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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms, Dunk and Egg
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Major Character Death
Relationships: Baelor "Breakspear" Targaryen & Valarr Targaryen, Maekar I Targaryen & Valarr Targaryen
Characters: Valarr Targaryen, Maekar I Targaryen, Baelor "Breakspear" Targaryen, Matarys Targaryen (mentioned), Donnel of Duskendale (A Song of Ice and Fire)
Additional Tags: Canonical Character Death, Tourney at Ashford Meadow (A Song of Ice and Fire), Canon Compliant, Grief/Mourning, POV Valarr Targaryen, No beta we die like Baelor Breakspear, I was sad and I want all of you to be sad with me, Series: The Tales of Dunk and Egg (A Song of Ice and Fire)
Summary:
Valarr is told.
Only then Valarr realises what Maekar has been saying.
“Your mace?” he echoes. “Your blow?!” His hands are grabbing at Maekar’s shoulders before he knows it, knuckles going white as he struggles to find purchase on the metal of his armour. He hears the two Kingsguard knights stepping closer, but Maekar holds up a hand to make them pause.
“I do not recall the blow—I was trying to get to Aerion, I… he was walking from the field afterwards, he raised a hand in greeting, I—I did not know.” Maekar sounds like he needs to convince himself as well as Valarr.
He fails at both. Valarr shoves his uncle away, suddenly sick of his devastated face. “Away with you, then,” he hisses and turns to the room at large. “Out with you all! Now!”
Title: swords? not for you
Summary: Less talk, more action.
Preview:
The kunoichi straightens out of her crouch, exchanging a glance with Gekkō. “If you will allow me a bit more speculation, Uchiha-sama, it seems unlikely that dozens of shinobi of various ranks entered your Compound to scavenge and did so unnoticed.” She curls her lips in distaste. “If I were to have a theory, would it not make more sense for one… highly trained individual to have taken several blades at once, and then… distributed them to others?”
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Fandom: Naruto
Rating: Mature
Relationships: Uchiha Izuna & Uchiha Sasuke, Uchiha Izuna & Uchiha Madara, Hatake Kakashi & Uchiha Izuna, Eventual Hatake Kakashi/Uchiha Izuna (maybe)
Summary:
Izuna opens his eyes to find himself in an abandoned street littered with bodies bearing the uchiwa on their back.
He shouldn’t have eyes at all. He should be dying.
[Uchiha Izuna time-travels to the canon era… to land right at the tail end of the Uchiha Massacre.]
There is nothing Eunie loves more than making Mio smile. And it flusters poor Mio to no end.
A/N: oh my god i wrote a thing!!! hello all 3 mioeunie enjoyers. i love these two so much... please play xenoblade 3. this is like.... suuuuper self-indulgent <3
warnings: tickling and tooth-rotting fluff ❤️
There’s nothing quite like an afternoon of quiet, Mio thinks as she runs her fingers through Eunie’s hair, occasionally brushing over one of her soft wings. Eunie looks just about ready to fall asleep; her eyes are struggling to stay open, and the way she nestles against Mio’s chest and her relaxed sighs tell Mio everything she needs to know that her girlfriend is beyond happy.
“Hey… Don’t fall asleep on me,” Mio chuckles. “You won't be able to sleep tonight if you nap now.”
“Mmn,” Eunie groans. “You're makin’ it very hard not to, bein’ so comfy ‘n warm.”
Mio leans down and presses a kiss against Eunie’s forehead, “I’ll have to stop cuddlin’ you, then,” she teases.
“Nooo! You can't leave poor ol’ Eunie by her lonesome!” The High Entian whines, lifting Mio from where she lay on the couch into her arms, pressing their cheeks together. “She needs her cuddles!”
Mio rolls her eyes fondly, “she also needs to be able to sleep at night.” Eunie huffs, before laying back down on the couch, taking Mio with her so that the Gormotti is laying on top of her. “I think this’ll just make it harder to stay awake.”
“Shhhh…” Eunie presses a finger to Mio’s lips and, because the opportunity presents itself (and because Mio likes to cause mischief), she bites the tip of Eunie’s finger. Her girlfriend yelps, even though Mio’s bites are more like nibbles. “Hey! No bitin’!”
