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is your light on? | ch. 25/26: close the loop (17,169 words) | ao3 steve harrington/eddie munson; rated e; 294k+ words [read chapter 25] - [read from the beginning]

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#11 for sifkiiiii

from this touch prompt list, for encouragement

thank you SO MUCH for sending this and making me write, i hope you enjoy it :)

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"Sif, wait!" His voice echoes down the cloister and Loki is grateful she is the only one to witness the way he tears across the flagstones, a tinge of desperation dripping into his tone, "Hold on!"

Sif stops short, turning so sharply, he almost stumbles into her, her whole being radiating tension. If Loki were more sure that his wrist wouldn't end up broken, he would smooth out the crease in her brow, or catch her clenched jaw in his palm, but they still haven't spoken of this strange energy between them, the one that feels like a fire blazing just beneath his skin, so instead he tightens his grip on the prize hidden in his fist as she studies him, frustrated.

"What Loki? I am already running late. If I'm not at the arena with my armor on in half an hour I—"

"I just wanted to give you this," he lets his hand open, revealing three thin strips of material wound into a braid.

The pieces are simple enough; the leather formerly a bookmark, eased out of his favorite volume of poetry, the soft green fabric sliced from the edge of his favorite cloak, the delicate golden threads pinched from his mother's weaving basket and sparkling with a hint of magic. It is the simplest of favors for her to wear, one that will surely be hidden by her bracers as she fights and the long sleeves of her dress at tonight's feast, but his heart is in his throat as he holds it out towards her, willing the heat he can feel at his throat not to rise to his face.

"I eagerly await your victory, and I would be honored to know that you pummeled those fools into the ground wearing a symbol of my—" he coughs involuntarily, his throat going suddenly dry, "my favor."

"Victory," she scoffs, teeth flashing against her bitten lip, "sure."

She looks downtrodden and he tries not to let it sting too much that she has clearly missed his barely subtle subtext, instead focusing on the uncertainty in the slump of her shoulders.

"What do you mean? Surely you believe this year's tournament is yours for the winning, no?

"I don't know." Her voice is smaller than he's ever heard it, his ears straining, even against the silence of the stone around them, "What if I can't? What if I choke?"

It is unnerving to see someone so confident withdraw so steadily into herself, a fear Loki has only witnessed in brief flashes suddenly eclipsing her. He knows what this must be like, the overwhelming terror in admitting your weakness to another and so he catches her hand, letting his thumb draw gentle circles against her knuckles. She looks up and an infinity seems to pass as he loses himself to the overwhelming feeling of all her precious focus being directed at him.

"Sif, you're and bolder and more brilliant than the lot of them. They underestimate you, they always have, and today you show them why that's not just a mistake, but a tactical failure. You'll destroy them and they'll never see it coming."

"You really think so?"

Truthfully, he always finds it best to be cautious, to never promise anyone anything he cannot guarantee, but the hope that lights Sif's eyes is addicting and he could not bear to be the one to dash it.

"I know so." The moment of uncertainty passes and the smile that breaks across her lips rivals the sun, "Now, may I offer you this token ahead of your match?"

"You may."

She frees her hand only to offers her wrist to him and Loki fumbles with the braid as he tries to loop it around once, twice, finally succeeding on the third try. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see how her eyes have softened, how she huffs out a silent laugh at his awkwardness, and allows it to bolster him. They have spent years dancing around their feelings and despite his clumsiness, never before has he felt so confident of his reception, so after he ties off the knot, Loki allows his thumb to slip under the bracelet and brush across her racing pulse.

"Also, I wanted to ask, do you still remember how to get to the tower in the eastern wing?"

"I do," if she is surprised by this turn of conversation, she doesn't let it show, "why?

"I think I might find myself up there perhaps an hour into tonight's festivities. You know, there'll be no better spot to watch the fireworks or the stars after that." Finally he chances a glance up and is rather pleased by the flush softly staining her cheek, "I already have my eye on a particular vintage from father's cellar and I...it would be nice to celebrate. Just the two of us."

"Oh?" He nods, not quite willing to press his luck further, but then she laughs and it sounds like relief, like finally, "It sounds perfect Loki, I would love that."

Beyond them, a bell chimes and Sif snaps to, her attention clearly split between staying here, extending this moment as long as they might dare, and running at a full tilt to the armory so she might have a bit more time to prepare.

"Go," he says, already looking forward to watching her dance across the training yards, "I'll find you later."

She squeezes his hand and for a moment, Sif's eyes dart down to his lips, considering, but she just shoots him a wink and a smirk before she turns and runs down the rest of the hall, Loki's heart and his favor going with her.

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To Love (is to Enforce Change)

Existence as an iterator was a gilded cage. Five Pebbles only saw the bars. Seven Red Suns could see the gold. If it took pretending the door was open to make Five Pebbles see it too, then pretend was what they would do.

2.8k words of SRS cuddling Catboy Pebbles

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[riverside-lavender]

oh shut the fuck up google docs.

you want me to say hasn’t here? they hasn’t harmed him? you yell at me for this but not the million other mistakes i’ve made with tenses???

