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presumenothing · 8 months

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so we all know the drill, yeah? my keyboard slipped etc etc and thus i present: 吉祥纹莲花楼 aka LOTUS CASEBOOK (the novel) CHAPTER ONE: TASTER EDITION further aka "the first chapter, but minus the Case Exposition bit because wow noooope". note also that this is not as serious nor thoroughly-edited as some of my other TLs (nif fandom alumni may remember me from known, unknown aka this absolute unit/research spiral of a post-canon fic; this is Not That and also, hi!!). and now with that out of the way, enjoy! ETA: fixed some missing bits that got eaten while posting to tumblr + only maybe 30% on-topic footnotes over here

PART THE FIRST: A GHOST, MURDER, IN THE GREEN GAUZE WINDOW

Changzhou City, Xiaomian Inn.

The seventeenth of the sixth month, just around midnight.

It had been two days since Cheng Yunhe, the head convoy of Hexing Convoy Company, started escorting these sixteen boxes of precious goods. Though all had been well so far, he felt tight-strung with exhaustion, and despite having fallen asleep he woke up without quite knowing why.

Silence permeated the dark room.

Outside the window… there was singing.

Faint waves of sound, barely discernible, as if someone was singing; and apparently quite in earnest, too, but in an incredibly odd tone… just as if… someone was singing with their tongue cut out.

He opened his eyes, and looked at the window directly across from his bed.

Amidst the darkness, green flecks flickered dim and sudden across that window, now far then near, and only on this one window across from him.

Outside the window, the faraway song continued, that broken tongue singing a tragic melody that no-one living could possibly understand…

He’d already practised almost forty years of martial arts, and though his hearing and sight might not be the top in the jianghu, it could hardly be weak either, but he… could not make out the sound of anything human.

As the wind whistled through the slightly-ajar window, he stared at that window with its flickering green shadows – and for the very first time in his life, he thought of a word – ghosts?

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ONE: LUCKY PATTERN LOTUS PARLOUR

The broad daylight of a sunny day.

Bingshan Town was not a remarkable place by any means; it had neither rare treasure nor great legends, and just like the vast majority of places in the jianghu, its denizens were a little boring, its crops a tad skinny, its rivers a tinge dirty, and its post-meal conversational topics a touch lacking… far too lacking, actually, so whenever there was something everyone had to delight in it for the longest time – not to mention how that recent happening was an odd one indeed.

The tale so far: on this day, the eighteenth of the month, when the people of Bingshan Town opened their doors to sweep their stoops, they abruptly found that their only-too-familiar main street had suddenly sprouted a two-storey wooden building. This building was hardly a short one, either, fully capable of housing people inside, and in spacious lodgings no less; it was made fully of wood, and engraved with patterns unusually fine and ornate, that even a blind person could recognise by touch – none other than lotus flowers and auspicious clouds.

After a good half-day’s worth of discussion, some eagle-eyed people recognised at last how this building had “suddenly appeared”: though its structure was that of a building, it turned out that it was not connected to the ground… at any rate, this building had been pulled by someone with a cart, here to the main street of their Bingshan Town, and put it there. Everyone expressed their amazement at this, but nobody could comprehend why anyone would bother dragging over such a large building in the dead of night just to leave it on the street, or what it could possibly be for. Perhaps as a shrine for their town god? Though speaking of which, their local shrine had indeed fallen into disrepair and gone unworshipped for many years now…

Such debate continued for three days straight, up until an express convoy working at some company who happened to be coming home was struck dumbfounded upon seeing it, screeched “The Lucky Parlour!” and there and then turned to run madly away without even returning home, still yelling “Lucky Parlour!” along the way – and thus the building abruptly became a haunted house, that would drive anyone who saw it right mad.

Only seven days later, when that express convoy suddenly brought the entire convoy company back to Bingshan Town, did the masses discover that said building was not in fact some haunted house.

Not only was it not a haunted house, it was actually an auspicious building, a super-duper auspicious building.

The “Lucky Pattern Lotus Parlour” was a medical clinic.

Its master was of surname Li, named Lianhua.

What kind of a person was Li Lianhua? As a matter of fact, nobody in the jianghu knew either. Whether his master, his background, the level of his martial arts, his age, or even the matter of his looks: all of it was unknown. Six years had passed since this person appeared in the jianghu, and in total he’d done only two things, but just these two things alone had been enough to turn the “Lucky Pattern Lotus Parlour” into the single most fascinating legend in the jianghu.

