How I feel about this character: baby. baby boy. but also evil. more seriously, i think he had a shaky grasp of morality but was never in a position where he could be moral because his survival and wellbeing was entirely dependent on his ability to remain in a high position in society, and even if he had been moral he would have been treated the same if not worse
All the people I ship romantically with this character: lan xichen, nie mingjue, jiang cheng
My non-romantic OTP for this character: wei ying
My unpopular opinion about this character: he’s not any more evil than nie huaisang, nie mingjue, or jiang cheng. they showed an equal disregard for life and killed as much as he did, people just decided the characters born into poverty are evil in a novel about how classism is bad
One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: tHAT HE HADN’T DIED. also that he hadn’t been in a relationship with qin su. that he had realized his father was walking garbage sooner. that’s more than one thing but i don’t care
For "Ship + Number = Write a Kiss": 3) Kiss goodbye - The Mummy OT3. 17) Kiss to distract - Lan Xichen/Meng Yao.
Alright! Here they are! Hope you like them!
Kiss goodbye - The Mummy OT3
“Alright, I’ll be gone for a week at the most,” she reminded them—or reassured herself—darting around the room to grab her suitcase, her purse, double check that she hadn’t missed anything. She kissed the top of Alex’s head, stroking the fine hairs there. He blinked sleepily up at her before falling back into a doze in Ardeth’s arms.
Ardeth was next, her hand cupping his neck to bring him down to her. He smiled and let himself be led, kissing her warm and steady and sweet. She pressed their cheeks together and breathed him in, and he rubbed his stubble over the ticklish skin of her neck. She giggled and pulled away to glare at him in exaggerated betrayal, a smile giving her away at the laughter in his eyes. She kissed him again, quick because otherwise she wouldn’t be able to stop, and stepped back. Ardeth pressed one last kiss to her cheek as she retreated.
She pulled Rick closer to her once she turned, kissing his cheeks and forehead before his lips. Their lips were barely moving, mostly holding each other close, feeling the warmth of the other person. She ran her hands through his hair and he stroked her back, his other wrapped tightly around her. Rick wouldn’t stop until she did, she knew, always the one to draw this out as much as he could.
She forced herself to pull away, reminding herself that she really did want to go to this conference. Sometimes it was true.
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Rick woke, barely, to Ardeth getting out of bed. Technically they had said their goodbyes last night since Ardeth’s flight back to Egypt was so early, but he still fought to stay awake as Ardeth got ready, knowing that Evie was doing the same. He saw Ardeth turn back to them through sleepy blinks. A fond, exasperated smile twitched at his lips. He sat on the edge of the bed, huffing a quiet laugh when Evie wrapped her arm around his hips and Rick grabbed one of his hands.
“I will be back in three weeks at the latest,” he pointed out.
“Too long,” Evie mumbled groggily into his hip. Ardeth’s teasing grin softened, and he ran his free hand through Evie’s hair.
“Yes,” he agreed. “But with luck the time will pass quickly.” He let go of Rick’s hand and moved away from Evie to brace himself on the bed, leaning down to kiss Rick’s forehead, again to kiss the side of Evie’s head. They were both too sleepy to chase him for more, choosing to pout instead.
He laughed fondly, running his hand over their heads one more time, and left the bed.
Kiss to distract - Lan Xichen/Meng Yao
The tension creeped over his shoulders the longer he looked over the budget. He should stop and go to bed. Xuan-ge would understand if he was behind, now that he had realized what a mess their father had made of their budget before his passing. Still, something in him rankled at leaving work undone.
Gentle hands cradled one of his and soft lips dropped kisses across his knuckles. A smile tugged at his lips despite his best efforts. Those lips moved to his cheek, kissing there over and over again. His smile widened, and those lips landed over his dimple next.
“Er-ge,” he chided, a laugh easily heard in his voice.
“A-Yao,” he replied, turning his face to kiss him on the forehead, nose, eyelids, cheeks again. Meng Yao laughed as he continued to cover his face with kisses.
