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★The Little Ordinary Things That Everyone Ought To Do★

                                               Drabble:  [I/XXX]

      ✧ 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.

your fictional anime husband will never love you for he is only images 

types of kisses 

i. slow and drawn out kisses. where neither wants to let go. warm and passionate.

ii. goodbye kisses. the realisation and the look in the other’s eyes of letting go. tears running down cheeks and hands ghosting on cheeks.

iii. morning kisses. waking up next to your significant other and pulling them up and capturing their lips to yours.

iv. spirit kisses. light and feathery over the face. small and quick. running out the door after.

v. sudden kisses. in the middle of a sentence. catching the other’s lips and pulling them into your arms.

vi. neck kisses. fluttering down necks to the collar bone. dusting over the breastbone and staying there. 

vii. nose kisses. a small peck. kind and sweet. an adoring look for the other in their eyes.

viii. frustrated kisses. knowing that one has to go. enveloping their arms around the other and holding foreheads together.

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

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If Only She Knew

Pairing: Cedric the Sorcerer X Wormwood! Reader

Word Count: Roughly 1,516 words

Warnings: None; just yearning and fluff

Notes: Gif, photo, poem, and characters are not mine; only the story is mine! The poem is “If only She Knew” by Kiara Wilson and, honestly, I think it fit pretty well for the story :) The idea was one I found on @merlins-mushrooms​ blog that focused on the reader being Cedric’s familiar instead of Wormwood and them being able to switch between their animal and human form. I had a little bit of time and wanted to write, so I decided why not? It seems more like headcanons than a story but what can you do lmao. Hope you guys enjoy, feedback is always appreciated!

Growing up as an animal-based shape shifter, life had been both difficult and easy going for you. The magical gift you had to change into any animal at will provided you with opportunities and freedom not many people ever got to possess. Especially when it came to sneaking around and getting away with things

What made it difficult though, is that you had immense difficulty finding a job that suited you. Although you had attended Hexley Hall to learn to control and gain your magical abilities, it ended up being something you just didn't want the responsibility of doing.  

Something that you did like about attending there though, was someone who had grown to be quite dear to you over the years: Cedric.

Cedric and you had started off pretty rocky, given you different backgrounds and his stifling parents, but you eventually learned to create a happy medium. After the whole fiasco with his older sister and his falling out with Roland, Cedric ended up not having many people to fully rely on. In fact, he had no one to rely on. That is, until he met you.

You two would work on spells together, duel against each other, rant about your problems to one another, and even began providing physical affection to each other. One form of which, was when you would shift into a stark black cat and curl up in his arms underneath you guys’ favorite tree outside the school grounds.

For Cedric though, his favorite form for you was the raven you would transform into when wanting some alone time or freedom. After all, one of the few things that you adored above all things was your independence. He thought you looked adorable and, after an embarrassing incident that you have sworn him into secrecy about, he dubbed your new nickname “Wormwood.”

When you both began to creep closer to your graduation date though, your time together became thinner and more tense. When your studies started to wrap up, it became clear that you both had to pick your career soon. To Cedric, that choice was easy. His father had been Roland I’s Royal Sorcerer, and it was only natural that he took his place when the king retired. For you though, choosing a career that would define the rest if your life caused you so much stress that even Greylock had noticed. Which said a lot lmao But, like always, Cedric was there to ease your troubles. Since you both wanted to stay together, but there was no need for a second royal sorcerer, Cedric offered the idea that you become his familiar. 

Which…..wasn't actually a bad idea. In fact, it offered every bit of freedom, fun, and intellectual interest that you had desired in a would-be dream job. 

After crushing Cedric in a bone shattering hug, you quickly made your way to the school’s office and began the preparation of registering as a familiar. lmao, we’re just gonna act like it works that way cause I have no idea what else to do

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Moving to the castle had been an easier transition than you had anticipated, but you assumed that was more your doing than Cedric’s given the fact that people seemed to greet him with more suspicion than warmth. 

An unexpected advancement though, was when you were told that you both had to share sleeping quarters. Not that it really mattered that much; you and Cedric had slept near each other before when bunking and traveling at Hexley Hall, and this time would be no different. 

At least....to you it would. The fact that you had grown up to be rather beautiful made you sleeping in the same quarters rather awkward for Cedric. And though he could hide his affection relatively well, he still slipped up here and there and was caught throwing you yearning glances throughout the day. 

