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Some day I'll write some fanfic explaining how Klinger and Father Mulcahy became hippies after the war.

Hi i was wondering if you could do some richard from tommy boy x reader wife fluff. If not thats totally fine. thanks a ton!

So sorry for the late response homie, but I can totally do this 😎 I've got a few fics along those lines already started, so I'll move those to the priority pile for you <3

Literally never a problem to request stuff :)!

Hit me up if y'all wanna see more content ✌

-T.

Hi! I don't know if you take requests from prompt lists anymore, but if you do, can I request from pl #5 with number 4 and/or 14 with Toby Flenderson, please? If you don't, than sorry, please ignore me. Have a great day/night!

Holy crap I've been lacking on this account 😭 Sorry for not posting anything lately y'all, I've been visiting family and dealing with some personal health issues.

I totally take requests from any time period about literally anyone lmao :) Toby is actually one of my favorite characters from the office??? So I've actually got a few fics already started for my boy 😎 I'll make sure to post those along side yours for sure!

Never worry about hitting me up about requests though! There are very few things I won't do, the only issue is finding the time to write them sometimes 😩 but I swear I'm working on them y'all 🙏 patience is key

Thank you for the request and well wishes :)

Hope you have a fantastic day/night as well!! 💕💖

-T.

Could I request a hc of the fellowship from lotr and/or the hobbit being together with a aro/ace partner? (mostly here to ask for Gandalf since I get aro/ace vibes from him)

You don't have to do this one if you don't want to. I'll be happy if you then could pass it on to someone else who might :)

@tinteaspilled

seems as though we are both resonating at the same frequency.....so you most definitely can! Being aro and ace myself, this is definitely an ask I'm excited to complete :)) I'm gonna make hcs for all the characters, but I'm thinking I'll make the Gandalf one into a whole fic...maybe some other characters as well...so hit me up if want me to include any specific characters!! >:]

-T.👁👁👍

Are you a fan of Jake Gyllenhaal? What do you think of his movie that's coming out?

If you are interested maybe you could write for his many characters that he has played

Dude, I was obsessed with this man for yearsss 😭 He's played in so many fantastic movies that it's hard not to appreciate him to be honest.

And if you're talking about The Guilty I am beyond excited 👏 I love seeing him in True Crime/Intense/Thriller-esque roles, so I know it's gonna be great.

Alllsoo, to be honest, I've actually got a few Donnie Darko and Detective Loki fics sitting in my drafts waiting to be finished lmao; so I'm definitely gonna be poppin those out eventually. Any particular character you wanna see @david-winters-93?

-✌ T.

I don't know if you write these stuff but

How about you're sick and severus have to take the baby or babies to the class for day?

If you're not okay with it,It's okay

(Sorry if this hard to understand,English is not my first Language)

Hope you're having a lovely day,thank you💕

A/N: Drabbles are closed, but this request made it in juuuust before I closed requests.

The joyful squeal of a baby caused a break in the silence of the classroom. Every head snapped up, staring at Severus as if they had just seen a ghost. Severus’ free hand came to the baby’s back, rubbing sweet circles to encourage his child to settle down to let the students work.

Not that any of them were actually focused on their work. They were too distracted by the babbling infant in their professor’s arms. To say that the students were surprised to walk into class to see Severus bouncing a baby on his knee was an understatement. Most of them didn’t even know that he had a personal life, let alone a child. They were avoiding asking questions, and they were trying not to stare too much.

In their defense, Severus had never brought your baby to class before. Usually you were the one to keep an eye on your child during the day, and Severus usually took over in the evenings. However, you hadn’t been feeling well the night before, and by the time morning had rolled around, you had fallen ill. You weren’t dangerously sick or anything of that nature, but you definitely weren’t well enough to tend to an 8 month old all day.

Severus was worried about you being sick, and insisted that he take the baby to class for a day to allow you to fully rest. Besides, she was an easy child and never caused too much trouble. But she still was a baby after all, and she couldn’t help but get excited over the new environment and all the fun sounds from potion making.

“If you have prepared it correctly, your potion should be bubbling,” Snape instructed as he walked around the room, your child in his hold, “Make sure that it doesn’t-”

He was cut off when she shrilled again, her smile was bright and wide as her hand pointed wildly at the cauldron in front of her. It was the cauldron of Ron Weasley, who had (not surprisingly) produced the potion incorrectly to cause it to turn a shade of purple. Your daughter looked at Severus and then back to the cauldron to let him know that she liked whatever she saw.

Ron looked at the infant with a raised brow, and then tilted his head at his professor.

“Is it right then?” Ron questioned, referring to if the baby’s outburst was any indication of his progress with the potion.

“No,” Severus huffed at Ron, “She just likes purple.”

Ron’s shoulders drooped in defeat, his voice grumbling at his wrongly produced potion. Severus continued to walk around the room, surveying his students and instructing them through the steps. He lightly bounced your daughter as she looked around, her noises of jubilance and thrill only getting more frequent as the class went on. 

Eventually, she was squirming in Severus’ arms, suddenly restless and more interested in looking around herself. This brought the class to a halt as Severus held her out in front of him and looked at her with an amused look.

“How about I let you crawl, pumpkin?” He asked rhetorically to the infant, knowing he wouldn’t get an answer.

The floor was clean enough for a baby to wander, so Severus allowed her to free roam around the room. She was a swift crawler, and she practically made a beeline to the feet of Draco Malfoy. She was clearly fascinated by him, her little arms raising above her head as a request for Draco to pick her up. He stared down a the child as if she were a figment of his imagination, not having the slightest clue as to what he should do with her.

Thankfully, the young Slytherin was saved when everyone swarmed around the baby. They were excited, because suddenly they wanted to play with her. All the students formed a circle around her, taking turns tickling her and talking to her. Severus made a few attempts to rope all the kids back to their work, but they proved to be fruitless, because they were more interested in her.

After all, she was enjoying all of the attention. Her legs wiggled with glee as she sat in the midst of all these young teenagers. Turns out she had just wanted someone to play with all along.

“She is SO cute!” Pansy Parkinson beamed as your daughter smiled at her.

“How is she so fast?” Neville Longbottom gaped as she zoomed from Hermione to him.

“She has your eyes, Professor!” Hermione Granger proclaimed.

Severus couldn’t help but grin from where he watched at his desk. People had always told him that her eyes matched his. They were pools of inky black that were mysterious yet beautiful. He took a lot of pride in that. 

Severus let the students play with her until class was over, everyone saying goodbye to her as they filed out. Severus returned to her, scooping her up and bringing her to his desk once everyone had left.

“You’ve had a big day, yes?’“ Severus spoke as he sat at his desk.

Severus had a break for the next hour or so, and he took that as his chance to catch up on some work now that her playful mood had been satisfied. It really did warm his heart to see the students interact with her. He hadn’t expected this day to go as well as it had.

“I should bring you to class more often.” Severus said to her.

She didn’t reply since she couldn’t talk yet, but she made a content whimper before resting her head on his shoulder. 

Severus continued to rub her back, rocking her and lulling her into a well needed nap.

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      ✧ Genre/Prompt: Fluff

      ✧ Pairing: Abner Krill x [Gender Neutral] Reader

      ✧ Word Count: 1,008 Words

      ✧ A/N: This isn’t a series exactly, but these drabbles can be considered to exist in the same universe. Feelin like this fic doesn’t flow as much as I’d like, but hopefully it does our boy justice. Abner Appreciators Do Interact!!

Now, say what you will about Belle Reve, but on some days it had its benefits. That is, you thought it had its benefits. Most prisoners, and any sane person for that matter, knew that nothing good came from the deadliest prison in the entire country. Entire world for that matter. It held all the people society deemed unfavorable as well as every super-villain that the authorities could catch.

And despite all that, you still found the small slivers of good buried within its decrepit walls. Most notably being the person you found yourself wanting to spend every waking second with. Your favorite person in the whole world. A person named Abner Krill. 

Though a tad reserved, you found yourself subtly charmed by the, admittedly, attractive ‘villain.’ It had taken years of forced conversations, shared food, and small gifts but, sooner or later, Abner had warmed up to you. You were the only person he had known that had ever shown him kindness just for the sake of being kind. This sense of security and trust you two created over the years only served to strengthen your bond and, over time, Abner began to see less and less of his mother in you; finally being able to appreciate you as your full self. Looks and all.

And while he appreciated your love and beauty with every fibre of his being, it was the little domestic moments you two shared that he loved the most. The moments where he felt the most human. The moments where he was normal and not looked at and analyzed clinically. The moments where he could pretend he wasn’t locked up like some piece of discarded trash and rather, at home with you by his side. 

Moments like this.

“Soooo, which one you want? We got gold, black, teal...I think?, and this nice shade of red.”

Abner peered at the various bottles of colored liquid you had spread out around the both of you and thought about which one would be a good choice for you two.

They all looked nice....but which would be a good fit for this month? 

....

More importantly, how could a decision so small be so frustrating?

He picked at the remnants of the emerald green nail polish stuck to the edges of his thumb (a choice you had made last month) and gave you a pensive look.

“Ah geez....I don’t know......What d’you think?” 

Wagging your finger at him, you let out a disagreeing noise.

“Nuh-uh, not fair. I picked last month’s color. It’s your turn now dippin’ dots.”

This only made him more frustrated.

“C’mon, please? Give me something to work off at least??”