“I know what you’re doing.”
“Of course. You’re incredibly intelligent and perceptive,” he said instantly, as achingly sincere as always. Meng Yao offered up his lips to keep him from following that thought. Lan Xichen’s compliments became less of a bittersweet sensation as time went on, but they still left him feeling raw. He wanted to keep the lightness of this moment. Thankfully, Lan Xichen never turned down a kiss when offered. He kissed him, gentle and thorough and loving, tugging him closer as the kiss went on.
Meng Yao let himself drift, focusing only on the feel of Lan Xichen’s touch, climbing into his lap when prompted and curling into his arms. Lan Xichen’s hands stroked down his back, large and warm and wonderful, hefting him closer and up. He felt him stand, carrying Meng Yao with ease, and moving them somewhere, pressing short, sweet kisses to his lips again and again.
“Don’t think this will work every time,” he grumbled as they stepped closer to the bed.
“Of course not, A-Yao,” he said against his lips, amused and fond. It would, and they both knew it.
Once you get this, please say five things you like about yourself, publicly, then send this to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable) SPREAD POSITIVITY💕 (Side note: You don't have to, of course, but do it if you think it sounds like fun :) )
man. these are always so hard.
1. i have the best friends. hands down. why the best people somehow gravitate into my life is a mystery, but I am definitely not complaining
2. my patience. i’ve gotten a lot of use for it.
3. i like that I am sometimes pleasantly surprised by what I draw
4. my eye colour. I think they’re supposed to be blue, but they’re juuust colourless enough to be grey. And the rings are greenish. it’s very weird but i like it.
5. that i’m able to listen to people and genuinely care about what they’re talking about. I used to feel self-conscious about wanting to listen instead of talking, but after pushing myself to talk more I’ve come to the conclusion that i’d rather be a listener. More people should learn to listen instead of talking, I think.
There. I’ll send this out to a couple of you guys, but no worries if you don’t want to answer. <3
Sexuality Headcanon: i don’t really have a set one for her. i’ll go with bi since kyo/tohru is great but also her meeting with rin was 👀 👀 👀
Gender Headcanon: don’t really have one, but you know, now that i’m thinking about it, i could see nb tohru who just doesn’t really care about gender but also has never thought about it because she always had more pressing issues
A ship I have with said character: kyo/tohru, definitely
A BROTP I have with said character: tohru&momiji and tohru&rin
A NOTP I have with said character: i don’t think i have one. maybe tohru/akito or any of the mabudachi trio? i’m not super up to date on what the ships are though so i don’t know if those even are ships
A random headcanon: ever since the curse was broken tohru has been AAAAALLLLL OVER hugging any member of the zodiac who wants one that she couldn’t before
General Opinion over said character: i actually didn’t like her at first and thought she was kinda boring, but as i got to see more of her and got further in the series i love her a lot actually! she’s great, and i love how relentlessly kind she is and what a loving person she is!
Heeereee comes some prompts~! :D For the AU-list: Blind Date AU for Ichigo/Chad; Bodyguard AU for Grimmjow/Urahara/Yoruichi; Dragon AU for Hardison/Parker/Eliot; Roll Reversal AU for Wei Ying/Lan Zhan; Royalty AU for Lan Xichen/Wen Ning; Paranormal Investigator AU for Evie/Rick/Ardeth....aaaand I'll stop there XD Feel free to ignore some or all of these, of course! ;D
Sorry this took approximately forever! Hope you like them XD
I tried the leverage ot3 prompt but I really struggle with zoomorphism it seems, sorry :(
Ichigo/Chad - Blind Date AU
“I’m so sorry you got dragged into this,” Ichigo groaned, hiding his face in his hands, his usual furrow between his brows. Chad allowed himself a small moment of disappointment before reaching for Ichigo’s hands and tugging them down from his face. When Ichigo met his eyes, he smiled at him, fondly as always and Ichigo responded with his own small and precious smile.
“Do you still want to go in?” he asked, tilting his head towards the restaurant.