“I barely bit you,” Mio grins. She leans forward to kiss the tip of Eunie’s nose, then she presses another kiss to her cheek, and then another, and another. Eunie’s giggling now, squirming from Mio’s affectionate onslaught as the Gormotti kisses all over her face. She can't help but notice how Eunie’s laughter sounds different—it's light and bubbly, more akin to Sena’s giggles. Mio loves Eunie’s laugh, she always has, and the many different variations it has. From the hysterical cackles whenever Taion reacts to her teasing, to the soft little giggle-snorts when something really tickles her, Mio adores all of it.
“Mio!” Eunie cries, not out of protest, Mio knows. Still, she can't help but chuckle as she leans back to smirk at her girlfriend.
“What? I thought you wanted my affection?”
Eunie seems to take that as a challenge, apparently. Still giggling, she wraps her arms around Mio’s torso and rolls on top of her, subjecting her to the same barrage of kisses Mio had just given her. The Gormotti squeaks, caught in her own giggle fit as Eunie peppers kisses all over her face, eventually moving down to her neck, and Mio whines.
“Eunie-!” Mio squirms. She feels Eunie’s lips curl into a smirk against her neck. Uh oh…
“What’s up, love?” A wing brushes against Mio’s cheek—as much as she tries to reel back her reactions, she can't help but snicker at the ticklish sensation. “Aww, are my wings ticklin’ you?” Mio nods. “Good, ‘cause that's what I was goin’ for.”
Eunie nuzzles into the crook between Mio’s neck and shoulders, while her wings brush against the sides of her neck. Mio squeaks, twisting this way and that, but nothing reprieves her of the tickling. Pressed between the couch and her evil, evil girlfriend, the Gormotti can do nothing but giggle up a storm, and she knows Eunie loves it.
It’s a well-known fact, to anyone close to her, that Eunie takes advantage of anyone’s ticklishness whenever she can. Even the day Noah introduced Mio to Eunie, she remembers how the High Entian would tease and poke Noah whenever she thought Mio wasn't looking. Noah had warned her, when she and Eunie began dating, to not let Eunie find her weakness, but not without giving her a knowing smile.
Mio didn't know why at the time, but found out later, he was the one who told Eunie about her ticklishness in the first place! And oh, did he suffer for that. A bold move on his part, for someone as ticklish as he is.
With or without justice served, though, Mio was still subjected to Eunie’s playful teasing, and truthfully, she didn't mind it. Maybe she even liked it… but no one had to know that. Least of all Eunie. Titans forbid she found out that Mio actually enjoyed being tickled by her… she’d never hear the end of it!
So, she keeps up her facade, as best she can.
“Eunie!! Nohoho!” Mio giggles, trying to push Eunie off of her. Eunie only tightens her grip, and now she’s nibbling her neck and sparks alive it tickles. So. Bad. “N-nNOHO nihihibbling!! Not thehere-!”
“Not where? Here?” Eunie lifts her head to look at Mio, hair messy and cheeks flushed, and her eyes sparkle with fondness. She smiles, tracing her fingers over the spot she was just nibbling, wings twitching happily as she admires her work. “‘s funny how one little spot can be so ticklish,” she says, probably not meaning to tease, but Mio’s cheeks flush darker regardless.
“You’re one to talk,” Mio pouts. Eunie raises a brow.
“Sorry?” She isn't sorry, her tone speaks more of a challenge. Mio takes it.
“You’ve got plenty of sweet spots yourself! Don't act like you don't!”
“I’m not,” Eunie chuckles. “I’m well aware of my own ticklishness, thank you very much. I just don't melt into a puddle whenever I get tickled.”
“Unless you get teased,” Mio grins. Now Eunie’s pouting. “Isn't that right, my little dove?~”
Eunie’s face flushes in surprise, and for a moment, Mio thinks she has the upper hand. That is, until Eunie’s grabbing her wrists with one hand, hovering over her with a grin she’s come to recognize all too well.
“You’re just askin’ for it now, love,” The High Entian’s free hand hovers over Mio’s stomach, fingers wiggling in anticipation, and Mio averts her gaze, squeezing her eyes shut and biting her lip to stop the anticipatory giggles bubbling in her chest from escaping. “Aww, ain’t that cute? I haven't even touched you, yet you're all smiles and giggles already. It’s adorable how you try and hold back…”
Eunie’s index finger begins tracing shapes over Mio’s tummy. The Gormotti’s skin jumps underneath the touch, breaths uneven and staggering as she tries to stop herself from giggling. She makes the mistake of peeking at Eunie, who’s looking at her with a smile so wide, so pure, Mio swears she could've melted into the couch right there. A familiar rumble resonates from her chest before she can help herself, so enveloped in the feeling of butterflies fluttering in her stomach that she doesn't realize she’s-
“...Mio, are you purrin’?”
