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heartpascal · 1 year

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something is rotten

▹ — joel miller x niece!reader

▹ — summary: part two of to an empty house — arriving in jackson brings painful feelings, and even worse conversations.

▹ — a/n: UGH!! guys im not all that happy with this one!! ive changed it a couple times too D: but i have left yall hanging long enough!! lemme know if you want anymore about these guys :’) && ty guys sm for all the support ILY!!

▹ — warnings: slight spoilers for episode 6 ‘kin’, swearing, ANGST!!!, a bit of comfort, father figure joel, reader has daddy issues, and abandonment issues, and is generally not struggling in life PLS

▹ — tags: @canpillowscry @randomstory56 @angsty-twihardxx @frogtits1 @exiledangel @sleepdeprived-barelyalive @vee-vee-writes @rhyanna6012 @snixx2088 @mona-aiko @mymommmy (those of you tagged in italics asked for part 2 in the comments of the first part! drop me a message if you want your tag removed!!)

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Life in the apocalypse had been non-stop since you had left that hydroelectric power plant, left behind Tommy, and for a while, all thoughts of him. There hadn’t been time to worry about that sort of thing, between almost losing Joel, and then almost losing Ellie, and then finally reaching the hospital that had been your end goal.

In some ways, you were glad. It kept your mind racing, the feeling of constantly being on edge allowing your brain to stay away from silly things, such as your father.

But now, with that whole chapter finally being over, Joel and Ellie were ready to settle down, to live in a home, rather than travelling miles upon miles, never feeling safe. The three of you had been through a lot, and since the… incident with Ellie, her joke book had remained closed.

You knew that Joel had noticed the change in her, just the same as you had. What she had thought to be her purpose, the justification for everybody who had been lost on your journey, their sacrifice, had been for nothing. It was tearing her apart, and it hurt you to watch it happen.

There was no question about your next destination, though you tried to ignore the reality of it for as long as you possibly could, you were fully aware that Jackson was what Ellie needed. Hell, you’d even go as far as to say it was what Joel needed, too. But deep down, you knew that going there was going to tear you to pieces, despite the way you liked to put on a strong front, following in Joel’s footsteps even in that sense.

You didn’t share your concerns, content to continue the journey in silence, pretending not to notice the way Joel and Ellie looked at you the closer you got to the town.

“Hey, you okay?” Ellie murmured to you, the final stop of your journey feeling like something similar to that of impending doom. She nudged your arm with her elbow, smiling in a way that didn’t quite reach her eyes like it used to.

“Mighty fine.” You responded, her dim smile reflected in your own, and you let it fall the moment she nodded at you, despite clearly being unconvinced by your words.

You fell into step beside her and Joel, and felt his hand grasp on to your shoulder as you caught glimpse of Jackson in the not far enough distance. He squeezed your shoulder the slightest bit, and gave you the biggest reassuring smile he could muster, though it didn’t soothe your worries like it used to.

Maybe it was everything the three of you had been through over your journey, or maybe it was the impending arrival at Jackson, but you were starting to notice the world had become much dimmer than you remembered it to be. Joel’s grip less reassuring, Ellie’s smile less genuine, that faint hope in your gut long gone. With a frown, the thought came to you that this was what it meant to grow up.

The lines on Ellie’s face said the same thing, the sigh that had left her chest, made up of pure exhaustion, just told you that her naive nature had vanished. Jokes no longer received the same laughter, and the world no longer held beauty. Growing up felt like hopelessness settling, nuzzling its way in and making itself at home in that space around your heart. The grip it had made it feel like perhaps, it wouldn’t be all too bad if that heartbeat slowed, but you pushed that thought aside for another time.

For now, you’d have to focus on the problem at hand; arriving in Jackson.

It was warmer now than it had been when you’d left the power plant, and it showed in the way that the green lands had brightened, the sun settling and warming the back of your neck. The heat meant less layers, and the three of you had removed your jackets long before arriving in the town.

The lookouts had spotted you all before you’d been anywhere near the gate, so it was no surprise that Tommy was there to greet the three of you when the gates were finally pulled open, allowing you a peek into the home he valued so much.

Walking in, you had already begun your self-appointed mission of ignoring every word Tommy Miller said, but felt yourself almost blown away by the sights around you. For a moment, just a split second, it was nice.

That thought went out the window a second later, catching a glimpse of your so-called father, and you couldn’t help but recall the way you’d sat for endless nights, waiting for that very man, and imagined yourself living a life with him in a town just like this one.

You felt sick.

That little kid deserved better, you decided. You were worthy of living this kind of life, of getting to sleep in a warm house, of not having to worry about if Joel and Tess would get enough ration cards to feed the three of you, of getting horse riding lessons! The facts of the situation stared you in the face, getting clearer the longer you looked around. Your own father denied you of this life.

With building anger, the feeling white-hot, burning, you turned to Joel where he was speaking with his brother. “Where are we staying?”

Tommy looked between you and Joel, swallowing when Joel just raised a brow at him, and spoke, “Uh, little place just a couple blocks over. 38, I think. Rancher Street, I’ll take you guys over—”

“I’ll make my own way.” You snapped, before he could even finish his sentence. If you had to look at him for even a second longer, you were sure that the overflowing anger and resentment would explode, and you weren’t convinced anyone would be able to pick up the pieces that would be left behind.

You stormed down the street before he could say another word to you, turning down the first alley you saw and standing still in the street on the other side, letting out a harsh breath.

You couldn’t be sure how long you’d stood there for, trying to turn down the simmering emotions inside of you, but it was clearly long enough for somebody to notice. “You good there?” A young girl asked, and you turned to her, brows furrowed.

“‘M fine.” You responded gruffly, and even you could hear the way your speech reflected Joel’s own. The thought calmed you, almost, reminding you of who your real dad was.

She stepped closer, clearly not taking a hint, “You sure? New in town? You look lost.”

“Yes, yes, and I’m not lost.” You said to her, though you didn’t exactly know where you were. She just raised her eyebrows at you, and you huffed, “Lookin’ for a Rancher Street.”

The girl nodded, something between a smirk and a smile on her face, and pointed forward, “First left twice, then a right. Should get you there just fine.”

“Thanks.” You said, immediately heading off in the direction she’d guided you in. You kept your head down, brows furrowed, and tried to keep your attention away from the world around you. It was clear that it’d just make you more angry.

You counted along with the house numbers as you passed by, Rancher Street wasn’t that densely populated, if the look of the houses were anything to go by. There was quite a few that looked run down, number 38 included, once you arrived. You went inside, the door already unlocked, and sneezed when you inhaled all the dust that clouded the air. This place must’ve been barely touched throughout the last twenty years.

Grabbing a book left on the coffee table, you pulled it open, and sat on the edge of an old sofa, sighed through your nose when even more dust floated up from it.

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“You’ll go, because it’s the polite thing to do.” Joel told you firmly, sighing heavily as he looked over at you with his arms crossed.

“You think I give a shit about being polite?” You asked him, mirroring his stance by crossing your own arms. He rolled his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose as he clearly brainstormed a way to get around your stubbornness.

“Just this one time,” He told you, saying your name pleadingly, “Then you’ll never have to go ‘round there again.”

That peaked your interest, and you uncrossed your arms, “Really? You promise?”

“Swear.” Joel replied, and sighed something near to relief, finally calling Ellie’s name. The stairs creaked, and she appeared less than a second later.

“You coming?” She asked, thought she had obviously been sat on the stairs, listening to yours and Joel’s… conversation, the whole time.

“Yeah,” You sighed unhappily, “I’m coming.”

The three of you made your way across town, with Joel checking a scrap piece of paper that you could only assume held directions. Lights had flickered on by now, the darkness of the evening being offset by the yellow lamps that poured light over the street. It was weird, you thought, being able to see so clearly in the darkness.

Joel knocked at the wooden door when you arrived, looking back at you where you stood, just off the porch with Ellie, like he thought you might run away if he didn’t keep his eyes on you.

Though the thought had occurred to you, you wouldn’t do it, not if it meant that Joel’s promise would be vacant. Just this once, he had sworn.

The front door opened as Ellie knocked your arm with her elbow, giving you a slight reassuring smile. You appreciated the effort, but the reassurance fell flat. There was something about this situation that you just couldn’t put into words, but it hurt. Her arm wrapped through your own as Joel followed Tommy inside, and she led you in after them, closing the door behind you.

Immediately, you were tense. Your heart felt as if it was beating in your throat, like it was going to stop if you took another step. You tried not to look around, keeping your eyes on your battered old shoes as you let Ellie continue leading you through the house.

Her abrupt stop had you stumbling into her, and lifting your head with furrowed brows. You glanced to where she was looking, seeing the names Kevin and Sarah written in a scrawl on a chalkboard in what you guessed would be a living room. You frowned, and gripped Ellie’s arm tighter, breaking her from her stare at the board.

You pretended not to notice the homely feel to the house, the warmth of it making your palms sweat. If you allowed your mind to wonder too far, you’d be reminded of how you had dreamed of living a life like this as a kid, dreamed of a house just like this one, shared with your father. You would be reminded of how he chose to have this, chose to have it without you.

Good job you keep your mind on a tight leash, you supposed, gritting your teeth and blinking away the angry tears that wanted to rise and fall from your eyes.

You breathed in deeply through your nose, looking up as Ellie began to loosen her grip on your arm, having arrived at the dining room. The concept had always been strange to you, having lived in a shitty apartment for basically all your life, and having a whole room just for eating seemed like a waste of valuable space.

Ellie took a seat, and you quickly followed in her example as Joel stood talking to Tommy by the doorway, engaged in conversation like they were as close as they had been two decades ago.

“You got this.” Ellie said, her hand on squeezing your arm as she looked towards where you were wringing your fingers together, your stomach feeling as though you’d left it back by the porch. You nodded at her, swallowing and smiling tightly.

You stayed quiet as Tommy finished setting the table, before he was moving back and forth between the dining room and kitchen, bringing various plates and a few sauces with each trip. Finally, he sat down at the head of the table beside Ellie, and you kept your gaze away from him.

“Sorry I couldn’t be there to greet you guys when you got in,” Maria called, finally approaching from the kitchen, and you were keeping your gaze on your hands until Ellie frantically began tapping your, her expression saying something you’d couldn’t quite understand, something close to pity in her eyes. “Kinda hard to get around so quick, these days.” Maria laughed, placed a big plate down on the table before standing back up, her hands on her back and—

If you had eaten any food, you were sure you would’ve thrown it all back up.

There, standing in front of you, was your father’s wife — pregnant.

It felt like a million different feelings were running through your head, faster than you could catch up, all your thoughts were racing, clashing together and leaving only one that was literate: What the fuck?

Maria sat down beside Joel, at Tommy’s side, and you could see in Joel’s eyes that he hadn’t expected this, could see the pity building in his eyes just as you’d seen in Ellie’s, and it was all far too much.

“I can’t do this.” You announced, slamming your hands on the table and feeling some satisfaction in the way the cutlery clattered together. You pushed your chair back, standing up, and saw your father open his mouth to speak.

He said your name, and you snapped.

“Don’t talk to me! What the fuck is wrong with you?” You cried out, staring daggers at the man who was supposed to be your dad. The angry tears that you had managed to push away earlier came rushing back, one already falling down your cheek. You wiped it away angrily.

“Kid, just listen—”

You seethed, “Kid? Do I look like a fucking kid to you? You missed out on that, Tommy. You have no idea—” Your voice broke for a moment, as you thought of all the things that had happened to you since your father had been around. “I don’t have to listen to you. You’re not my dad, remember? You left your daughter, years ago. You have no idea what we’ve been through.”

Ellie was stood beside you, her hand on your shoulder, though when she had got there, you had no idea. The edges of your vision were red, and you could feel the way your throat was tightening.

“I’m sorry,” He started, your name leaving his lips once again, and Ellie held firmly against you as you leant towards him, your blood warming in your veins as your heartbeat echoed in your ears.

“I don’t think sorry cuts it.” You laughed, humourlessly. “I don’t think anything does, actually. I will never forgive you. You hear me? You listening? Never.”

You turned away, Ellie’s hand falling away, and you even avoided Joel as he stood up and tried to reach out for you. You couldn’t face them, not like this, not when it felt like your father had taken a chisel to your heart, and left you with only splintered ribs. You were choking on the emptiness of it, the reality of your life and what it meant to the man who had helped create it.

You were more certain now than ever that he had never cared for you, that he had left because of you, not just despite you.

It was horrible, and it was something you had always suspected. A part of you wished that he had died alongside the Fireflies, because at least then he wouldn’t have had a choice in staying away, right? But no, he was alive and well, thriving in the home he’d made without you, while you worried back at the QZ that barely provided you with enough food to get by.

You were storming away, and had reached the house you'd been allocated before you even really noticed that you had left. The blood in your veins had reached a boil by now, and you could feel the steaming in your lungs, in the way it suffocated you and made every breath burn against your throat.

The backpack in your hands was still filled with everything you owned, seeing as you hadn’t bothered to unpack into somebody else’s bedroom, though it had been theirs a lifetime ago. It didn’t help the deepening rage within you, the despair that was tilting your entire world on its axis. Everything in your life was in this bag, probably weighing less than the plate of food Maria had brought out.

Meanwhile, your father had a whole house full of shit that belonged to him. You scoffed, feeling that burning sensation crawling up your chest, so close to hatred, but something far more raw, more painful.

Your feet took you back out to Rancher Street, legs moving before your mind was fully caught up. You met the rest of the Miller’s halfway through your trek, with them on their way to Joel’s new house, whilst you were trying to make your way to the gate, prepared to leave, rather than get left behind.

Joel called your name, his expression displaying the panic that was crushing his chest. He had been a builder, before. He had fixed things — it was what he did, what he liked to do. But this was something he didn’t know how to fix, something that may have just been broken beyond repair… he wasn’t sure what to do with that.

“Joel, don’t,” You told him, voice trembling as you spoke, stopping in front of the man who had looked after you for your whole life. “Please don’t. Nothin’ that anyone says could make me not hate him. Not even you.”

Joel swallowed, glancing back to his brother behind him, where he stood with his wife, before glancing to Ellie at his own side.

“I—I didn’t mean for this,” Tommy said, arms up by his head as if he was surrendering, but you knew he was just trying to make himself feel better. “I swear!”

“I don’t care,” You cried, feeling your frustration build that none of these people had the ability to understand you, to understand how it felt for your own father to look at you and leave you behind. They couldn’t get how crushing this was, that he was starting over. “Go ahead, start over with your wife. First time ‘round didn’t work, but second time, surely!”

He flinched at your words, as if they had hurt him, but your expression hardened. He had no idea what true hurt was — how could he?

“I know I wasn’t the greatest dad—”

“You have never been my dad. Joel is my dad. He’s looked after me my whole life while you were out lookin’ for something, who knows what, because I don’t believe you ever found it.” You spat at him, feeling Ellie approach your side, hold on to your wrist as your hands clenched into fists.

Joel’s face fell, the reality of your feelings towards your father were crushing, but he could see why you’d feel that way. He’d agree with you, too, if anybody deserved the title of your dad, it’d be himself, not his brother. He remembered a few times when you’d used the name for him, though you had been sick or exhausted down to your very bones both times, and he had figured that in your muddled mind, you’d gotten him confused with Tommy. That was the reason he had never corrected it, not wanting to squash whatever little amount of hope and love you had for his brother. He’d had no idea that the truth was that you saw him, not his brother, and your mind had made that connection.

He felt like he could cry when you turned to him, that glassy look in your eyes, and he saw the pieces of you that his own brother had broken. “I want to leave.” You told him, lip trembling as you said the words.

Joel didn’t know what to reply with — the two of you had nowhere to go, and Ellie didn’t, either. This place was your best option, your only option, really. He shook his head, mouth slightly agape as he tried to think of something to say, something that could convince you.

Ellie said your name, and you drew your gaze to her, where she looked guilty, far guiltier than you had ever seen her. “I want to stay.” She told you, her eyes darting away from you as if she was confessing some awful sin to you.

“I know,” You said, letting her hand slip from your wrist to your own hand, and squeeze tightly. “But I…”

Your gaze moved to Tommy and Maria, and your expression hardened, features turning to stone when you looked at the two of them. “I’ll stay. For now. And I’m still a Miller, but— but if anybody asks, I’m Joel’s daughter.”

Joel nodded, smiling thinly at you, tears welled up in his own eyes, and you nodded back to him.

“O—Okay.” Tommy said, swallowing, but you shushed him before he could continue.

“As for you, I don’t wanna see you. Let’s keep it the way you decided we should be.“ Your voice trembled, but you remained firm on your words. “I don’t wanna see your face, or hear your voice. I don’t want to know you. Joel can do what he likes, but you stay far away from me, you got it? The only kid you have is that one.” You finished, gesturing toward where Maria held a hand over her stomach.

Tommy looked as if he was going to disagree, but people had begun peeking through the windows of the houses on either side of the street, and when Joel stepped beside you, arm immediately going around your shoulders, he knew he had no choice.

“Hope you’re a better father to that kid than you were to me.” You hissed at him, seeing the way his face crumpled and finding satisfaction in it.

The small part of you, the darkest part, hoped every one of your words hurt him. Hoped that he lived the rest of his life knowing that he fucked up, that he ruined you, and that when you built yourself back up, he’d never get the chance to know you.

Joel took the backpack from your shoulder, pulling it over his own, and turned you away from the father you had disowned. The three of you walked away, not looking back to see the way Maria had to herd him away as he stared at you, something close to grief in his eyes.

When you arrived back at 38 Rancher Street, Ellie held your hand tightly while Joel opened the front door, dropping your backpack by the stairs as he moved towards the dust filled living room. The two of you followed him, and he turned around to see you squeezing Ellie’s hand, your lips trembling and your face crumpled as you looked up at him.

“Did I make a mistake? Did I ruin everything?” You asked him, trying so hard to keep yourself together, to tape all the little pieces of yourself into something that resembled okay, but it wasn't working.

“God, no, kid.” Joel said, and he was in front of you and Ellie before you could get another word in, pulling the two of you into his arms and breathing out a tired exhale. “I’m proud of you, proud of you both.” He told you, and your whole facade collapsed beneath you, leaving you sobbing into his arms, wondering where everything had gone wrong, wondering what that little kid would’ve said if she had heard your words tonight.

“We’re gonna be alright.” Joel told the two of you, feeling Ellie squeeze her arms tighter around him, until she let go, pointing upwards to let him know where she was heading. He nodded at her, an understanding expression on his face, and tightened both his arms around you.

“You swear?” You checked, unable to help yourself, and let yourself breathe a shaky sigh into his neck when he responded.

“Swear.”

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wishful thinking. (05)

chapter five: say what you mean

summary: the instruction was plain and simple: no strings attached. but you should’ve known from the beginning that it could never apply to you and him.

pairing: minho x f!reader rating: 18+ (minors dni) genres/warnings: friends to lovers, friends with benefits au, college au; fluff, angst, smut; mentions of sex, kissing, we’re starting to dip our toes into angsty territory !!, less edited than i’d like but what’s new lol word count: 2.8k

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Get me a drink, I get drunk off one sip, just so I can adore you I want the entire street out of town just so I can be alone with you Now go when you’re ready My head’s getting heavy, pressed against your arm Just to adore you, I adore you

Adore - Dean Lewis

Whenever Minho asks if you two could hang out together at your place, it usually means that you will end up in your bed.

Tonight you suppose is no different.

Even though you often cap off the night having engaged in activities that could make the Victorian lady in Hyunjin faint, it’s not all that you do. Both you and Minho never let yourselves forget that you’re friends first and foremost. Sex is the added benefit that should never take anything away from your friendship. He is still one of the people you’re most comfortable with, one of the few people whose company you enjoy.

You’re sprawled out on the couch in your small living room when Minho returns from the kitchen with a plate of freshly peeled tangerines, the same ones that he brought over earlier. You push yourself to half-sit up so he could squeeze himself between you and the armrest, before you go back to laying your head on his lap as you two resume watching a bad movie that you put on.