“You don’t have to,” Ichigo replied, looking sheepish again. “Rukia’s just. She’s trying to help.” Chad nodded, guiding Ichigo away from the entrance with a hand on his lower back. Ichigo didn’t like being inside when he felt agitated. He leaned into the touch and walked with him, his shoulder’s loosening. “It’s good to see you,” he said after they were down the street from the restaurant, beaming at him, eyes warm. Chad nodded in agreement, and Ichigo bumped him with his shoulder.
“How’s your family?”
“Dad’s as annoying as always,” he started with a roll of his eyes, “but Yuzu and Karin are in their last year of high school.” He brightened completely at the mention of his sisters. “They’re third and fourth in their class. Karin has been taking karate lessons from Tatsuki and Yuzu started a cooking channel on youtube.” Chad hummed to show he was still listening, pulling him a little closer when the crowd got denser. Ichigo’s hand came up and curled in the back of his shirt, leaning his head on Chad’s shoulder in an affectionate bump.
“How’s studying to be a teacher?”
“Good. I get to assist in a classroom next semester.”
“What year?” he asked, his smile and eyes soft and warm around the edges now, shifting a little closer himself this time.
“Second.”
“They’re gonna love you,” Ichigo declared.
“Thank you,” he murmured, pleased, and looked down at Ichigo again, now tucked under his arm. He was always so tactile, and he was only too happy to oblige. They fell into an easy silence, the crowds thinning again as the dinner rush came into full swing. Ichigo shivered at Chad’s side as the sky darkened, and Chad rubbed his hand over Ichigo’s arm.
“How did Rukia get you here anyway?”
“She told me I would be going on a date with you.”
Ichigo froze, and Chad stopped with him. He hadn’t stepped away, which Chad supposed was a good sign.
“You knew the date was with me?”
“Of course.”
Ichigo whirled out of his arms and kept Chad where he was with his hands on Chad’s shoulders.
“Can we start the date over?”
Chad tilted his head in confusion, but nodded, adding “If that’s what you want.” If Ichigo’s grins were bright before, it was blinding right now as he nodded. Once more, Chad couldn’t help but smile back. Ichigo wrapped his arm around Chad’s waist and nudged Chad with his shoulder in the short amount of time it took Chad to wrap an arm around him again, and they headed back to the restaurant.
Grimmjow/Urahara/Yoruichi - Bodyguard AU
Grimmjow clenched his teeth and nodded at Yoruichi.
“Okay, on three. One,” she started, and then wrenched his shoulder back into place. Grimmjow hissed and glared at her, but she just grinned back. “Good as new,” she said even as she poked at his shoulder.
“What are you doing then?” He kept his tone bored and Yoruichi pretended not to notice the strain in his voice, reminding him why they made such a good team.
“Feeling you up.”
Grimmjow rolled his eyes. She grabbed his arm and moved it up, to the side, back down, up again.
“Everything feel okay?”
“A little stiff, but it should be fine.”
“How do you know he’s not lying?” Urahara asked, voice filled with a forced levity neither of them called him out on. They also ignored his tightly crossed arms.
“He doesn’t lie on a job.”
“He can hear you,” he grumbled, stretching his arm out.
“He also gets grouchy when he doesn’t get to finish a fight.”
“Why start a fight if you’re just gonna run away?” he exclaimed. “And for fuck’s sake get over here,” he snapped. Urahara jumped, covering his shocked expression with the same appeasing, bland smile. Yoruichi leaned back until she was reclining on her arms, amusement radiating from every inch of her. Grimmjow cocked an eyebrow at Urahara, and evidently he was too curious to resist.
“What is it?” he asked once he was standing over them.
“Sit down, I don’t need a sore neck on top of everything else.”
Urahara made to sit and did not yelp when Grimmjow shoved him so he landed next to Yoruichi instead.
“You’re supposed to be protecting me, not injuring me!” he cried, whirling to look at Grimmjow on his other side.
“Try that on someone who actually believes your hopeless nerdy scientist routine,” Yoruichi drawled, sitting up again, her own smile unaffected even as Urahara’s froze on his face.
