; and before Merlin he used to be selfish about almost everything. He can't bring himself to stop it though. He hates himself for both of those weaknesses.

He's always been selfish when it comes to Merlin. It wasn't noticeable when they met because Arthur was a selfish, demanding arse with all the servants. But he always wanted all of merlins time and attention. He wanted his happiness and his anger. His praise and his annoyance. He wanted any emotion Merlin had to be directed at him and any time Merlin had to be spent on him. Arthur kept Merlin as busy yet as close to him as he could.

Everyone adores merlin so quickly and Arthur has never felt so common in his life. It's horrible.

Arthur wants to be the only person who would die for Merlin, the only person Merlin would drink poison for. But Merlin is selfless. Arthur is selfish in how he cannot live with the guilt of peoples deaths. Merlin is selfless in the way he values the lives of people, even those he doesn't care for. Arthur has known that since he slammed into the cold stone floor of the banquet hall with Merlins arms around him.

So because of Arthur's selfishness he is always dragging Merlin places he has no business being. He selfishly drags him hunting even though he can see how much it upsets him. But he revels in being with Merlin outside of the castle. He breathes for the way Merlin comes alive when he's in nature; before the corpses weigh him down.

Theres alot of things Arthur lets himself feel about Merlin, before the corpses weigh him down. Arthur is always surrounding Merlin in death. How many battles has Arthur dragged Merlin into? Arthur has sent away trained warriors to safety but kept Merlin with him. Always Merlin with him. Merlin, shouldering burdens and trials that were suppose to be Arthurs to bear alone. Simply because Arthur, in his selfish weakness, could not bear to be parted from him. Not when Merlin is the only person who can get through to him when he's at his lowest. The best thing in his life. And if Arthurs going to die, as it often looks like he might, he wants to do everything in his power to make Merlin the last thing he sees. Arthur wants to live to see Merlin again and Merlin being there helps with that. Arthur fights that much harder to make sure nothing can touch him. With Merlin there he feels untouchable himself. As if the fates are besotted with him and the elements bend to his very whim. Every blow feels glancing and Merlins touch takes the sting out of any of them that land anyway.

Merlins touch can heal anything. Merlin was born to help people and Arthur only lets him help him. Merlin should be a physician really. He is so brilliant and his compassion is beautiful to behold. Or Merlin should be an advisor. He checks through Arthurs speeches and reports with a natural ease that says he was born to do it. He is the wisest person Arthur has ever known and even smarter than all other wise men because he's figured out how not to be boring about it too. He fixes Arthur's work as he improves everything. Actually, Merlin should be a lord. He has a nobility none of the court could match. It would suit him. Merlin is so noble, and wise, and compassionate that really he should be King. Merlin would love his people and look after them. He would be a great king.

But Arthur is so selfishly dependent on him- so he remains a servant.

Because Arthur can't stand the sight of anyone else waking him up in the morning. And Arthur does not feel nourished if Merlin does not bring his meals. And Arthur remembers drowning when he feels anyone else's hands on him in the bath. Arthur remembers being restrained when anyone else tries to dress him. And Arthur does not trust his armour if Merlin was not the one to look after it. Merlin is his rest, his nourishment, his comfort, his stability, his security. Merlin is his home. Merlin is his reason to wake up in the morning and he only wakes him up because it's part of his duties. But Arthur is too selfish to release Merlin from his duties to him. Merlin deserves better and Arthur is too selfish to give it to him. Because he cannot part with any second with him he has; not when he spends his days craving more of them.

It's a good thing that Arthur isn't allowed to love Merlin because he doesn't do it properly anyway. Pendragon's and their selfish love. Selfish love is what killed his mother and now Arthur is trying to get Merlin killed. He's not half the King his father was because if that ever happened Arthur is not sure he could live with it, even for Camelots sake. He couldn't bear it if Merlin's joins the rest of the blood on his hands. Merlin's blood and his mother's mixing together to paint a warning about what Arthur Pendragon's love does to a person.

Merlin is goodness personified and Arthur had learned, through thirst and starvation, what happens to goodness when it lets selfishness get too close.

[storiesofthev01d]

Taking a paragraph from a few of my WIPs to get back into the funk of writing.