“I hate this so much,” you comment, your eyes glued to the TV screen.

“You picked the movie,” Minho says. “It’s not that bad. The plot is kind of decent.”

“I’m not talking about that. Jeez, if they wanted to make a movie where the main character is a graphic designer, you’d think that they would at least consult someone who knows literally anything about visual art. Look at that horrendous typography job, the text isn’t even aligned with the edges and corners. This is hurting my soul.”

Your cushions (Minho’s thighs) shake lightly as he laughs at your dramatic outburst over something as trivial as a fictional character’s poor standards of digital art. But you really aren’t kidding; the way the woman on screen is butchering the text alignment is quite literally making that very particular part of your brain want to shut down for the next five to seven business days.

“They should’ve consulted you first, is that right?” Minho asks.

“They really should have. I could’ve done wonders for them,” you say matter-of-factly. “I almost majored in graphic design, y’know.”

You have a habit of biting your tongue around others because you know that people don’t really care about the same things you do. Whenever the opportunity arises for you to share tidbits about your interests, excitement would tumble out of you only to be quashed soon after when no one wants to listen to your silly little rambles. It’s disheartening, you’re used to it.

But you never feel that way around Minho. He always lets you babble on about anything and everything, even if he might not know what the hell you’re talking about. He indulges you. He never makes you feel neglected or ignored.

“Hmm, my little genius artist.” He taps your cheek once, and when you turn your head to glance at him, he tells you to open up before he slips a slice of tangerine past your lips. “You’re right. Even I can tell that it’s horrendous.”

You hum appreciatively when the sweetness of the juicy fruit floods your tastebuds. Minho’s hand trails down your arm to rest on your stomach, just below your ribs where he fiddles with the worn fabric of your sleep shirt. If he moves his hand up, he would be grazing your bare chest underneath your shirt. You didn’t bother with a bra because, well, comfort above all else, especially within the four walls of your own home. Besides, it’s nothing that Minho hasn’t seen anyway.

He keeps on feeding you tangerines in between your complaints about bad design standards until the movie ends and the plate is cleared. The only sound in the room is the soft music on the TV as the credits start to roll.

You turn to lie on your back, staring up at Minho. “That was deeply disturbing.”

“You chose it,” he reminds you. “You went in knowing what the premise was.”

“Yeah, I have no one to blame but me. I had too much faith in humanity.”

“And you call me weird.”

“You are weird,” you say. “But I like weird.”

Minho looks down at you and for a moment, he says nothing. His fingers trace something on your stomach. A heart or an odd circle, you don’t know; you’re always bad at deciphering those. His eyelids fall a bit, softening the usual sharpness of his gaze.

Then he’s pulling you by your shoulders, guiding you to sit up and before you know it, you’re situated on his lap with one of his hands on your waist, the other on the back of your neck. Minho tugs you closer, meeting your lips in a kiss in which you waste no time returning.

He’s sweet, like the tangerines that you were sharing all evening. It tends to start like this - sort of randomly, whenever it feels right. He squeezes your side in a comforting gesture as his tongue slips into your mouth. There are times where it’s more urgent, where one of you is needy and desperately seeks the escape and release that can only be found in the other’s embrace. Other times, it’s slower, more gentle, where you can really focus on making each other feel fully satiated.

This, right now - you would pinpoint somewhere in the middle. There’s no fiery clothes-ripping urge, nor a need to lay the other person bare and knead every single knot of stress from their system. Today, there’s just languid wanting; an unhurried inclination to be close.

Him and his tangerine flavored kiss, you and your resolve built on shaky foundation.

You start rolling your hips over his, tugging on his shirt because you want to feel his skin against yours. Minho stops you though; he puts both hands on your hips and pulls his lips away from yours. You blink, dazed, confused.

“I...” he starts, trying to even out his breathing as he finds the words. “I don’t want to have sex tonight.”

Embarrassment instantly washes over you. The rejection is a little humiliating; it’s the first time you’ve ever felt like this around him. Your cheeks catch fire from the mortification, and you’re very aware that you’re still sitting in his lap, right over his crotch.

Wanting to climb off of him and just fucking bury yourself in a ditch, you start stuttering like an absolute fool, “Oh... Y-yeah, no, of course! Shit, shit, I’m sorry. Of course we don’t have t-”

Minho holds you in place, one of the hands on your hips goes to cup your cheek to make you look at him. It effectively shuts you right up.

“Sorry. I shouldn’t have phrased it like that,” he says, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone in an earnest apology. “I just want to keep kissing you. Is that okay?”

You’re at a loss for words. He’s holding your face, your waist, so delicately. He looks drunk on your presence alone even though neither of you have had a single drop of alcohol tonight, so sincere in his simple request that you feel your heart swell tenfold.

You want it too. You’re more than okay with just kissing him.

You don’t answer him verbally. Instead, you just nod and move to kiss him again, your hands tangled in his soft hair. The sweetness of the tangerines grows more and more distant as you chase his lips, but you can taste his smile. It’s infinitely more saccharine, and it only grows sweeter when he holds you close and knocks the breath out of you.

When you pull away for air, you slump against him, hiding your face in the crook of his face, shy all of a sudden. He keeps you there but continues with his onslaught of kisses - on your hair, your cheek, your neck, anywhere his lips can reach. Like he simply can’t get enough of you.

“You really like kissing,” you comment, giggling quietly as you do. “Even when we… y’know, bone.”

“Bone? You’re so romantic, babe.” You feel the rumbles of Minho’s chest as he lets out a hearty laugh, the sound of which fills the space of your modest home, embeds itself in every nook and crevice, in between every minuscule crack in your walls until the whole place feels warmer, brighter somehow. “Are you complaining?”

“No... just pointing it out.”

“Well, I like kissing you,” he says. “You’re not a terrible kisser, I guess.”

You sit up straighter and catch the teasing grin on his face before you roll your eyes. “Gee, thanks. You really know how to sweet talk a girl.”

“Says the girl who uses ‘bone’ to describe sex.”

“It’s a perfectly good euphemism for ‘sex’.”

“You might as well just say ‘boink’.”

“Literally shut up.”

“Sure.”

Then he’s pressing his mischievous smile against your mouth once more, and you can’t really wrap your mind around how it’s even possible that he keeps getting sweeter and sweeter. His sugary kisses send warmth tingling up your spine, make a fluttery sensation erupt in your stomach. You’re lightheaded, and not the kind that can be remedied by a sufficient fix of blood oxygen.

Even though you’re perfectly content with kissing, there’s a certain implication that comes with only kissing that you’re not sure what to do with. He’s literally inside of you on a weekly basis and yet, this feels much more intimate than anything you two have ever done.

Because friends don’t kiss each other the way he’s kissing you right now. Friends don’t kiss each other the way you’re kissing him back.

A chime from your phone breaks you two apart, the intrusion forcing a mildly frustrated grunt from Minho. You find the mobile device hidden between the cushions of your couch, and after you quickly scan the notification on the screen, you tell him, “It’s Hyunjin.”

“What did I say? It’s always him at the scene of the crime,” Minho mutters, speaking in the same tone that one would when their sibling interrupts a round of their favorite video game. “What does he want?”

“Just wants me to send him a photo of the sample portfolio from our class.”

“Ignore him. He can wait.”

“He’ll call me if I don’t reply.”

“He’s so annoying,” Minho grumbles but loosens his hold on you nonetheless. “Hurry back.”

“It’ll only take a minute, you big baby,” you chuckle, pressing a swift peck to his lips before you get up from the couch and head toward your bedroom with your phone in hand, searching for the binder that Hyunjin is asking about.

Once you’ve snapped the picture and sent it to your friend, you return to the living room. When Minho hears your footsteps, he holds out an arm, silently beckoning you into his embrace again. And you do. You slide into the space next to him, slotting perfectly against his side.

Your fingers absentmindedly trace along his forearm until they reach his wrist. “This is pretty,” you say, touching the thin link bracelet that he always wears, the one with a small charm hanging off the center in the simple outline of a dove.

“You like it? I’ve had it for ages.”

“Mhmm, it suits you.”

A moment passes where you both sit in silence as you fiddle with the gold jewelry, and you can feel Minho’s eyes on your face the entire time. After a while, he pries your fingers off his skin, only to swiftly take off the trinket.

“No, Min. What are you doing?”

He doesn’t answer you. You attempt (in vain) to pull your wrist back but Minho is stronger. He holds it in place as he clasps the chain around your wrist.

“Minho, you are not giving me your bracelet.”

“Relax. It’s not like it was passed down from my great-great-grandfather. It’s just a random bracelet I bought when I was 18.”

“Why would you even give me your bracelet?”

He shrugs, as though he’s merely doing something as simple as letting you borrow you a pen. “It looks good on you.”

You look down to where his hand is still on your skin, his thumb gently sliding over your pulse point as he admires how the dainty gold reflects the dim lighting in your home.

And he’s right. It does look good, but he probably doesn’t mean it in the same way that you’re thinking of right now. You think it looks good because it’s something that belongs to him that’s now wrapped snugly around your wrist, like some sort of affirmation spoken in a language that only the two of you can understand.

Minho leans over and presses his warm lips to your forehead. It takes you by surprise, the way he does it as if it’s second nature to be this affectionate with you. It’s a tipping point, then suddenly your thoughts are running rampant.

The instruction has always been plain and simple: No strings attached.

But...

The chaste kisses with no expectation of sex, being protective when you’re in the presence of other guys, even giving you his bracelet to wear just because you said it was pretty.

Why do all of these sound an awful lot like strings?

You hesitate, then you ask, “What are we doing?”

“Hmm? You wanna watch another movie?”

“No, that’s not... What are we doing?” You don’t even know what word to put more emphasis on.

Minho looks at you and loosens his fingers. What he can’t understand through your words, you think he sees it in your eyes. “Say what you mean.”

“Are we friends?”

“Of course we are.”

“Are we still friends?”

“Do you not want to be friends anymore?” He cracks a smile, but you can tell that he’s just doing it to lighten you up. “You have terrible timing. I literally just gave you a bracelet.”

“Friends don’t do that.”

“Friends don’t give each other bracelets?”

“Friends don’t kiss like that.”

Minho seems a bit taken aback, though he regains his composure in mere seconds, his voice calm as he tells you, “Friends don’t have sex either.”

“What are you saying?”

“I don’t know. What are you saying? You brought it up.”

You open your mouth, only to subsequently close it because your thoughts were never really that coherent in the first place. You look away from him to glance down at your wrist.

“You’re being confusing,” Minho says quietly, honestly.

“I just… I don’t want anything to change.”

“Did anything change for you?” he asks.

“No,” is what you tell him after a long minute, when what you really mean to say is I don’t know. You can see it as it happens, some stars fading from his eyes, some light growing more faint in his irises. Though the despondence on his face disappears so fast that you’re not sure if it was even there at all, or if it was only a figment of your imagination.

Then you throw the question back at him. “Did anything change? For you?”

Minho’s answer is the same as yours - a clear No - and yet, it makes you feel like you’ve been punctured by something sharp. You don’t know why your heart drops upon hearing him say the exact same thing that you did, but you try not to let it show on your face. Your poker face isn’t anywhere as good as his, but you hope that it’s enough.

You give him a tight-lipped smile and nod a little.

“Then nothing’s changed.” He strokes your hair, emphasizing his point with a soft smile as he reassures you, “And nothing has to change. It’s a bracelet, don’t overthink it. We’re good.”

Sometimes, the decisions you make are bad because you can foresee the outcomes, or at least, you have an idea of the consequences will be later on and yet, you still choose to go through with it anyway.

Just like how you chose to watch a movie you knew would drive you crazy with its trivial details, you choose to accept the feeling of Minho’s bracelet around your wrist. You choose to believe him when he said nothing has changed, and that nothing has to change. You choose to sweep under the rug the thoughts that you’ve been having about him lately. You choose to overlook the reason why you’ve been having those thoughts instead of facing it head-on because you’re terrified of what you’d find if you dig deeper.

You choose to let the conversation end here though it still lingers in your mind, and you choose to let him kiss you goodnight when he leaves because tonight has already been a series of bad decision after bad decision anyway.

And when you fall asleep, it’s the soothing coolness of the golden dove against your skin that lulls you to slumber, like he’s here right beside you to hold you through the night.

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Secret Smokes

Pairing: Teacher! Remus Lupin x Reader

Series Summary: When the reader bumps into the new DADA professor on the bridge in Hogwarts she begins to build a friendship with him all thanks to their shared feeling of not belonging and love for muggle cigarettes. Their friendship blooms while they both fight internal battles deciding what is wrong and what is right leading to a lot of fluff, angst, flirting and a rollercoaster of emotions.

Warnings: Swearing, Drinking, teacher-student relationship (but like it’s all legal chill), SLOWburn we’re in for a long ride

Word Count: Just over 1k

A/N:

This story takes place in a AU where Harry's parents are still alive so Remus Lupin still has all his friends and there is no war however that doesn't make him any less angsty. Everything else is pretty much the same as the canon universe! Enjoy!

MASTERLIST | SERIES MASTER LIST | Part 1, Next Chapter

The wizarding world and the muggle world have always felt like two completely different worlds, maybe that's why Witches and Wizards who are muggle-born become outcasts. It's hard adjusting to a school but adjusting to a whole world at 11 is even harder. Even in your last year of Hogwarts you still didn't feel like you belonged, each summer going back to the muggle life that you have always known, working a summer job at a coffee shop and hanging out with muggles rather than wizards. You had friends in Hogwarts of course, some closer than others and even though it helped you feel more at home you knew that after Hogwarts you'd end up working a muggle job.

Maybe that's why entering your last year at Hogwarts didn't seem as intimidating because at the end of the day it didn't really matter what results you got in your N.E.W.T.S. Still in its own way you knew you'll miss the castle and the life you've lived in it. So your final train ride to Hogwarts felt a bit bittersweet. One thing didn't change, once again a new Defence against the dark arts teacher got introduced, this time one called Remus Lupin. He looked a lot kinder and nicer than the last one.

Your first week went by extremely quickly, quidditch practice hadn't started yet so you had more time to just hang out with your friends. All your lessons were easy so far as everyone was settling to being back. The new profesor was quickly becoming everyone's favourite due to his friendly nature, he seemed to befriend every student something no other profesor really did. You didn't really get to interact with him too much one-to-one during lessons as whenever he had free time the girls with a crush on him would jump onto the opportunity. You didn't really care about DADA as you wouldn't need it in the muggle world but you did understand why everyone was developing a crush, you had your own brewing for him.

It didn't take long for you to get home sick, homesick for the muggle world. Nothing really felt right to you, not even the food it just never tasted as good as what your mother would make, you missed your parents terribly it was a lot harder sending them owls than sending owls to wizard families, they didn't really grasp the concept. The twins could see that you were getting down again, they knew this happened every year after summer, and they've always tried to help lift your spirit. "Y/N we were thinking it was a good time to plan the first prank of the year what do you say?" Fred said. "Y/N is in her last year, she can't be participating in your silly games." Percy answered for you. "Who invited him?" George snapped back.

"Percy might be right I can't get in as much trouble as I did last year I don't want to get suspended, I'm on thin ice with old Minnie after the last prank we pulled before summer." You admitted, maybe you didn't care about your exam results but you didn't want to get suspended. The debate continued and you ended up agreeing to planning a prank that you may or may not help with. After dinner you decided to take a quick detour to the covered bridge, at the end of your fifth year you discovered it was empty in the evenings as it didn't lead to anywhere people would go at that time of night, it instantly became somewhere you would go for peace, and once you discovered smoking, it also got added to the list of secret smoking spots.

When you approached the middle of the bridge you saw a figure standing smoking a cigarette, you felt a bit gutted someone was using your spot but also excited at the idea of someone being so alike you. You approached them and they quickly put out the cigarette. "Don't worry man, I'm not a teacher I won't snitch." You claimed as you walked up to them before you could make out who it was.

"I know but I am." The figure replied, you were now close enough to make out that it was Professor Lupin. He was no longer leaning over the edge but standing straight with his hands in his pockets.

"I won't snitch if you won't?" You said pulling out your own packet of cigarettes. And his face turned to a gentle smile.

"I really shouldn't-" He protested. "Oh come on, you're new. This is normal." You preached. "Yeah Minerva and I do this all the time but don't tell her I told you." This got a laugh out of him.

"I may have believed you up until that point Y/N. But that's where you've lost me." He remembered your name and for some reason it made your heart skip for a second, he had so many students that he's met in one week and he still managed to memorise yours.

"Come on I'll give you a smoke if you don't tell anyone?" You reached out the pack to him "Camels?" He questioned while taking one. "You know them?" You took one out the packed for yourself before putting it away. "They're muggle smokes." He stated nonchalant, there wasn't any hate in those words which was rare around these halls. "I like them." You pulled out a lighter to light your cigarette while he snapped his fingers and it was instantly lit. "How did you do that? You instantly snapped back . "Do what?" He smiled while holding the cigarette in his mouth, he was attractive in the moon light. "Light it with a snap." You replicated his previous action. "It's a simple arson spell, just a small flame. I used wand less magic." He explained "If it's wand less why did you snap your fingers? Surely you could've just done it." You pressed. "Yes. You've got me there." He admitted. "So you were just trying to impress me?" Slipped out before you realised how those words could sound flirty, you barely knew the man. Truthfully if he wasn't your profesor and this was an interaction with a student you would be developing a stupid crush on them.

"You could say that." He said, with half a smile on his lips. "I'm the new profesor who you've just caught spending the evening by himself smoking, I don't want you to tell everyone I'm boring now I seem impressive."

"Or insecure." You shot back and he bit his lip and shook his head in disbelief at your words. He decided not to reply, instead went back to leaning over the bridge looking out into the darkness and smoking his cigarette and silence fell upon you both.

"I like the camel ones, just because the camel is cute." You broke the silence after a while, you felt bad for calling him insecure and wanted to kill the awkwardness. He laughed at your comment. "You know smokings bad for you? Even if the camel is cute." He said flicking the butt of his cigarette into the darkness. "I know." You quietly replied.

He checked his watch before standing up straight"Curfew has already started so don't stay out here too long as Snape is the one on duty today." He began to walk away. "Professor-" He turned around at your words. "This didn't happen right?" You questioned nervously. "What are camels?" He replied with a wink. "Have a good evening Y/N."

"You too Professor."

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Masterlist

Synopsis: in a world where alphas, betas, and omegas live along side modern humans as second class citizens, you've fallen through the cracks of a society that wants to take everything wonderful from you. Luckily a timely encounter with the boys just might save your life.

Chapter summary: the boys try to find your pack and face some painful truths.

Warnings: I feel like I should warn you that mc does not appear on screen at all for this whole chapter, language, honestly it's just pretty fuckin angsty.

Wc: 4k

The ride through the kaleidoscope of traffic lights and street lamps passed in near silence as they got closer to your address. Jungkook didn't notice, as caught up as he was in his own head, but for Yoongi the tension was excruciating. With one hand still on the wheel he stretched the other out to grip Jungkook's arm.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

Jungkook turned slowly to look at the other. "Talk about what?"

With a knowing smile that wasn't truly happy at all, Yoongi slid his hand down to grasp Jungkook's fist, which had been clenched to trembling on his thigh.

"Whatever is bothering you."

Jungkook rubbed his forehead and sighed, consciously unclenching his fist to let his fingers slot between Yoongi's and take the comfort the alpha's large, warm hands offered. He wouldn't really know where to begin. He'd seen so much shit today, the worst parts of society, and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. When he first became a cop less than a year ago, he thought he could make a difference, make this world a safer place for everyone in it. But he'd quickly learned that more often than not he was merely a witness, someone who gathered the pieces to say this is what happened when something terrible occurred and to pray for justice that would likely never come. Sometimes it was just a bit too much to handle or to speak of.

Yoongi knew that all too well. And Jungkook knew the offer to talk was just that, an offer, not a demand. Like Jungkook and Jimin, Yoongi saw horror on a daily basis, and he knew there were times that there weren't words to speak. All the pack knew there was an overwhelming amount of injustice all around them. Jin saw so much evidence of it in his office where he worked within the legal system to try and make a difference. But none of them saw it as viscerally each and every day the way the three of them did.