Mio’s eyes widen, realizing that, yes, she was purring, and that she’d totally given herself away. Eunie’s eyes soften as Mio tries to hide her blushing face in her shoulder, but really, she can't hide from her. Not when the purring gets louder the longer Eunie circles around her tummy.
“Oh, you looove this, don't you?~” Eunie coos, gently scribbling her fingers over Mio’s ribs. “You like it when I tickle you like this? All soft ‘n gentle? Yeah?” Unable to deny it, Mio just nods, and she swears Eunie swoons at that. “Ain’t that just the most precious thing~”
Mio can't reign back her reactions any longer, and the restrained snickers and flustered whimpers become bright, bubbly giggles. Eunie’s wiggling fingers are merely grazing her skin, yet somehow it tickles so much worse. Her girlfriend’s touch is so agonizingly gentle as her nails trace over the ticklish grooves of her ribs—Mio can't help but squeak at that—and the loving gaze that’s fixated upon her only makes Mio feel more sensitive, somehow.
“Your laugh is so cute…” Eunie swoons. “You’ve always had the best reactions. Your cheeks get all red ‘n you try and hide it, but tryin’ to hide leaves all your tickle spots unprotected. Not to mention your lil’ squeaks and squeals are, like, the cutest things ever.”
“Nooohoho… ‘s nohot!”
“Is too! Don't you go tryin’ to deny it!” As if to prove her point, Eunie’s fingers drift over to Mio’s right side. She slowly traces her nails up and down the Gormotti’s side, and despite how soft the touch is, Mio’s giggling up a storm. She tries twisting away, but Eunie’s got her thoroughly pinned. Her sides are especially ticklish, and of course, Eunie is all too familiar with that.
“EunieehehEE-! DoHOHON’T— s-stohOHAP!!” Mio squeals. Her girlfriend only snickers at her ticklish plight.
“‘Don’t stop?’ Wasn't plannin’ to~” The High Entia teases. She lets go of Mio’s wrists so she can use her left hand to claw Mio’s left side. The Gormotti lets out another squeal, twisting away from the digits attacking her from the left, but Eunie's one step ahead. As Mio twists away, nails begin scribbling at her right side, which causes her to squirm to the left, only to be met with more tickles. Eunie has her trapped in a cruel cycle, and she falls for her trick every single time.
“Tickle tiiickle~” Eunie coos, watching as Mio continues to wiggle underneath her. Her fingers drag down Mio’s sides, only to worm their way underneath the Gormotti’s shirt. The gentle scribbling of Eunie’s nails against her bare skin only makes Mio’s laughter jump up an octave.
“EuniehEHEHEEEE!!” She shrieks. “ThAHAT—AHAH! Th-thahat’s not fahAHAIR!!”
“Oh, you think this isn't fair?” Eunie raises a brow. A mischievous smile creeps its way across her features, slowing down her ministrations so Mio can breathe. “Wait ‘til you see what I’ve got planned!” She pauses the tickling, but her hands still have a firm grip on her girlfriend’s sides.
“Sparks…” Mio pants, face flushed down to her neck.
“You alright, love?” Eunie asks. She gently brushes Mio’s hair from her face.
Somehow, Eunie checking on her makes her face flush even more. The genuine love and kindness she shows for her only makes Mio feel even warmer.
“Yeah… ‘m good,” she manages through deep breaths.
“You never told me how much you like this,” says Eunie. “I mean, you’ve never purred like that before when I tickled you.”
“It's… Ah… The soft… T-Tickles…” Mio looks away, flustered beyond belief. “I, um, like… the—ehehem! Hehey!” Before she can finish speaking, Eunie’s nails are ever-so-softly tracing slow little circles on the sides of her bare belly. Before long, Mio begins to purr in between giggles, her squirming more restrained like she's trying to keep still. It’s unfair, Eunie thinks, that Mio is this cute.
“Juuust like this, eh?” Eunie coos, and when Mio nods, the High Entia swears her heart explodes. “Sparks, you're adorable.”