(Cedric was just glad that you had separate beds, cause he knew he wouldn’t be able to handle it if you slept less than ten feet away from him.)

Dynamic wise, you both worked together with so much ease it seemed as though you shared a collective mind. Which, in a way, you did. The only downside to knowing each other so well though, was the fact that you were adopting one another’s personality traits. Cedric, of course, had little downsides, but you were finding yourself becoming a tad more awkward then you remember originally being. But that just made you even more cuter in Cedric’s eyes. Which didn’t help his repressed love for you that he had harbored for the last fifteenish years he had known you.

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It wasn't until Sofia joined the castle and started to warm up to Cedric that he let it slip that he had the most embarrassing crush on you though. Sofia, of course, thought that this was the most adorable thing in the whole world and made it her life’s mission to help you both get together before it was too late. 

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After sending you away on ‘work-related’ jobs, Cedric and Sofia began to brainstorm the best possible ways to reveal his feelings and have them reciprocated. This ended with Cedric bringing up the idea of doing it through one of your more favorable interests: Poetry.

When you guys were still young and spent most of your time underneath the great Elm tree at Hexley Hall, you two had jokingly picked up the hobby of writing mushy and cringe inducing poetry. Which meant that his admission of feelings would be even more meaningful and heartfelt. That would definitely aid him in his and Sofia’s plans.

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While he began writing his love poem to you, Sofia began to set up the location in which he would proclaim his love. With the help of a few animal companions, Sofia had successfully set up a romantic setting in a secluded area of the palace gardens when she saw Cedric leading you down the pathway towards a singular bench.

You were wearing a deep purple pantsuit and, for a minute, Sofia realized that you complemented eachother surprisingly well.

After quickly hiding behind a bush, she got as close as she could without being found.

Grasping both of your hands in his as he stood in front of your seated form, Cedric began the start of confession speech.

“(y/n), to say that you’ve had a tremendous impact on my life would be a tragically large misconception. Unlike everyone else in my life, you have stuck in my corner through thick and thin and have remained, through it all, my closest companion and friend.”

At this point, he began to nervously shift around and cast his eyes down to his polished black shoes. 

“The thing is though, that my feelings as of late have changed. And, to help convey them….I sort of….w-wrote you a poem.”

You let out a snort to this, but looked at him tenderly as if to say “continue.”

Coughing into his fist, Cedric pointed his chin upwards as he sat to face you and started to recite his hastily written poem.

“She has her own special way

Of turning around my terrible day.

She makes all the bad things go away

The second that she says hey.

And when I look into her eyes,

I see pure beauty with no disguise.

Just a glance at her makes my heartbeat rise.

I know for a fact that these feelings aren't lies.

If only she knew

How much my love for her grew,

Maybe, just maybe, we could start something new,

And then I'd never feel blue.

And if beauty were inches, she'd go on for miles.

I'd better catch her before I go out of style.

I'm going to let my heart be my dial

So I can tell her what I've been feeling for a while.”

After finishing, Cedric nervously looked up at you to see what reaction you would show to what he had just revealed. Gazing at your eyes, he finally noticed the rim of tears that surrounded the lower part of your eyes and began to panic.

“Oh no, was that too much? Did...did I just ruin everything? Merlin’s Mushrooms! This always happens,” his tender look deflated into one of distress  as he put his head in his hands and quickly turned away from you. It wasn’t until he heard what, at first, sounded like crying that he hesitantly gazed up at you. Analyzing your facial features, he noticed that your face was not scrunched up in disgust, but rather into one of joy and laughter. You let out an airy giggle and reached to cradle his cheeks in your palms. 

“Oh Ceddy, that was the mushiest and most cringe inducing poem you’ve written yet,” you said with a smile.

“I’m just glad that this one is about me.”

“Does that mea-” 

It was at that point that you connected both of your lips and started to slowly initiate a deep and affectionate kiss. Sofia could be heard squealing behind one of the bushes across from you guys’ bench and that only made you giggle softly against Cedric’s slightly chapped lips. Which made the bumbling sorcerer swoon and lightly bring you into a hug,

Needless to say, that situation led to you both getting real familiar with each other. Only, this time, it lead to one of the most fulfilling chapters of both of your lives.

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                                  Militat Omnis Amans

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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