"I can't stop thinking about the phone call with that woman. The way she sounded…not just disgusted but shocked. She really had no idea that Y/N isn't Sap. How is that even possible?"

Yoongi shrugged. "It's not uncommon for Lykos to try to pass for Sapiens in the workplace. It's usually only betas who can get away with it but," he shrugged again. "You said it was a bar right? Between scent blockers and so many other people, maybe it's easy to hide. She gets better wages, better tips. Even though lots of professions aren't required to disclose a second gender, there are plenty of assholes out there that won't hire an omega. Or an alpha for that matter," Yoongi added.

Jungkook sneered. "I still can't believe there are betas out there who honestly think it's better for them to pretend to be Saps. I could never imagine doing that. To just disown your entire heritage like that?" He shook his head and stared out the window.

Yoongi just pursed his lips. He didn't think he could explain it to Jungkook, nor did he think it would matter at the moment. It was good that Jungkook was a proud Lykos, that he was proud of his family and his pack. But Yoongi knew from experience that it wasn't so easy for everyone. Passing for Sapien was, in most cases, a uniquely beta privilege. It was probably even harder for alphas than omegas in Yoongi's opinion. If Yoongi could have passed for Sapien or if alphas weren't so strongly discriminated against, he might have gone to med school and become a doctor. Not that Yoongi was complaining. He was proud to do his job most of the time, even if it wasn't everything he had once dreamed. Luckily, Yoongi didn't have to continue the conversation because the GPS on his phone told them they had arrived.

The building they were looking at was a dingy, dilapidated brown that hadn't seen a fresh coat of paint in several decades. Just as well. The building would probably be better off torn down than renovated.

"Jesus," Yoongi muttered under his breath. Jungkook unbuckled his seat belt. "Wait, let's have a plan. You wanna do good cop, bad cop?" Yoongi asked, gesturing first to his partner and then to himself.

Jungkook shook his head but there was a smile on his lips. "How about a cop and a concerned citizen."

Yoongi sighed. "Sounds lame, but okay."

The pair exited the vehicle and walked briskly up to the front door. The external entrance to the building didn't appear to have any functional lock, and Yoongi's alpha growled in his head at the lack of security as they walked right in the door. Inside, they could hear several TVs playing loudly, probably trying and failing to drown out the sound of the couple fighting on the second floor who they heard as Jungkook navigated them to the unit printed on your license. The mixture of scents in the building was just as loud. Everyone living in the building must be Lykos. When they arrived at #23–only the gold 2 was still present on the door while the 3 was outlined by peeling brown paint–Jungkook rapped on the door with three firm, decisive knocks. Yoongi could practically hear every asshole in the building clench at the sound of what could only be a cop's knock. He had to suppress a chuckle.

After a few seconds, they heard the sound of a chain and several deadbolts make way so that a young Lykos could open the door a few inches. By the smell of her, Yoongi would guess she was a beta.

"Good evening, ma'am. We're sorry to bother you. We're looking for the home of a woman named Y/N Y/L/N. Does she live here?"

"No, sir. She doesn't live here." The woman replied mechanically. Jungkook couldn't read her expression from behind the door.

"Please, we need to get in touch with her family. If you have any information about her," Jungkook pressed.

The woman hesitated a moment before speaking again. "Wait just a moment."

She closed the door on them and Jungkook and Yoongi shared a look of raised eyebrows. The former hoped to hear the slide of the last chain, but seconds ticked by and when she returned the door remained blocked. The woman passed several envelopes through the small space.

"I think she must have been that sad omega that lived here before me. I've been collecting these. Meant to take them to be returned to sender but I keep forgetting. Maybe you can get them to her."

Jungkook took the envelopes, not knowing what else he could do. He cleared his throat. "Thanks."

The beta closed the door once again without another word.

Jungkook heaved a defeated sigh and turned back to Yoongi. He flipped through the various envelopes he had been given. Past dues and final notices in among the junk. Just as they were about to walk toward the exit, a door on the opposite side of the hall opened, and a man stood against the door jam with his arms crossed.

"You looking for that little omega girl?" The tall man asked. Yoongi didn't need to smell him to know he was an alpha. He didn't want to smell him.

"Maybe. You know anything about her?" Jungkook replied vaguely.

"Y/N, right?" Jungkook gave a curt nod. "She lived across the hall for a year and a half. Three weeks ago she was evicted," the alpha informed him. Jungkook looked down at the late bills in his hand. That made sense.

"Any idea where she lives now? Or how to get in touch with her pack?" Yoongi chimed in.

The man gave an amused smile and shook his head. "This is not a place for people with packs," he answered with a gesture toward the general state of the place. "People in this building are usually lone wolves," he added. "Not that I didn't offer to help her with her heats, you know? I'm a helpful guy, especially for a pretty little omega like that."

Jungkook swallowed down the bile that rose in his throat while Yoongi merely stared the man down with a stoney look usually reserved for people who walked a little too close to Hoseok.

"Yeah, thanks for your help," Jungkook muttered as he walked past the man's door and down the hall toward the exit. Yoongi held his stance until Jungkook was a few paces ahead and then fell in line.

The drive back home was even more silent than before, and when they finally arrived they were surprised to find the house just as quiet. All five of their pack members were still awake, but no one spoke as Hoseok sat at the entrance to the hallway and stared down Namjoon and Taehyung. Jin cradled Jimin in his lap with his face buried in Jimin's scent gland. Or maybe it was Jimin that was holding him down.

"What's going on here?" Yoongi chuckled as he dropped his keys into the communal dish.

"These spoiled little alpha fucks have forgotten what the word no means," Hoseok replied, arms flexing as the crossed tightly over his chest.

"Is that so?" Yoongi asked with a raised brow.

"Yes, and just in case you've forgotten too: it means you cannot mount strange omegas without their consent, and consent cannot be given in the middle of heat," Hoseok said tightly.

"Jesus, did you jump her?" Jungkook asked, looking at his mates.

"No. We did not jump her!" Namjoon insisted just a little too forcefully.

"But you would have!" Hoseok fired back. "Alpha scum."

"You're acting like we're pigs or something," Taehyung grumbled.

"You are pigs," Jimin offered from behind him.

"You guys don't get it," Jin finally broke in, showing his face for the first time. "It's not like we want to fuck her. It's just a need. We are alphas, it's our duty to breed an omega in heat."

Yoongi shook his head as he joined his fellow alphas on the couch, squeezing in between Jin and Taehyung before pulling Jimin half-way into his lap to get a sniff because yeah, your scent had saturated every molecule of air inside the house. "Yeah, I don't think that's gonna fly this time, Jin."

"Look, we are doing our best to control ourselves here. Can you give us some credit?" Namjoon asked, but he only met with Hoseok's stony glare.

"Do you think her actual alphas will be thanking you for your bare minimum decency?" He turned his head to Jungkook. "Speaking of which, did you find them?"

Jungkook sat down near Hoseok and for once made an effort not to let his scent spread out, not until he could level himself out. The omega was on high alert, and didn't miss the pungent edge of mildew coming from him. Hoseok grabbed his sleeve and tugged until the beta scooted closer.

"What's wrong? What happened?" He urged as he ran fingers through Jungkook's hair.

The youngest sighed. "She doesn't live there but she used to. An old neighbor said she got evicted a few weeks back."

"No forwarding address?" Jin asked, fighting to keep his clarity.

"Neighbor said she was a 'lone wolf,'" Yoongi added, voice muffled by Jimin.

"Alone?" Someone echoed as Jungkook rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands.

"That place…it was awful. Even though I see it all the time—I don't think. I come home every night and I let myself forget that there are people out there with no pack, who are struggling just to survive."

"Kookie," Hoseok cooed, rubbing a hand up and down his mate's back.

"We're very lucky," Jin agreed.

"There are so many loners these days. We're trying so hard to get kids into good packs, but it can be tough to find the right fit. And so many of them have trust issues or have never had a pack…they don't know what they're getting into at all. It scares me to think that could have been me," Jimin reflected. It was only a handful of years ago that a chance meeting with Yoongi had led him to his home. Jimin's light scent and lack of a family history often excluded him from groups and from forming proper bonds with other Lykos. He was the last to join their pack, but it was always a blessing.

The sadness filling the room and his mates caused panic to rise in Hoseok's chest. His fingers curled into Jungkook's shirt. "Maybe the neighbor was wrong. Maybe she moved out to move in with a pack!" He suggested with forced cheerfulness. "Did you find any other leads in her bag?"

Jungkook shook his head. "I didn't have a chance."

Hoseok popped to his feet. "I'll go get it from the room!" He paused as he turned. "Keep your eyes on those four," he added before padding to your door and closing it behind him in a futile attempt to keep your heavy scent inside.

"I was just reading an article today about how pack life is healthier for people. Omegas live 8 years longer on average as part of a pack than alone," Namjoon told them just to fill the silence. He was one of the lucky ones, like Jin, Hoseok, Tae and Jungkook, who had only ever known pack life. For them any other way seemed inconceivable. They'd gone from pups to their own mature pack without ever living one night on their own, but even the thought of it ached with unbearable loneliness. Lykos were not meant to be alone.

Hoseok returned a moment later, large black purse in hand.

"How is she?" Yoongi asked.

Hoseok gave a dramatic eye roll. "She's fine."

"Hyung," Tae whined.

"She's so fucking out of it she doesn't know where she is right now, Taehyung."

That did not soothe any of the alphas fraying nerves.

"Maybe we could just cuddle–"

"No." Hoseok cut Namjoon off. "You are not going in there for anything. End of discussion."

He dropped the bag on the floor in front of Jungkook, who opened it and began to carefully sort through your belongings. At the top of the bag was a change of clothes that he couldn't stop himself from taking a sniff of, catching your normal crisp apple scent instead of the gooey apple pie you were giving off tonight. The trace on the shirt was so faint it was almost drowned out among the other smells in the house.

"Let me smell it," Namjoon chirped before he could stop himself.

"Don't you feel embarrassed?" Hoseok returned quickly and harshly, and Namjoon cowed his head because he did.

Jungkook merely set the clothes to the side and continued to search. Next he pulled out two boxes of extra strength scent blockers, the kind that go inside your nose so you don't smell anyone around you, and then a bottle of scent spray that you bought at a Sap store. It smelled similar to your apple, but more artificial and layered with other scents.

"I guess this is how she passes," Jungkook mumbled as he set the items in front of Hoseok, who picked up the bottle and sniffed its top, wrinkling his nose at the chemical smell. Your scent was much nicer than that.

The pack's attention was drawn to a rattling sound before Jungkook pulled out a large plastic medicine bottle. He looked briefly at the label before shaking the bottle and then handed it to Hoseok.

"If she had a full bottle of heat suppressants, why did she go down like that?" Jungkook wondered aloud.

The omega beside him unscrewed the cap and shook a single pill into his hand. "Holy fuck! I didn't know they were this big! How does anyone swallow that?"

"Let me see?" Jimin asked. He was probably more familiar with heat suppressants than any other pack member because they were required in order to stay in pretty much any mixed-gender shelter, and even in many single-gender ones. Hoseok replaced the cap and tossed the bottle across the room. Jimin picked it out of the air with one hand and brought it down in front of him and Yoongi. "Where the fuck did she get these?" Jimin asked after reading the label.

"What is it?" Jungkook asked. It wasn't something he was particularly well-versed in since Hobi had never taken any. And he'd never had any other omega.

"I've only ever heard about these," Yoongi said, taking the bottle from Jimin. "Some omega activists are trying to get these banned. They have mega doses of hormones to stop heats, but they can cause permanent damage to an omega's reproductive system. I've also heard that most omegas don't like to take them unless they have to because the side effects are really harsh."

"I've heard rumors that some of the shelters give them out to omegas who want to stay," Jimin added.

"Is this one of them?" Jungkook asked when he found a crumpled flier in your bag. The paper showed a posed group of people wearing smiles outside a generic looking building in the downtown area. It also stated the hours of operation and contact information. Jimin held out a hand and Jungkook passed it through the alphas to him.

Jimin gasped quietly. "This is the worst shelter in town. The people who run this are fundamentalists who think that Lykos are abominations. They preach that we are unnatural and against god. Kids sometimes come to us from there and have said they were prevented from nesting or sharing beds with others. I'm sure they gave her these before letting her in but-" That didn't answer how you had ended up in your current state.

Jungkook thought he was going to be sick, and he wasn't alone.

"Why would anyone go to an organization like that?" Taehyung wondered, his hand sliding into Namjoon's.

"Some people don't have any choice," Jimin answered.

Everyone sat in quiet thought for a moment until the sound of Jungkook's sob broke from his chest. Six heads snapped in his direction, but only one spoke up.

"Jungkook, come here, baby," Jin said with arms held open. Jimin moved down to sit over Namjoon and Taehyung while Yoongi squeezed to make room for Jungkook. In spite of being a beta, Jungkook was just a little too large to sit comfortably in the pack alpha's lap, but he sat down and let Jin pull his legs over his lap and snuggled into his chest. "Tell alpha what's going on," Jin cooed.

Jungkook tried to calm his sobs, which got easier when Yoongi pressed himself against the beta's back. It took a minute before he was able to speak, but no one rushed him.

"I saw an omega get killed today," he finally said in a watery voice. "He was just a couple years younger than Y/N. He was alone and he was shot by some hateful Sap, for no reason. And all I could think at the time was where is his pack? Why didn't they protect him? But he didn't have a pack. There wasn't anyone to call. And then we found Y/N. And I just…why isn't there anyone to call?"

Jin hugged the man tighter to his chest and let him cry. "It's okay, Kook. Let it out. It's okay. There are four good alphas here and no one is going to get hurt," he assured in a soft voice.

Jungkook sucked in the deepest breath he could before he pulled away and leaned into Yoongi. "Sorry, it was kind of a fucked up day," he said as he wiped his eyes.

Yoongi gave his arm a squeeze, one that said he was sorry there were so many fucked up days, because Yoongi always knew more about them than the others, because sometimes Yoongi and Jungkook would lay in the nest in the spare room and whisper the things that haunted them before they could go to sleep.

"You should have told me before we went out, Kookie. We didn't have to go." Jimin reached a hand out across the alphas and Jungkook took it.

"I'm glad we did though." He didn't want to think what it would be like otherwise.

"Pup, you need to tell us when things are weighing on you like that," Hoseok chided, still rooted to his spot on the floor.

"I honestly can't bring that to you all the time," Jungkook admitted.

"We’re your pack, Jungkook-ah," Jin reminded him. "It's our job to share your burden, especially when it's too hard."

"I'll try."

Hoseok sighed. "It's late. Everyone, go to bed. We can decide what to do next in the morning."

No one argued with the omega. The tone of the conversation had dampened their yearning for you in the other room.

"Are you coming, my love?" Jin asked with an arm outstretched to pull him up.

Hoseok shook his head. "You all go on."

"Honey, you can't sit here all night."

"I'll get some things settled for her and then I'll sleep on the couch. No one will get past me."

Jin pouted. "But it won't be the same in the nest without you. You haven't even gotten a chance to build it up yet. How can we sleep there?" Seokjin always became so codependent when he was sleepy.

Hoseok's resolve cracked just a little.

"Hobi, you go up. I'll stay down here. I think I'd be more relaxed that way anyway," Jungkook suggested. It would be easier to rest if he knew you were safe from danger. Is this what it felt like to be an alpha all the time?

Hoseok grumbled but he was already giving in. "I can't let you go to sleep smelling like that."

With a wave of the omega's hand, all of his packmates gathered around Jungkook and marked wherever they could reach until he smelled like the unique blend of scents that to him smelled like home. When they finally backed away, Jungkook wore a dopey, scent-high smile, and Hoseok could go upstairs to his nest with one fewer worry.

Once they had all gone up to bed, Jungkook took a thick blanket from the hall closet that was too thick to use this time of year and laid it out on the floor in front of your door along with a pillow from the couch. He thought briefly about going in to check on you, but he honestly wasn't sure he would be able to stop himself from climbing in the nest to cuddle you. He couldn't stop thinking about the way they wouldn't let you sleep with others in the shelter, or how you had probably slept alone for at least a year and a half prior to that. But Hoseok was right about boundaries and consent, and he could be good if he just stayed on this side of the door. If you couldn't be comforted, you could at least be safe.

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angel-of-the-moons · 7 months

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hii!!! i love ur work!!! i was just wondering if u could do a part 2 of the hobie x reader where they have no strings attached when they were both reallyyyyy horny

(if u could, could they be like uhh either reader or Hobie somehow is close to getting a relationship [or is acc just going to answer someone asking one of them out and wants to be exclusive] and is talking to the other abt it and it could change their little f buddies relationship or something maybe angsty?? maybe fluff?? or maybe like yeah no congrats lets do this one last time until you break up)

thank u v much!!!

No Strings Attached Pt. 2

Hobie x Fem!Reader

(Hobie and Reader are obviously adults in this fic.)

TW/CW: NSFW, Smut, PiV sex, counter sex, condom usage, safe sex, wee bit of angst, feelings, a whole lotta feelings(?), marijuana/pot usage (bro nobody can convince me Hobie seriously doesn't smoke it), some alcohol, bad date

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: Spoiler alert: Strings got attached. A bit shorter than the first chapter, but I like it like this

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You and Hobie had agreed to be "friends with benefits" on the account that the biggest rule was it wouldn't affect your friendship, that you wouldn't lose each other due to petty bullshit.

And it was a system that worked. Mostly.

Hobie couldn't deny the twinge of... of something inside him when he saw some loser bloke try to rizz you up with cheap pickup lines. He would crush it by downing a cheap shot of whatever liquor he had, and remind himself that you could do whatever--or whoever--you wanted.

In the end he never had to worry, though. Whenever you needed that "itch" scratched, you two would hook up. Most of the time in his flat, or yours, sometimes he'd park his van somewhere and you two would do it there.

One time you two were in the middle of something and some coppers started pounding on the van doors. You two were quick to make sure they knew they were interrupting something, and peel out before they asked too many questions.

Man, the look on their faces when you swung the door open while only dressed in your panties and one of Hobie's almost-too-tight tank tops was priceless...

You two were hooking up more and more often, the relief and euphoria of just having rounds of backbreaking sex was almost enough to distract you from everything that occurred during the day.

Almost.

Right now you were bent over your kitchen counter, Hobie's long, nimble hands gripping your hips as though his life depending upon it as he stuffed his cock into you at an earth-shattering pace.

"Gh--fuck." You groaned, wiping the drool from the corner of your mouth. "God--fucking--damn it." You bite out after each punishing thrust, stuffing you full in a way that only he has been able to manage this far.

"Ey? What's what?" Hobie chuckled breathlessly as his hips smack into your ass, sending the skin ripping as he fucked into you. "Got somethin' t' say, luv?"

The moment he angled his hips at just the right angle, your body went rigid, your gummy walls crushing down around him as you came around his cock, squeezing him tight as he kept pushing and pulling into your hot cunt.

You buried your face in your arms as they folded on the counter, whimpering as Hobie gritted his teeth and pounded into you at a less coordinated, frantic pace, instead focusing on his own release and need to cum, now.

God damn was Hobie a good lay. He was probably one of the better sexual partners you've ever had, always making sure you cum before he does, taking the time to learn what makes you tick; taking you apart with every swipe and stroke of his fingers and cock.

You wondered how in the fuck Hobie hadn't gotten a girlfriend. Had half the women in the city known how endowed and how well-versed he was in sex, he'd had every eligible bachelorette (and not) breaking down his door to have a chance for a romp in the sheets with him.

You felt Hobie slam up into you in a way that knocked air from your lungs in a choking gasp, eyes rolling back as you felt the condom swell with his cum as he fucked you through his high.

"Fuckin' shit." You sigh, laughing softly as you relax as the last few waves of his orgasm ebbed.

"Mmm... Now what were you sayin' earlier?" Hobie laughed, swatting your ass playfully.