Mio herself feels seconds away from bursting at the seams. The way Eunie’s touching her, her mischievous smile, her nails merely ghosting along her skin and sparks she's moving to the sides! It makes the relentless fluttering in her stomach so much more intense, her face flushing darker than it probably ever has. She can't help but try to roll onto her side, it tickles so much.
And then she feels Eunie’s fingers scribbling on her lower back, and all hell breaks loose.
“NohO—NonononOHOHAHAHA—! EEEHEHEHAHA!!” Mio shrieks, her squirming increasing tenfold. It's a useless endeavour, though, because it seems this is exactly what Eunie was waiting for. She wraps her arms around Mio in a tight hug, buries her face in her girlfriend’s neck, and both hands snake under her shirt to tickle her back. As Mio arches her back on instinct, it only gives Eunie more access to her worst spot. “NohOT THEHE—AHAHAHAA! P-PleheHEHEASE!”
“Please what?” Eunie asks, giving a gentle kiss to Mio’s neck. “Please do… this?” She blows a raspberry against Mio’s neck, delighted at the squeal Mio lets out. Getting an idea, Eunie briefly stops tickling so she can scooch back a little, straddling Mio’s thighs. Her head hovers above Mio’s belly, wings twitching excitedly and Mio’s already giggling again! She brings her hands to Mio’s sides to keep her in place, and grins as the realization of Mio’s fate creeps across her girlfriend’s face.
Eunie's lips meet Mio’s stomach, and she starts blowing raspberries, and Mio screams.
The Gormotti absolutely loses it. For the next few torturous, wondrous minutes, the world is nothing but the tickling. Eunie's wings come forward to brush along her sides as she continues to blow raspberry after raspberry until Mio’s laughter’s gone silent. She taps Eunie's head twice, and hesitantly, she pulls away, removing her hands from Mio’s sides.
She watches as Mio catches her breath, face still completely flushed and smile still wide. Yawning, Eunie lays her head on Mio’s chest, feeling the rise and fall of her chest and the beating of her heart.
“Eunie,” Mio says. “It's still too late to take a nap.” She shoots a glance at her girlfriend, who just snuggles in closer, pretending to ignore her. Mio rolls her eyes, smiling fondly, before an idea pops into her head. One that’ll keep Eunie awake, and will let her get her revenge.
Her fingers graze the sides of Eunie’s ribs, before she claws at the ticklish crevices between the bones, and once again, the room is filled with laughter. And Mio's heart is full.
i cannot put hema (historical european martial arts) into my already extremely niche doctor who fic because there is no way to fit it into the 70k words i already have written. unfortunately my brain did think the words "jake/mickey hema au" and i know this idea will be running in the background of my brain until i at least have it dumped into the notes app of my phone. the problem is that if jake did hema, it would fix him. he would be too happy. all the angst would go straight out of my very angsty fic. like. my experience with hema has been full of punk gays. jake would fit right in. also being hit over the head in a safe & consensual way while wearing a fencing mask would be good for him. much like you sometimes hit a vending machine to produce a candy bar, being knocked on the head with a sword produces serotonin.
mickey would try swordfighting briefly but he'd mostly be into archery. jake would do broadsword and grapple the shit out of people like a tricksy bastard. i will not elaborate further.
"Yes, he's beautiful.", Silver had told him one day after their usual clash of metal versus metal, half asleep and bathed in the dying evening rays of rose and gold. "But how do you know that the blue he sees is the same blue that you see?"
Through Yuliy's eyes, Riddle unfurled like a crimson butterfly awakening from his coccoon and spreading wings the size of the entire sky, stars sprinkled on the delicate membranes like glitter, galaxies drawing patterns on them with a divine brush. Riddle was ethereal, both inside and out. He clawed through the hell that was thrust upon him with bloody fingers like rose petals caught in the wind, gaze up to the ladder, climbing it, lifting himself higher, higher above and beyond what he knew, what he was taught to know, what he believed his limits were.
How do you know he's the one for you, was what the knight was insinuating. But did Silver know? Did Silver know of how had Riddle tried, his ascension towards betterment? Did he see how much he cared?
They promised to work on each other together, and who if not Yuliy could challenge people who didn't know any better about the redhead? Who knew better how much he tried, how he physically struggled to contain the raging inferno inside him, curling fists until the nails drew blood, but did not let his anger upon others if he could? Who knew better that raging inferno than someone who housed a typhoon? After all, one storm knew another on a level calm breezes could not.