Although seemingly harmless, situations such as there were a sad reality between you and Abner. 

Whenever a decision had to be made you were usually the one who had to make ‘em. Abner, out of no fault of his own, always had this underlying fear that you would somehow hate whatever choice slipped out of his mouth; perhaps looking to berate him like all the others. Unsurprisingly, that had not been the case. You had, in fact, enthusiastically supported whatever he chose to do in every situation. [As long as it was morally correct that is...] And throughout both of your sentences at Belle Reve you had slowly, but surely, gotten him out of the habit of using self-depreciating humor. A trait picked up through his countless trauma responses. Not unlike that of his undying cynicism.

That being said, it was during mundane, domestic situations like this that his trauma occasionally resurfaced; the comfort being a little too foreign and unwelcoming for his taste.

With a reluctant sigh, you pushed the gold and black bottles together. The clink of the glasses breaking the momentary silence.

“Well, I’m pretty sure that rumor of Waller picking us for the new suicide mission is true. So if that’s the case....these two might match best with our costumes.”

Pushing the red bottle over to the others, you continued your sentiment...

“Buuuttt, this might be a little more flattering if that’s the look you’re going for.”

Your opinion seemed to do the trick and it appeared as though Abner had finally made up his mind.

“How about all three..?”

He scratched his chin out of nervousness, but ultimately looked content with his choice; looking up to see if you approved as well. Which you did. 

“Why not! It’ll go perfect with your polka-dot man persona. Gotta love a man who stays in uniform.”

With a suppressed smirk he shook his head and hid his head in his chest, a

“Yeah, yeah okay Captain Cold..like you’re one to talk,” being let out underneath his breath. 

Huffing, you kicked his shin playfully.

“I heard that y’know. You keep that up and you’ll be painting your own nails buster.”

That seemed to humble him enough and soon the fake groveling began; praying for your forgiveness so he wouldn’t fuck up his nails like he had countless times before. 

Laughing at the stupidity of the situation, you both lamented on the grey cloud that was closing in on the distance. Neither of you knew what would eventually happen on the suicide mission you would no doubt be forced to attend, but at very least you had moments like these to live off of. Ones where you both could live as domestically as you could, knowing that, despite your situation, you had each other. 

Each waiting out the storm with the other. Each holding each other when things got rough. Each fantasizing about what could’ve happened had things been different.

And while it would take some time before Abner would fully grow into his own, at least you could go to sleep peacefully knowing you were one of the rare few that got to see him at his best.

All you knew for certain at the moment though was that you had a lot of work to do if you wanted to get you guys’ nails done before dinner.

  ── ❝ It’s You, Because No One Else Makes Sense❞ ──

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       ✫彡Genre/Prompt: Fluff/Fluff Alphabet

       ✫彡Pairing: Weyoun x (Gender Neutral) Reader

       ✫彡Word Count: Idk man, a lot

       ✫彡A/N: Mentions of trauma, etc. (y/f/c)=Your favourite character

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A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

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With defection came a wide plethora of new foods, ideas, and things to explore for the Vorta. And Weyoun wants to explore every single one with the one he love most: you. 

A few of his favourite activities to indulge in include watching films and trying out new culinary delights. He, of course, has no sense of aesthetic, but with your help he begins to finally understand the simple pleasures in life. 

If anything, when it comes to films, he enjoys analyzing the character’s behaviour so that he can apply his newly gained knowledge to those around him. Whether it has any real life application and truth is something that he will happily figure out through trial and error. 

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B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

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If something is perfect, can someone really pick an aspect to favor over all the others? That’s how Weyoun views it at least. So why should you be any different?

To Weyoun, every aspect of you was sculpted by the Founders; there was not one part of you that was less than perfect and Weyoun intended to prove that point every day. 

Despite that though, Weyoun has a strange interest in your eyes. He read somewhere that the eyes were the gateway to the soul, and to know that he can access the depths of your inner psyche just by gazing into your eyes intrigues him more than anything else has. If your soul was anywhere near as beautiful as your eyes, Weyoun swears that he would fall even more in love with you.

Oddly enough, he is also particularly found of your arms. He knows it’s a weird thing to focus on, but the way in which you wrap them around him makes him feel like the safest person in the galaxy. Especially when his fears begin to dominate his thoughts.

Mentally, he appreciates your compassion and honesty. Before you, he had only encountered those who had their minds made up on how they felt about him. No one tried to get to know the real him and had attempted to look past the responsibilities the dominion had thrust upon him even less. When you came around though, he finally got to experience what it was like for a person to care for and appreciate even the smallest aspects of himself.

And to be cared for and loved in such a genuine way for the first time is one of the most emotional things to a love-starved person. 

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C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

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Anytime you feel burdened by an issue, Weyoun is by your side in an instant. He knows how it feels to be unappreciated and unloved so, if that's something you've been struggling with, he is more than happy to sit down with you and silence those fears. 

Working to make sure you know how much of a priority you are to him is as vital as breathing in his books.

If you have a day where you feel more depressed and apathetic, he has no issue laying with you and taking care of the aspects you feel like you can't deal with. Even if that means calling in sick for you, cancelling both of your appointments, or just helping you bathe.

Being skilled in the art of diplomacy, as well as being educated on all sorts of human issues, Weyoun knows how to deal with everything in a timely and efficient manner; especially when it comes to people. So if it’s an interpersonal issue you’ve been dealing with, he is more than glad to take the reigns and deal with people for you. 

Overall, he can't stand seeing you in pain of any kind. 

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D reams -  How do they picture their future with their s/o?

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Before defecting, Weyoun knew that there was little point in dreaming up a future with you. Although you liked his company, you did not like the company he hung around. And that was something that he knew would keep the two of you apart.

After defecting, he let his inner fantasies run wild. The more he learned about you, your culture, and everything else about you that he could get his hands on, the more he wants to be like the things you love. Anything as long as it meant he could be with you. 

There’s little that he doesn’t want to do with you actually. Get Married? Already bought the ring. Have a child? Don’t even mention it, he’s got time set aside or adoption papers ready as you speak. Up and run away to live a peaceful life by yourselves? The escape pod is ready darling...

All in all, Weyoun just wants to be there for and with you. So your future together is just based on what you and him are most comfortable with; which is usually something of your choice.

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E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or are they rather passive?

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Ever since he defected from the dominion, Weyoun has had a tad bit of trouble being dominant over someone he respects so highly. With those he considered beneath him, it was easy to be dominant. But with someone he loved and basically worshipped? He could never.

He is excessively submissive in a relationship, but that isn’t necessarily a bad thing. To you, this is a fantastic opportunity to shower him in affection, praise him, and let him heal from the horrific treatment he received at the hands of his 'Gods.' 

It may be a lot different than what he is used to, but after he gets the general feel of it everything clicks into place. 

Only after developing trust in your relationship will he begin to show his newly developed dominant side towards you. And let's be honest, we all liiivvee for dominant Weyoun 😩👏👏

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F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How is their fighting?

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True to his nature and profession, Weyoun is undoubtedly good at defusing situations; your fights being one of them. Though, that also means you two end up having a shockingly small amount of ‘fights’ over the period of your relationship. 

With your sympathetic and compassionate nature, as well as his diplomatic skills, you two have an effortless system devised in order to get to the root of every issue that ends up popping up.

Much like how he was to the founders and his ‘superiors,’ Weyoun is almost too willing to forgive your slip ups and mistakes made against him. And, although this may seem nice, the fact that he accepts any unwarranted judgment towards himself really concerns you. Just like many other traumas from his past, you are trying to help him move past and heal from certain experiences that make him feel inferior and unworthy.

If you two somehow did end up getting into a fight, he is somewhat ruthless with his words. When he reverts back to his old ways to comfort himself, he ends up being cold and calculating; putting himself in a better position so that he can feel safe and keep you at bay. When you both finally realize why he does this, you both make an attempt to heal the trauma and move on. 

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G ratitude - How grateful are they they in general? Are they aware of what there s/o is doing for them?

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Being a born diplomat, he is naturally grateful. He understands the effort and care you put behind things, so he has no qualms with expressing his gratitude towards such efforts. 

Given the fact that he has had to be on the look out for everything his ‘enemies’ did, as well as anything that would make the ‘gods’ upset, he notices every little detail you put into things. This is especially true when it comes to you guys’ relationship; he knows how hard you work to help him heal, and he puts in just as much effort for you day in and day out.

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H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything? 

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Besides the secrets he has to keep for work and other people, Weyoun keeps an open and honest stream of communication between you two. He knows how vital knowledge can be when trying to achieve a goal. Especially when that goal is love. And, in order to experience everything that love has to offer, one lesson he is forced to learn is that of mutual trust.

Quid Pro Quo essentially. 

If you are willing to be vulnerable and trust him, why shouldn’t he be the same way?

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I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

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Being honest, you and Weyoun have both learned something from being in a relationship together. 

For Weyoun, he learned the importance of vulnerability and how not everyone has negative intentions towards him; he can make friends with people AND receive things in return without having to give back. For him, anything foreign was not to be trusted. Everyone had negative intentions and didn’t realllyyy like him. But after you two got together, he learned to heal from those emotional wounds and learned about parts of himself that he never would have under the Dominion. 

On top of that, he learned to let loose and have fun with the things he experiences. Instead of always looking for the practical use of things and attempting to be productive, Weyoun begins to take his time and relax. Something he has, admittedly, never done before. 