"Ugh. Don't do that!" You laugh at him over your shoulder.

"Mmm, fine fine." He said, cock still sheathed inside you as he put his hands up dismissively. "Now what is it?"

"Oh, right. I have a date tonight."

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You'd gotten all dolled up, your best dress, nice comfy heels, makeup... The works.

Your dress was a deem emerald green plunge, v-neck that revealed the right amount of cleavage; the hem of the dress ended just above your knees, a slit cut up to mid-thigh, revealing the sheer stockings you wore that hugged your thigh.

You had been asked out by a man who looked far too out of his element in the punk pub you both met in, but he seemed charming and relatively well-mannered. Better than half the drunk idiots who hit on you when you went out.

And being brought to a four-star restaurant? Yeah, you were an idiot to say no to that. You weren't shallow, but hey, you've never gone anywhere this fancy before.

And he seemed nice, you really hoped that maybe, just maybe, you could have a sincere relationship with him. Like, as in, keys to the flat, boyfriend material kind of relationship.

Yeah. You were wrong.

An hour into the date and you were tempted to slip an SOS to the waiter to distract him long enough for you to slip away from Garrett (your date).

He was arrogant, a snobbish prude who, upon inspecting your dress, crinkled his nose and said he expected someone as "refined" as you to dress more conservatively. He also said that women should not be involved with such "heavy" music such as punk, rock, or metal; which happened to be some of your favorite genres.

Garrett had also admitted that the last woman he was with wasn't forthright about her previous "dalliances" in bed. That she was "used goods" and couldn't "satisfy his needs" in a way that a woman lacking would be able to do.

Translation: he was so shit in bed he wanted a woman who had no experience to compare his miserable excuse of a forty-second orgasm, bean dick to.

A misogynistic prick who had a virgin fetish.

Yeahhhh... No.

You finally got sick of it, standing up and splashing your chocolate martini all down his expensive suit, the brown liquid staining the white of his button-up.

"Blood hell, are you insane--?!" Garret spat at you, standing up to glare at you.

"I'm fucking my best friend." You say, flipping him the bird after slapping a wad of notes on the table for the poor wait staff. "So you can take your weak ass dick and fetishes to some club where women can point and laugh at you, since you think women who have "given themselves" to men before you are disgusting."

Your heels clicked as you spoke over your shoulder, "And you can lose my number."

The whole restaurant went quiet, aghast and amazed, breaking out into excitable murmurs about the scene that unfolded.

The staff gossiped about it for days.

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"Bloody hell!" Hobie laughed as he slapped his knee as you retold the story. "Wish I coulda seen that bloke's face!"

"Ugh, I was so close to skewering his eye with a champagne flute." You sigh, taking a drag of the joint in-between your lips, puffing the smoke out of your nose with practiced ease.

"Ah, if ya did that I'd have to bust you free from the goddamn cops." Hobie snorted derisively as you passed him the joint.

"My hero!" You say, clasping your hand under your chin and batting your eyelashes theatrically.

Hobie laughed, choking on the smoke as he puffed the joint. "You li'le shit! Don't make me laugh while I'm smoking!"

You giggle and kick your feet at him as his spindly hand swats at you.

Once your laughter dies down, you lay your legs across his lap, and you both fall into a comfortable silence, smoking and drinking as you watch the television.

His thumb caresses soothing circles into your ankles, your heels long discarded and tossed by his door.

Surprisingly, to his credit... Hobie didn't slide his hand up your thigh and under your dress like you anticipated he'd do. He kept his hands low, massaging you.

And you stayed like that, for almost two hours until he spoke up as the credits began to roll, your name tumbling out of his lips awkwardly.

"Yeah?" You say, stretching and arching your back as you reclined on the couch.

"Shoot me if this is crazy." Hobie said, rubbing the back of his neck, looking somewhere else in the flat.

You blinked at him, sitting up like someone dumped a bucket of ice water on you.

Was Hobie Brown nervous?

"I know you said when we started this you didn't want anything serious..."

"Hobie...."

He held his hands up to stop you so he could continue, "But hear me out. We get along great, we've got a shitton of great chemistry. You're funny as shit, and a badass..."

You lean forward, tucking your knees underneath you.

"You're fuckin' smart as hell, got no business bein' around me, but--"

"Hobie!" You snap, leaning into his face.

His eyes go wide and lock with yours, his thick, full lips opening and closing as he struggles to find the words to speak.

"Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?"

He awkwardly looked to the side, and you gripped his jaw with your hand, jerking his face to look at yours once more.

"Hobie. Again. Are you ask--"

"Yes."

You weren't sure what knocked you off more, the fact he interrupted you with such a matter-of-fact answer, or the fact you knew he was serious. And Hobie was rarely serious about much in his life.

But this?

You lean back, blinking at him, looking at your hands as you dropped them in your lap.

The seconds tick by at an agonizingly slow pace as you carefully make your decisions, pick your words like a farmer selects the best, ripest crop from the vine.

But at the same time... Maybe the decision had been made for the two of you all along?

A grin slowly creeps up your face and you look back at him. "Fuck it. Why not?"

What was it Miguel said? Canon events, and all that?

#🌙 answered #hobie brown x reader #hobie x reader #hobie brown x you #hobie brown #hobie spiderverse #atsv hobie

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journeytomonkiekid · 6 months

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I have two (little/big? I don't know, it just piled up) things to say. Both quite old, but the asks were blocked at the time.

1. I know you don't want Saria to have much interaction with the Gang. But unless LBD loses interest in Macaque, it will be difficult. So if/when Mac get under her power, will Saria be more of a pawn for her to exploit, or a hostage to encourage Mac to do as she tells him? I know that as a partial Huli jing Saria isn't as powerful as a full bloodet one, but it reminded me of her conversation about her tails to power ratio with the twins and the ninth tail and the power called the monster (this panel kind of remind me of Naruto and I don't know if that's intentional or not but i like it eather way), which I assume is more of Macaque's Shadow kaiju rather than Wukong's mythological three-headed monster form (I mean, it's less of a body transformation and more of a physical manifestation of your power around your body. Or not, I could be wrong .) Anyway, once Wan Ji gains more power and control over it, she might come in handy for LBD to use. Or she missed it, like the spider apocalypse.(the idea of sleeping through two apocalypses, three depending on what she was doing during the possest demon Bull king time, is honestly hilarious to me) I also entertain the idea of possest Saria as a angsty experience for characters and readers.

2. Second and this is more of a headcanon for the show than your story, but I was curious what you would say about it.

So in the canon JTTW, Wukong scribled out his name and the names of as many monkies as he could from the book of the dead. Originally, Macaque is not part of the crew, but he is in the show, and im sure that he's name was the first that come to his mind right after his own. Just erasing your name from the book doesn't make you immortal, it just keeps the death gods away from going after you. Here's the thing, what if, because his name wasn't in the book, after his death no one came to claim Macaque's soul, he wandered around as a ghost and didn't find sny peace in between his death and resurrection. What if because his soul was left to wonder did LBD manage to catch his soul so easyly.

I never said Wan Ji wouldn't meet the gang, just that isn't gonna happen yet... 1) not responding here, because anything I say is going to give false indications. Also in future reference, please stop asking about LBD, we get there when we get there. EA hasn't even reached Shadow Play yet, we are not getting there for AT LEAST 3 chapters, and that's being generous. 2) this is so much speculation on something that wasn't even said. if you like/want that headcanon go for it, but Macaque did in fact die, and Macaque also didn't say his name was removed, so there's no proof for or against his name being wiped out. Also he said he had a taste of death, and has been to the underworld, so Idk??? I'm just waiting to see what the show-writers say, if anything. If they don't make any conclusive statements, I just have to assume he died by Wukong's hand, ended up in the underworld, then was revived by LBD. Again, if you like that idea, go ahead, I just don't see what my opinion here matters, because I'm trying to stay as close to the source material as possible atm.

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Favourite Underrated Ship? Simple answer: Every single Pete rarepair! -> PorschePete? Iconic! Brilliant! Phenomenal! Most people love "best friends who kiss", I love "secret third thing". However one enjoys them, though, they're delicious to consume😌 (You might think it's not an underrated ship, but I'd like to inform you that it has, in fact, less than 100 fics on Ao3, so it very much is in my book. I'm happy to have contributed to it by posting two of them, but I'd love it if there were more. Hopefully, I'll get inspired anew one day.) -> KinnPete? Oh please, the power dynamics make me giggle like a 10 year old girl playing with Barbie dolls. Such glorious toxicity, such perfect ways Kinn could use and abuse Pete to his benefit, either with or without knowing he's doing it. You can do so much with them, either pre, during or post canon and I get so excited thinking about it. (This one has less than 50(!) fics posted, so I'm super thankful to the few authors who have gifted me some amazing works. Sharing my personal favourite because it deserves to be cherished 🥹) -> ArmPete? Do I even need to sell this one? It can do fluff, it can do angst, it can do smut, it can do it all. My personal favourite flavour of it is Arm having unrequited feelings for Pete because it's just so deliciously angsty 😇 I love me some pain, I can't help it. (This one doesn't have any fics to its name, besides one in Chinese. I'm devastated. I did personally have an idea for a multi-chaptered fic with 3k words already written, but if I manage to focus on it properly one day, it'll end up being a simple one-shot.) -> KimPete? Oh, you mean the ship I got so obsessed over I wrote 25k words of them platonically bonding, while having Kim think to himself more than once how pretty Pete is? You mean the ship that shares so many similarities with VegasPete, while still having its own identity based on the differences between Kim and Vegas? You mean the love of my life? (Again, fics for this one are almost non-existent, which is a shame, but understandable. One day, I'll manage to enrich the tag. One day.) -> TankhunPete? Take KinnPete's fucked up power imbalance and twist it in a more peculiar direction. What you get is this ship, which makes me so uncomfortable but so, so intrigued. (Incredibly underrated with how few fics it has, but a special thanks to this one for altering my brain chemistry when I first read it.) -> BigPete? Rivals who might engage in hate sex from time to time? Pals who share the same fate and understand it and bond over it? Pick your poison and roll with it, because it's delicious either way. I'm personally team "They hate each other" because it's more fun that way 😉 (Almost nothing here again, which is a shame, but again understandable. I had forgotten they shared 2 lines of dialogue together in the show, I deadass thought they never talked to each other, which was great for me lol. Here's one fic written by the same person who wrote the KinnPete one, in case you'd like something cool to read.) -> TayPete? This one's for pure aesthetic reasons because have you seen Tay, have you seen Tay at the auction, have you imagined Pete and Tay fucking at the auction, because I surely have 🙂 It's such a gorgeous image, I lose focus for a hot minute when it comes to me. (This one's tricky, because most people write Vegas/Pete/Tay, which is a glorious choice and I support it, and my talented friend is writing a very good VPT fic, but I'd love it if there were more fics that focus on these two only. They're too powerful, I can't get enough.) I think those are all the ones I'm personally obsessed with. All I have to say is, Pete deserves all the beautiful men and what they'd like to do with him ❤️

#kpanniversary2024 #underrated ships #I have *opinions* about this #this is just a summary #give Pete all the gorgeous men pls #he deserves it #*I* deserve it #do let me know if I've forgotten any ship #it's important to remember them all #for science #pete saengtham #kinnporsche the series

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tiniest-hands-in-all-the-land · 7 months

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do u have any tvdint fic reccs? <- has been combing through the tvdint ao3 tag several times

If you've been through the AO3 tags, then chances are you've read most of my reccs, but i'll list em anyway as well as the few i've read through on Pixiv :0

Please keep in mind that you should always read through the tags and warnings of these fics (and ANY fic) before proceeding. I tend to like darker/angsty storylines, so just be aware. Most of these reccs are SFW, but there are a couple that dip into NSFW territory.

Besides grouping them from English AO3 fics, Non-English AO3 fics, and Pixiv fics, there is no order to this list

"I'm Not Going Anywhere" by AruiI: Ronaldo gets critically injured during a hunt. Draluc does his best to keep him alive until he can get to a hospital, and is forced to realize just how scared he is to potentially lose him

Stages of Grief by WyvernQuill: Draluc decides to prove to his friends that Ronaldo doesn't care about him, and plays a prank where he seems to have permanently died. Author wrote this fic before discovering that Chapter 47 was a thing that existed, but is a lovely tragic take on the Draluc permadeath concept

Underground by MerrilyAround: Ronaldo and John return to their apartment to find Draluc and his coffin mysteriously missing. Meanwhile, a very vocal anti-vampire group are being very cryptic about what could have possibly happened to him

Don't Lie to Me by AruiI: Draluc gets sick and tries his damnedest to hide it, at the detriment of his own health. Needless to say, Ronaldo finds out, and does his best to take care of him, while having no idea what he's doing

The Invicible's Opponent by tori1116: Ronaldo ends up with a broken arm after a job, and realizes he's gonna have a lot of trouble bathing with one working arm. Draluc offers to help. This is a Chinese fic, but the story is rewritten in English in the second chapter. NSFW warning. Some absolutely killer characterization in this one, chef's kiss

I'm going back to 505 by Insane_fangurL: Ronaldo offhandedly wishes that Draluc would stay dead. Little does he know that someone who is very willing to make that happen was listening

Something Bothered. by CowboyAdvice: Draluc's cousin is getting married, and Draluc and Ronaldo are invited to the wedding. Draluc is less than thrilled for reasons he won't delve into, and the arrangements for their involvement are a little eyebrow-raising. NSFW warning

you're gonna carry that weight by notreally: Ronaldo gets kidnapped by a vampire with a grudge. He has to resist and fight tooth and nail if he wants to survive. Love this one purely cuz it showcases Ronaldo's ability to truly fight that we rarely ever get to see in canon lol

Case #94 by Moana230: A reimagining of Chapter 1 of the manga. Ronaldo is a private investigator hired by a woman to figure out where her kid keeps sneaking off to. This leads him to a decrepit castle with lots of still-active booby traps and a mysterious voice leading him around

The Inverse Relationship between a Gentleman and a Contradiction by ferret: A lovely Inverse!AU story. Draluc dwells on this strange, overly-flowery hunter who has taken a fancy to him, and realizes a lot of their sweet, innocent words don't line up with the rest of them

thinner than water (thicker than blood) by awesomecookies: A wonderful take on Hiyoshi's earlier years. A story of a kid who was thrown into adulthood too early, and didn't want to let go of that freedom that came with being young, even when it came at the detriment of neglecting his responsibilities with his little brother and sister

And I Taste Milk (Please, Please Runaway) by awesomecookies: A Coffeeshop!AU fic. Ronaldo works at a crappy coffeeshop and has begrudgingly taken a fascination with the snarky, chronically ill man who looks a little too much like a vampire for comfort and his two adorable kids. (Sidenote i think this is genuinely the first coffeeshop au i've ever read f;aoiefna)

Okay from here on out, the fics are not written in English and don't have any official translations. I shucked them through a translator, and they read mostly coherently, and these are my favorite ones that i've found

月白 by overdriveojoj: Draluc has a secret that he's never told anyone, not even John: when he dies, he can see the auras of everyone around him. He becomes infatuated with observing the differences between them, and becomes especially entranced with Ronaldo's moon-white aura

昼夜交替 by Qi_U: A collection of oneshots, ranging in tone and humor. My personal favorite is chapter 2, where Draluc decides to move away from Shinyoko and takes many trips down memory lane as he packs his things

【羅納德拉】A Thousand Years by SSilverse: A short fic Ronaldo and Draluc have a discussion about vampire and human romances, and why they typically don't work out.

his little color game by rodionychh: Draluc muses about all his favorite colors, and shockingly realizes that all of his favorites tie into Ronaldo in some way

【羅納德拉】旅行 by leci1028: Ronaldo decides that he wants to escape his current life and go on a roadtrip with Draluc and John with no real destination or ending; he and Draluc discuss the theoreticals of how it would all work out. I will be honest: this one guts me every time

I bet on losing dogs by a_ailema: After another stressful deadline crunch, Ronaldo realizes just how much Draluc means to him and how much he's improved his life. Draluc realizes the same about Ronaldo. A wonderful character study

德拉羅納短篇 by tori1116: Another collection of one shots. Highly recommend chapter 5, where Delta!Ronaldo actually succeeds in dying, and meets Canon!Draluc in the death realm. Draluc recounts just how he got there to satiate Ronaldo's curiosity and make him feel better. NSFW warning for some chapters iirc (admittedly it's been a while since I've read this one)

These last ones are on Pixiv. I don't find Pixiv's filtering system nearly as intuitive as AO3's, so most of these fics are ones i've read off of others' recommendations

退治人と吸血鬼の非公開事件 by みる: Ronaldo is visited by a mysterious lady who tells him that in 3 days, she will die. Investigating leads him and Draluc down a rabbit hole of experimentation, disease, and a strange murder mystery

ワルツはもう踊れない(ロナドラ)【5/4再版します】 by 46/shiro: After solving a strange case where a vampire killed her lover and drained his body of blood, Ronaldo realizes that he can't remember too many of the details surrounding the case. Something is up with his shooting hand, and Draluc is looking for strange accommodations that he's never requested before

深海で息をする by 土鳩: Draluc has fallen into the sea, and his ashes are scattered in the waves. Ronaldo has spent years and years trying to collect his ashes and bring him back. This story is written in a mob character's perspective

Con Fuoco by tomioka: Ronaldo confesses his feelings for Draluc, and the vampire doesn't respond. Soon after, something is awoken in Draluc that makes everything he touches burn.

悪夢を憐れむ歌 by カルノ: Ronaldo goes to the library one night and finds an odd book. On his way home after closing time, he spots Draluc in the rain being attacked by an obsessed fan, and goes to intervene. But not everything is as it seems.

Aaaanndd I think i'm gonna cut it off here for now. My brain is dead fa;oewfinae I have a lot more faves than what's on this list, but some of them are a little too my tastes to really share, some of them are a little to scandalous to share, and some of them are just "I remember liking this one but for the life of me i can't remember what it was about and i don't have the time to reread atm"

But hopefully this helped at least a little! This fandom is very small, but the fics are wonderful ^^

#the vampire dies in no time #kyuuketsuki sugu shinu #anonymous #ask #fic recs #long post #if any of these links don't work or go to the wrong place or smth let me know #i checked them all so they should be good #but also i'm so eepy rn #it is time for me to go snork mimimi

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Among Flames and Starlight Chapter 10

a/n: here it is!!! thank you for being patient! this is another fun one. Hold it tight because chapter 11 will be Angsty.

Warnings: none

Word count: 2.5k

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After days, the rain eventually cleared up. The ground was safe for riding and Irene spent most of her time in the studio. In only a few short days the recital would take place. She convinced Lucien to build a small stage for the barn. Eris helped too. She wasn’t used to his presence so she became hyper aware of everything he did. Whenever he was around, Lucien told Jesminda it was better if she stayed away.

Irene questioned his decision and during one of their rides he explained “it’s not that I don’t trust Eris. I actually trust him the most out of all of my brothers. But Jesminda is a villager and if Beron found out-”

“Would Eris tell him?”

“He wouldn’t say anything, but Beron has ways of making us talk. So the less he knows the better.”

“Did I do wrong in telling him about the studio?”

“That's different, you are not a villager.”

“But my students are and so are their parents.”

They rode in silence for a few minutes until Lucien figured out what to say next. “Eris knows how to deal with Beron, he wouldn’t do anything that put so many fae at risk.”

“But Beron forced him to marry me, he must not be that good at dealing with him.”

They didn’t speak the rest of the ride.

Eris dreaded these meetings. Once, every thirty days, he would have to enter his father’s study and give reports. Usually, Beron asked about the tributes collected from the villages, any news from the emissaries he kept in contact with, Lucien and Mora. Recently, he began asking about Irene and her whereabouts. “Where does she ride off to? When can I expect an heir? Is she causing trouble?” None, he knew that none of those questions were to be taken at face value. He was rubbing salt in the wound. Reminding him what happened the last time he crossed his High Lord. Eris kept his answers ambiguous. “Around the house grounds. When the Mother and the Gods choose to bless us. No.”