The two things Li Lianhua had done: the first was bringing back to life the martial scholar “Lifelong Learner” Shi Wenjue, who’d been buried for many days after dying from major injuries after a decisive duel. The second was bringing back to life “Ironflute Hero” He Lantie, who’d also been buried for many days with all his bones broken after dying from a cliff fall.

Just these two incidents alone had already made Li Lianhua the one figure in the jianghu that people most wanted to acquaint themselves with, but there was also the matter of his strange house that he always brought along with him – this only made Li Lianhua more of a legend amongst legends.

The head convoy of Hexing Convoy Company led every last one of his men on swift horseback to Bingshan Town, and after three days of clean baths and devout incense, finally delivered on great tenterhooks a letter of greeting to that building carved of precious softwood: Cheng Yunhe of Hexing Convoy Company wishes to consult on an important matter.

Said letter was pushed in via a window gap.

All forty-odd men of the company waited alongside Cheng Yunhe, as if it was the King of Hell inside of that building, passing judgement––

Soon after, that building that had been so silent as to seem unoccupied let out the faintest of creaking sounds. All of Hexing Convoy held their breath, and even the rubbernecking passers-by caught theirs, too, widening their eyes to better await whatever creature could possibly emerge from this building.

The door swung swiftly open, and not in the slow swing of everyone’s imagination.

A large cloud of dust burst forth with a bang, blowing all over Cheng Yunhe, and the figure in the door made a sound of dismay, saying with great apology: “I was tidying up odds and ends, and didn’t even realise I had guests, my apologies, apologies indeed.”

All of Hexing Convoy, now covered in dust and sawdust, stared in astonishment at the one who’d opened the door with a broom in one hand; the very same broom where that bright red greeting letter was now stuck on. He looked very young, no older than twenty-seven or twenty-eight, and perhaps even a little younger than that if not for the much-mended grey robes he was wearing; his skin was fair and his looks refined, but neither was he so beautifully handsome as to be unforgettable from a glance. He held the broom in his right hand and a dustpan in his left, and looked out at the dozens-strong line outside his door with a face full of apology.

Cheng Yunhe gave a heavy cough, and saluted in greeting: “I, “Thousand-Mile Crane” Cheng Yunhe, humbly greet Li-xiansheng of the Lucky Parlour; may I perhaps request that you pass a message to him that there is a matter I wish to consult him on?”

“Ah,” said the grey-robed young man. “A message?”

Cheng Yunhe spoke gravely: “I fear we must meet with Li Lianhua, Li-xiansheng himself, for there is crucial business to discuss.”

The young man set down the broom. “I am indeed Li Lianhua.”

Cheng Yunhe’s eyes widened abruptly, mouth falling open, and in that moment every last bystander wanted nothing more than to toss three or five eggs into his mouth. Very swiftly he shut it again, and gave another heavy cough. “Your good reputation precedes you, Li-xiansheng…”

And then he found himself at a loss on how to continue, for he had already detailed the ins and outs of the matter on the greeting letter, but that same letter was now stuck on Li Lianhua’s broom.

Li Lianhua said: “Apologies, apologies… my residence is covered in clutter at the moment…”

He raised a hand to invite Cheng Yunhe inside.

The Lucky Pattern Lotus Parlour was indeed covered in assorted junk; from nails to hammer, saw to axe, dustcloths to broom, sawdust and dust everywhere, and a few boxes holding who-knew-what. The front room held only one table and chair each, both made of bamboo and not worth even twenty bronze coins. Cheng Yunhe felt heavy doubt in his heart, but what with the sheer reputation of the Lucky Pattern Lotus Parlour, and this grey-robed man to be sitting in it, he dared not to suspect him to be a fake, either; and thus he was left with no choice but to sit respectfully across from Li Lianhua and recount every part of those fearsome events he’d encountered a half-month ago.

[––CASE EXPOSITION CUT FOR SANITY––]

Such was the tale of the “Green Window Ghost Murder” that had thrown the martial world into heated debate over the last half a month. Yu Mulan, heartbroken over the senseless death of his beloved daughter, flew into a rage and commanded the death of all the swordsmen who had been escorting Yu Qiushuang that night, alongside a kill order for the entirety of Hexing Convoy Company. Cheng Yunhe, pushed to his wits’ end, had been about to bring his family and disband the company for a scattered escape when he heard the news of the Lucky Parlour.