On your part, Weyoun was taught you a lot about self-discipline and charisma. He taught you how to not only handle your emotions, but the emotions of those around you. And while others have picked up on the weird, but not entirely unwelcome change in you, they refrain from bringing it up. Especially when there’s a suspiciously intense Vorta breathing down their neck every time they do.

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J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

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Keeping you guys’ relationship a secret came with a lot of things. One of the main ones is having other people hit on you. CONSTANTLY. And while he too appreciates your beauty and personality, he feels as though he is the only one that should be graced with all the secret and vulnerable parts of you. Only he can be with you and know you on an intimate level.

So imagine how awful it felt when he learned that you had friends. The kind that you told loved and respected as well. Oh the humanity; boy is devastated.

Being serious though, he hides his jealousy very well. At first it wasn’t an emotion that he could pinpoint very well; he knew he was upset, he just didn’t know the reason why. 

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K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

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Weyoun is a fantastic kisser. Cannot. Stress. This. Enough. Man’s calculated, educated, precise, and adaptable. Of course he’s gonna pick up on all the little mannerisms you enjoy and prefer. Being honest, Weyoun probably does a plethora of research before you two have your first kiss so that he doesn’t disappoint you. The Vorta have no use for physical affection, so things like this, at first, are very confusing to him. Until he gives it a shot and learns about the benefits of it he’s probably hesitant to try things out with you.

His first kiss with you probably looked something like this:

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L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

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I feel as though Weyoun would really go all out for his confession, but like, in a very subtle way. Weyoun has no prior experience with being in a relationship, so naturally he has to do some research. Especially when he isn’t even sure what emotions he’s beginning to feel towards you.

At first he began to look for signs that you could possibly like him back. Flushed cheeks, nervous tone of voice, longing glances thrown his way, seeming too interested in your conversations and time spent together, literally anything. If you didn’t, then what was the point in wasting time admitting his feelings? Better to avoid it entirely than get outright rejected...

If you do show signs of having feelings towards him he begins to plan his next move: confessing. 

In order to achieve the best possible result, Weyoun researches everything he can on your interests and preferences. He picks the perfect date location, best food options, and even wears cologne that meets your scent preference. Then, he casually asks you if you want to spend sometime together and lets the night unravel itself; everything calculated, but not outright obvious.

When the night hits its peak, he begins to reveal all the emotions that he’s been developing towards you. He explains what drew him to you, how you’ve changed him, and how excited he’s become to move on from his previous lives. All because of your presence in his life.

It shocks you, no doubt, but you can’t help but believe him when he says:

“It’s you, because no one else makes sense. Whenever we’re together, the struggles become worth it and I find that I can only make it through the day when you’re around.”

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M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

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To Weyoun, being able to legitimize your union and show the universe just how dedicated you are to each other would be an absolute dream. Despite his apprehensiveness about it.

Once he learns to trust you fully (which will take a significant amount of time) the first thing he wants to do is ask you to marry him. Since he doesn't have any real friends, and even less people like him, you two have a small wedding on a friendly planet close to Deep Space Nine. You end up having (y/f/c) be your (person) of honour while he has Keevan be his best man. Along with what little company you two have, you both enjoy yourselves to the best of your abilities; having your ceremony, sharing the food you love, and exploring the woodland region you two got married in.

He doesn’t have any traditional clothing to wear from his home planet, so he gets Garak to tailor a purple suit to match nicely with your lilac wedding dress/purple suit. 

Something like this:

Overall, you both have a wonderful day and even better night.

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N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

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Since Weyoun isn’t accustomed to the many nicknames those in the Alpha Quadrant use, he uses those from his own tongue. His favourites include waiyau/waiyauta and zhimata because they’re straight to the point. He knows that no one else aboard Deep Space 9 understands Dominionese, so being able to reveal that you’re his partner and lover in an indirect manner feels amazing to him. If anything, it’s the only way that he can openly admit you’re in a relationship. 

But if anyone asks what it means he just says it’s a term of respect. Nothing too suspicious.

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O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

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When he’s in love, Weyoun doesn’t seem so intimidating. As much as he would like to admit differently, Weyoun is a die-hard romantic. Instead of breezing by stores in boredom like he used to he now stops to peruse their inventory; hoping to find something that you might like. 

Ever since you came into his life Weyoun began to slowly loose the facade that he had previously held together so efficiently. People begin to notice him becoming less focused on manipulating them and more interested in seeing things from their point of view. This boosts his popularity with other people, but also makes their suspicion double. It isn’t until people start realising that he’s in a relationship that they slowly start trusting him.

With you, Weyoun is more carefree and curious. He is free to explore ideas previously foreign to him and feels safe enough to voice opinions that would have been deadly to reveal in a past life.

Weyoun expresses his love in every form possible: written word, physical touch, kind and loving words, and small, but meaningful actions. It provides a welcoming distraction to his hectic life and makes him content, aware that his actions will bring you immense joy.

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P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

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Given his past and current occupation, Weyoun is reluctant to release the status of your relationship to the public. His natural possessive instinct wants to show everyone that you are his and no one else's, but reality prevents him from doing this. If one of the countless enemies he made over the course of his lives decided that they wanted to seek revenge on him, what’s stopping them from using you as leverage?

As strong as he knows he is, seeing you get hurt would break him. Which is why he tries so hard to keep your relationship private. 

‘What other’s don’t know won’t hurt him’ is something that he lives by.

He is, by no means, shy to show you the affection you deserve, but he is scared of the repercussions it may have. So, instead, he does small things to show that he cares.

A smile when your glances meet across the room, a hand on the small of your back when he manoeuvres around you, pulling you into a dark corner to sneak a kiss- y’know, small things.

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Q uirk - Some random ability they have that's beneficial in a relationship

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Weyoun is very direct and calculated with everything that he does, so your relationship is no different. His directness and decision making abilities aid in the physical, mental, and emotional aspects of you guys’ relationship; making it so that you two never get bored, upset, or unsatisfied. 

The conversations that you two have are heartfelt, interesting, and always honest. He never wants you to keep secrets from him, so why would he keep secrets from you?

Additionally, with him knowing almost everything about anything, he knows all the best places for you guys’ dates as well as the best locations to purchase things from. Which saves you both time and money in the long run (yet another important aspect of a relationship)

And when it comes to getting physical....well, at least you can rest easy knowing all your needs will be satisfied- in the best way possible.

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R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative? 

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There’s no doubt that Weyoun is one charismatic Vorta. He was a diplomat for a reason y’know. 

The man oozes a suave persona. (Albeit an infuriating one) But it’s one that captures your attention and keeps it over a long period of time. He knows just enough psychological techniques to keep you interested, and is unique enough to get you to keep coming back. And though he may not be an expert when it comes to being in a relationship, the little eccentricities he elicits from you by just being himself brings you back to a time where you were free to be your authentic self. Which is something that is far more lovely than a bouquet of flowers.

(Which is something that he also get you a lot of. what can he say though, you can’t beat the classics)

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S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

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If there is one thing that Weyoun respects, it’s ambition. While in the Dominion, Weyoun was exposed to some of the most driven and ambitious people in the galaxy. They had a goal and would do anything to achieve it. 

So if you have goals that you are set on achieving, he is all for helping and supporting you. Even if it means manipulating the system and the people in it to get you there faster.

He just wants to see his lover live their best life :)

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T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

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Weyoun, to a fault, is a man of deep caution and habit. Although he gives off the initial impression of being a people pleaser, Weyoun is actually very sceptical of anything that messes with the status quo. Especially when it comes to being vulnerable with another person. 

That being said, Weyoun does not require anything new to happen in your relationship to be satisfied with it, but isn’t entirely opposed to any ideas you come up with. You just need to work your way to those ideas in a slow and calculated manner.

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U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

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With the amount of lifetimes he had to live, added onto the importance of his job, Weyoun had developed an impressive memory. Which definitely came in handy in you guys’ relationship. 

Important dates? Memorised and planned for accordingly every year. Preferred love language? Picked up on and provided 24/7. Favourite foods? Given to you often and bought frequently. Having a bad day? Immediately sensed and dealt with with care. 

In summary, this man has the ability to not only the perfect companion and employee, but lover as well. 

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V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

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Having been in no relationships before you, Weyoun puts careful consideration into who he gets involved in. And, as a result of that, he holds his relationships in high regard. You have been with him for as far back as he can remember after boarding Deep Space Nine for the first time. Something that he does not take for granted. 

Before defecting, he respected and valued you as much as an associate could. After defecting though, he began to realize that his feelings were much more than just respect and admiration. Instead, he finds that he cannot get through most days without hearing your voice or seeing your face. All in all, your relationship becomes one of the most important things in his life. Even if he’s dying, the only thing that’s on his mind is you. Not his general safety or if he’s gonna be okay, but YOU.

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X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

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When it comes to public displays of affection, Weyoun is 50/50. If you two are in a relatively private area, he is all for slipping his palm into yours; caressing it while he thinks up strategies for new projects and assignments. Affection and flattery is one of his many skills- something that he prides himself for with you. When it comes to public areas though, he is somewhat hesitant. He has made a plethora of enemies through his various lives and it has made him cautious. There is no way to know if they will come after you, but all he knows is that he isn’t willing to take any unnecessary chances. 

With friends and acquaintances around though, he is slightly less afraid to praise you and show small bouts of physical affection. 