“That’s not the secret we’re tackling today,” Grimmjow said with a dismissive wave.
“I think you both know I’m too boring to have secrets,” he stammered. They both leveled him with looks so icily unimpressed that he almost hung his head in shame. Knowing them, they were less irritated by the lie and more how shoddy it was.
“Anyway, how much more do we have to flirt before you finally ask us out?” Yoruichi asked. “We’re both running out of excuses to lose our shirts.”
“And shirts,” Grimmjow added, shrugging his bare shoulder where his tank top strap should have been. Urahara’s mouth opened and closed helplessly, for once completely clueless on how to respond.
“Would you like to go on a date?” he asked finally, figuring that was a good place to start. They both grinned and leaned closer, twin yeses wafting warm over his ear and neck. “How did the conversation get here?” he asked.
Yoruichi shrugged and said, “We decided a few days ago to give you one more week to figure it out. If you didn’t then we’d give you a nudge.”
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Wei Ying/Lan Zhan - Role Reversal AU
He traded the pristine whites and soft blues of his robes for something more functional, staked out a camp in the swirling miasma of resentful energy and mountains of death, and even then Lan Zhan still looked like untouchable jade. Wei Ying was tempted to ask what his secret was, but he suspected it was simply how stunningly beautiful he was.
“Let me carry you back,” he blurted out instead. Lan Zhan’s rosy lips parted, dark eyes widening just slightly before his expression shuttered again.
“No need.” He moved around Wei Ying and continued walking to the burial mounds, carefully stiff to hide the limp and broken ribs. Wei Ying ran so he was in front of him again.
“I can help with Wen Ning, and Wen Qing will have my head if she finds out I let you hike up a mountain like this.”
“Wei Ying isn’t letting me do anything,” he said, but before he could move around him again, Wei Ying laid a gentle hand on his arm.
“Lan Zhan please. Let me help you,” he said, echoing Lan Zhan’s own plea. Lan Zhan stopped, his icy mask faltering just enough for Wei Ying to see the uncertainty, the exhaustion, the pain. Lan Zhan had always been so softly, blessedly human. He nodded, and Wei Ying beamed at him. He turned and crouched down so Lan Zhan could climb onto his back. It was the fastest way to get him back to Wen Qing, and there was less of a risk of Lan Zhan reaching a meridian by accident and feeling his missing golden core. He felt warmth at his back before Lan Zhan’s weight on him, and waited until his arms were around his shoulders, Bichen dangling in front of them both, before standing. Lan Zhan’s arms tightened around him in surprise, but he was otherwise quiet and still.
“Don’t worry, Lan Zhan! We’ll be back at the burial mounds in no time, and between the two of us we can definitely restore Wen Ning’s consciousness.”
“Mn.”
Wei Ying smiled to himself at the instant agreement.
“And Wen Qing will have you fixed up in no time. Does she bully you with her needles too?”
“Wen Qing doesn’t bully me.”
“Ah, you would say that Lan Zhan. You’re so patient with everyone. I used to think you were a stick in the mud until I got to know you better,” he said, ignoring the hitch—likely from pain—in Lan Zhan’s breath. “You’re actually a really good guy.” Lan Zhan’s arms tightened around his shoulders briefly and loosened again. “You can hold on tighter if you want, Lan Zhan. And don’t think I didn’t notice how you spoiled A-Yuan. Is it that you like cute things? I remember you like rabbits.” Lan Zhan’s arms tightened a little around his shoulders, and slowly the last of his weight leaned on him, his silken cheek pressed to Wei Ying’s.
“Wei Ying does not have to carry me all the way up.”
“I’ll do it anyway. You shouldn’t be walking on a broken leg Lan Zhan, and Wen Qing might not bully you but she’d definitely pick on me.” He shifted him carefully to secure his grip on him. “Now hold on tight Lan Zhan. This path is a little steep and I wouldn’t want to drop such precious cargo.”