♡ The Side Show || Eddie&Volt x M!Fool!Reader

"You didn't wanna look, based on the two acrobatic's reactions. At least Washford attempted to keep his ministrations unnoticed, yet he was never too good at hiding unease or dislike. His eyes scattered away, just a flick of his eyebrows and a slight tightening in his mouth. Drysdale, however- ever the performer- did no such thing as dealing with huge niceties, like controlling his hiss of sympathetic pain. A practiced hand reached his chest, pausing as you paused in turn."

☆ Covers || Daryl Dixon x M!Reader

"Time drank into itself, alike an ouroboro that slithered and stuck itself in your mind. Stuck in the dark, eating half a can of beans by the light cracking through the floorboards above you, you were reminded of... a lot. Summers spent as a kid, locked in the house and with no real rhyme or reason to keep going other than plain spite. You lived because you wanted to piss some people off, wasn't that funny? It felt like that again, glancing up through the crack of the fading light outside. Being unable to name the source or deduce when it would leave was a tad unsettling, but it was a feeling you've had drag after you since always."

♡ What Remains Unseen || Eddie&Volt x M!Reader

"You look behind you, catching Eddie's tired eyes and the both of you pausing a moment, trying to figure out what either if you were looking for. You just looked at him confusedly. If he was calling for you, he'd repeat it, right? No, that wasn't like Eddie. Maybe it wasn't him. But everyone else was absorbed in their own conversations or alcohol. Then what did you hear? Why was everything so loud? Why couldn't you decipher the words and mumblings? What was with the drawling shiver of your body, the apparently invisible creatures that invaded you?"

☆ Lonely Dogs || Frank Langdon x Transmasc!Reader

""Fuck- can't believe he replaced me with- with you," the other man hissed between breaths, venom bubbling over edges he had never truly filed down. And yet, despite this, he still chased your lips at even the slightest notion of moving away, as if any break for air was a risk of being left alone again."

♡ Lay All Your Love On Me || College!Frank Langdon x College!Transmasc!Reader

"Without wasting a second, Frank's lips crashed into yours, pleading open your awaiting mouth and moving sloppily. His hand had pushed down your blanket some, groping your tit in a half-apology for being so rough when you were clearly exhausted, but missing you so bad he just couldn't help himself. It didn't help when you murmured into it, sparking the other boy to take more when you allowed entrance to the hotbed of your mouth. He bit at your bottom lip before he started ravaging your mouth, tongue to teeth. Langdon pulled back in only half-second intervals, gasping for air like it was an annoyance, yet pausing, open-mouthed, when he noticed the saliva that dripped down both your lips, a good moment spent on watching it trail down your chest. Oh, he was totally getting off on this. And maybe you were, too."

☆ Family Emergency || Jack Abbot x Transmasc!Reader

""I gotta-" your voice scratched like kid fallen on woodchips. Fuck, your hands were shaking too. If you kept going like this, you might just kill him. Apart of you wanted to. "I-I can't. I gotta go." With a fight for even the smallest relief of air in your aflamed throat, you dropped the scalpel in the alert red box as soon as someone stepped in for you. Gazes trailed you, looking half-sure at the odd onset from what was supposed to be one of their most trusted residents."

[xx-deathwalker-xx]

Obsessed with Zoro giving one of his earrings to Sanji when they get married and I’m ever so grateful to all the fanartists that add that in subtly to their fanarts it eats me up so much its so cute but I have yet to see a comic about HOW that conversation ended up going like oh my god could you just imagine:

“Cook, come here.” Zoro hummed, sliding his hand effortlessly around the blonde’s waist to spin him in his direction.

“Zoro?! The fuck are you trying this time mosshead?” Sanji would almsot chuckle, venom gone from his voice as a faint smile parted his lips and he turned to face his new husband.

“Mh, you mentioned you had your ears pierced on Momorio, right?” Zoro smirked, taking Sanji’s left ear in between his fingers and inspecting it with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Yeah, but what’s that got to do with anything?”

“Hold still.”

Sanji rolled his eyes at the command, but held still nontheless as he stared lovingly at his husband, watching the way his face wrinkled in concentration, tongue ever so faintly jutting out like a toddler about to go cross-eyed from how hard they were focusing as he felt the cool metal slide into the hole in his ear. Something faintly jingled as the light sensation of metal grazed against his neck, an earring, obviously.

“A gift hm? And you arent even gonna let me see it before you slot it in huh?” Sanji scoffed with a laugh, waggling his eyebrow teasingly as he continued. “Reminds me of our wedding might you dog.”

“Oh come on,” Zoro laughed, giving Sanji a soft kiss before stepping back to admire his work. “I think it looks lovely on you. Better than on me.”