When alone, he gives one-hundred percent in affection. Curling up next to you, cuddling, holding hands, running his fingers through your hair, rubbing your back, literally no form of physical affection is left undone by this man.

His favourite way to show his love though, is cuddling. And while he claims to prefer being the big spoon we all know this man would absolutely melt if you held him.

His favourite position would have to be this one though:

He just feels so loved and appreciated- as if he is finally safe after all the years of stress and paranoia.

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Y earning - How will they cope when they're missing their partner?

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Although he can maintain a very convincing facade, Weyoun has his occasional slip ups. Which surprises a large sum of people when it happens.

From the time he was still under Dominion rule to the time that he defected, you remained, unwaveringly, by his side. And when that sense of security and stability is taken away, he tended to get excessively antsy. 

To cope, he reminisces over the photos and videos you took together and by calling you whenever you are able. 

The poor boy just misses you so much and mopes around your shared quarters until you return. 

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Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

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Once given a chance to experience what being in a real, healthy relationship is like, Weyoun would not be that willing to give it up. Give you up. He’s lied, cheated, manipulated, and killed for less. So imagine what he’s like for the person that he’d risk dying for?

All in all, there are no depths that Weyoun wouldn’t stoop to in order to maintain your relationship together. Nothing left to say.

Sukha

Pairing: Baileywick x Reader

Author’s Note: Okay, Okay, Okay, off topic, but does Baileywick give anyone else Capricorn/Gemini vibes??? I swear, earth and air signs just be acting a certain way 😔 I could spot a fellow earth sign just by their slightest mannerisms I swearrr Lmao. 

Being real though, this has been sitting in my drafts for so long :( so sorry.

Also, I did not do as thorough a proof-read job as I wanted to on this, so sorry for any errors you may find! On a different note, this one is for @ucantseemaowo34​ !!! Thank you for this ask! Baileywick doesn’t get enough love fr, so this felt fantastic to write :) 

While growing up, you had always desired one thing: 

To work at the Enchancia castle. 

Come to think of it, there wasn’t a time that you hadn’t wanted to work at the most prestigious castle in all the land. That is, the most prestigious castle to you. With its stunning architecture, fantastic workers of all creeds, and, of course, the welcoming royals, the castle had seemed like a paradise for someone like you. But there was one thing that drew you to the castle the most. And that was your dear friend Baileywick. 

After moving to Enchancia in your twenties to pursue your dream, you had run into Baileywick while at a local market. It was one of his rare days off, and he had chosen to go purchase some gifts and some items he had forgotten to purchase days previous. And while walking towards the aisle with the whittled figurines at one of the shops, he ran into you. 

Not recognising you from his years of living in Enchancia, he immediately sparked a conversation and offered to tour you around what he said was the best kingdom in all the lands. 

At the time you only slightly agreed with his opinion, given you didn’t know everything about it, but overtime you grew to love the land as much as him; with its cheerful population and bustling city, you knew that it wouldn’t be hard to join their little community. 

The only problem had been finding a job...With little work experience, you weren’t sure what place would fit you best. Your father had taught you the skills of carpentry as a young child, but it wasn’t something that you thought would be easy to find a job for. As Baileywick pointed out in his tour early on, the city already had a fine group of carpenters that didn’t need apprentices. So it didn’t seem as though they, or the castle staff, needed another one to add to the mix.

When Baileywick brought up the topic of careers, he immediately noticed your dread. When you explained the source of that dread though, he promptly eased your worries with one small statement: That the head carpenter at the castle was looking for a partner to aid in his work. And, as it turns out, the man was a friend of your father.

All in all, it seemed as though your dreams were in closer reach than you thought.

Flash forward two years later, and you were thriving in your field. Similar to Baileywick, you had dedicated almost all of your time to your trade. The only difference was that you both began to take more days off in order to spend it with each other.

So much so, that you both set aside one to two days a week to spend together doing whatever it was that caught you guys’ interest that week.

For that last couple of weeks though, Baileywick had noticed that you had been cancelling on him more and more frequently. This was something that flashed immediate red flags in his head. Something had to be wrong; the only thing he had to do was figure out exact what it was that was bothering you.

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Walking out to the shed you and your fellow carpenters worked in, Baileywick hesitantly knocked on the intricately designed door. He had hoped that you would be the one to open the door and invite him in, but his wishes were sadly not met.

“Hello Baileywick! Haven’t seen you around these parts in a while, is there something you need?,” Reginald, the head carpenter said.

“Well...There is actually. Is (y/n) here?”

Looking behind him, Reginald snapped his finger and opened the door wider.

“Actually, they are! They should be at their station in the back.”

With a pat to the shoulder Baileywick thanked him and manoeuvred his way over to you.

Which was easier said than done.

By the time he got close to your work station, he realised that most of the space was taken up by a large wooden object. This, upon closer inspection, turned out to be an impressively designed wooden statue; something he remembered the king commissioning not too long ago. Come to think of it, it was commissioned around the same time you started flaking on your meet ups...

...

“(Y/n)?”

 Uh-oh, you thought, he finally came looking for me..

Letting out a nervous laugh, you turned around to sheepishly look at Baileywick.

“Heyyyy Baileywick..long time no see huh?”

Not finding the humour in your words, Baileywick gave you a scolding look. This only made your nerves worse but was ultimately anticipated. You had been working so hard that you hadn’t realised just how long it had been since you had last seen him properly. Unlike him, you were disheveled and looked as if you hadn’t slept in weeks. Which wasn’t far from the truth....Something you knew he was aware of.

“Ha Ha (y/n), very funny. Is this what you’ve been doing these last two weeks? You look like you haven’t taken a break since you started!”

Hearing it from him made the reality really sink in. You spent so long trying to finish this project as fast as you could that you forgot to focus on your own health and close friends. The guilt pooled in your chest at the thought and you finally gave him a dejected look.

“Well, I mean, yeah. The king wants this project done as soon as possible, so I thought if I pulled a couple all-nighters I might get it done faster and have some more down time. Didn’t realise how much that would backfire though...”

Oh (y/n), he thought, always putting work before yourself..

“Well, if that’s the case, it seems as though a well deserved break is in order. A walk in the woods might do you some good (y/n); you could clear your head and finally explore the kingdom’s landscape in more detail like you’ve always wanted.”

This idea did interest you, but there was only one thing keeping you from following through with that plan: you had been isolated so long and had no one to go with.

Sensing your anxiety and reluctance, he decided to try and ease your discomfort.

“Do you not like that suggestion? You can always do whatever else you want, I just thought some fresh air and movement would do you some good.”

Responding quickly, you let out a, “No! No, that idea is fantastic Bailey! I just....I’d rather have someone to....y’know, go with me and do it....”

Oh, he thought. 

“Would you like...me to go with you....?”

With a confident grin, you said the first thing that came to mind: 

“Of course!, Who else would make better company than you?”

That statement was what gave him the confidence to confidently say yes and join you. The fact that you were so adamant on wanting to spend time with him despite how bad you felt made him feel those familiar butterflies in his chest. And, for a moment, he felt as though he finally had a chance. A chance to admit how he felt about you. 

After preparing the supplies needed for a hike in the woods and getting into the proper attire, Bailey met you at the gates of the castle.

“You all ready to go?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be!,” you quipped.

With a fond smile Baileywick offered you his arm and guided you two to the gate.

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The first twenty minutes of your walk was done with excited chatter, but stopped when the beauty of the flora around you began to blossom and capture you guys’ attention; making you both decide to take a break in order to admire it and harvest what you could.

With that in mind, you pulled your basket in front of you.

Seeing that you were focusing on the fauna surrounding you both, Baileywick decided to scavenge for any edible vegetation. The first being the regions more notable mushrooms.

Picking up the nearest mushroom to him and twirling it between his fingers, Baileywick thought back to the first time he started having feelings for you.

His first glance at you in the market square had him gazing in awe- that he can confess to. But beauty often hides the truth, so more time was needed to know if your beauty was deceiving.

And, as he soon found out, the women inside matched the beauty outside. To him, the longer you worked together the more your personality shone. And goodness was it bright.

Every little action you made was perfect in your own little way; even if you would claim otherwise. You constantly changed his perspective on the way he viewed life and he knew that, although you didn't conform to his way of living, he wanted to conform to yours. Even at the expense of his perfectionism.

And though that might be the influence of Sofia talking, he did acknowledge the change that you brought out in him; and he appreciated it. Instead of trying to perfect everything down to the last inch, he let things flow naturally. Instead of getting irritated when things weren’t done the way he wanted, he let people have their own creative liberty with how they went about things. And instead of being happy by himself, Baileywick now realised he wanted companionship. More specifically, companionship with you. 

All in all, Baileywick thought it was only appropriate that you knew these feelings, otherwise it would be awkward on both of your parts. He felt as though you should know how he felt and, in the back of his brain, he hoped that you would reciprocate those feelings. 

So when you both reached what seemed to be the most beautiful lake he could find in Enchancia to rest at, Baileywick instantly felt that it was best he confessed to you here. Because who else than you deserved absolute perfection?

Gazing over to you, Baileywick felt a fond smile creep onto his face. Despite his workaholic nature, he would give up all of his life’s work just to live in this moment with you forever. Your face reflected the purple and orange hues just perfectly and he swore you looked angelic.