Lan Zhan’s breath hitched again, and Wei Ying made a note to be even more careful about his grip on his injured leg.
Lan Xichen/Wen Ning - Royalty AU
Wen Ning remembers his first impression of Lan Xichen: gentle smile and impeccable manners. He remembers the overwhelming feeling of relief that his betrothed seems kind—not that his sister would have allowed otherwise. Even if his fiancée didn’t love him, maybe they could still be friends, he hoped.
Wen Ning supposes that impression still holds even now.
A pretty flush started on Lan Xichen’s ears and spread to those high cheekbones, his sweet smile even wider than normal, his crown and ribbon slightly askew on his head.
“Wen-gongzi!!!” he cried, standing quickly in what would have been a scramble if Lan Xichen were any less graceful. Wei Wuxian hid a laugh behind his drink, his own husband staring dazedly at him at his side. “Didi look!!!” Lan Xichen said to Lan Wangji, prompting him to look away from Wei Wuxian and to his older brother. “My fiancée is here!!!”
Wen Ning felt his face flame even as something unfurled in his chest at hearing Lan Xichen sound so happy to see him. Still, he was here for a reason.
“W-Wei-gongzi, why did you c-call me?”
“I do remember giving you permission to call me Wei Ying,” he replied with a playful grin.
Lan Xichen took his hands in his before Wen Ning could muster a reply.
“I asked him to,” he said earnestly, squeezing his hands. “I have a very important question.” Wen Ning found himself standing straighter at the serious look on his face, nodding in response.
“Of c-course, Lan-gongzi.”
“This is important,” he said again, nodding gravely. “May I call you A-Ning?”
“W-what?!”
“May I call you A-Ning?” he repeated patiently, that wide, beautiful smile still on his face.
“Y-You can call m-me whatever you w-want, Lan-gongzi.”
To his confusion, Lan Xichen vehemently shook his head.
“Only if it’s alright with you,” he declared. “And may I hug you?” he added. “I like you so much!!!” Lan Xichen looked so happy, so hopeful. Wen Ning felt the all his blood rush to his head.
“Y-you c-can,” he finally whispered, voice hoarse. “T-to b-both, I w-want you t-to.” He found he truly meant it, too, his stuttering getting worse with just how much he wants it, how much his nervousness was choking him. Lan Xichen’s arms were around him in an instant, sweeping him in so he was completely pressed to his warm, firm body, his face tucked into the crook of his neck. Lan Xichen’s chin rested on the top of his head as he swayed them back and forth, and Wen Ning worked his arms out from between them to hug him back.
“I can’t wait for the courting period, A-Ning,” he said, only a little quieter than before. “I’m going to spoil you! So much!” Wen Ning buried his face deeper. He swallowed and took a deep breath, like his sister taught him, and pulled away enough to look up at him.
“T-Thank you, A-Huan,” he whispered. Lan Xichen gasped and beamed down at him, squeezing him impossibly closer.
“I like you so much, A-Ning!!!”
Then all his weight dropped onto Wen Ning.
He caught him, looking at Wei Wuxian when the man laughed.
“He’s asleep,” he reassured in between giggles, wiping at his eyes. Still, there was something soft and delighted in his expression, enough to reassure Wen Ning this wasn’t a joke of some kind.
“W-what should I d-do?”
“If we wait a little while, he’ll sober up.” He took another sip of his drink, and Wen Ning only now noticed Lan Zhan asleep on Wei Wuxian’s shoulder. “Sit with me, and bring him with you. I’m sure he’d like waking up with his head in your lap.” Wen Ning hid behind Lan Xichen again, sure his face matched his robes. Still, he half carried, half dragged him to the table, carefully easing them down until they both sat and, after a moment of self-conscious hesitation, pushed Lan Xichen’s legs further out and guided his head to his lap.
Wei Ying met his eyes across the table, undeniably pleased. He pushed a cup to him, already filled with wine, but Wen Ning shook his head.