Li Lianhua could bring the dead back to life – and so Cheng Yunhe suddenly thought: if Li Lianhua could resurrect Yu Qiushuang, wouldn’t that resolve everything? Resurrection was not something he would have ever believed in, just a half-month ago, but with matters the way they were now he could only work with what he had, dead or otherwise, and since the heavens had seen fit to let him come across Li Lianhua, why not give it a try? After all… if the legends were true, all could not but be well.

But even until he’d finished recounting the “Green Window Ghost Murder” incident, he hadn’t heard any startling insights out of Li Lianhua, only an ah and a nod of his head.

After finishing his tea, Cheng Yunhe had no choice but to leave. He truly could not think of any good reason to remain any longer in that empty building of Li Lianhua’s, full of assorted junk and Li Lianhua’s expression full of gentle incomprehension.

Cheng Yunhe departed.

From the second storey of the Lucky Pattern Lotus Parlour, someone said, leisurely: “Even five years later, you’re still plenty famous, aren’t you…”

Li Lianhua sat on the chair, drinking tea. “Ah…”

Who even knew what he was ah-ing about.

“Actually I’ve never been able to figure it out.” That figure descended slowly from the second storey. He was thin and pale, all skin and bones, and perhaps if he gained twenty pounds he’d be a elegantly beautiful young man, but as it stood he mostly just resembled a victim of starvation. Yet this particular hungry corpse also happened to be wearing a set of rich white robes of particularly meticulous workmanship, with the tassel and jade ornaments favoured only by those fine young masters untouched by worldly troubles, and a long sword with an unusually elegant shape to its hilt. “How could anyone in this world possibly believe in something like resurrection? It’s been five whole years, and yet nobody has forgotten those two scandals of yours…”

“Because none of them are as smart as you.” Li Lianhua smiled faintly, stood up to stretch, then picked up his broom and resumed sweeping the floor.

“Can you not sweep the floor?” The hungry corpse from the upper storey suddenly glared. “How can you possibly keep sweeping when I, the great Fang-dagongzi, am here right in front of you? Do you realise that if Cheng Yunhe had known I was in here just now, he’d definitely kneel down and beg me too ask that old geezer Yu not to slaughter his entire family? You have a young master of my handsome looks and eminent status in front of you, and yet you’ve been doing nothing but sweep the floor?"

“I can’t.” Li Lianhua said: “I haven’t cleaned and repaired this building in too long. It’s very dirty, and leaks when it rains, too.”

The white-robed corpse kept up the wide-eyed glaring for many moments longer, before suddenly letting out a sigh. “Someone like you who can’t fight and can’t treat diseases, who doesn’t plant crops or commit theft either – how have you even managed to survive all these years in such fame? I really don’t get it.”

This white-robed hungry corpse was “Melancholic Young Master” Fang Duobing, the eldest son of the of the Fang martial family. He’d known Li Lianhua for an entire six years, long enough that he even knew exactly how this same person had come to fame – Shi Wenjue had suffered major injuries in his duel and used the Turtle’s Breath method to close his qi and recover, the local villagers had taken him for dead and buried him, Li Lianhua had gone to dig him up, and thus Shi Wenjue had naturally come back to life; He Lantie, on the other hand, had staged an entire cliff jump after failing in his pursuit of a wife, played dead and buried himself in the ground, and Li Lianhua who’d just happened to be passing by dug him out yet again. The whole world was wondering how Li Lianhua had managed to bring the dead back to life, while all Fang Duobing wanted to know was how he knew where on earth (or under it) there’d be a live person to dig up.

“I did still have some silver coins, a while ago.” Li Lianhua carefully swept the front room, then put away the dustpan. “As long as you plan well, you can still make do.”

Fang Duobing rolled his eyes. “And how much silver do you have now?”

“Fifty taels.” Li Lianhua smiled faintly. “That’s enough to use for a lifetime, to me.”

Fang Duobing tsked. “To think that there’s losers like you in the martial world, who only plan to spend fifty taels in their whole life, it’s practically a shame upon the jianghu. Had Cheng Yunhe known what kind of person you are, I’d like to see whether he still would’ve come asking for help… heh, asking a ‘miracle doctor’ who doesn’t know a drop of medicine and has to go everywhere with his house on his back because he’s too stingy to stay in an inn, to go treat the dead, I can’t believe he thought of that.” Fang Duobing rolled his eyes again for good measure, and eyed Li Lianhua up and down. “Though I can’t actually tell whether you are going to help him go treat the dead or not.”