Inching closer to you, he took a strand of your hair and began to twirl it around his finger. You raised your shocked eyes in response, which only let your blush become even more evident to him. 

“Bailey?,” you asked, watching him observe your features lovingly.

Pressing his forehead against yours, your breath intertwining and a content affection being built, Baileywick responded with a smooth:

“Sometimes I feel sick…so anxious and sick- as if my heart is trying to beat its way out of my chest. At first I thought I caught a cold from the children, but when it got worse around you I knew it wasn’t just a biological mistake. You were what made my heart race. You were what made me feel like a lovesick teenager again. Looking at you just now, I knew that I had to tell you...” 

Pulling you into a hug, his chin resting on your shoulder, he finally admitted it: “(y/n), I love you. I’ve loved you for years. I just thought you should know because you’ve made such an impact in my boring stiff life. Whether that’s the Sofia in me taking I don’t know, but it remains true just the same.....”

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Not hearing a response, Baileywick began to pull away from you. That is, until he felt you latch onto him tighter. Staying still, he felt you shaking a bit- as if you were laughing. And for a moment, he felt a bit upset. He had poured his heart out and that was how you respond?

Recoiling, he let out a brief, “Hey! Now what’s th-”

And then he saw it: you had tears in your eyes! That definitely wasn’t the reaction he was expecting; he wanted to make you happy, not make you cry! Showing his concern, he quickly said: “Oh dear! Are you alright?”

Looking up at him, you let out a giggle through a toothy grin.

“Of course I’m alright you old fool, I love you too! You just don’t know how relieving it is to hear you say that. I was worried that I would have to hear Miranda tease me about my crush on you for the rest of my life!”

Hearing that, Baileywick let out a hearty laugh of his own.

“She teased you as well?? I swear I haven’t been able to get Roland off my back for an eternity! That man does not give up easily, I’ll tell you that..”

Smiling fondly at him, you could only think one thing: God bless the King and Queen of Enchancia for their childish teasing. 

A laugh broke out between you and, in that moment, everything was right in the world. Everything was how it should be and the two lovers were finally able to live out their dream life: the one where their person loved them back.

58 Drafts and I'm still adding more 😩🤚 Hoping to slowly start finishing and publishing them soon for those of you waiting for your requests 👁👁👍 so be on the lookout and send in requests! I'll literally write for anything lmao

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      ❀ Genre/Prompt: Fluff/headcanons

      ❀ Pairing: Francis Mulcahy x (Gender Neutral) Reader

      ❀ Word Count: 1,180 words

      ❀ A/N: Been on a René kick as of recently (on top of M*a*s*h and Star Trek) so I thought I’d throw this together for the fun of it. No disrespect to the character or religion, but for fanfic purposes Imma change it up so he’s able to date and all that. We’re just gonna assume that Catholic priests can do all that for the purpose of the fic 👀  Not the best work, but I hope y’all enjoyyyy!!!

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❀ Despite being free to be with and love who he choses, the concept of being with another person in a romantic sense was no easier for francis to understand than it would have been if he couldn't

❀ He wasn’t a womanizer like Hawkeye, a lover boy like Duke, or even a charmer like Painless

❀ Hell, he wasn’t even as good with women as Frank Burns was

❀ And that was saying something

❀ All he was was a nerdy romantic with little confidence in his abilities

❀ That being said, he didn’t realize any of this until he joined the Korean War

❀ More specifically, when he met you during the Korean War

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❀ When the 4077th M*A*S*H was created he was one of the first people added to the staff

❀ Ironically enough, so were you

❀ Being apart of the ‘Support Staff,’ you two were stationed together and even got put on the same transports to move to your new unit

❀ And, given the fact you all are forced together with people you don’t know, introducing yourself to everyone is bound to happen

❀ This idea was both nerve-racking and fun to Francis, but he was hoping that he’d meet someone friendly first

❀ So how lucky do you think he felt when the first person he introduced himself to was you?? 

❀ This meeting, though slightly forced, ended up actually being quite enjoyable

❀ The countless hours it took to go from the States, to Hawai'i, to Korea, etc. provided an adequate amount of time to you both to get to know each other and the life you held before you were drafted

❀ You guys’ experience ended up even better when you learned you were stationed in the same camp

❀ This meant you both had a friend to make the transition easier!!

❀ Something a lot of people did not get

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❀ Francis has to constantly be studying, interpreting, and teaching the Bible, so he is almost always seen with his nose behind his pocket Bible and notebook

❀ So one way that you make him feel involved and appreciate is by always sitting in silence with him as he prays and reads/writes

❀ Some people find it boring, but you find peaceful

❀ He always scoots a little closer to you and occasionally shows you the passages he is reading and tells you what he thinks about them

❀ He does this to spark a conversation, and you appreciate the effort!!

❀ Cause sometimes he gets hyper focused and it’s hard to get his attention

❀ Ironically though, once you get him talking he usually can’t stop

❀ A lot of people think he’s shy and introverted but he’s actually very personable

❀ He is a gemini after all!!

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❀ You don’t like his nickname Dago Red since it’s used as a term of disrespect, but you reluctantly go along with it since he didn't seem bothered by it

❀ Instead of using it you gave him a new nickname

❀ Well, one of many that is

❀ Too many. This man was too precious so of course you can’t just stop at one

❀ In order to be more respectful to his Irish heritage, you dubbed him Acushla/Macushla

❀ His favorites were sweetheart and darling though

❀ They just feel so domestic and wholesome that he can’t help but internally gush over them

❀ In a way, they help him forget that he’s stuck in a vicious and pointless war and puts him in a more stateside mindset

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❀ Life in the war seemed to flash by him, but also drag, ironically, exceedingly slow

❀ And all he and the rest of the camp knew was that they had to do their best to ignore the difficulties the war threw at them and the ones in need

❀ The only issue with this dynamic being the fact that someone has to act as an emotional support when needed

❀ And that person was usually him

❀  Francis definitely has his moment of depression

❀ A depression that leaves him hopeless and distraught

❀ But now, despite the difficulty of the war, his mindset has been vastly improved

❀ Instead of having to rely on himself or vices when he’s at his lowest point, he now has you to lean on 

❀ After being together in the war for so long, you two even developed a sort of sixth sense that immediately lets the other know when they’re needed

❀ Despite it being a weird little aspect of you guys’ dynamic, it proves to be the one saving grace he has when everything becomes too much

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❀ Once you two get into a relationship he swears he’s become the happiest he’ll ever be 

❀ It was the kind of slow burn romance that made him take forever to pick up on the cues you dropped 

❀ He’s very hesitant to enter into a relationship given he doesn’t have much experience, but you help bring out the romantic in him

❀ Which calms his nerves a bit

❀ You two get teased by the rest of the camp since you are too wholesome for the environment, but it’s all lighthearted fun

❀ In reality they’re just jealousy that you guys are able to have a healthy and relationship despite the war raging around you two

❀ Honestly, he’s the sweetest, most innocent lover you’ve had

❀ Which makes his small suave and romantic moves so shocking

❀ He’s a surprisingly good kisser despite his lack of experience though

❀ The reality of kissing is different than what it’s shown to be, but Francis really makes every kiss feel like you’re in a movie

❀ When it comes to getting intimate or doing anything past ‘the point of no return’ you two end up stepping back and forcing yourself to wait

❀ Although he loves you and wants to have a future with you, his faith comes first

❀ Gotta keep this Godly man pure 😩

❀ On the time that you two get off together you usually end up either reading with each other, listening to radio, taking walks, or spending quality time together

❀ But, when the night gets late and the excitement of the day dies down, you both whisper about the various adventures your future together holds and the plans you want to make come alive

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❀ At the end of the day, he’s glad he got drafted

❀ No one willingly wants to go to war and see the endless suffering on both sides but, as a man of God, he knows that everything happens for a reason

❀ To him, you are that reason

❀ You are the part of his life worth suffering for

❀ And now that he knows you reciprocate that feeling, this war just got a fraction better than before

Never in my life have I been so viciously and personally attacked.....😔 I cannot go one bad day without watching this lest i die

Bitches be like “this is such a comforting movie it makes me feel so safe” then this is the movie

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So...we’re just gonna collectively agree that @abeautifuldayfortea​ is a precious angel that we must protect.....right 😳? 

Thank you for tagging me for this! You are so sweet :))) I hope you have a day as great as you 😩<3

I suppose since I have thirteen different works in my drafts it’s only fair that I leak a part of one lmao. The prompt was that you post seven or more sentences of your wip, so here’s a part of the Baileywick request i got from @cant-say-mah-name​ :) Hope you enjoy!:

“Picking up the mushroom and twirling it between his thumb and index finger, Baileywick thought back to the first time he started having feelings for you.

His first glance at you in the market square had him gazing in awe- that he can confess to. But beauty often hides the truth, so more time was needed to know if your beauty was deceiving.

And, as he soon found out, the women inside matched the beauty outside. To him, the longer you worked together the more your personality shone. And goodness was it bright.

Every little action you made was perfect in your own little way; even if you would claim otherwise. You constantly changed his perspective on the way he viewed life and he knew that, although you didn't conform to his way of living, he wanted to conform to yours. Even at the expense of his perfectionism.”

As with the tradition, I will tag a few spectacular writers to do this as well (if they want to!): 

@lightofthemoonglow​, @merlins-mushrooms​, @livenerdyandprosper​, @make-me-imagine​, @bush-viper-cutie​ and anyone else who would like to participate ☺️!