He would never, in a million years, think to tell him how a tentative... something bloomed between them. How, he didn’t know exactly when, he stopped avoiding her. How she was doing more for the court than any of them had done in decades. Because Irene was not meant as a companion or an asset. Her sole purpose in Autumn was to remind Eris who was in charge.

The lordling did not want to think of what would happen if Beron felt she no longer served that purpose.

After giving the regular answers and finishing the reports, Eris decided he would stay away from her for a while. No willing to tempt the fates.

He went about his usual business. Collecting tributes, dealing with confidential correspondence and keeping Lucien out of Beron’s grasp. When he had a respite, he would seclude himself in the cottage he set aside for the hounds, not wanting to risk the library. But reading was difficult with the dogs running around and interrupting any level of concentration Eris might have achieved.

He didn’t like this. All his life had been spent in burdened solitude and he ached for… he did not know what exactly he ached for. Only that his heart felt hollow.

“I know he’s your husband but I’m glad he backed off, I missed these little critters way too much.” Jesminda laughed as she watched the youngest dancers rehearse in woodland creature costumes. There were two squirrels, three rabbits, four foxes and one moose who led the dance.

Irene’s first instinct was to correct her friend. She wanted to say “he’s not really my husband Jes, he’s just the male I was forced to marry.” But they were not alone and anything she said would be repeated by her students, and their families, so she offered a diplomatic answer. “He helped with the stage and the floors and windows. Did you notice? No more splinters.”

“The floors are nice, and the stage turned out great. Shame we can’t tell more people about the recital.”

“It is.” When the rehearsal was over Irene and Jesminda began decorating the stage. They were putting up a curtain that Mora made with a fine red velvet fabric and embroidered with gold thread. “It looks like flames if the light catches it just right,” the lady explained to Irene when she first saw it. It was a beautiful work clearly made by hands who had perfected the craft for centuries. Irene thought it looked out of place in the shabby barn.

Then the females began creating the rudimentary set design. They cut branches from nearby trees and created a make-shift forest inside the studio. It would be a pain to clean up later.

The night before the recital, Irene passed out in the studio. She told Lucien to take Jesminda to her house while she finished some last minute details. The curtains needed to be pleated just right, the costumes had to be labeled, the floor had to be swept and mopped, the chairs needed to be set up, the piano needed to be moved and the list seemed to go on forever. Lucien and Jesminda helped her until the sun went down and they were hungry and cranky.

“You two go eat, I’ll stay and finish up.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes! You’ve been complaining non-stop and I need to focus.”

The couple winnowed away and Lucien told Irene he would be back for her.

Irene had no desire in riding in the dark and she figured she would be back in the studio as soon as the sun came up so when it was well past midnight and Lucien did not show up, she took her cloak and threw it on some hay left behind in one of the storage compartments and willed herself to rest for a while.

“Irene?”

The witchling shot awake at the sound of the familiar voice. Her heart thundered in her chest and she clutched her throat as a sharp gasp escaped her.

“Holy gods!” Eris stood by her feet, eyebrows lifted in slight worry.

“It's only me.”

“You scared the daylights out of me.”

“Let 's go.”

“What?”

“I’m taking you back to the house.”

Irene began to stand up and put on her cloak. “Where’s Lucien?”

“He’s at the house.”

“He forgot me, didn’t he?”

“Yes.” Irene groans and holds out a hand so Eris can winnow them away. But he walks away, towards the stage. “It came together nicely.”

She follows him “it really did, the kids are very excited. Are you coming?” She regretted the question the second it slipped out. He shouldn’t come. Not with Jesminda also being there.

Thankfully, he shook his head “I have to go to the Spring Court.”

She stiffened, “why?”

“Now that Tamlin is High Lord it’s important to establish if he’ll be a… nuisance.”

“I see.” They stood like that for a moment, staring at the stage. Eris thought of all he wanted to do for his court. He thought of how the last centuries of his life had been spent in a never ending pursuit of survival. Doing everything he could to keep his mother and brothers safe, to keep himself together so the house doesn’t succumb to Beron’s fist.

“Irene?”

“Hm?”

“I’d like to build a better court.”

“Oh, well alrigh-”

“I want to do it with you.”

“What?’

He turned to face her. Irene noticed his shoulders were tense. His hands were tightly clasped at his back. “I have been thinking about our predicament and have come to the conclusion that we want similar things.”

“And what do you think I want?”

“Independence, safety, to belong. We can work together.”

“In what way?”

“You’ll be the visionary and I’ll take over the logistics.”

“Because I can’t figure out logistics?”

He rolled his eyes. “Because I would have never thought to turn an abandoned barn into a studio, because you come from a place that has life and culture and community.”

“Where does that leave Beron?”

He doesn’t answer.

“And your brothers?”

Nothing.

“Eris, this is- if anyone hears us we’re dead, you know that.”

He closes the distance between them, so close that if Irene were to take a deep breath her chest would graze his. “No one else is here.”

“Is that supposed to be reassuring?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing.” Her words are knives and her stillness a slashing. He knew what she meant. He was still the monster in her story. The horrendous captor. And he understood why. He, more than anyone else, knew what she was feeling and thinking because he had thought and felt the same until recently. Yet, there was hurt coursing through his veins. He couldn’t help himself. The day had been long and arduous. Filled with meetings that dredged on and on. Beron was acting up again, how he got when things were quiet and he could see an opening to move pawns in his favor. Lucien was gone most days and Mora was worried. Eris was worried too. The world was collapsing his lungs and Irene, unwittingly, sat atop it.

So Eris, stoic Eris crumbled in front of the flame embroidered curtains. “Is being married to me really that bad?”

Irene was confused by the change in his energy. One second he was fine, if a bit tired and the next he had sunken. Eyes glistening with an ache she was familiar with. “What? Eris-”

“I know we got off on the wrong foot but I’ve given you space and I never question how you spend your time-”

“Where is all of this coming from?”

It was like he caught himself slipping. He straightened away from her and regained his composure. “Just consider what I said.” Then he stretched a hand and waited for her to grab it so he could winnow and call an end to the day. But Irene crossed her arms instead.

“Did something happen that I should know about?”

He sagged, the day dragged on.

“No, everything is fine. Let 's go.”

“Then why are you acting so strange? You’ve been weird for weeks.”

“I’ve only been nice to you-”

“Exactly!”

“Irene.”

“Just tell me.”

“I don’t want to fight.”

“Tell me.”

“No, you’re right. Working together would imply too much risk. Best we keep our distance.”

Something clicked for Irene. “I- you haven’t been bad. I didn’t mean to insinuate that.”

“Just forget it and let's go, please.” Something strained in her heart. He was being vulnerable.

“I think this court could become great, in the right hands.” Eris didn’t respond. “I don’t know what you are planning and I think it's best if you spare me the details but I’ll help you make Autumn better.”

“Do you really believe it could get better?” Now it was Irene that stepped forward, a gentle hand landed on his bicep then an encouraging squeeze.

“With all my heart.” That was his undoing, the unraveling of his paper thin mask. Irene grunted when Eris engulfed her in a crushing hug. He was everywhere. Pressing against her chest, filling up her nostrils, clouding her sight, breathing raggedly. Eris knew what this moment meant.

In his arms he held the future, bright and beautiful.

“Alright kids let's get into positions!” The curtain was down, the dancers were dressed and the barn was packed with excited parents. Little creatures hopped into their places and got into their starting poses. Jesminda was trying her best to help the moose with his too heavy antlers. Irene saw what was happening and rushed to see what she could do. It was mere seconds before the show was due to begin so she ripped off some of the points to reduce the weight and sent the dancer to his place.

Jesminda and Irene stayed backstage, off to the side so no one could see them and watched the show begin.

In addition to the usual piano, there was a violinist and a singer for some of the songs. The barn was dark, faelights only illuminating the stage. The kids ran through their choreography with minor slip ups. An occasional missed turn and a slight trip were the only imperfections Irene could detect. The audience was in fits of laughter and oo’s and aah’s as the recital went on. By the end, Irene stepped out, took a bow thanking the crowd and the performers for making the night unforgettable.

Eris was pacing in his rooms. He had been walking from one end of the space to the other for hours. Irene agreed to work with him. That meant that Beron had to be dealt with swiftly. He spent the last day thinking of possible solutions but each of them involved the support of another court, a third party who could justifiably eliminate Beron and clear the path for Eris and Irene. Maybe Tamlin could-

A soft, shy knock on his door beckoned him. When he swung it open Irene was there, beaming. “Can I come in?”

Eris stepped aside. He felt on edge, she had never seen his room. She practically skipped inside. Her energy was contagious but it did not mix well with the stress and anxiety he had been feeling just seconds before. She was bouncing, her eyes were smaller than usual, the smile she wore caused them to crinkle at the edges. Eris wanted to throw up.

“The recital was a total success! It would have never turned out so amazing if it weren’t for the stage and the curtains and the new floors. So I just came by to thank you.”

“I’m glad it went well.”

“I’ve- I’ve never done something like this before. You know? Back in Velaris I was relegated to random tasks and just helped out wherever I could but this little school… I think it can really be something, Eris.”

“So do I.”

She frowned. “What 's wrong?”

“Nothing you should know about.” Realization ghosted her features. “Understood.”

“Is there anything else?”

“Yes,” she said and reached into the satchel she carried and pulled out a small box wrapped in red fabric. “One of the mothers baked cakes for everyone in the crew as a thank you. She was there when you helped with the waltz and the stage. The short lady with dark brown hair? Anyways, she baked one for you and asked me to deliver it so here you go.”

“Oh, thank her for me.” He said as he accepted the gift. “Will do.” She looked at him expectantly.

“What?”

“Are you not going to open it?”

“Not right now.”

“Oh come on! The night calls for a celebration, I brought mine, look” she pulled out another identical box “and Lucien ditched me and Mora’s asleep. You’re the only friend I have that’s awake.”

Eris coughed, choking on air. Friend.

“You- We’re friends?”

“Well, yes. I wouldn’t call us acquaintances at this point.” She laughed as she spotted a table and sat down with her cake.

It was the strangest thing. For the life of him, Eris could not remember the last time someone claimed him as a friend. He wasn’t entirely sure he ever had one. Maybe his brothers were his friends at one point, but not anymore.

He followed her and opened his own box. Before they began eating, Irene raised the first bite on her fork and toasted “to brighter days.”

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Fic Writer Interview

Tagged by @mongoose-bite ! Thanks so much, crunchy. :)

I'm tagging whoever else wants to chime in! I lose track of who all on here I should be tagging lol. Or who might actually want to participate in such a thing.

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How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 643,096 words Mostly written within the last 5 years!

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Breathing Water - My flagship fic for the longest time. It still holds up 4 years later! And I'm still simping for Neloth.

Halfway to the Sky - Coming in with only about 30 kudos less than BW, I'm always tickled and humbled and just so honored that so many people like this story.

The Shadow Over Solstheim - This one had the most kudos for the longest time just because it's my oldest multi-chapter fic. Baby's first foray into something more than a smutty one-shot! My writing is unpolished and my lore knowledge is amateurish at best, but it's just so full of verve.

Hollow Men - A fic I honestly didn't expect many people to read due to the subject matter, but one that's near and dear to my heart.

Invictus - The bonkers, off-the-rails sequel to Shadow Over Solstheim in which Topsy discovers TES Lore in real time as they write. I don't think I could ever write something this free again even if I wanted to. I'm too burdened by knowledge (much like Teldryn).

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to respond to almost every comment, but sometimes I get stuck with Comment Paralysis and they just pile up in my inbox until I'm thoroughly overwhelmed. I read every single comment and blush and kick my feet excitedly, though.

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Hmmm... I don't really do angsty endings. I like pleasant, contented endings, sometimes bittersweet, sometimes open-ended. But I guess Dreamers, my Hadvar/Ralof fic as it currently stands, has the angstiest ending. At least until I manage to finish the final chapter...

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Uhhhh... They're all pretty happy, from my perspective at least. Maybe Finding Mara takes home the gold for happiest ending. (Erandur takes home the gold, too -snerk-)

7. Do you write crossovers?

I have written exactly one crossover and it's the oldest fic on my AO3 (from 2014). Otherwise, they're fun to think about, but nah. Not really.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

If you count an entire series of callout posts, years of harassment, and people jumping to conclusions over a fic they never even read, then the answer is yes.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes. All kinds, but generally smut with a purpose. "Porn with plot" as they say. I write smut that zooms into the characters' heads, prys open their wants and desires and fears and insecurities. I write smut that can get a little hyper-realistic, to the point of sometimes being kind of gross. I write smut as a form of raw expression, people at their most vulnerable, literally stripped bare. It's one of my favorite things to write because it is an endless exercise in character study, in boundaries, in what it means to consent, and how the lines between who we think we are and what others perceive us to be get so easily blurred.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

If I have, they've gotten away with it.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, once! Someone asked if they could translate the first chapter of Halfway to the Sky into Russian.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, back when I first joined the TES fandom. Two of my fandom bests at the time co-wrote a couple of stories with me. One is posted to AO3 (Ceasefire), and the other was a horny, whirlwind, feverdream of a fic that the other author and I mutually agreed we would probably never share with the greater world lol. We are still bests to this day and I often revisit that fic in awe and bafflement of our energy.

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

It's so tough to choose, honestly, but I gotta go with Neloth/Teldryn, because it just took me by surprise and spun out into something so wild and wonderful.

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I never say never with my WIPs. If I've learned anything over the past 5 years in this fandom, it's that I'll pick an old WIP up on a whim. I do wanna get back to my Arvel the Swift WIP at some point. I also started working on a Dark Brotherhood-centric fic last year, too. And so help me Talos I am going to finish Dreamers.

15. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue. People talk in my head and I just write it down. It usually ends up sounding pretty natural. And pacing. I feel like I manage pacing pretty well and can make good calls as to when a scene is dragging or we need to skip forward in time a bit.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Wordiness. Relying too much on "feeling" words. Telling instead of showing more than I need to. Repetitive sentence structure. My goal in 2024 is to become more direct and succinct with my writing style.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Eh... I've done it before. I threw in a lot of Dunmeris and Ta'agra back in the day when I was first writing TES fic, but I'd say just use italics and translate what's being said. Or, alternatively, if the POV character can't understand what's being said, don't even use dialogue, just mention that it's being spoken. It's all gobbledygook to them anyways.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Yu Yu Hakusho (in 2004)

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

I'm monogamous with my fandom currently, so I'd really love to write something with Cicero, because it's been a long time coming.

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

That's really hard to choose. They're all my favorite when I'm writing them. Each fic is its own little relationship for me. I don't write things unless I'm absolutely in love with what I'm writing. So they're all my favorite, in that sense.

#fic writer interview #fanfiction

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felixeis003 · 1 year

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plot heavy codywan fic rec

I have so many words to say about this fic so let’s start by getting to the main points ;

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38064841

Rasphody in Blue by @kckenobi (88k words) is one hell of a fic that I will recommend until the day I wither and die. If you’re looking for a modern setting au with investigations, crime, orchestras, jazz, a very well-paced story, betrayal, angst, themes of loneliness and grief, found-family, look no further!! No really! Gods, go read it, right now, I BEG YOU. I cannot fathom how it doesn’t have more kudos than it already has.

Now onto a more chaotic review of me dumping my thoughts on it in a random order directed at the author. I should’ve left it as a comment really, but now I’ve written it here it’s too late, oh well. Read, don’t read, it doesn’t contain any major spoilers, but if you’d rather have less information of the fic and go into it blind, then maybe don’t read it haha

- Firstly, GODS, the plot hooks. From the first chapter I was on the edge of my metaphorical seat. (I was in my bed.) Seriously, the plot hooks are so well placed I could not put it down. (I finished it at 2am. I didn’t even go to my class this morning I was too tired. But that’s on me. It is as much a demonstration of how captivating the story is as it is of my poor decision making.) The pace was so wonderful, seriously. I always picture a movie in my head when I read something, and with your writing it was so easy to do so, the perfect balance of dialogue, introspection, descriptions! Argh!

- How you wrote loneliness. (’you’ meaning the author, if you’re reading this.) Okay to be fair those themes get to me, they always have, but let me tell you, I was bawling. I had to put down the fic because my eyes were too blurry to read. You bastard. I hate you but I love you. Arghdvjfd. The part that went “The thing about loneliness is that in the end, it is a more loyal companion than anyone else has ever been. It becomes a shell you settle into, something familiar. Not a home, no longer a prison either. But a skin, something you reside within without really thinking about it, a barricade that walls off your heart from the rest of the world” Do you live in my head??!!! You got it exactly right. You little shit I had to sit out the fic for two minutes it stole the breath outta me!! I cried!! Again!! Are you okay?? Because I sure am not!!

From the first few sentences I was in love with the whole orchestra setting. Oh my gods. All of it is so perfectly woven with the characters. (Cellist Obi-wan is now one of my all time favorite Obi-wans. It’s just so perfect.) I can just imagine all of the scene translated into a movie/tv show with one of those scenes where the classical music, shots of the character playing their instrument and shots of the dramatic action are superposed. So wonderful. I am also weak for the whole ‘your passion is there for you no matter how bad things get’. And how music was always there no matter all the GUT WRENCHING TERRIBLE ANGSTY SHIT Obi-wan goes through. Can relate to that.

#fic rec #star wars fic rec #star wars #fanfic #codywan #codywan fic #please read it #i'm begging you #i need to know i'm not the only one being emotionally destroyed by this fic #i will drag all of you with me in the angst spiral

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yagirlwrites · 2 years

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Wild Summer (Part 5)

Series Masterlist

Pairings: Rafe Cameron x Reader, JJ Maybank x Reader

Synopsis: Y/N and Rafe have a confrontation. JJ helps our girl out after an emotional encounter.

Warnings: SMUT (18+), ANGST (yes in capitals it's a lot), oral (f receiving), drug use (marijuana), handjob (m receiving), mommy kink, sub!jj

A/N: Hi y'all, it's been a while! I've had a lot going on and this chapter took a lot out of me. Hopefully some of you are still interested in this story. This is a new one for me, a pretty angsty, emotional chapter in the first half. But of course some fun in the second! As always do let me know what you think of this story and if you think I should keep sticking with it or give it up lol

My work is my own; it’s not to be copied, transferred or translated (but reblogs are welcome).

Happy reading! 🥰

Wild Summer (Part 5)

Hot Bartender😝: be there in 15

Y/N let out a sigh of relief. She was finally going to get what she wanted. The cogs in her head started turning, thinking of the most fun ways she could play with him once he gets there.

Less than 10 minutes later a restless knock sounded at her door and she smiled. This was going to be a great time. She slipped on her satin robe, not wanting to flash some poor hotel worker that might happen to pass by, with the full intention of dropping it as soon as the doors closed.

The knocking started again and she smirked at his impatience.

"That was-" her words got caught in her throat as soon as she opened the door and laid eyes on the man on the other side of it. He looked frazzled, eyes wild, face tired, hair messy from running his fingers through it, and she could feel her heart skip a few beats as he stood there, gaping at her.

"Rafe..."

They stood there for a moment, both seemingly in shock. She wasn't sure what he had to be shocked about given that he showed up at her room. He was looking at her with wide eyes, a growing spark in them as he took her in. His Adams apple bobbed as he swallowed.

"What are you-" her words got cut off as he rushed the few steps and grabbed her face in his hands; kissing her like she was oxygen and he had been deprived of air for way too long. It didn't take long for her confusion to give way to desire and she melted into his kiss, like she did every time. The kiss was urgent, desperate, pleading, it held so much passion she was struggling to cope.

Neither of them knew how long they stood there before their lungs burned and they broke for air. His forehead rested on hers, eyes closed; trying to catch his breath, trying to calm his swirling mind, trying to get a hold of himself so he could do what he came here to do.

She watched him. For the full minute it took him to open his eyes, she watched. He was so beautiful and so close, she could feel his breath on her cheek and his skin on hers. She could see his bruised lips from their kiss, she was sure hers looked just as swollen. She watched him take deep breaths to calm himself. Watched how his lashes fluttered on his cheeks, the little frown line between his eyebrows as he tried to concentrate on something in his mind, the flush and the sheen of sweat coating his skin. She observed him in silence, didn't mind it. Having him so close to her felt right in every bone in her body and she didn't have it in her to deny herself the little moment just to bask in his presence.