[yangwonz]

SYNOPSIS: you and jake have been the biggest fans of the group ikon for as long as your friends can remember. it was no suprise, that the two of you went crazy when it was revealed that they will perform at seouls one of (if not the best) festivals alongside with a lot of different artists whom all the six of you enjoyed. after getting the tickets, time went by quickly and now it’s almost time to leave your tiny city for the 3 best days of your life! the only problem is that you guys are not friends anymore.

PAIRING: kinda fboy!jake x fem!reader

GENRE: smau, festival au, comedy, fluff, angst here and there, slowburn kinda, (ex-)friends to ??? (that’s gonna be a suprise)

WARNINGS: english is not my first language, ignore the timespams, lots of cursing, jokes about death, mentions of alcohol, sexual jokes, smoking/vaping, jealousy, oh and jakehoon are kinda assholes :(

FEATURING: members of enhypen and txt, ikon + kim hanbin, a bunch of khh artists and kpop groups/soloists (as performers)

STATUS: ongoing ! (slow updates)

TAGLIST: open <3

A/N: hii yall ! <3 this is my very first smau so i’m kind of nervous but also veryyy excited ^_^ please leave me feedbacks so i know what you’re thinking hehe

extras: skit 1 | skit 2

0.0 profiles: little family <3 | (un)lucky men |

future festival bestiez

0.1: mr.y/nkisser

0.2: prettily

0.3: mission: gowon (+written)

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sleepy bunnies

Aa self indulgent fluff fic! Aka Legend and Ravio being cute boyfriends

It's short, because it's purely for my selfish desire to write the relationship I want but will never have 💔

Ravio would pay good money to make this morning last forever.

Running his fingers through soft, pink curls, he let out a soft sigh. The sun is barely up, but Ravio couldn't help but wake up early. His hero had returned yesterday morning, along with his—seemingly extended—family. He missed having the hero in his arms, it felt nice. Ravio can't even remember the last time the hero was here, next to him like this. He has a new scar, a small one, just under his lip. Ravio wonders how he got it. ‘No matter’, Ravio thought, his fingers still brushing through his partner's hair, ‘He's always getting injured anyways.’ Legend looks almost peaceful like this. He's relaxed.

‘Good.’

Feeling the other man shift, green eyes darted down again, only to find a pair of tired, pink eyes staring back up at him. “You're awake.."The pink hero mumbled softly, face nestled against a pillow. “Mornin, honeybee.”Was the response, and Legend let out a content hum. “Time’s it?" “The sun just came up, mr hero." Shifting again, Legend sat up slightly. “Why are you awake then?" Shaking his head, Ravio simply made Legend lay back down, promptly trapping him in his arms. A silence, before a small whisper escaped the hero. “I missed you." Ravio knows that Legend is bad with emotions, he doesn't even tell his sister that he likes her, so that comment tugged at his heart til he smiled. “I missed you too. A lot. You didn't tell me.." “I know, rabbit. ‘M sorry." Ravio frowned, gently nudging his head against Legend’s. “Hey..we talked about this, bunny. You couldn't help it.” He's right, Legend knows he's right. And yet, the guilt remains. He left his boyfriend without warning to go on his seventh adventure.

It's a miracle Ravio stayed. There's no real reason why he sticks around, not really, because Ravio’s excuse of staying for Legend's rupees is wearing thin. I mean, he can't stay for that if Legend's never even home.. He's not complaining, of course he's not, he loves Ravio's company in the rare moments he gets to be with him, but… Ravio is odd. Really odd, actually, but Legend doesn't want that to change. He likes him better this way. “I need to get up."Ravio broke the silence, sighing. Upon hearing a noise of protest, Ravio playfully hit Legend. “We have guests, Mr Hero.” “Don't care. They won't be awake anyways.” “Link.” “Ravio.” With a slight sigh, Ravio settled back down and nuzzled into Legend. “You can be a pain, mr hero." “Yeah."Legend laughed lightly, eyes closing again. “You love me though." Hearing Legend laugh made Ravio's heart swell up. The hero barely laughs, he doesn't have much to laugh about. It's a beautiful sound though.

“Wouldn't want you any other way, honeybee.”

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✧ Arcana ✧

My new WIP and what I know about it so far!

☾ It’ll be split into two parts: Major Arcana and Minor Arcana

☾ The Minor Arcana will be split into even smaller parts— the suits (wands, swords, pentacles, and cups).

☾ Each chapter will be representative of one card from the traditional Rider-Waite tarot deck in one way or another.

☾ The chapters will definitely not be 1,500-2,500 words long, as I have 78 of them to write.

☾ Only one protagonist this time— I promise.

☾ “Cities at night” type aesthetic along with old shops that feel odd & out of place.

☾ Takes place in either Manila (Philippines), Singapore, Seoul, or Rwanda.

☾ LGBTQ+ fiction

☾ Characters of color

☾ Magical realism

☾ Literary fiction (?)

Tag List (Ask to be +/-): @sunandshinee @writingamongthecoloredroses @ettawritesnstudies @rhycantspell @just-perhaps @abalonetea @monstrouswrites @magic-is-something-we-create @antisocialdragonenby @etddivine @lordfenric @medusaswrites @adaparkwrites @cadewrites @uptown-worm @holdup-pause @grewsolow @gaydemiboy @sautrns @albatris @mshelleys @neptunely 

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is your light on? | ch. 24: cipher | read on ao3 steve harrington/eddie munson, rated e; 275k+ words; chapters 24/26