Father Mulcahy - Conflictions and Confessions

Fandom: M*A*S*H (show) Pairing: Father Mulcahy x gender neutral reader Requested by @inlovewithmulcahy​: something with reader and Mulcahy would be great.. I guess like something with a dancing, kissing, cuddling etc. Very sensory driven? Maybe some confessions of love (and if you’re comfortable then turn up the heat with light NSFW?) Word count: 1028 Notes: This is my first imagine for M*A*S*H and my first time writing for Father Mulcahy. This isn’t meant to offend anyone who is of Catholic belief. I understand that generally priests do not have relationships, but this is only fiction. I hope you enjoy!

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You swayed slowly to the grainy-sounding song playing on the jukebox in the officer’s club. Your arms were wrapped loosely around Father Mulcahy’s neck, and his were around your waist. His hands were firmly rest on the small of your back, never straying or going any lower. Your head was on his shoulder; his leaned against yours softly. You could feel his crucifix necklace against your chest, and you felt his breathing on your neck.

It had been a very long week. There had been tons of casualties and one day the compound had been shelled. Luckily, no one had been injured but it caused a great deal of fear and tension. It was quiet now, though, and you and Father Mulcahy were relishing in it. Almost everyone else had left the club, for it was late and everyone was exhausted from such a long week. The only other people in the place were Hawkeye, Lieutenant Baker, and Klinger who was manning the bar. But you and Father Mulcahy just wanted to spend as much time with each other as you could before things picked up again.

You sighed slowly. “I wish we could have more moments like this.”

“As do I,” he replied. “But I am grateful for the moments we do have.”

You smiled. “Me too. Especially after this week.”

He nodded. “The Lord knew what we needed.”

“Thank him for me next time you see him,” you said half-jokingly.

You felt a laugh rumble through Father Mulcahy’s chest. “I’ll try to remember.”

“Keep room for Jesus, you two,” Hawkeye teased, moving closer to the two of you with Baker practically attached to his hip. They, too, were dancing, though they were pressed more firmly against each other than you and the Father.

You rolled your eyes playfully at Hawkeye who just grinned.

“There is always room for Him if you let there be,” Father Mulcahy said, though he did move back slightly. You knew it was conflicting for him to be so close to your physically and follow his beliefs. You never pushed him or did anything he wasn’t comfortable with. It was confusing enough for him as it was without you putting any kind of pressure onto him. You were just happy to spend time with him in whatever ways he felt most comfortable with.

“Well said, Father,” Hawkeye replied.

You pulled back fully and untangled your arms from his neck. “It’s late. I should probably get some sleep. Will you walk me back to my tent?”

“Of course, my dear,” Father Mulcahy said with a smile. He removed his arms from your waist and nodded at Hawkeye. “Goodnight Hawkeye. Lieutenant.”

“Night Father, night Y/N,” Hawkeye said. He smiled. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

You smiled and saw Father Mulcahy’s cheeks redden.

He led you through the camp, hand gently rested on the small of your back. You two walked in silence, just enjoying the quiet of the night.

“Well,” you said as you approached your tent, “this is my stop.”

Father Mulcahy smiled. “Goodnight, Y/N. Thank you for tonight.”

“It was my pleasure,” you said with a grin. “I’ll meet you in the mess tent for breakfast?”

He nodded. “I’ll see you then.”

You leaned in and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek. You felt his cheek muscles tighten with a smile. “Do you want to come in for a bit?”

He hesitated. He frowned with thought, then said, “Well, perhaps for a little while.”

You smiled widely and opened the door to your tent. You shucked off your shoes and sat on your cot. “Make yourself at home.”

Father Mulcahy smiled softly and sat beside you on the bed.

“Just so you know, I’m not expecting or thinking about anything other than just hanging out,” you told him.

“I appreciate that,” he said with a nod. “But perhaps… we could lie in the bed together?”

A grin broke out across your face. “I’d love that.”

You two lay down and Father Mulcahy wrapped his arms around you, awkwardly at first but once you nuzzled against his chest he relaxed. You listened to his heartbeat, the sound calming your mind and your body.

You sighed in content. “You know, maybe the only good thing about this war has been meeting you.”

“I have felt the same way about you.” He gently ran his fingers up and down your bicep. “The connections and relationships we’ve made here will always be something I cherish. But what I have with you… is something I have never felt. I never thought I would ever feel like this.”

You smiled softly. “I know how confusing it must be, being a priest and all.”

“Yes,” he admitted slowly. “But these are trying times, and I… hope the Lord will forgive me.”

“Being close with someone shouldn’t be a sin,” you said gently. “But I know that you will be forgiven.”

“Thank you. I apologize if my confliction ever causes you discomfort.”

You shook your head. “You don’t have to apologize. I knew what I signed up for when I started having feelings for a priest,” you said with a small laugh.

Father Mulcahy smiled. “Y/N, may I confess something to you?”

“But I thought you were the priest,” you joked.

He laughed. “Even we need someone to confess to every now and then.”

“You can tell me anything,” you said, moving to prop yourself up on your elbows.

He looked at you nervously. “I think… I might be falling in love with you.”

Your eyes widened and your heart skipped a beat. You stared at him with your mouth open slightly for a good minute while he looked at you anxious for a response.

“I… I think I’m falling in love with you, too,” you replied, smiling widely at him.

“Really?” he asked, a smile spreading on his face.

You nodded.

“Well, then, may I kiss you?” he asked meekly.

You placed a hand on his cheek gently. “Please.”

His gaze moved from your lips up to your eyes. When he met your gaze, you both smiled. He leaned in, softly pressing his lips against yours.

Wishing you a happy day!

This little message has cheered up my mood immensely :) Thank youuuuu 🤧💕💕💖 I hope you have an even better day whoever you are!! >:)

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AN: I had to. I just had to. And if you haven’t watched Tommy Boy, I highly suggest it. 

I looked over at Richard as he drove us to the airport. His jaw was set and I could see that he did not appreciate Tom Callahan sending him to pick up Tommy nor did he appreciate Tom sending me along. Richard never liked me in his car for some reason and I had long ago stopped trying to figure out why. 

“Did Callahan really need to send both of us to get his idiot son?” Richard huffed. I swallowed the lump in my throat before answering. 

“Well you know Tommy can be a handful.” I suggested quietly. “And sometimes you aren’t the most patient person in the world.” Richard glanced over at me with a smile. 

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Hello! I saw that you are taking requests, so may I request a Lindir x Reader where the reader is a fae (similar to Maleficent), and Lindir is just so impressed by their wings? The reader of course picks up on this and allows Lindir to have a closer look at them in private? If this doesn’t work I’m willing to change it if you like, but I’m glad that someone is writing for Lindir because he’s a precious baby that deserves the world!

First of all, that prompt is perfect and I will begin it asap 💕 If you have more details you want me to add, send them my way :]👍

And second, you're literally perfect for requesting that 😳😳

You had me wanting to rant when I saw Lindir-on god 😩😩 I! Love! That! Man! With! My! Whole! Soul!! And I will protect him with my life 😤🙏 I went on a binge of reading what little content there is on him not too long ago, so I feel ya girl 😔

If y'all have characters that no one writes for, don't be afraid to send requests in :) I love writing for the characters not a lot of people write for!

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Hi there! I just saw you were taking requests and I’m wondering if you could write a fic about Gandalf and a Maiar companion who also was heavily influenced by Nienna and volunteered to cross the sea to Middle Earth with him to thwart Sauron and give Gandalf moral support?

Um.. hi 😳 yeah

First of all, I love this 💕💖💗💕 so thank you for requesting it!!! 😩

I've been wanting to write for Gandalf for a while, but haven't known what to write about :0 so this helps a lot!

Second of all, I am now passionate about writing this and nothing will stop me from making it a series >:)) lmao

I'mma try to load it up with as much lore as i can and make it hecka detailed lmao, so hopefully I can do your prompt justice 😔🙏

If y'all have any additions you want or have any other requests don't be shy! I'd love to hear them :)

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:0! This is so sweet! 🙈💖

I guess some basic facts about me are that:

1. I love astrology! I've been learning to read charts and interpret different aspects of astrology for about a year now, so it's something I've become really fond of. I'm a Capricorn sun, Leo rising, and Pisces moon if that gives you guys any indication of my personality :] Also, on a side note, if you guys want character matches personalized based off your chart I'd love to do that!

2. Although I've been kept occupied by school, I love watching tv shows and films, playing video games, and talking with my friends and mutuals (on the days I'm not too shy lmao). A few of my current interests are lotr, ghost, star wars, and anything Martin Freeman and Pedro Pascal 😳😩

3. I consider myself pretty down to Earth and spiritual. After leaving a particularly shitty experience, my family and I have become more spiritual than religious :/

Additionally, I'm not an expert by any means in Wicca and all its intricacies, but it is something I've been spending time studying :]

Hopefully that gave y'all something to work off of lmao. Let me know if you wanna talk about anything related to those things! I'd love to talk with y'all when I have the time :)

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Lucky Love (2/3)

Pairing: Cedric the Sorcerer x Alchemist! Reader

Word Count: Roughly 2854 words

Warnings: Mental health and emotional abuse mention

Notes: 😳😳 Yikes, this took too long to post lmaoo; hopefully the third installment is finished sooner than this one. I’m sorry to anyone who has been interested in this for its lateness!! For this one I was going for the same story line as the first part, but in Cedric’s point of view; that’s why it seems so similar. Hopefully you guys like it :) Feedback and requests are always welcomed <3 This one’s for my boi @queen-of-british-tea !!!