“What are you on about this time Marimo?” Sanji snickered before his eyes trailed over to Zoro’s earrings, finding there to only be two, and then it clicked. “Zoro- you didn’t.”

“Cause I couldn’t get you that ring.” Zoro shrugged with a soft smile. “Besides, I think it means more this way.”

“Gods above Zoro, what ever did I do to be as lucky as having someone like you?” Sanji sighed after a heavy moment of silence, stepping forward to plant a long, passionate kiss upon the swordsman’s lips. “I love you so much.”

“Love you too, Sanji.”

Y’know????? Like- idk just spitballin here.

[gaysofegossas]

So today I determined ianwiw Jean and Marco's middle names

>> Jean Avery Kirschtein

>> Marco Oliver Bodt

JAK + MOB

[writing-in-sin]

THE ONCE AND FUTURE PHANTOM THIEF

Summary: In which where Kuroba Kaito becoming Kaitou KID has always been a self-fulfilling prophecy

Loosely inspired by the patronus reveal in the Prisoner of Azkaban

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In an effort to keep his wife safe from her previous life as a thief, Kuroba Touichi took great measures in ensuring it. More so when his son came into the world

What he didn't expect is that his efforts would land him in a bizarre encounter with a real life seer who sees his every move and every secret with foreboding accuracy. In the end, he walked away from that encounter with a vision imparted to him by the cryptic seer that left him reeling and curious

'This will keep your family safe, Kuroba Touichi. Learn from him, for he will be the world's best.'

That night, he dreams of a thief unlike any other. A gentleman thief with indigo eyes who uses magic and tricks so spectacular that Touichi based his alter ego on said thief. Their mannerisms are different though, no matter how much Touichi tries to imitate the daredevil flare of the thief from the vision.

Touichi's version leans more to a polite and sophisticated individual you'd usually find from a family of high status. More cautious and a great deal saner than the one he was told to learn from. The one in the vision on the other hand, is a smooth talking hellraiser who revels in breaking the rules and remakes them into however he pleases. Someone who's absolutely obsessed in making the impossible, possible

An oddly righteous man who revels in his mad genius

The only one who Touichi acknowledges as the best magician he's ever seen, more than even his own mentor which should've been an impossible feat...and yet?

He wonders of course, who the magician was but the only thing the seer ever told him was that he was 'The Last Magician of the Century'. Whenever he tried to look it up, Touichi came up blank even with Jii's help. The closest answer he got was articles of a man that may or may not be connected to the Romanov family. Eventually though, he laid his curiosity to rest

Until he sees Kaito perform magic for the 1st time, picking up and mastering tricks faster than anyone could ever accomplish

His suspicions come to a head on the day when he's surrounded by flames with no escape. Touichi sees his desperate son trying to reach him, the fire throwing his son's face in shadow--

With only his sole indigo eye visible, the beginnings of madness shining through.

As the flames consume him, his vision swims with white and he stares in shock as KID stands within his son. It's then that Touichi finally realises

He's been seeing visions of Kaito's future self all along

[lemndrps]

boiling heat, summer stench

Cursing under his breath, Remus’ eyes flitted down between Sirius’ legs. Jaw slacked, a bit of drool dribbling down his chin and maybe it was sweat. Certainly could have been. Didn’t care, either way, wanted to taste it all the same.

The spade fell from his hand into the dirt, a cloud of dust springing up into the air, hanging thick. Sirius took one final drag before he snubbed out the cigarette, watching with wide eyes as Remus approached — crawled all the way over, palms splayed out in the grass, knees dragging dirt.

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[hermitdrabbles56]

Thinking I might take this out of the fic it's in because it's a rambling tangent. And I don't know how to continue it. But it's still good so I'm gonna share it here. It's mainly just scar talk and Twilight being an idiot.

"...What is your definition of a nick or a scrape?" Legend asks. 

Twilight raises an eyebrow a bit but thinks on it a moment. "Well..a scrape is a scrape-"

"No no, don't brush it off. Show examples and explain how they happened." Legend says pointedly. 

The rancher raises his hands in a placating manner for a moment. Then carefully kicks off a boot, undoing the tie at the end of his pants so he can roll them up past his knee. "This one is from my journey, happened my first time falling into the Zora river…didn't know the currents and ended up rammed against the rocks rock, got a matching one on the opposite hip," 

He runs his fingers along the knot of scars running from ankle to knee. Nearly shuddering at the memory of how much it hurt. He'd been a wolf at the time and it scrapped the fur and skin right off of him. Then he had to limp around and find the rest of the bugs after Midna bandaged him up..that Giant bug had been a bitch, and the way it stretched when he turned human had burned like fire. 