He had seen the kindness many believed was lost on the Teapot Tyrant. He was seeing it in his delicate touch towards his favorite hedgehogs and the Vorpal, fed sugar cubes from his tiny palms. Had seen the gentleness with which he reprimanded students who did wrong but did not know any better, educating them for their own good. He was it in the little exasperated sigh, with which Riddle even helped him and AC/DC with what they didn't understand, because existing in a magical environment without that power what like having one limb cut off or tied in the back and unusable. He saw it, he saw it, and he kept seeing it everywhere, until he could see nothing else.
And in turn, he did his best to grow accordingly, to thrive and help, all in the insipiration of that crimson butterfly, until he could see it staring at the mirror from behind his own blue eyes.
He had paused when Silver asked him. But he had an answer now.
"The thing is. I don't see blue. I see red. And together, we see lilac."
Chapters: 1/2
Fandom: A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Baelor "Breakspear" Targaryen & Matarys Targaryen
Characters: Matarys Targaryen, Baelor "Breakspear" Targaryen, Daeron Targaryen (Son of Maekar I), Valarr Targaryen, Aerion Targaryen (Son of Maekar I), Dunk | Duncan the Tall (A Song of Ice and Fire), Maekar I Targaryen
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Baelor "Breakspear" Targaryen Lives, (at least for a little while), Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Series: The Tales of Dunk and Egg (A Song of Ice and Fire), Tourney at Ashford Meadow (A Song of Ice and Fire), POV Matarys Targaryen
Series: Part 2 of great dragons (great tragedies)
Summary:
Matarys joins his family for the tourney at Ashford Meadow. Fate changes.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Lord of the Rings: The War of Rohirrim (2024), The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Haleth | Child of Helm Hammerhand & Háma | Child of Helm Hammerhand & Héra (War of the Rohirrim)
Characters: Háma | Child of Helm Hammerhand (Tolkien), General Targg (War of the Rohirrim), Wulf (Tolkien)
Additional Tags: Fix-It, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canonical Character Death, (but it happens differently), Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Háma | Child of Helm Hammerhand Lives, Háma would have shot Wulf first in this essay I will—
Summary:
Háma son of Helm is many things, and there are many things he is also not. But he is neither a coward nor a fool, and perhaps only a dozen men across all the Mark could hope to match him with bow in hand.
until becoming ouroboros, taion wasn't one for physical touch. he'd hardly ever been touched at all by his peers in lambda, or even gamma. mio and sena would give him a pat on the shoulder every now and then, but that was it.
the kevesi side of ouroboros, however, are drastically different. the first time taion saw the three of them piled on top of each other in a mess of blankets made him realize that... maybe he craved physical affection more than he thought.
he tries to keep it to himself, but the others see right through him. especially eunie—sometimes he really wishes interlinking didn't expose so many things. she's definitely been more touchy with him lately.
he doesn't mind, though. he's discovered that eunie gives great hugs. her arms are wrapped around him now, and he can't help but feel grateful for her.
"y'know you can always just ask for a hug, nerd," she says.
yes, he could, but he likes that eunie can see through him. she doesn't need to know that, though. her hands soothe over his back, and taion feels like he could melt into—
"aH—?! wh— hehey!" taion yelps as the soothing turns into poking. eunie's fingers are prodding his back, and sparks, it's really ticklish.
"ticklish?~" eunie grins. "looks like mio was right, you're squirmin' like a piranhax outta water!"
poking turns to gentle scribbles. eunie's nails softly rake up and down taion's spine and the high entia cackles at the squeal taion makes. yet he can't squirm away, eunie's arms are still tightly wrapped around him. what a time to learn being tickled sapped his strength...
"euniEHEHE! noho! ahahA—" his knees give out from underneath him, but that doesn't stop his partner. she simply pins him to the ground.
"i always wondered why you'd flinch when i hugged you," eunie says, acting as if her fingers weren't wreaking havoc on taion's ribs right now. "i figured i'd ask mio, 'n she said you were 'just kinda sensitive.'"
she continues over taion's laughter, "that's what every ticklish person says when they're tryin' to deny it. an' it looks like you're real ticklish~ so, really, if you're gonna blame anyone, blame mio."
...taion finds himself asking for hugs more often after that.