“The secrets of alchemy exist to transform mortals from a state of suffering and ignorance to a state of enlightenment and bliss.”

― Deepak Chopra

“He wishes he were a skilled poet, it would fit his chosen image perfectly; the poor, tragic, tortured artiste. But he has no talent for words, neither for paints nor music; his uselessness is tremendously total.”

― Curtis Ackie

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Being born the son of Goodwyn the Great, Cedric was destined to have unreachable expectations pushed onto him; his father’s blatant adoration for fame and glory had been clear to Cedric from an early age and, given he was the only son in his family, he knew that he would soon be groomed into his father’s perfect replacement for when he retired as the Royal Sorcerer. 

The only problem that arose with that goal was that Cedric was only a child and was prone to making mistake after mistake. He knew he wasn’t perfect, no person is, but why did his father have to mention that fact so much?

It appeared that his father just couldn’t understand the notion that he was a conscience, feeling person though and decided to continue his crude actions anyway. No matter how much it hurt Cedric. 

Unbothered by this fact though, his father set out on a mission to make Cedric’s life almost unbearable and filled to the brim with dread over the fact that he would probably never become the royal sorcerer or get the family wand. In Goodwyn’s eyes, Cedric was no more than a mistake that would never be worthy. And at this point, Cedric was starting to believe it.

The days he spent subjected to his father’s emotional neglect and constant taunting when he was tricked into messing up his spells had left him in an emotional limbo that he could not escape from. And who was he to not be affected by this tortuous treatment?

Soon he was counting down the days until he could get away from his toxic family in the castle and attend school at Hexley Hall. 

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One upside to Goodwyn, in Cedric’s opinion, was that he was just as skilled a sorcerer that he claimed he was. Cedric wasn’t sure if this was something he should feel more exasperated about, but he knew that he couldn’t deny the fact. 

No matter how much he desired to demonize his father.

He had the ability to travel almost anywhere in the span of minutes and that was very convenient to a kid who had a very short attention span. And although he couldn’t travel to vast distances, Goodwyn could certainly get to many places three times faster than others. 

Which meant that Cedric could arrive at Hexley Hall faster than all of the other kids and have more time to explore his home for the next seven years. 

In less than one hour, Cedric and his father had travelled from the Castle and made it to the gate of Hexley Hall. The clean exterior of the castle was only rivaled by the beautiful architecture that made it the prestigious academy it is. 

Wasting no time leaving his father and rushing with his items to the front doors, Cedric was awe-struck by the fact that the inside was even more beautiful than the outside. Even inch of it was designed with a purpose and each piece of art was shown with pride and respect. 

And when he saw the warm smiles of the teachers waiting in the hall, beckoning him in, Cedric knew that he could get used to his new home. 

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After being toured around the castle by one of the teachers, as well as given a brief run down of its history, Cedric was left to his own accord and given a map so he wouldn’t get lost. The map had an incantation that would show him his current location and bedroom, which he thought was very convenient. But he wasn’t surprised, he knew how lost kids could get without proper guidance.

Looking down at the map after reciting the spell, he found a glowing mark on where his assigned dorm was located. Ironically enough, his was located with the rest of the sorcerers, witches, wizards, and warlocks. 

Dinner commenced shortly after introductions were made and, after a bout of awkward shuffling, he found a quiet location to eat and then began his trek to his new dormitory.

By chanting the wandless spell to the map once again, an arrow led to his room in the lower regions of the castle where he began to unpack his hefty luggage. 

After neatly organizing all of his ingredients, clothes, and books he quickly laid himself down on the comfortable mattress and ran through the events of the day. Although he still hadn't met any friends yet, he was able to get away from his father and analyze the place he’d be living in for a portion of his teenage life. 

Putting aside those thoughts, he curled into a fetal position and fell into the most blissful sleep he’s had in years. 

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Schedule: Year One- Semester One

Student: Cedric Goodwyn

Study: Sorcery

Study Order

Breakfast

Class One: Potions

Class Two: Intro to Alchemy: The People, The Places, and The Items

Class Three: Intro to Magic: Wands and Guidelines

Class Four: Intro to Magic: Practice

Lunch

Class Five: Magical Creatures and The Human Spirit

Dinner

Looks about right, Cedric thought to himself as he made his way down to the Great Hall for breakfast. 

Being somewhat challenged by wand-based spells, Cedric was relieved to see that he had potions for his first class; it was the one subject that he excelled at and was something that used to calm the nerves created by his domineering father. 

So he had no doubt that he would start his days off good with the way things looked on his schedule. 

What if no one likes me enough to partner up with me though? he asked himself while ringing his wrists. 

I guess I’ll just have to take it one step at a time….

With that thought in mind, he picked up his pace and quickly sat in a secluded spot. Looking around, he found that many people had already begun making friends. And, although this was a troubling notion given he had yet to meet anyone, he had hope that he would meet at leat (one) person that would approve of his company. 

There has to be at least ONE person who will like me right? he questioned while gazing around the expansive room. Looking to the section where all the alchemy students sat, his eyes stopped on a girl with the most adorable (h/l) haircut and beautiful disposition.

Neptune’s Nettles they were gorgeous...Hopefully I share some classes with her. Blushing, he looked back down at his breakfast and waited until it was time to head to his first class session of the year. 

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Nice! Cedric thought. I’ve got the first pick of any seat in the class!

Looking around, he found a spot that felt just right; it wasn’t too far in the back and was just enough to be in the front and in a corner. 

Smiling smugly, he sat down and began to unpack all the necessary items listed on the board in front of him. 

Humming to himself, Cedric slowly stopped when he heard a series of footsteps approaching the classroom. 

Thinking it was just the professor, given how early Cedric arrived, he kept his head down and decided to begin labelling the items in his journal.

That is, until he felt a tap on his shoulder. Whipping his head back, he stared dumbfounded at who was standing behind him: the girl from this morning!

Oh goodness, what if I’m sitting in the spot she wants?? What if she has some sort of beef with me already?? Oh dear, I’m gonna throw up..

This thought process continued until you let out a shy, "Do you mind if I sit next to you? I like the feel of this corner and you don't look half as bad as the rest of our class. Plus, I haven’t had much luck making friends."

OH, he thought, That’s not what I was expecting. Trailing his eyes to yours, he searched for any sign of this being a lie but couldn’t find any. 

Softening his features, he opened his mouth and let out a:

"Really?....I suppose I don't mind." 

He cautiously lifted his palm to you and said, "My names Cedric. I'm coming here to become one of the next Royal Sorcerers. What about you?"

With a firm grip, you shook his hand and settled down into your seat next to his. Watching you take out your schedule he heard you reply, "(y/n) Erwin! I'm studying to become the Royal Alchemist!"

Gripping your chin with an inquisitive look, you added a quick, "You wouldn't happen to be related to Goodyn the Great would you? I thought I recognized you at first, but I couldn't quite place from where…."

"Uhm….Yeah, I am. D-did you live at the castle as well?"

Analyzing you, he tried to remember times in which he would have seen you, but none came to mind. Which wasn’t surprising given he had all of his time stolen from either the prince or his father. 

His thought process was halted though when you looked at him and said, "Yep. My dad's the Royal Astronomer, so we get to live with him at the castle…..I've seen you around you know….I always meant to say hi, but your dad and sister seemed to take up most of your time."

He rubbed his wrists anxiously and let out a, "yeah, they tend to do that…...but I digress. Do wanna compare schedules? I don't have any friends either, and y-you don't seem that bad as well…."

Looking down at the schedule you held loosely in your hand he noticed that it didn't seem so far off from his. You were both new to the school after all, so it made a tad bit of sense but luckily you both wouldn't have to split up very much for the next couple of years.

Schedule: Year One- Semester One

Student: (y/n) Erwin

Study: Alchemy

Study Order

Breakfast

Class One: Potions

Class Two: Intro to Alchemy: The People, The Places, and The Items

Class Three: Intro to Magic: Wands and Guidelines

Class Four: Gnosticism, Occultism, and Esoteric Beliefs

Lunch

Class Five: Magical Creatures and The Human Spirit

Dinner

Surprisingly, it seemed as though you would be seeing a lot of each other. Which didn't seem to bother either of you that much. After confirming your new friendship and planning your day out together, you both set up the rest of your supplies and began your first class of the day.

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After cleaning up your respective area of the shared potions table when class ended, Cedric reminisced on how well the class had actually gone. Despite both of you being new, you and Cedric seemed to work in a sort of synchronized state. Even your teacher pointed out how good you two were together. This had made Cedric feel elated, it was the first praise he had gotten since leaving his father; that alone made him feel on top of the world. Even more so when he took into account that he gained a friend and intellectual equal.

Picking up the last of his mess, he gently put his bag over his shoulder and looked back to you waiting for him at the end of the desk.

You looked up and down and asked slowly, “Would you mind if I sat with you in our other classes as well today? I’m not really…..friends with anyone else here yet and we seem to make a good team. Plus, you seem really sweet.”

“I’d love to!,” he said in an excitable raised voice. His face broke out in a flustered blush at how desperate he sounded and quickly let out a, “I mean, if that’s what you want to do…”

To that, you chuckled and lightly punched his shoulder saying, “Of course I would you dork. Now let's hurry up so we can get the best seats in our next class."