“N-no thank y-you, Wei-g--” he stopped, deciding to take another risk tonight. “W-Wei Y-Ying.” Wei Ying grinned. They sat in companionable silence until Wei Ying set his cup down with a quiet, definitive clack.
“He meant every word you know.”
Wen Ning nodded.
“He w-wouldn’t lie,” he agreed softly. Wei Ying stared at him for a moment, oddly serious, before the grin was back on his face.
“As long as you know that.” He took another sip of his drink. “Also, you might want to brace yourself for the courting period.” Wen Ning cocked his head to the side, a silent question. Wei Ying’s grin was a little frightening this time around in its blatant amusement, clearly at Wen Ning’s expense this time. “The Lans don’t half ass wooing.”
Wen Ning felt his cheeks warm again.
Evie/Rick/Ardeth - Paranormal Investigator AU
Sorry this one is so short! I couldn’t think of much for it unfortunately
“Evie, darling,” Rick said with a stare that spoke of being completely desensitized to this very situation, “please step out of the pentagram.”
“Oh!” She looked around and realized she was indeed standing in the middle of the pentagram, painted on the floor in a red liquid that Rick refused to contemplate the origins of. “Well, at least we know we’re going in the right direction. This was in my vision.” She still hadn’t stepped out of the pentagram, but before Rick could point that out again Ardeth walked by and took her hand, gently tugging her out of it. Evie swung the flashlight around again, distracted, as Rick and Ardeth shared a fond grin.
“See any ghosts so far?” Rick asked.
“No. I can’t sense any either.”
“So is this place haunted or just creepy?”
“Too soon to tell,” Evie replied, looking closely at the walls for any distinctive features. Ardeth looked to the side and ran his hand along the markings, neither of them noticing the pipe Rick willed away from their heads.
Fic writer questions in-coming~! 5) What is the perfect environment for you to write in? 8) Do you listen to music while you write? If so, share a song that’s been inspiring you lately. 19) Who is the easiest/hardest character for you to write about? Why?
5) What is the perfect environment for you to write in?
At night (I’m more alert) and in my room by myself. It’s easier to relax and focus
8) Do you listen to music while you write? If so, share a song that’s been inspiring you lately.
Sometimes? I alternate between working with a movie/show in the background or music, and silence, and I’ll tune out my background noise after a while. I do plan on writing a fic based on Tabú, Señorita, and Shameless because I really like their vibe.
19) Who is the easiest/hardest character for you to write about? Why?
Oh man. Sassy characters are easy for me because I’m sarcastic as hell. Repressed characters are hard for me because I keep accidentally make them more aware than they probably are or more communicative
Mag 7 prompt: "That time Faraday of all people was The Only Sober One and had to be the doubtful voice of reason. Possibly modern!AU." The Mummy prompt: "OT3. They end up in a situation where Ardeth has to flirt their way out of trouble since it's clear Rick and Eve are married and the two of them have to seethe with silent jealousy through the whole ordeal."
Here it is! Hope you enjoy it!
“No one is driving home!” Faraday snapped, snatching Goody’s keys from his hand. Billy giggled—actually giggled, Faraday realized with a shudder—at the sight and leaned against Goody. Goodnight looked besotted at the sound, which wasn’t an indicator of anything other than he was breathing.
“I don’t want to leave my car here,” Emma muttered, and Faraday whirled, ready to confiscate her keys too.
“What if,” Red started, pausing for a minute to regain his train of thought and continued, “what if Emma got in the car.” He ignored Faraday’s ‘no she won’t’ and finished, “and we all pick up the car.”
“What.”
Red was nodding and looked to Sam. Faraday sighed in relief. Sam didn’t look too drunk, and was easily the most level-headed one here.
“She wouldn’t technically be driving,” Sam conceded, a slight slur to his words. Vasquez was nodding next to him, and Faraday made a noise only heard from the truly forsaken and betrayed.
“Sí, that’s a good point.”
“No, no it really isn’t.” Faraday turned to his last hope. “Jack, back me up here!” Jack jerked from leaning against the car, blinking himself awake.
“I think all of us could lift it.”
