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“The effort you go to as a parent to lie to your children for years about a fat dude in a red suit,” Jake said, adjusting a gift under the tree to exactly where he liked it. He stood to his height, hands on hips. He grinned. “Is honestly the best.”
You laughed, tossing the Elf on the Shelf in your pocket. “I get it. You love Christmas.”
“Do you have the letter from Elfie now he’s going back to the North Pole?”
“You mean the cupboard?” You corrected your sweet husband, handing him the letter he’d crafted in Canva earlier that day, From the Desk of the North Pole. “Oh, Jake. You’re adorable.”
“You are the only one person on the planet that calls me that.”
Fictober 2024 Day 1
hey hey it's fictober and not only did I write something but it's in a fandom and ship I've never written and I know gets hate lol why do I do this to myself??????
Whatever I hope someone enjoys. The prompt was "That was good work." Also yes that was day one and it is day 4 hahaha that's just life sometimes.
The Curious Case of the Curious Card
Fandom: Ace Attorney
Ship: Maya Fey/Phoenix Wright
Rated: G
Words: 1283
Preview:
Phoenix stared at the phone in his hands. It’s a phone call. It’s no big deal. You’ve done this 1,000 times. Somehow none of this was comforting to him.
He wasn’t sure why he was so nervous. He talked to Maya on a regular basis. Well, as regular as her training and his weird schedule would allow. It seemed like no matter how weird things got for him (and they were pretty weird right now), she was always there, ready to tell him something mundane or nonsensical and completely put his mind at ease.
He pressed the call button before he could change his mind. She picked up as quickly as always.
“NICK! Did you see the new official Steel Samurai art?? It definitely supports my theory.”
Of course she never answered with “hello” or “hi” or “how are you doing?” No, it was always some immediate jump into whatever wild thought she was having, as if they had been just talking about this and not like they hadn’t spoken in a week. To be honest though, if she hadn’t answered this way Phoenix would have thought something was wrong.
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"You're alive. That is what matters." Saint traces a thumb along Osiris's brow tenderly. His eyes do not open but that is alright. Saint won't leave his side until he awakens and even then--
Osiris’s face scrunches in pain and the Exo picks up a damp cloth, dabbing away the sweat beading against skin. The Warlock's breathing labors and hitches and it is clear there's a nightmare playing before his eyes.
Saint shifts onto the mattress, taking Osiris’s hand and cradles it against his cheek.
"I am here, Osiris. It is alright. You are safe, my Phoenix," he presses a kiss against Osiris’s palm and even in his unconscious state, Osiris seems to hear him.
His frame eases against the mattress, his head lulling toward Saint as his expression eases back to something like peace.
Saint heaves a sigh of relief, "We shall get through this, Osiris. I will not leave your side, my beloved. I'll be here when you awaken." He leans down, bumping his mouth against his cheek gently, "I love you. I always will."
Totally Okay
Summary: Just three girlfriends enjoying a summer night together without a care in the world.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
[ 22:31 ] ‘careful!’ Jaemin exclaimed, holding your waist tightly, trying to stop you from falling to your green and prickly death. In your enthusiasm to put the star onto the tree, you had leapt forward energetically, and feeling the chair you were standing on slide from your feet, you had squeaked, but thankfully, your loving boyfriend was standing behind you, already anticipating you’d end up accidentally killing yourself.
“Sorry!” You exclaimed, glancing down at your boyfriend’s somewhat amused, yet exasperated face.
“Don’t know why you’re apologising to me, it’s you who’ll end up breaking your neck..” He grumbled, hands still firmly gripping your waist. You ignored him, instead focusing your energy on seating the silver and glittery star onto its rightful place at the top of the tree.
“There!” You jumped down (with the help of Jaemin) and you both took a step back to admire your handy work.
“We did a good job!” You smiled gleefully, taking in the sight of the now shining Christmas tree.
“Yeah, but we forgot one thing...” Jaemin said, leaning back to grab something from the dusty box of Christmas decorations. You cocked your head in curiosity until he stood up straight producing a plastic sprig of mistletoe. Your curious expression slid into one of exasperation.
“Sorry, rules are rules.” He shrugged, pursing his lips.
“You’re a dork.” You giggled, before complying, pressing your lips against his softly. “I love Christmas.”
WHAT WOULD I BE?
Blake: "Everything...okay Jaune?"
Blake caught the young man leaning over the balcony, gazing at the Atlas residents below.
Jaune: "hey Blake. Just. Just watching people pass by."
Blake put a hand on his shoulder.
Blake: "I'd hate to dig into my own stereotype, but this cat is quite curious. Or will me learning make me meet my own demise?"
Jaune chuckled: "I see the final fruits of hanging out with Yang have payed off. But speaking of faunus. I've been thinking allot since coming here."
Blake: "Oh?"
Jaune: "Blake, even if you didnt have cat ears, WELL, Not SAying I DONT LIKE them its ju-"
Blake put a finger on his lips: "Shhhhh...breath Jaune."
Jaune: "Mhnm. Blake, even without your ears, the way I see you move. Your cunning and agile fighting stance. The word 'CAT' echoes around you. Even without your ears I'm positive everyone would still think that you're some kind of cat lady."
Blake: "Cat lady? Now Jaune, do I look sixty, single and half my hair cut off?"
Jaune: NO NO of coURSE NOT-oh you're teasing me again."