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After that day, the two of you were like two peas in a pod. Whenever you both had a class, were going somewhere, or ate, you were attached to the hip. Even teachers knew that, if they couldn’t find one of you, they wouldn’t find the other either as well. 

For you two, there was never a subject left unstudied, never a prank left undone, and never a conversation left undiscussed.

It started off with you both teaming up in your shared classes, meeting for meals, and talking on the way to class, but soon branched off outside of school. 

With coaching from you, and years of positive reinforcement on your end, Cedric had been coaxed out of his hesitant and neglected shell. All it took was one fond look and a caress of his hair from you and Cedric was turned into mush. The love you showed him through the years made him see that not everyone was out to get him. And not everyone was untrustworthy. 

In summary, you brought hope in humanity back into his life. Something that he surely would have gone off the deep-end without.

To others, it seemed as though you had put him under a spell and transformed him into a new man; Cedric had never felt so confident in his life.

Especially since he never had anyone to support him. Until you, that is……

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Year 7 at Hexley Hall

Flicking your wand in a cursive “J” formation while pointing your wand at the painted black stone, Cedric watched as you whispered, “Avifors.” 

Within seconds, the rock you had been pointing at morphed in size and began to take the shape of a sleek, black raven that immediately began pecking the tip of your index finger. It cocked its head at you and turned to inspect Cedric.

Cedric, gazing back at the bird, looked absolutely stunned at the sight of this seemingly never-heard-of spell and immediately began to shift his eyes to you and then raven. He wasn’t sure where you had learned that, since you were only taking alchemy classes, but he was beyond interested in knowing.

“Merlin’s Beard! Did you make that spell up all on your own?”

“Not exactly,” you chuckled, “My father and I worked for days to come up with the correct spell and paint concoction when I was a child. But it worked out, and now I have a way to create any type of bird to do my bidding!”

Setting his chin in his palm, he began to gaze fondly at the scene in front of him and think about all the things he has yet to learn about you. 

“Would it be alright if you taught me that spell? I know it’s yours and everything….. but it’s too bloody brilliant to be left unpracticed.”

“Sure!.......I'll write it down for you by tomorrow.”

That confirmation made his heart swoon and a grin break out on his face. Yet another thing that would bring him closer to you. He knew that this spell was very special to you, so you being willing to show him it reassured him that you cared about him as much as he cared about you.

He was willing to do anything for you and perfecting your spell was one of the best ways he could think of to honor your spectacular intelligence. 

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When night revealed itself and Cedric was tucked away trying to complete his assignment, he began to reminisce on the time he spent with you that day. He knew how special that spell was to you, and knew that you sharing it with him meant something. Right?

After all, you didn’t share personal things like that with just anyone; even he wasn’t privy to most of your private thoughts and feelings. Up until recently that is; you had begun to reveal more and more about yourself to him and, honestly, it made Cedric finally feel special and worthwhile. Which did NOT help the fact that he had been in love with you for the last five years. 

And thought Cedric knew that he had to confess soon, he needed to know if you felt the same before he ruined whatever it was that you two had going on right now. If you didn’t reciprocate his feelings….that would make everything pretty awkward….Which wouldn’t help his situation out too much.

At least it would give him some closure....

He had been with you at every step of the way through your years at Hexley Hall, and he knew that you would be there for him for days to come. Working at Enchancia’s castle wouldn’t stop the bond that you both had formed over the years; it would only make it grow. Which it what he was hoping would help you develop feelings for him.

With each other until the end, that’s what you both had promised one another. 

‘If only she liked me back,’ he thought to himself, gazing into the spell that he had been too distracted to work on for the last two hours. 

With a huff of a laugh, he closed his textbook and laid down to go to sleep.  

As if…………..

Hey, Hey, L I S T E N

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❄️ Snowball Fight

Prompt: ‘Snowball Fights’ 

Requested by: @livenerdyandprosper​

Pairing: Hawkeye Pierce x Gen!Neutral Reader

Triggers: None; just some shenanigans        Words: 1,068

M*A*S*H Taglist: @thatadroitgeek and @meganlpie

Note: For those who have maybe never seen MASH and are reading this anyway; yes, Frank really is this stupid in the show lol.

With a sharp intake of breath you left the post-op building immediatley being smacked with the cold air around you; small snowflakes continuously falling around you, adding to the piles of snow around camp. 

Getting to The Swamp, you flung open the door and quickly made your way inside, where you saw Hawkeye bundled up while writing a letter. Glancing up he smiled when he saw that it was you.

“Ah, if it isn’t my own personal heater” he greeted as you got closer to the stove to warm up. “I’m writing a letter to my dad, want me to say anything for you?”

“Yeah, ask him to send some sunshine.”

Hawkeye smiled as he finished his letter before setting it aside “Ready to go get some food, or whatever it is that’s in the mess tent?”

You nodded your head before turning to follow him out “How long until you go on duty?”

“In about an hour” he replied as he opened the door, both of you exiting while immediately retreating into your own coat collars to avoid the cold breeze.

As you began walking towards the mess-tent you stopped in your tracks when Frank came marching past, yelling at an orderly about something he was most likely doing right. You rolled your eyes as Hawkeye scoffed “With how much Frank shivers in the cold I’m surprise he can still talk” 

“Frank would march through a blizzard if it meant he could pull rank on someone” you muttered as Frank continued to chastise the corporal. 

“I think Frank needs to be put down a peg” Hawkeye muttered before glancing around, his eyes landing on a pile of snow by a tent. 

Walking over he made a large snowball before winking at you and then chucking the snowball as hard as he could at Frank; smacking him in the back of the head. As he yelled out in surprise, Hawkeye immediately feigned innocence by looking around confused, you immediately doing the same, knowing where he was going with this.

Frank turned and yelled “Hey!”

“That wasn’t me Frank, I’m pretty sure that came from over the hill!”

“Maybe some enemy soldiers’ guns froze up, now they gotta throw snowballs” you mused out loud.

Frank looked around panicked “Enemy soldiers? That would make sense, they’d do anything to get at us!” he rubbed the back of his head “I think there was something hard in that too! Do you think it was a bullet?”

“Oh I wouldn’t put it past them!” Hawkeye spoke with fake anger as Frank looked more panicked before running off towards Potters office.

You chuckled as you watched him sprint away as Hawkeye laughed “What a putz!” he looked back at you before he began to walk away.

Getting an idea, you quickly made up a snowball in your hand before throwing it; smacking Hawkeye in the upper back. He stopped in his tracks before turning back at you. You looked around in surprise “Wow, those guys sure have good arms!” you joked.

Hawkeye chuckle as he took a step towards you “Ah, so I see you have chosen war?” 

You chuckled nervously as you backed up “Maybe not.”

He quickly grabbed some snow, as you laughed, before dodging the snowball. Grabbing some snow you quickly turn around and chuck it at him. 

After a few minutes; you hear a laugh from nearby catching yours and Hawkeye’s attention; seeing BJ leaning against a post as he smiled that the two of you “Oh please, continue, I’m loving the show.”

You and Hawkeye shared a look before both of you turned and hurled snowballs at BJ. He yelled in surprise as he tried to dodge them; failing to do so as he stumbled to grab his own handful of snow. Turning he hurled a ball at you, striking you in the head, to which Hawkeye responded to by hitting BJ directly in the face with a loud “Ha!”

Rounding the corner, comes a stomping, pouting Frank who halted in his tracks upon seeing the snowball fight taking place. “Hey!” he yelled as he stomped towards you “I knew it! I knew the enemy wouldn’t throw snowballs!”

Hawkeye laughed “Then why did you go running to Potter to tell him so?” 

Frank grumbled before running over to a pile of snow “I’ll show you!” spinning around, he chucked a snowball, rather pathetically towards the three of you. As the snowball went past all of you, you watched as it smashed into the chest of Colonel Potter, who had just rounded the corner.

You all froze, trying not to laugh as Frank stared at Potter in horror. Radar standing next to him with his mouth agape. You watched as Potter looked down at the snow on the ground before turning, leaning down and grabbing some snow before turning and hurling it directly at Frank.

You all howled out in laughter as Frank fell on his butt in surprise as the white powder smashed into his face. He sputtered out nonsense as he looked at Potter “Colonel! There was a rock in there”

“Good!” Potter yelled before laughing along with all of you.

After your laughter died down, Potter spoke “So, who started this little war then?” Potter asked as he looked between all of you.

You pointed at Hawkeye, who pointed at you, BJ pointed at both of you. Potter nodded his head “Right. Thought it might have been” 

“Well, there’s enough cold going around, I don’t need three of my best people getting sick out here-”

“That’s nice of you to say Colonel” Frank broke in as he finally stood up from the ground.

Potter looked over at him “Ah, yeah, I suppose I couldn’t do without you either Burns” Frank hesitated as he stared at Potter, trying to figure out what he meant as Potter turned to the three of you again “Now, it’s colder than a well digger’s butt in January out here, let’s go get some coffee in the mess-tent.”

As you all began to walk to the mess-tent, Hawkeye slug his arm across your shoulders. Hearing a loud sneeze behind you, you all looked back at Frank who looked back up at you all “I think I’m getting a cold sir.”

Potter simply shook his head. as the rest of you chuckled, before you all turned and made your way into the mess-tent. 

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