When he opened his eyes they met hers instantly and his breath caught in his throat again. He did that a lot, it seemed. Lose his breath, lose his damn mind, whenever she was near. The physical contact between them, though small, grounded him, kept his train of thought from slipping again. He needed to snap out of his daze and just talk to her, open his mouth, say anything.

"Hi." Her lip quirked up at his whispered greeting and his heart felt so full in that moment he wanted to burst.

"Hi." Her voice just as quiet, as if they were both afraid to disturb this peaceful little bubble they found themselves in, knowing just how delicate and fragile it was - that it wouldn't take much to pop it and for all the other shit to come rushing in.

"God, you're beautiful." This time her smile was full and real and honest and giddy and his heart was skipping so bad he was sure he'd have a heart attack. He thought it'd be worth it just to get to see her like this.

They didn't talk for a while. Just stood there in the same spot, in the same position. Looking at each other, enjoying each other's presence, the quiet and the calm, breathing in fully for what seemed like the first time in days.

"Hi." He repeated, lost in her, fucking smitten. She giggled and then he smiled so big she thought she'd never seen anything more beautiful than this man standing in front of her.

"Hi." She chuckled and he laughed along with her. Neither minded how silly they sounded.

"What are you doing here?" There it was, the question he had been dreading. How does he answer her without sounding like a creep? He sighed and closed his eyes for a moment and once he opened them again the mood was broken, he knew it. The air had shifted and tension was seeping into their bones.

"I, um... I came to uh, to ask you if you- if you wanted to maybe have lunch... with me." There had been a small smile on her face as he was stumbling through his words but now she was serious, surprised even.

"What?" He knew she heard him, and he felt embarrassed repeating himself again. "I wanted to take you out to lunch... or dinner. Whatever you like." She stood there quietly, adding more and more to his nerves with each passing moment.

"You came all the way here to ask me out for lunch or dinner?" Her voice didn't give anything away, she was closed up again, whatever vulnerability had been there earlier in their bubble was long gone now.

"Um, yeah. Well, I don't have your number so..." he felt so fucking stupid now. Like a creepy stalker or something. Dude, if she didn't give you her number she didn't want you showing up at her door. He wanted to slap himself. All of his conviction from the moment he woke up and hyped himself up to come here was gone in an instant. He felt like a loser.

"Rafe..." he wanted to cry. He wanted to disappear and fall into the earth and just cry. This was the second time he stood in this room with her, the second time she was rejecting him and he didn't understand why he couldn't just accept it. Why he couldn't just move on. Why his heart refused to let her go when his mind was realizing she didn't want him.

"I don't know what you want me to do here, Rafe." He had to clench his eyes shut to stop the tears from betraying just how hurt he was. "I told you the other night. That it was a one time thing." Why wasn't the earth opening up? "You agreed. You agreed it was a-a casual thing." He wanted to punch a wall. Her voice was getting shaky and she wanted to cry too. Why was he doing this to her?

"I just don't understand... what changed." He looked at her then, eyes wet with unshed tears and a brewing storm within them. "You don't und-" he let out a humorless chuckle "-you don't understand? What changed?" She was looking at him with big pleading eyes, head shaking, trying to silently make him stop before he opened the can of worms she had been burying for days.

"Really? You don't know what changed? Huh?" He was just as close to her again, as he had been earlier but this time it didn't feel comforting or peaceful. It was scary and uncomfortable. She didn't know what to do and where he was going to take this. She wanted to curl up in a ball and cry.

"Are you really gonna stand there and act like you have no idea what changed? Why I'm here like a fucking loser begging you for a sliver of your time? Like-like you don't have me fucking turned inside out here." A tear escaped her then and he wanted to slam his head into the wall for making her cry. She was so fucking frustrating and he wanted to grab her and hold her and say he's sorry. But how could he? When she kept lying to him. Making him feel like he's insane for feeling all these thing, like he's so alone in it. Even thought he knew, he fucking knew she felt something for him too. Something. Anything. He was desperate to hear her say it.

"Are you seriously gonna tell me you don't feel it? That that night didn't- didn't fucking change anything for you? That it didn't leave you feeling like- like you're going insane because..." he closed his eyes, trying to keep himself in check but failing. "Because I can't stop thinking about you. It's all I fucking think about. You and that night and the other day. I can't do anything else but fucking think about you." He was panting hard, heart clenching painfully in his chest as he stood there baring his soul to her.

"You're really gonna tell me you don't feel anything?" A traitorous tear fell down his cheek and he had never been more vulnerable and embarrassed in front of another person before. He didn't understand why he was putting himself thought this.

"I don't- I can't..." she was crying now, silent tears that broke his heart and make him wish he never opened his stupid fucking mouth in the first place. "I don't know..."

His palm cupped her cheek and she leaned into it, chasing something she wasn't sure she would find. But then she did. He was holding her so tenderly and warm, like he wanted to heal every broken piece of her with his touch. And goddamn how was she supposed to deal when he brought up so many emotions in her she didn't even know where to begin to understand them.

"I don't know how I feel..." she whispered and closed her eyes, nuzzling closer into his touch and he felt like he was going to lose the last bit of sanity he had left for her. His forehead founds its place back against hers and she sighed, melting into his touch. How could he be comfort when he was the fear? How could he feel like safety when he was danger from the start? How the fuck could his arms around her feel as close to home she'd ever felt in her life? The tears fell again and he wrapped her up in his embrace, holding her so close, as if trying to keep her together.

He couldn't believe what an asshole he was. How selfish he was to make her cry like this, fall apart in his arms like this. Why would he do that? He never wanted to hurt her. All the anger and hurt from before melted away and he was left only with concern about how he was going to fix this mess he made.

A small part of him felt happy; she wouldn't be crying if she didn't feel anything, wouldn't say she didn't know what she felt if there was nothing there. He felt so selfish thinking that.

Her tears subsided while she melted into his arms. He laid soft, soothing kisses to the side of her head, while his hand rubbed comforting circles into her back. He never wanted to let go. It felt so good to be able to hold her like this. He knew it was selfish too. But he couldn't help it. He knew he'd take anything she'd give him. Even if it's this.

They stood there for a while, her wrapped up in his warm embrace. Neither wanted to move, scared of what would happen when they did.

So many emotions were brewing within her. She was trying to grasp them, put them together, form them into words - into something she could understand, something she could communicate to him. But she didn't know how. It was goddamn frustrating.

"Rafe..." her voice broke the silence, quiet and sad, clenching at his heart. It always did when she said his name, but this time it was different - it hurt to hear her sound so small and broken.

"Yeah, Angel?" A whisper into her hair. He was terrified of what she was going to say next, but at the same time buzzing with anticipation. She did feel something, she wouldn't be acting like this if she didn't. She felt something for him, no matter how small it may be. And that thought made hope start brewing in him all over again. He'd wait a thousand years if she told him she wanted him too, in the end. He swore it.

"I-" She was interrupted by a cough coming from the still open door. Both their eyes snapped to the doorway where the blonde boy stood, looking incredibly confused and uncomfortable.

Rafe thought it must have been a cruel joke, that maybe he'd imagined the whole thing. But he hadn't. JJ Maybank was stood in front of her hotel room door. He wanted to be sick. He couldn't believe how fucking stupid he was. Pathetic. Idiot. Loser. That was all that ran through his head as he pulled himself away from her.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me..." his voice was cold.

She was left there, cold and torn, watching him distance himself from her. And a part of her wanted to think that this was good, that this was what she needed to happen. But every single cell in her body was screaming otherwise, begging her to reach back for him, pull him in and not let go. Because 10 minutes ago she would have been glad to have him finally getting the memo. But now she just wanted to go back to being in his arms.

Hearing him be so honest and vulnerable with her tugged on all her heartstrings. Left her even more confused and needy. Made her lose herself in him all over again, each time more and more deeply it seemed.

She wanted to speak, explain - but what could she say? His assumption wasn't wrong. JJ was here for the reason he knew he was.

"Rafe-" A humourless chuckle escaped him as he backed away from her further. "So-so we were a one time thing, but he wasn't. Right?" The look he gave her made her insides clench in pain. Betrayal. Loss. He looked defeated. He looked done.

She couldn't speak. Not without crying and letting herself lose every remaining ounce of conviction she had left. Not without falling apart and letting him see every broken little piece of her soul. Not without breaking her own promise and subsequently her heart. But it felt like her heart was already breaking as she watched him walk away from her.

Her silence pissed him off so badly. He didn't think he had it in him to get angry anymore, not when he felt so broken but her silence ignited a fury. How dare she? How dare she make him feel so fucking stupid? Make him feel like he'd lay his life down for her when all she did was play games. She didn't give a shit about him. About anyone but herself.

It hurt real bad when he realized she was giving Maybank what she refused to give to him. Her time and attention. She fucked him in the club and then she kept seeing him.

Why not him? Why didn't she want him the way he wanted her? Why would she push him away but invite JJ in over and over again? Why cry in his arms and make him think she was finally letting her guard down, only to slap him in the face like that? It was cruel. He didn't deserve it.

She didn't deserve it. His time, energy, thoughts, his fucking heart. She wanted to fuck around with people who weren't him? Fine. He'd fuck around too. Do what she said. Fuck her out of his system. He was done with her shit.

"Fuck this." Those were the last words he spoke to her before walking out of her hotel room and not looking back. She felt like her heart was shattered then. What the fuck was she supposed to do? Why did he have to come? Why did he have to turn her fucking world upside down? Why did it hurt so bad when he looked like he was done with her for good? It was what she had been hoping for, right? So why did it feel like she would die in that moment?

JJ stood there, still in the doorway, extremely uncomfortable and unsure of what to do. He should leave. Right? He would have, if she didn't look so sad standing there.

"Should I-" his voice was low, as to not startle her. "I should go, right?" But as soon as the words were out of his mouth she was falling to the floor and all thoughts of leaving disappeared when her knees met the ground. He rushed to her, holding her while she sobbed.

He didn't understand what happened. What Rafe was doing here, how they even knew each other and what the hell happened between them. Why this woman would cry over an asshole like Rafe was beyond his comprehension. But none of his questions were voiced. The important thing was making sure she was okay. Holding her until her tears stopped, comforting her until she could put herself back together.

She seemed so strong and confident and put together every time they'd met, that seeing her like this broke his heart. She looked small and tired and broken and he hated seeing it. He wished he could make her see that that Kook wasn't worth it. She deserved so much better.

It took about 5 minutes before her tears subsided. She could feel the wetness of JJ's shirt where she cried into it and she was embarrassed. How the hell was she going to explain this to him? He walked in on drama he had no business in, when he was supposed to be getting laid. He held her while she snotted all over him, over something he didn't even understand. She couldn't figure out why he hadn't left. Why he was here, running his fingers through her hair, instead of off somewhere talking shit about what he witnessed. He was kind. Far kinder than she deserved. He was a good man, she'd had a feeling he was but now she knew for certain.

She pulled away, red from crying and shame, trying to grasp onto whatever minuscule amount of dignity she still possessed, enough to get her shit together and stop drooling on him. She couldn't meet his eye, her fingers running over her face trying to wipe the tears and snot off. She felt disgusting.

"I'm sorry." She could see him shaking his head from her peripheral. "Don't be silly." She finally looked up at him then. His eyes were kind and warm and his face looked understanding. Damn this sweet boy for making her want to cry all over again.

"I'm sorry you had to see that. That's not what you came for-" "Stop apologizing, Y/N." The assertive tone had her looking up at him again, not having expected it. "You know how many times I cry a day?" His eyes were crinkly with humor and she couldn't stop the little smile that escaped. "You're so full of it." She scoffed and he laughed. He was so cute she couldn't deal.

"You know what makes me feel better?" She shook her head, sniffling from the aftermath of earlier. "Way I see it, you got two options, right? Option number one." He raised his hand, putting up one finger. "Orgasm. Or several." She should have seen that coming. She chuckled at his serious expression and he put up a second finger and continued. "Option number two." He pulled something out of his pocket presenting it to her with a flourish. She couldn't hold back the grin anymore.

"You get very, very high." He was waving the joint around, as if trying to convince her it was a good idea. Then his eyes got wide and he gasped and she could swear it was as if a light bulb went off over his head.

"Or option three!" He put up a third finger and then wiggled them. "Both!" She was full on laughing now and he felt so glad he could lift her mood. "What do ya say, Princess?" He cocked his brow, waiting for her response. She took a deep breath, looked him dead in the eye with the most serious expression she could muster. "Light her up."

JJ cheered loudly as he procured his lighter and quickly got up off the floor to close the door. She had once again forgotten the door was open and started feeling embarrassed all over again. But then a lit joint was being waved in front of her and she took it and inhaled a big one. JJ was mildly impressed and concerned. But then she smiled and he felt his worries slip away just as hers did. She passed the joint back to him and laid back down on the floor. He took a hit and laid down next to her, making himself comfortable. They started passing it back and forth lazily, settling into a comfortable silence.

"We should order pizza and watch terrible lifetime movies." As soon as she said pizza he was sold, he nodded entusiastically. "Sounds good." "Mhm. And then you can eat me out and give me those orgasms you mentioned." His eyes snapped over to her and she was already looking at him, a smirk on her face.

He could feel his shorts get tighter and he wanted to curse. How was she so damn irresistible, laying on the floor of her hotel room, smoking weed, promising food and sex? In what fucking world would a man say no? He rolled over on top of her and she gasped at his sudden bravery. Her pupils dilated as he stood inches from her face.

"You make it pepperoni and I'll eat you out till sundown, princess." She smiled and closed the distance between them, crashing her lips against his.

He sighed into the kiss, finally getting what he had been craving all damn day. It was lazy and hot at the same time, both of them already feeling the high and getting lost in each other. Somehow one of them, neither knew who, laid the joint back into the metal box he pulled it out of, not breaking the kiss once.

Her legs wrapped around him, pulling his hips down onto hers, feeling how hard he was for her. He moaned into the kiss as she pulled on his hair and grinded against him. She was driving him insane. Their minds were a little hazy, from the make out, from the weed, it didn't matter. They were having the best time anyway.

She kissed down his neck, leaving bites in her wake and he moaned with each one. She was marking him up, he knew it but he didn't mind it. Her lips on his skin felt too damn good. "It's way to hot for all these clothes." She pushed him off of her suddenly, giving him whiplash. She picked up the joint while standing up off the floor, taking another hit and holding it in for a while, eyes closed. She exhaled and visibly relaxed. He was still laying on the floor where she left him. "What are you doing? Get undressed and get on the bed. I'm gonna use the bathroom." And with that she handed him the joint and made her way into the en-suite, dropping her robe exposing herself in all her glory to him for the first time. He nearly choked on his own saliva when he saw her. The hottest thing he'd ever seen in his entire life.

He didn't waste any more time, stripping quickly out of his clothes and laying down on her bed while he waited for her to come back. He was very hard and buzzing with anticipation. He never knew what to expect from her and it turned him on so much.

She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror, taking in the mess. Her face was puffy from all the crying earlier and she could feel her throat was scratchy. Letting out a heavy sigh, she opened the faucet and splashed water on her face. She took deep breaths to calm herself down, stubbornly pushing all the feelings from earlier aside and focusing on the pleasure she's about to receive from the blonde boy in her bed. She slapped her cheeks a few times, an attempt to get some color in them, before stepping back and checking herself out. After deciding she was satisfied, she stepped out of the bathroom.

Seeing him, fully naked on her bed, hard and red, ignited a new fire in her. He was so hot and she was going to enjoy playing with him. She knew he liked it when she did, too. He got off on it. So she made her way to him, watching him gulp as she came closer and closer. It was the first time they were seeing each other naked and they both liked what they saw.

She slowly climbed up on the bed and crawled her way over to him. Just as her face was an inch from him, and he thought their lips would meet, she quickly pulled away. Instead reaching for the bedside table and grabbing her phone. He was looking at her in confusion which quickly turned to arousal when she casually straddled his waist. She sat there, tapping on her phone, as if she wasn't naked on top of him and he wasn't losing his fucking mind with how turned on he was.

After a minute she finally looked down at him. He looked so frustrated and confused and restless and it was so fucking cute.

"Pizza should be here in 15. Extra pepperoni." She smiled and he finally felt himself relax. Of course. Pizza. He had forgotten about his hunger because all he was craving since she mentioned it, was eating her sweet sweet pussy again.

"Extra pepperoni?" His brow quirked and she smirked in return. "Mhm. Now it's your turn to deliver." She suddenly flopped down onto the bed next to him, leaving him cold without her skin on his. He looked at her and she nodded at him, spreading her legs wide open, letting him know exactly what she expected from him.

The smile on his face was one similar to a kid in a candy store. He was extatic. He wasted no time positioning himself between her legs and starting his meal.

She laid back on the bed lazily as he kissed and nibbled on the skin of her thighs, warming her up more than she already was. He was damn good at giving head, she remembered it very well, and she couldn't wait for him to get to it. He could sense her impatience even before her hand made its way into his hair and harshly pulled him to where she wanted him.

He eagerly obliged, licking a long strip over her folds, and she sighed in relief. He left kisses and licks all over, making her slicker with every one, her arousal shining in the dim hotel light. He was in heaven. He sucked on her outer lips, slowly making his way deeper, torturing her with anticipation. She smelled so good and he wanted to just bury himself into her but he knew she deserved to be savored so he did.

He mouthed at her inside lips, getting closer to her slit with each second. She pulled on his hair to hurry him up but he was in no rush. The tension and heat in her was rising with every lick and suck, until she was breathing heavily and he hadn't even made contact with her needy clit yet.

He finally got to the delicious part of the meal, finally tasting the arousal that pooled out of her slit as he licked it all up with slow and purposeful movements, enjoying her sweet taste once more. He moaned into her pussy and the vibrations drove her absolutely insane. She pulled on his hair harder, letting him know she was out of patience and this time he didn't fight it.

He dove his tongue inside her, fucking her with it slowly, drawing out more of her sweet juices as she moaned above him. He pressed his nose into her nub and she tugged on his hair in response. She liked it, as he expected she would. He kept up the movements for a while, driving her up the wall until her entire pussy was soaked for him. Two of his fingers made their way to her hole, teasing, circling, until he finally sank them into her in the same moment his mouth made contact with her clit for the first time.

The feeling of him sucking her into his mouth while simultaneously filling her with his fingers made a choked gasp leave her and his cock twitched under him. He was so hard and he could feel himself leaking onto the sheets under him. But this was about her, so he held back on the urge to touch himself and instead sped up his movements. He started fingering her faster while licking divine patterns into her sensitive bundle of nerves. She was getting close, he could feel her clenching his fingers, her tugs on his hair sporadic but hard and her moans and pants louder.

He eased another finger in and curled them with each stroke, while he sucked and licked and bit on her clit until she finally reached her climax. Her legs shook around him, grip on his hair painful, her sounds filling up the entire room as she trashed under him. He kept up his assault through her climax, unrelenting. He was like a man possessed, he loved everything about this. Loved her taste, her smell, her movements, the sounds she made for him and how good he knew he was making her feel. She deserved to feel good. And he was going to keep making her feel good until she told him to stop.

So he didn't stop when her orgasm washed over her, or when she tried calming down. He didn't stop when she shook under him four more times. Or even the fifth. After six more orgasms she finally pulled him off her, the sensitivity and overstimulation getting to be too much.

At some point during their session a knock on the door was barely registered and she remembered thinking about pizza but that thought soon left and pleasure consumed her.

He climbed back on top of her, face soaked in her juices and his own sweat, hair matted to his forehead, skin flushed, lips swollen and his eyes so damn bright she could hardly believe it. He was a mess and he loved every second. She pulled him into a deep kiss, tasting herself on his tongue and moaning into his mouth. She wrapped her legs around his hips pulling him flush on top of her. She could feel him rock hard between their bodies and she realized he had been like this for way too long. So focused on bringing her pleasure, so happy to do it too, and his poor cock was neglected. She kissed him harder making him hum into the kiss. It was sloppy, and sweaty, and sweet and comforting. He swore it was the best kiss of his life.