"This is what I'd call a scrape..a bad scrape, but still a scrape.." 

"...got..an example from while traveling with us..?" Legend pushes with a confusing gentleness. 

"Uhh…I don't..think it scared? Don't  actually know, hard to look but I had a road burn from one of the mornings when we got jumped and I went flying?" He says as he pats the back of his right shoulder. 

Hyrule timidly gets up and moves over to him. So Twilight lets him look so no more tension is created. 

"...theres…some uneven scarring..think you, might even have something in there..?" His delicate fingers prod a bit at something that does make the wolf hero wince. "Y-yeah..that….that's a rock or something."

"Ah..well shit, not the first time that's happened, I'm fairly certain I've got arrow pieces in me in other places.." Twilight says with a slight grimace. Getting another horrified look from the group. "That has not happened while with you guys..I let you know about arrow wounds because I've learned my lesson especially when I can't reach them." 

"...so you don't count those as a nick..?" Legend presses. 

"No, I count that along the lines of being stabbed..but if it's just a shallow graze as one flies by? That's a nick." He explains. 

"And if it's a sword..?" Warriors asks. 

"Oh a knife..or a claw…?" Wind adds carefully. 

"Depends on how deep it is." He says honestly. "I've been taught enough about medicine that I can care for minor wounds, so if I can care for it on my own, I do so." 

"Buddy I've cleaned up some of your wounds that have gotten infected." Warriors says in a very tired and stressed tone. 

"Those times I genuinely didn't know they were there." 

"One was on your dominant arm!!" Wars snaps. 

"Ah- yes, no lie, I really didn't know about it and there's a reason why." Twilight admits. 

"Oh.." Wild manages in a small voice. 

"Yeeah…that, that reason…" Twilight sighs before untying the laces of his shirt so he can easily expose his shoulder. "You guys have seen this one before.." He murmurs as he taps the thick jagged and uneven scar on his shoulder. They are all well aware it goes all the way around. "Because of this one, I have nerve damage in the entirety of my left arm, so I don't always notice injuries I take in this arm because I can't feel all that well." 

"...is that..why you trained your right arm..?" Four asks quietly. 

"...no…..that was something else. I can still use my left arm just fine, you've seen that, though I get tremors and phantom pains that can sometimes make my grip unsteady. So I guess yes, training my right arm helped compensate for that. But it's really only bad weather and extreme over use that messes with it. And the dead spots are in random places and not near as bad as they were." 

"They've…gotten better..?" Hyrule asks softly. 

"Yeah….my Shaman friend has a treatment he does on me whenever he can that helps a lot." Twilight says as he looks back at the teen and gives him a smile. 

Though, they all know very well that they've never been to Twilights Hyrule. Meaning that for almost a year now at least, he hasn't had any of the treatments his friend would do for him. 

"...How..did that scar happen…?" Wind asks very quietly. 

Twilights ears flick a bit as he picks up the question and looks back to the kid. Biting his lip a moment with those sharp teeth if his. "My uh….my arm was cut off." 

"..cut…you mean your arm was cut right..?" Legend asks hopefully with a horrified tone to his voice. 

Twilight slowly shakes his head a bit. "No, Vet. I mean removed….severed in one strike at the crowning start of my journey." 

"What the fuck?!" The vet exclaims as he leaps to his feet. 

"How the hell do you have an arm at all!" Four asks just as loudly. 

"Uhhh…spirit..? Or well…more like mini God? It happened in the spring if Ordon. I was…drowning and bleeding out? so I don't actually remember how it got reattached? Ordonia did their best and they also pour as much of their magic into it as they can when they can so that's helped a lot too, but the human nervous system is complex…combined with scar tissues from such severe and hastily healed injury? I'm just thankful I still have use of it at all…"

"What the fuck…no seriously what the actual fuck!?" Legend manages. 

Twilight lets out a heavy sigh. "Legend, compared to a lot of the shit the rest of you have been through, this is really not that bad.."

"WHAT?!" The raised tone of outrage of eight perfectly in sync heroes is enough to make his ears ring. His hands quickly covering the sensitive things as everyone immediately starts tearing him a new one.