“No, no you goddamned menaces! You are getting in cabs, going home, and sleeping this off!”
“Don’t tell me what to do,” Emma grumbled. Faraday threw his hands up, exasperated.
“Y’all are ridiculous, and I’m never going to be the sober one again.” He marched over into the street and let out a loud whistle. He grabbed the closest person—Teddy—and snatched his wallet out of his pocket. He herded Teddy into the cab, gave his address to the cab driver, and handed over the money. Faraday tucked Teddy’s wallet back into his pocket and closed the door. “Now.” He turned to look at the remaining group. “You can either get in the cab or I can toss you in.”
“You can try,” Billy snorted.
“You’re drunk off your ass and I’m barely tipsy.” He crossed his arms. “Your choice.”
They all glared at him and he knew he had worn them down. He also knew that he’d have to sleep with one eye open.
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Evie elbowed him lightly and Rick realized he was glaring at the hand on Ardeth’s arm. Ardeth leaned into it and told the man something with a playful smirk on his face, the man melting in the face of that quiet charm. Ardeth laid a hand on the man’s waist and turned to the two women next to them, turning that devastating smile of his on them next.
Rick reached blindly for Evie’s hand and let her tug him towards the door while everyone was distracted, smiling despite himself when she let out a growl when the man wrapped an arm around Ardeth’s waist. One of the women laid a hand on his neck, her fingers brushing his jaw, and that was the last either of them saw before they were out the back door and in the alley, the smugglers too captivated by Ardeth to have noticed them at all.
“I wanted to break their hands,” Evie muttered darkly as they walked to their hotel.
“He looked so uncomfortable!” She stopped walking and whirled to face Rick, crossing her arms with a scowl.
Rick nodded. Neither could have missed the tension holding his shoulders tight, the way he always kept as much distance as he could between all of them even while leaning towards them.
“And I--” she started, cutting herself off and walking again.
“Want him to be ours.” Rick waited for her to stop and face him again, a guilty look on her face. He smiled sheepishly at her. “I do too.” Her shoulders slumped in relief. “Right now we need to get back.”
For the pairing/AU/3-sentence fic thing: The Mummy OT3-Royalty AU, Faraday/Vasquez-Airship Pirates AU, Axel/Roxas-Coffee Shop AU, Kirk/Spock-Heist AU.
Here you go!
Mummy OT3 – Royalty
Rick, nothing but fondness in his voice, said, “Two royals in my bed; are you lost?” and crawled into bed beside them, torn as always on who to kiss first. Evie made the decision for him, pulling him down to her, Ardeth’s hand stroking feather light over the inside of his arm. He pulled back in time to see Ardeth bring Evie’s hand to his mouth and press an achingly loving kiss to the back, his fingers still tracing random patterns over Rick’s wrist.
Faraday/Vasquez – Airship Pirates
“Please don’t stand so close to the edge, cariño,” Vasquez murmured, wrapping his arms around Faraday’s waist.
“I’m not made of glass,” he grumbled even as he leaned away from the rail of the airship, but he couldn’t be too angry with him. He didn’t remember much from the day Bogue blasted him out of the airship, but he did remember Vasquez’s frantic face, and Vasquez pale and drawn and sleep deprived next to his hospital bed.
Axel/Roxas – CoffeeshopRoxas groaned out, “Anything with caffeine,” and the barista looked him up and down, clearly amused, and punched who knows what into the register.
“Thanks...” he trailed off, not knowing his name and took a sip of his mystery drink.
“Axel,” he replied, grin widening as the taste hit Roxas’s tongue and his eyes widened at the way it satisfied a craving he didn’t realize he felt, and added, “got it memorized?”
Spirk – Heist
Kirk cocked his head at the pictures in front of him, wondering what was missing until Spock handed him a picture of Chekhov, one of the few that existed of the hacker. He immediately kissed Spock on the cheek as his plan clicked into place in his head. The thrill of a plan coming together and Spock’s tiny smile exhilarating him in a way nothing else could.