"You're needy, baby." She spoke against his lips and he moaned when she ground her hips against his. He hadn't paid attention to his own arousal, determined to make her cum as many times as he could. But now that she was giving him attention, he could feel how uncomfortably hard he was, and how badly he needed release.

"Want me to make it better, baby?" He moaned into the skin of her neck as her hand made contact with his leaking cock. "Please..." his desperate whimper made the fire return in her own stomach too.

"Please what, sweetheart?" She was playing with his hair so gently, while she held him in the palm of her other hand.

He was trying so hard to keep from pumping his hips into her hand and it brought tears to his eyes. "Need you, mommy." His voice was whiny and it went straight to her core. He looked absolutely desperate for her and it was so fucking hot.

"What do you need? Huh?" She teased him by squeezing his cock and his hips bucked against his will. He buried his face into her neck, trying to find the words that were just out of reach. "Hm? You need my hand? Is that it, baby?" He nodded and let out a little whine as she slowly started pumping him, using his own juices to lube him up. He was mewling into her hair, completely under her control and loving every second.

"Wanna fuck mommy's hand, honey?" He moaned and nodded, slowly thrusting his hips into her hand while she maintained control of the pressure. Her other hand was alternating between brushing and tugging on his hair, causing groans to leave him.

She watched him chase his pleasure. He looked so pretty, all flushed and sweat soaked and needy, eyes clenched shut as his hips worked himself in and out of her hand at a faster pace. She loved watching his muscles work, the way he was holding himself up on his forearms, the clutching of his abs as he moved, the flex in his shoulders and arms and that gorgeous cock all red and throbbing in her palm. It was a stunning sight.

He was panting above her, trying to keep himself upright enough to reach his high but he was struggling. She noticed this and pushed him off of her. He fell onto his back, half dazed and half confused but she kissed him then and every though left his head again. There was only her. Her kiss, her touch, the taste of her still on his mouth. She started jerking him off now at a faster pace, knowing he was close by the sounds that fell off his lips into her own. She kept the kiss hot and passionate while rubbing the tip of his cock on the upstroke. He was shaking under her, so close but holding on still. She knew what he needed.

"You wanna cum, baby?" She pulled away just enough to pose the question. His answer was a whined out "yes, mommy" and she kissed him again, rubbing the head of his cock in a furious motion. He was holding back tears and then she gave him the order and one fell. "Cum now, baby." And he did. He came hard and long, coating both of them in his release. She worked him through it as he trashed underneath her before he finally slumped down on the bed.

She smiled at his fucked out state, so gorgeous and blissful all because of her. She laid kisses on his chest as he caught his breath. She looked up at him and saw him blinking his eyes open with a shy, happy smile on his face. She grinned, leaning up and catching his lips in another kiss, this time sweet and slow.

They were both well and truly spent. She laid back down next to him on the bed and sighed. This was exactly what she needed. And based on the way he was grinning with his eyes closed, it was what he needed too.

A sudden growl of a stomach broke their peaceful little moment and both their eyes snapped open at the same time. "The pizza! Fuck!" He watched with tired eyes as she scrambled out of bed, nearly face-planting, and messily putting on her robe. She was so fucking cute he couldn't stand it. She rushed to the door and looked down to find the pizza sitting on the floor in front of it. She quickly snatched the box and closed the door turning around to face him with a bright smile.

"It's cold but it's pizza so it's fine." She quickly made her way back to him, throwing the box on the bed and plopping down next to him again. He opened the box to see their forgotten meal staring at them and his stomach growled again. Neither wasted another moment before diving into the food, left starving by their fantastic workout. She moaned as she ate and his dick got semi hard again but he ignored it because - pizza.

With their bellies full, they lounged around on the bed half watching some Netflix show half falling asleep. The rest of the weed had been finished and now they were battling sleep and their horny natures while making out lazily and giggling over nothing.

"There's a party tomorrow night." He broke the silence after a while, her head was resting on his chest and her fingers playing with his own.

"Hmm. I haven't been here that long but I'm pretty sure there's a party every night." He laughed and nodded, looking down at her meeting her eyes.

"True. But this one's different. It's a bonfire and it's kind of a locals only thing." She quirked her brow and he smiled. "It's like the one day of the year people from both sides of the island party together with no incidents. Well... minimum incidents." His dimples were showing at his cheeky smirk and she was giggling, reaching out a finger to poke them.

"How many incidents are there usually?" Poke. "I plead the fifth." Poke. Poke.

"If it's a locals only thing why are u telling me about it?" Poke. He was both amused and annoyed by her little pokes on his cheeks. "Because-" Poke. He grabbed her hand and held it down on his chest while she pouted. "Because it's gonna be fun. And it's not like tourons are forbidden from coming it's just not an easy place to find when you don't know where to look." She tried to resume her poking with her other hand but he grabbed that one too and playfully bit down on her finger. "Owww!" She whined and wiggled out of his grip. "You're mean."

He was laughing now. "How am I mean? I'm inviting you to a fun party." She pouted, clearly playing upset. "You bit me."

He rolled his eyes and she took her chance and jumped on him, poking him in the cheeks with both hands while laughing at his exasperation. "Stop that." "No. You're cute." "Are you twelve?"

She kissed him then, shutting him up immediately. "You better hope not." She mumbled when she pulled back, a mischievous smile on her face. "What are you-" he was cut off when her fingers met his stomach and she started assaulting him with tickles.

"Jesus, woman!" He tried wiggling out of her grasp but failed. "Stop!" She kissed him again, taking his breath away. "Stop what?" She whispered against his lips, his confused mind in a haze from the kiss. "Hm? Wha-" and then she was tickling him again and he swore he was going to lose it. She was trouble.

He finally managed to grab her and flip them over, pinning her her hands down next to her head. "You're a child." She responded by sticking her tongue out at him and he couldn't help his smile. She pulled him back into a deep kiss, her hand at the back of his neck. And he got lost in it just as he did in every other one. He ground his hips down into hers, his hard dick making contact with her thighs.

She pulled away looking at his flushed face. Suddenly she was no longer in the mood for games. He was looking especially delicious and she was not going to hold back. She flipped them over again, straddling his waist and wrapping her hand around his neck. He gulped under her, eyes wide and cock twitching. "You like that, huh?" She rolled her hips over him and his eyes rolled back into his head.

"I'll go to the party with you... If you're a good boy and make mommy cum again. How's that sound?" He was nodding his head eagerly, hands squeezing her hips in excitement and anticipation. She sank down onto him and the sounds of their moans filled the room up yet again as they brought each other to climax over and over.

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Titan Bending Chapter 18

Warning: Violence consistent with cannon, NSFW so MDNI, language, major character death (both consistent with canon of both AOT and ATLA as well as diverging from canon), so much trauma literally everyone is so traumatized, very much slow burn, a little enemies to lovers, SO MUCH ANGST, hurt/comfort, hurt and delayed comfort, AFAB reader

Chapter Warnings: Talks of killing and almost being killed, killing titans, drugs mentioned as a joke

WC: 4405

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Without thinking, I run towards Aang, arms flailing wildly, yelling his name over and over.

“Aang! Aang!”

As he sets foot on land, I nearly tackle him to the ground in a hug. Luckily, he returns it in kind.

Still holding onto me, he leans back and says, “I was so confused when Momo took off, he must have smelled you. Let me head back up real quick and tell the others to land.”

My eyes fill with wonder, “The others? Everyone is here?”

Unfurling his glider again, he merely smiles and nods before taking off to return to Appa. I watch him fly off as I shift back and forth on my feet, doing a little happy dance to myself because the excitement is nearly unbearable.

This is better than I could’ve ever dreamed.

In less than a minute, Appa was touching down just a few feet in front of me and I could see everyone on his back. Suki is the first to climb down and, like you read about in an old romance novel, we ran to each other. If it’s possible, I hugged her even more tightly than I had Aang.

She had grown a bit and, upon breaking away from her hug, I realized everyone had. Moving from her to Katara, from Katara to Sokka, and from Sokka to Toph, I stop in front of Zuko. There’s only a moment’s hesitation before we hug each other just like everyone else. He lingers for an extra moment, but I pay it no mind as I turn back to everyone.

With the stupidest smile still plastered on my face, the only thing I can think to say is, “Are all of you taller than me now?” Everyone laughs and it feels like my heart is almost going to explode out of my chest.

As if remembering I wasn’t alone on the beach, I suddenly exclaim “Oh, there are some people I’d like you all to meet!”

Holding Suki and Katara’s hands, I pull everyone over to where the rest of my new friends were sitting, food having been long forgotten.

“Guys, these are all of the friends I’ve told you so much about. Um,” I turn to look at everyone before I start going down the list. “Okay so Sokka is the one with the stupid pony tail-”

“It’s a warrior’s wolf tail!” Sokka interrupts.

I quickly jump back in, “Whatever. The tall angsty one is Zuko. The bald one with tattoos is Aang. The one with the hair in her face is Toph. Miss hair loopies here is Katara and, well she’s not in her warrior makeup right now but the last one here is Suki.”

Everyone nods with wide eyes, clearly trying to take it all in.

Turning to face the Gaang, I say, “Okay, so now let me introduce you to my new friends. Okay so our bald one is Connie. The one with the long face like an ostrich horse is Jean-”

I’m interrupted by Jean mumbling, “I don’t think I like this game.”

I merely roll my eyes before continuing, “The blond one with big blue eyes is Armin. Big green eyes is Eren. The girl that’s fiercely protective of them both is Mikasa. The…” I pause, noticing Sasha munching on what looks like a potato. “The one that is literally always eating something is Sasha. Then the grumpy one is Levi and the one that looks like she has maybe never showered in her entire life but also just railed some cocaine is Hange.”

Under his breath, Zuko makes a snide comment. “I thought you came out here to be away from people.”

Getting mildly annoyed with his already present attitude, I say somewhat forcefully, “For your information, I didn’t see a single other person for the better part of two years. I only met them a few months ago because they did a mission in the forrest I was living in.”

To this, I’m met with some rather confused faces. Sokka finally speaks up and asks, “Mission?”

My face lights up with realization and before trying to explain where we are, I take this moment as an opportunity. “Ya know, just to prove a point, where is it that you think we are right now?”

This further confuses them, but ultimately they humor me and say the Eastern shore of the Earth Kingdom.

Feeling vindicated, I look to my squad and say, “See! Told ya so!”

Sokka presses further, “What do you mean ‘mission?’ And what, are we not on the shore of the Earth Kingdom.”

“No, we aren’t. Why don’t you guys sit down, I have a lot to talk about to get you up to speed.”

I spend the next 30 minutes or so explaining where we are. I explain what titans are, the walls, and how they didn’t think there was any humanity alive outside of the walls until recently. As I finish my explanation with Hange jumping in every so often to cover something I might have missed, I end by saying, “And because of all of this, I genuinely thought I’d never see any of you again.”

They all look at me with some variation of sadness, surprise, or confusion on their faces. I continue, “Well, I only got out here via Appa and when I was dropped off we thought I was between the Outter and Inner walls of Ba Sing Se. The four nations don’t know about this place and, until recently, they didn’t know there was more life outside of their island, let alone our entire corner of the world existing so it’s not like they have readily available transportation. Even if I wanted to go back, there was no way for me to get there. It’s really lucky that you guys came by today honestly because this is the first time any of them have ever even seen the ocean.”

Now everyone is overcome with downright bewilderment. Naturally, it’s Katara that says, “You’ve never seen the ocean?!”

Hange responds with a shrug. “It’s illegal for normal civilians to go outside of the walls and we’ve never done a Scouting mission out this far before.”

Silence falls over everyone as they try to process everything. I break the quiet. “Lot to take in, huh?”

Everyone just nods.

We sit for another moment before I ask, “So, what brings you guys out here?”

Sokka responds as if I’m the dumbest person he’s ever met. “You, obviously.”

Rolling my eyes I say, “Well, ya, I got that much. But, like, why?”

Suki chimes in and says, “We just really missed you, y/n.”

I smile and hug her, waiting a beat before I ask again. “I missed you guys too. But…why are you actually here?”

Everyone, both old friends and new look at me as I sit with a knowing smile. Suki responds again and says, “Like I said, we missed you.”

I sigh before stating the obvious. “And I believe that, but let’s all be honest with ourselves here. All of the four nations most important and powerful people didn’t just all decide after two years to take a fun little vacation to see an old friend. You can’t all just abandon ship together that easily. Unless there’s a good reason. So, spit it out. Why are you actually here?”

I can tell by the discomfort in the air that I was onto something. After a long beat, Aang quietly says, “We want you to come home, y/n.”

I raise an eyebrow and lean forward. “You really want me to believe all six of you came together to convince me to come back? I’m sorry, but I don’t buy that. And after over two years, why now? Y’all could’ve just sent one or two people out to find me. So come on, spill.”

In typical Toph fashion, she’s the one to deliver the news bluntly. “Azula escaped.”

Now it’s my turn to be confused. “What?!”

Sokka quickly starts, “We can explain how it happened! We-”

I hold up my hand to stop him. Shaking my head, I say, “What do you mean escaped? Escaped a casket? Last I checked she was dead because I killed her.”

Everyone’s faces go blank. The longer we sit there looking at each other, the more upset I get. Finally, Sokka punches Zuko in the arm which seems to kick start him. “So um, yeah. About that…” He rubs his neck as awkward as ever.

“I’m waiting.” Now I’m getting aggravated.

“So, yeah. She, uh, didn’t…she didn’t exactly die during the comet.”

I heave a large sigh. “And is there a reason why no one thought to tell me this?”

Another long pause. It’s Aang that speaks this time. “I guess none of us really realized that you didn’t know.”

I sigh again and pinch the bridge of my nose. Without looking up, I say, “Alright, so when and how did she break out of prison?”

Katara looks at Zuko and says, “Yeah, Zuko. Why don’t you tell her how Azula broke out of prison.”

Her emphasis and venom make me look back up and at Zuko again. He put his head in his hands for a moment before taking a deep breath and looking me in the eye again. “So, she actually wasn’t in prison. She was in an assylum and was confined to a straight jacket and under constant supervision.”

I scoff. “Clearly not constant enough if she could get out.”

Sarcasm dripping from her voice, Katara says, “Oh, the assylum wasn’t the problem. The problem is that Zuko needed her to go find his mother and so she came with us. And that is when she escaped.”

I’m absolutely flabbergasted. I just stare at him slackjawed and wait for an explanation. Seemingly feeling my expectancy, he throws his hands up in defense and says, “She had information on my mom’s location and wouldn’t give it to me if I didn’t bring her along!”

“So you thought it was a good idea to take the strongest firebender in the world who just so happens to also be absolutely psychotic on a fun little adventure?!”

“What was I supposed to do?!” Zuko yells back, his temper flaring up.

Not wanting to deal with it, I run my hands through my hair. Calming down, I say, “So what? You need my help tracking her down? I don’t really understand what I’d be able to provide you that you can’t already access on your own.”

Aang responds before Zuko can. “Well, we’ve tried to find her to varying degrees of success. Finding her wasn’t necessarily the problem for the first little while. She was inserting herself anywhere and everywhere she could to try to influence Zuko. But recently it’s like she’s completely vanished.”

Resignation in his voice, Zuko adds, “The last time I saw her.she told me something along the lines of knowing that her destiny wasn’t to take the throne herself but to make me into the kind of Fire Lord she would have been. That was a couple of months ago and she’s just been gone. There have been one or two sightings of her in the Earth Kingdom, but nothing concrete.”

That’s when realization dawns on me and the weight of it forces me to sit back.

Observant as always, it’s Levi that asks, “What is it y/n?”

Sighing again and looking towards the sky, I say, “The reason she’s gone quiet isn’t because the bloodlust is gone, it’s that she’s shifted targets. You want me to come back because I’m her target.”

With noticeable fear in his voice, Connie asks, “What? Why you?”

Looking at him, I say, “Just like I thought I had killed her, I’m guessing she thought she had killed me. She must’ve figured out that I’m still alive somehow. I’m sort of the one that got away.”

Turning back to the Gaang, I say, “But what would bringing me back help? Since I’m not actually in the Earth Kingdom, isn’t it safer for me to be out here? As long as she doesn’t know where I am it’ll keep her quiet. Seems like the best case scenario, no?”

Sokka shakes his head. “If you found this place, it’s only a matter of time until she checks this direction. And if she does-”

“I’d be on my own against her.” Defeat fills my voice as I finish his thought and bite my lip.

Eren pipes up next. “You wouldn’t be on your own, you have all of us.”

Everyone nods enthusiastically in agreement with Eren, and I smile sadly but shake my head. “You guys are very talented and well equipped against titans, but that’s really close-up combat. You have to make contact to fight a titan. Bending is an entirely different style of fighting. It’s long range. Firearms would be functional, but they don’t provide any kind of defense against a bender, especially someone like Azula. Unless you’re trained against benders, you’d be sitting ducks.”

When Hange speaks up, there’s a clear sadness in her voice that she’s trying to hide. “So does that mean you’re going to go back then?”

Without even having to think about it, I shake my head. Addressing the Gaang but still answering Hange, I say, “No, I’m not going to leave. I can’t. I’m the first bender they’ve ever seen, and chances are it’s the same for their enemies. I can really help here. Plus,” I glance at the kids, Levi, and Hange to give them a quick smile before returning my gaze to the Gaang. “I really like it here. You said that you want me to come “home” but this is the closest I’ve felt to having a home since I was a kid. Especially now that you know exactly where I am so I know I’ll be able to see you again in the future. I want to stay here.”

They’re clearly disappointed, but I can tell almost all of them seem to understand. Zuko is the only one to counter. “Well, there’s a few events happening soon to commemorate the 3rd anniversary of the end of the war. You could come to one being held in Ba Sing Se where we make it clear that you’re ‘back’ so that we can sort of draw her out for the event being held at the palace in the Fire Nation. Then we can bring you back here.”

Thinking about it for a moment, I eventually shrug and nod, saying, “Yeah, I don’t see a problem with that plan.”

Someone else did see a problem with it, though.

“Are you suggesting to use y/n as bait?” Levi says angrily.

I answer for everyone. “More or less, yeah. But we’ll be prepared so it’ll be a lot less dangerous than it sounds.”

We all sit with this idea for a moment when I come up with an idea of my own. Completely lighting up, I say, “I’ll agree to this under one condition.”

They all nod and Zuko even adds, “Anything.”

I grin at my Scout friends before looking at the Gaang and saying, “I want them to be able to come.”

I can feel the shock radiating off of the people to my right and the confusion rolling off of the people to my left, so I further explain, “Today is the first time they’ve ever even seen the ocean. I think it would be a really great experience for them to see more of the world, especially since I’ve talked so much about our world.”

Despite having just said they’d do “anything” I asked, Zuko sounds angry at my proposal. “Didn’t you just finish saying how useless they are?”

I huff a little and lean forward with my elbows on my knees. “Did you listen to anything I said? No, I didn’t say they are ‘useless.’ I also didn’t just ask to bring them for fighting reasons. Like I said, they didn’t even know the world existed so I want to be able to give them a chance to see and experience new things.”

This shuts Zuko up for the time being and there’s an extended silence as I can tell the Gaang is mulling it over. As we wait for someone to say something, I can feel the kids almost vibrating with anticipation.

Wanting to give them a moment, I squeeze Katara’s hand and announce, “While y’all think it over, Katara and I are going to go bend a little.” Turning to Hange, I add, “And you’re welcome to come observe the both of us together if you’d like.”

Hange’s squeal practically breaks my eardrums, but I can’t resent her happiness.

So Katara and I walk hand-in-hand into the water with Suki joining us for conversation and all of the Scouts not far behind.

I pick up a ball of water and begin passing it back and forth absentmindedly with Katara.

Finally an opportunity to really catch up!