Blake: "I can see why Yang enjoys it. But what does that have to do with anything?"
Jaune: "Well, if having animal attachments doesn't change who you are to begin with. I've been thinking what Faunus I'd be."
Blake: "J-Jaune..."
Jaune: "My ego says a mighty lion! But the way I just...fallow Ruby helplessly makes me sound like I'm a stray dog. Hoo boy, saying this outloud sounds rac-"
Blake: "NO!"
Jaune: "HUH?"
Blake: "The fact you'd even think about wanting to be a faunus is...well it's nice. I hear all the time back in the White Fang people wishing they were human that...that hearing you entertaining the thought is. Well it's refreshing."
Jaune: "Theeeen will you help me?"
Blake: "Oh Jaune, 'this boy I swear' I'd be happy to help. Now, let's see."
Blake glided over, gaining a Yelp from the boy as her fingers traced along his leg.
Blake: "You've always been jumpy. Not to mention quick on your feet."
Jaune: "T-That was totally your fault just now!"
Once more the knight yelped, going rigged as her hands brushed against his chest
Blake: "Your heart...its always been thumping so wildly. Sometimes it's how I can find you."
Jaune: "That...that explains allot, wait that means you cheated on heads up seve-"
Thrice the knight jumped when the cat faunus hands gripped his face, electric blue and amber met.
Blake: "You're scared yet you leap into danger when one of us are in danger, cautious. You're stupidly tall and muscled out but you still act so fragile at times, timid. You're strong but you cant ever hide your emotions, sensitive.."
Jaune: "Blake..."
Blake: "Despite all the chaos that life has thrown at you you're still standing tall, lucky."
Jaune: "WELL, a death stalker DID fling me across the land and I survived, I'd call that lucky."
Blake: "And hit Ruby mid air after she fell from a nevermore. Maybe JUST lucky is underselling it. Well, I've got it."
Jaune: "Prey tell?"
Blake : "Oh its prey alright . Jaune Arc, I've deduced you...a bunny faunus."
Jaune: "..."
Blake: "it's okay Jaune I was joking."
Jaune: "No."
Blake: "Huh?"
Blake gasped when she was pulled into a gentle hug, she could feel his fast heart slow down."
Jaune: "No. The more I think of it, the more it makes sense. Of course I'm not hopping for joy that I'm not a lion or a bear but I cant fight something that feels so right."
Blake smiled: "You were really torn about this wernt you?"
Jaune: "I'm always helping team RWBY, Ren and Nora to further their goals. I wanted to help with yours but I couldn't place myself in a faunus shoes. So I wanted to imagine myself the best I could so when a scenario played out, I could grasp the emotions a faunus would feel and act accordingly. You understand Bla-OH NO!"
Jaune panicked when he met Blake's watery gaze, the tears ruining the eyeliner.
Jaune: "OH! Blake are you okay MMNPH!"
Jaune blinked when a single finger once more pressed against his lips.
Blake: "Youre...you're so sweet Jaune. I'm okay, just happy to see someone try so hard to see both sides. We need more people like you in the world Jaune."
Jaune: "You mean someone who has to write left and right under their converse?"
Blake barked out a laughter.
Jaune: "Thanks blake, mind if we can go for a walk, talk it out? Oh Oh! AfTEr you clean up the MAke up! Of course!"
Blake: "I'd love to, and who knows, play your cards right and I'd buy you some carrot cake."
Jaune: "BLAKE!"
Blake: "Mmmmn, I didnt hear a no~"
Jaune: "WELL...yeahthatdoessoundgood."
Blake: "And oh a cute little ball of fur right above your bu-OH!"
Jaune: "That's it, youre banned from Yang!"
Blake laughed when Jaune hoisted and carried her to the dorms, her laughter and his protests echoing through the halls.
#8 "I love you" for fenhawke Gimme all of the feeeeeeells
Before anyone goes looking for a prompt list, this is from an ooooooold one.
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“That’s a clean shirt, you know.”
Fenris, standing in the yard wrapped up in one of Hawke’sflannels, freshly plucked from the line, didn’t dignify the statement byturning around.
“You don’t say,” he stated, dryly. He flung the shirt overthe line for only a moment, just long enough to remove his own shirt, then slidit back on. He enjoyed the feel of the soft fabric as it slid against his marks.It was warm from the sun and, even freshly washed and fragrant from the springair, it still carried traces of Hawke’s scent.
“We can buy you your own shirt,” Hawke said, soundingamused.
Fenris said, “I don’t want my own.” He nuzzled the collar,soaking in the warmth, the sun. He let Hawke turn him, when he felt his largehand on his shoulder, and enjoyed the look of concentration as the magecarefully did up the buttons for him.
“You’re a sap,” Hawke said. “I’m going to tell the world.”He fixed the collar back where it should go, and pushed a hand through Fenris’shair. There was such softness in his eyes, warmth and affection, contentment.Fenris let him kiss his forehead – so softly, so tenderly – before he pushedhimself up on his toes, chasing Hawke’s lips.
“You can try,” Fenris told him, against his mouth. “No onewill ever believe you.”
“Oh, but I do love you,” Hawke answered, matching the elf’swicked smile with a grin, pulling him to him, his arms so tight, so strongaround Fenris’s slighter frame.
“It’s a clean shirt,” Fenris teased him. “Don’t wrinkle it.”