Looking at both she and Suki, I say, “Soooooooo, how are both of your relationships?”

They giggle and start telling me how Suki and Sokka are mostly long-distance because of their respective responsibilities to the Kyoshi warriors and the Southern Watertribe. Katara is able to travel almost everywhere with Aang and most recently they had been to the Southern Watertribe together.

On that topic, Katara starts explaining, “You’ve gotta see it y/n! I know you never saw it before, but it’s being built up a lot and honestly has a strong resemblance to the Northern Watertribe. It’s not my favorite thing, but I think you might like it.”

I switch up the move and splash her to which she throws a water whip at me and I have to dive out of the way. We playfully go back and forth for a moment before going back to our original game.

Now, it’s Suki’s turn to ask for an update. “And what about you? Anyone here suit your fancy?”

I actually laugh hard enough that I drop the water. Picking it up again, I say, “Not hardly! Did you see them? They’re all children!”

Katara scoffs and says, “What are you talking about, they’re roughly our age!”

Without hesitation I say, “Exactly!”

She splashes me again so I continue. “They’re 15 like Aang and Toph, and that’s fine for you because you’re 16. I’m 20 years old, that would make me a downright predator if I was even interested in those literal children.”

Both girls laugh and Katara says, “Alright, alright. Point taken. That grumpy one seems older though. What did you say his name was, Levi?”

Before I can answer Suki chimes in with an eyebrow wiggle and says, “And grumpy is your type.”

Katara laughs and I smack Suki with a wave, unamused by her little joke. “I just barely got to a point where I don’t think Levi hates me, let alone dating.”

Both of them get excited and Suki says, “So you’ve thought about it! You’ve got a cruuuuussshhhh!”

This time I freeze her legs and knock her over. Seeing as we’re not even in to our knees, I knew she’d be just fine. I retort, “I did not say that. He’s fuckin insufferable! Like I said, we’re just barely to the point of being friends.”

Wisely, they both drop the subject although I can tell that’s not the end of the harassment.

As if he knew he were being talked about, Levi calls out to us. “Oi! Y/n! We need to start heading back to the walls soon!”

I nod and the three of us wade back in. Approaching our little forgotten picnic, I put my hands on Sokka’s shoulders and say, “Well kids, whatcha think?”

Sokka cranes his neck back to look at me upside down and from this angle his goofy smile looks even funnier. “We think that yes, it would be nice to show them our section of the world.”

The kids’ cheers are enough to make me grin from ear to ear and I have to stop myself from laughing when they quickly try to hide their excitement.

Zuko’s addition is much less animated. “But we keep them a secret. No one will know they’re from some strange new world, especially since you’ll be coming back to this world.”

Aang speaks next. “And it can’t be immediately because Appa can’t carry that many people. So, what we’re going to do is we’re all going to follow you back to your base on Appa so that we know where to come back to. Tomorrow morning we’ll all head back to the Fire Nation and then Sokka can take an airship back here to pick you all up while the rest of us go to the Earth Kingdom a little early. Deal?”

I’m practically bouncing at this point and without even looking at the kids I can tell they are too.

“Deal!” I say as I throw my arms around Aang and Sokka. The kids stop holding back and they all break out into unrestrained screams of joy and cheers. I swear I can see the faintest hint of a smile on Levi’s face and Hange is grinning like I haven’t seen her do since we took back Wall Maria.

“While you guys fly back, I want to stay here with y/n!” Suki states.

“Me too!” Katara says.

“Me three!” Toph adds.

With that, I look to Hange for approval. Some of the joy leaves her face as she says, “Sure. I mean, we have plenty of beds…”

Melancholy sweeps through us and even though they don’t know what happened, the Gaang notice as well and go quiet in observance of the moment.

Levi breaks the tension with one of his crude jokes, saying “No one will be sleeping in a bed tonight if we don’t move our asses.”

This elicits a few chuckles and we jump into collecting our things.

Climbing the dune to head to the horses I hear a bit of a screech from Sokka and gasps from the others.

Sokka yelps, “What the fuck is that?!”

When I follow his gaze, I laugh when I realize he’s looking at the horses.

“So those are horses. They have different animals than we do even though they all have very similar names. They make fun of me anytime I say something like ‘monkey feathers’ or ‘flying hog monkies.’”

Not caring about my description at all, Sokka says, “well do they eat people?! Because they look like they eat people.”

Now everyone is laughing and Jean makes the comment, “Wow, he makes you look brave y/n!”

This garners further laughter as I glare at him. Turning back to Sokka, I firmly state, “No, they do not eat people. They’re very nice creatures, actually.”

As we all mount our horses and the Gaang climbs onto Appa, I turn to say one more thing before we take off. “We didn’t see any titans on the way here but there’s always a chance we will. If I yell for you to go up, do it. And don’t come back down until I wave for you to do so, understood?”

At this, they’re clearly all concerned but reluctantly agree.

With that, we take off towards home with the Gaang flying low and trailing behind us.

It was such an easy ride out here, hopefully it will be just as easy going back.

We ride for a long time with no hiccups before we come upon the first gate. Looking back at the Gaang, I motion for them to fly up and over and they do so. We meet them on the other side and continue on.

However, the grounds of Wall Maria hadn’t been swept yet and it was possible there could still be titans so we couldn’t let our guard down.

We can’t quite see Wall Rose in the distance yet, but it’s coming up soon and we should be able to any minute. Not a single titan!

No sooner had I thought optimistically than Sasha was calling from the left flank that there are titans coming straight for us.

Fuck, I jinxed it.

As Hange starts giving orders, I fall back a little to talk to the Gaang. “Go up, now! No matter what happens, do not come back down until I wave at you. Go!”

I don’t wait for a response as I take off in the direction of the titans. As I ride I start gathering as much water as I can from the grass and the dirt. Passing everyone, I slice clean through one titan’s ankles before making a sheet of ice to knock another one off of its feet. Jean finishes the first one and Sasha and Connie tag team the second. As Levi and Mikasa take down a couple more, we’re only left with a few on their feet. I swing from one to the next, completely decapitating each titan as I use its neck as an anchor.

We don’t see any more approaching, so just as quickly as we had seen them approach they were taken care of. I look to the sky and wave both of my arms at the Gaang signaling to them that it’s safe for them to come back down.

As we ride for a moment, they hover next to us and Sokka yells, “Were those the titans you were telling us about?”

Calling back to him, I say, “Yeah, and unlike the horses they do eat people.”

As we finish our conversation, Wall Rose comes into view. As we went through the gate, we told the Garrison not to worry about Appa, and the Gaang flew up high enough as to be mostly undetected by the people on the ground. The ride back to the base wasn’t direct because we wanted to go however we needed to alert the fewest people to our guests. Even with our roundabout path, it didn’t take long to make it back to the stables. As we put our horses back in their stalls, I heard Appa landing outside.

As everyone gets off, it’s actually Hange that says, “So, how about a tour since this is your only night in town?”

I grin as she starts showing my friends around. My two worlds were colliding and I couldn’t be happier.

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heytheredeann · 8 months

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20 questions for fic writers

I was tagged by @cha-melodius, thank you! <3<3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

439! The plan is posting two more tonight so hopefull that will soon be 441 LOL.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

939,623! Almost a million yay!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

At the moment mostly TMFU, I have been getting into writing Banana Fish fic too, and I write for The Witcher, though less frequently than TMFU.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Stretch (Buck/Eddie+Christopher, 911, 3x02 AU)

Everywhere I'm looking now, I'm surrounded by your embrace (Harvey/Mike, Suits, soulmates AU)

I held your hand as you shook in the middle of the night (Geralt/Jaskier, The Witcher, 1x06 fix-it)

Leave it unspoken (Harvey/Mike, Suits, a serial killer on the loose AU looool I had forgotten about this one)

Concession (Geralt/Jaskier, The Witcher, Geralt likes being the little spoon fic)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yesssss, I'm like constantly behind and sometimes I answer months late, but I love answering because 1) comments make me so happy and I want the readers who took the time to let me know they enjoyed the fic to KNOW THAT, 2) talking about fics is SO much fun, I think that discussing things in the comments is the best part of posting.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

LOOOOOOOOOOOL filter for MCD on my Ao3 and take your pick. But I'd go with either Forever is the sweetest con (Napoleon/Illya/Gaby, TMFU) because the story is told backwards, so you start with post-MCD and end pre-MCD, so the ending is happy but. well. the happiness is gone already and you know it LOL, or maybe Meaner than my demons, colder than this home (Napoleon/Illya/Gaby, TMFU), purely because generally speaking when I play with MCD I kill just one of them off and leave the other two to pick up the pieces, but here there's just Napoleon left, so. probably worse than the others LOL.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Sooo, I tend to write one-shots, and I HAVE written fluffy fics, but I think I'll go with Something gets lost from a safe distance (Napoleon/Illya, TMFU) because it's part of a three-part series that's all emotional hurt/comfort, and then it ends with fluffy kissing so.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Eh, it has happened, I think it's inevitable if you have been doing this for long enough LOL.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nope.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Not usually, I did write a TMFU/Supernatural crossover though LOL.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I’m aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yesss, more than once and it's always extremely flattering that someone would want to go through all that effort <3

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Right now I feel particularly strongly about the TMFU OT3 but like. I love so many.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I HAVE MULTIPLE LONGFICS SITTING IN MY DRAFTS DAMMIT. I just never want to post longfics unless I have either a first draft for every chapter or at the very least an extremely detailed outline for every chapter, which means that I end up always posting one-shots LOL. Two notable mentions among these longfics are a "Napoleon gets amnesia and bullshits his way through it to avoid telling anyone because he has trust issues" fic and an AU with Illya as a ghost that's a whole angsty mess. help me.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Eeeeeeeh the emotions I'd say. Or I HOPE so, since that's pretty much 80% of my writing loooool Also there a lot of lines of dialogue that I come up with that I unironically like.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Plots for one, I just tend to write snapshots with no real plot most of the time, and action. I don't LIKE writing it, which means I can never tell if it's boring or if I'm just projecting, and I tend to avoid it. ...also romance/attraction/getting-together. My aroace ass never knows what is believable romance and what are just tv show tropes that are not actually real LOL.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I generally don't do it and keep to the language of the narration, just clarifying "X says in German" if there's a change of language. I write limited third POV, so I just see it as "filtering" everything through the lens of the person that we are seeing the perspective of. If I'm writing from Gaby's POV, for instance (she's German but fluent in English), I feel like TECHNICALLY the narration should be in German, so by writing in English I have already chosen a filter that is not 100% accurate. But that's the filter I'm going with, so English is the language that Gaby is communicating to the reader in, so everything should be communicated through English lens: if she's talking to someone in English, I will just write the lines with no specifications, if she's talking in German I still write in English and write "in German" in the narration, and if someone speaks a language she doesn't know I don't write the actual dialogue because she doesn't understand it, so the reader doesn't get to see it either.

I hope this makes some sort of sense LOOOOOL, I don't really mind any way I've seen this done, but this is how I prefer to go about it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

The Fallen book series. LOL.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Evil question, go directly to jail, do not collect 100$. This answer will absolutely change every five minutes, but right now I'm particularly feeling Souvenir from a life left behind (Napoleon/Illya, TMFU), just a tiny dissolution of UNCLE fic with Napoleon angsting.

Tagging: @imgoingtofreakoutnow @ikeepwatchinghelicopters @thetamehistorian @huggiebird @deducitetemporacarmen @set-phasers-to-whump @cherryjuicegf @geralt-of-vengerberg and anyone else who hasn't done this yet and wants to play <3

#i had so much fun with this sdfghjkl #ely has shit to say #not spn #tag game #cha-melodius

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siriusly-sapphic · 1 year

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My Fic Masterlist (Narcissa, sapphic, rarepair)

I'm pinning this to my profile and updating it as I post more.

These are most of the fics I've ever posted, sorted by whether or not they include Narcissa.

The WIPs include more information, but for the one-shots I'm just telling you the ship, rating, and important warnings so read the tags before reading please.

These are mainly Narcissa centered, sapphic ships, and rarepairs in general.

Sorted by: Narcissa (sapphic and f/m), other rarepairs, sirius/narcissa, cissamione, and misc stories (popular and gen)

(But also, since @womenofthehouseofblack did encourage self promotion... These are not all house of black, but there are 70+ Narcissa fics on here and they're even sorted by here lmao)

Excellence - Narcissa/Dorcas - Mature - 5/? chapters

Summary: Dorcas Meadowes and Narcissa Black at the start of their fifth year at Hogwarts. Two Slytherin girls with bright, promising futures ahead of them, trying to find their place in a world where nothing less than pure excellence is expected of them. They don't like each other, never have, and when everything around them is surely changing, that's something familiar to hold onto, at least. For the time being. This is gonna focus a lot on Slytherin house and pureblood culture, growing up queer in pureblood society, and eventually pass through the first war and change its outcome!

such were the joys - Minerva/OFC, Minerva/Poppy - Mature - 6/? chapters

Summary: It's the start of Minerva Mcgonagall and Adrastia Greengrass' sixth year at Hogwarts. Their friend group is mismatched and headed every which way in life, but for now they feel secure in their mutual understanding that whatever happens -- romance, family, disaster -- they have no plans to leave each other's side. The future might be uncertain, but it's most certainly bright, of that they are sure. These are going to be short chapters (500-1K per chapter) from the perspective of whichever character makes sense at the moment, mainly Minerva and Adrastia themselves.

Mine to Lose - Alphard/Rodolphus - Explicit - 3/5 chapters

Summary: "So much for summer love and saying 'us', 'cause you weren't mine to lose..." This focuses on Rodolphus and Alphard's relationship, starting with Alphard's funeral. Also background focus to Narcissa & Rodolphus and her relationship with Rabastan and Lucius.

I Bet My Life - Regulus & Narcissa & Dorcas, Dorcas/Narcissa - Mature - 3 Chapters - Regulus makes it out of the cave with help of Dorcas

Tarot and Face Masks - Parvati/Lavender - General - 2 Chapters - Post war fluff, healing. I might at one point throw another chapter in it, but it's completed as a fluffy standalone fic that doesn't need more story.

No Love Lost - Alecto/Narcissa - Explicit - Pwp

Mint Chocolate - Alice/Narcissa - General - Ice cream 'date'

Meet Me Under the Mistletoe - Dorcas/Narcissa - Teen - Kiss

Heating Charms - Dorcas/Narcissa - Teen - Fluff

Almost Worth It - Dorcas/Narcissa - Teen - THG AU

Nothing Less - Dorcas/Narcissa - Teen - Secret Relationship

Can't Have This - Lily/Narcissa - Mature - Angsty sex

Luxury - Lily/Narcissa - Explicit - Bath sex

Two Left Feet - Lily/Narcissa - Teen - Muggle AU

No Regrets - Marlene/Narcissa - General - Disowned Narcissa

Queen of Knightsbridge - Marlene/Narcissa - Teen - Karaoke kiss

All The Time in the World - Mrs Zabini/Narcissa - Explicit - Murder

Tragedy - Mrs Zabini/Narcissa - Teen - Flirting at a funeral

Phenomenally Unnerving - Pandora/Narcissa - Teen - Kiss

Could be Heaven - Pansy/Narcissa - Explicit - Shower sex

Thank Me - Pansy/Narcissa - Explicit - Pwp

Sweet Victory - Cho/Ginny - Teen - Post Quidditch Kiss

Taking Flight - Cho/Luna - Teen - Grief, getting back to flying

The Edge of a Knife - Daphne/Pansy - Explicit - Knife play

It's Not Easy - Hermione/Pansy - Teen - Getting back together

Liquid Luck - Lavender/Parvati - Explicit - Tribbing, Felix Felicis

We'll be Happy - Lavender/Parvati - Teen - Major Character Death

Could I? - Luna/Parvati - Teen - Post War Healing

Promise of Forever - Luna/Parvati - Teen - Post War Grief/Healing

Not Worried - Luna/Parvati - Teen - Post War Healing

Proud of You - Luna/Millicent - Teen - Butch/femme

Drown Out the War - Mary/Lily - Teen - Skinny dipping

Favourite Things - Lucius/Narcissa - Explicit - Tipsy smut

My Valentine - Lucius/Narcissa - Teen - Valentine Memories

Thank You - Lucius/Narcissa - General - Fluff

The Crown You Gave Me - Lucius/Narcissa - Teen - Divorce

We're Alright - Lucius/Narcissa - General - Kiss in the rain

A Great Love Story - Rabastan/Narcissa - Teen - First date/kiss

Crestfallen - Rabastan/Narcissa - General - Rejected Proposal

Memories That We Made - Rabastan/Narcissa - Explicit - Angsty sex

No Comment - Rabastan/Narcissa - Teen - Prank

Our Broken Hearts - Rabastan/Narcissa - Teen - Muggle AU

Useless and Disappointing - Rabastan/Narcissa - Teen - Breakup

Belonging - Remus/Narcissa - Teen - Disowned Narcissa

Fallen Stars - Remus/Narcissa - Teen - Slytherin Remus

He Loves Her - Remus/Narcissa - General - Post war, hurt/comfort

His Luck - Remus/Narcissa - Teen - Muggle AU

He Wants Us Both - Remus/Narcissa/Sirius - Explicit - threesome

Damned Be the World - Alphard/Rodolphus - Explicit - Pwp

Luckiest Witch - Sirius/Marlene - General - Soulmate AU

Over My Dead Body - Sirius/Marlene - Teen - MCD

Never Be - Rodolphus/Antonin - Explicit - Angsty smut

Lockdown Husband - Rodolphus/Augustus - Teen - lockdown au

Can We Pretend - Rodolphus/Augustus - Teen - 2nd War Angst

It's Personal - Rodolphus/Kingsley - Teen - Angst

Bad Ideas - Explicit - Accidental arousal, first war era

Blood in the Water - Explicit - Cleaning wounds - Blood, Injury

Death of Me - Teen - Flashbacks - Major Character Death

Ecstacy and Darkness Drips - Explicit - Self Harm and Blood

Ends Like This - General - First War, break-up - No Warnings

Favourite Method of Self-Destruction - Explicit - Pwp - No Warnings

Feel Like Paradise - Explicit - Gala quickie - No Warnings

Hers - Teen - Argument and a kiss - No Warnings

In Love and War - Teen - Disowned Narcissa - No Warnings

In Your Sick Fantasies - Explicit - Breeding kink - No Warnings

Is That a Problem? - Teen - Cissa's Wedding Day - No Warnings

It's Over - Teen - 1st War, kiss - No Warnings

I've Got You - Teen - Soulmate AU - Transphobia

Never Leave - Teen - Disowned Narcissa - No Warnings

Second Chances - Teen - 2nd war, happy ending - No Warnings

The Cure to Marital Problems - Explicit - First hookup - No Warnings

They'd Make Do - Mature - Disowned Narcissa - No Warnings

Too Beautiful to Save - Explicit - Grief, Dark Magic, Near-Murder

Worst in Me - General - Post War, kiss - No Warnings

You'd Come Back to Me - Explicit - Happy Ending - No Warnings

Good Morning, Darling - General - Domestic fluff

It's Okay - General - Curse, major character death

Jumper - General - Fluffy "wearing my clothes" ficlet

Life is Good - General - Family fluff with Rose

Like a Glove - Teen - Hermione wearing a Black corset

Minister's Wife - General - Reassurance about the relationship

Ministry Galas - General - Attending a gala for the first time

Out of Your Mind - Mature - Narcissa buys a painting, smut

She'd Kissed Her Before - General - Soulmate AU

This is Home. - Teen - Narcissa character study

Wandering Mind - Mature - Smut with autistic!Hermione

When it Rains - General - Fluff/comfort with autistic!Hermione

a lot to live without - Lily & Harry - Teen - Major Character Death

40 Years - James/Lily - Teen - Major Character Death

Just Friends - Luna & Pansy - General - Aro luna and pansy

He Was Seventeen - Narcissa & Regulus - Teen - MCD

What Fools These Mortals Be - Narcissa & Harry - Teen - Memories

You're Not Going Home - Rodolphus & Narcissa - General - Comfort

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