Li Lianhua sat on the chair, fingers still meticulously fiddling away with the interlocking joint on that squeaky bamboo table of his, and gave a small smile upon hearing this. “Why wouldn’t I go? After all, I don’t know how to plant crops, or sell vegetables, and I’m not in want of coin. Wouldn’t life be incredibly boring if I didn’t have something to do?”

“When that old geezer Yu finds out that you’re a fake miracle doctor and decides to kill your entire family, Fang-dagongzi is absolutely not going to save you,” Fang Duobing said, leisurely. “Go on then, don’t expect this young master here to see you off.”

And so it was that Li Lianhua spent a whole three days tidying up inside the Lucky Pattern Lotus Parlour, packing who-knows-what into that small parcel of his, and after meticulously writing a lengthy missive temporarily entrusting the parlour to the care of “Lifelong Learner” Shi Wenjue, he set off at last.

He was headed to Yu Fortress, to see the corpse of Yu Qiushuang.

#mysterious lotus casebook #莲花楼 #li lianhua #fang duobing #mine #long post #might add some footnotes tomorrow but it is also 三更 here so later it is #+ feel free to give a shout (reply or rb tag) if you'd like a ping if/when i crosspost to ao3!#(haven't actually decided if i'll do that for archival reasons. bluh)#(who's tidying up in this house? nobody definitely not me)#(.......note to self i should probably also archive that zs interview somewhere at some point)#li lianhua: *sweeping the floor* fang duobing: IN FRONT?? OF MY SALAD?????

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zzoguri · 2 days

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[TEASER] finger trapped (ripped to its seams) ➵ ji changmin

ji changmin x reader

with an unexpected reunion, you and changmin relive the memories of cheongju—and confront what could’ve been between you two.

inspired by ➵ "seasons" by wave to earth, the last five years

general genre/warnings ➵ friends to almost lovers, angst, fluff, the last five years story-telling method aka present will be told going backwards while past will be told moving forward (i hope that makes sense), missed chances, unexpected reunion, keeping secrets & lying, hurt/comfort, jealousy remains but love triumphs, tiger parents, journalist reader (u kno i had to do it), reader is a nerd and changmin is a student-athlete, kms jokes from jongseob (all /lh), finger traps aren’t efficient after all

word count ➵ est. 10-15k

playlist ➵ end of beginning by djo // high school in jakarta by niki // i know it won't work by gracie abrams // no big deal (i love you) by dodie // keeping tabs by niki // no one knows by stephen sanchez & laufey // so what now by renee rapp // i wish i hated you by ariana grande // the 1 by taylor swift // seasons by wave to earth

a/n ➵ shhhhhhh.... i know that i'm still writing this but a lil motivation and accountability goes a long way SOOO !!! this is just a lil teaser for the upcoming jichang fic for the deoboyznet event <33 thank you again to my lovely @hcuyk for beta reading !!! (i've only written 1/4 please understand.) but i'm dedicating this to my lovely @sungbeam whose love for changmin is one i'll forever feel even to my ribs and @wavesmp3 who forever remains an inspiration in the way i write </3 plus, i've posted these snippets anyway so :P if ure interested in this fic, feel free to ask to be part of the taglist for this! and dont forget to always leave feedback <3

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it’s a late night on a tuesday, about to be a midnight wednesday, and you’re in a convenience store as you scout for your dinner. all hauled up in the newsroom, the idea of ordering food during a time where restaurants would still be open slipped your mind. now, you’re left to scan through the same options you’ve eaten for the past years since you started living in seoul.

the convenience clerks are familiar with you, both kim jongseob and kim jiwoo. with your constant late-night meals at the store, you’d talk to whichever one had a shift. jongseob is saving up to upgrade his setup at home to record more music. with all the stories he shares about his time in underground rap battles along with the short verses he’s performed for you, you’re positive that he’ll get signed to a label soon. as for jiwoo, this is one of the many jobs she has in order to save enough money for fashion school. you’ve seen her sketches and outfits she’s put together and you’re hoping that she’ll get accepted.

a sigh leaves you. you didn’t have a problem with eating the food here but you were craving for something new in your life in seoul. the perpetual cycle of eating takeout food and unconsciously skipping meals for work needed to be disrupted just for a moment. but you weren’t seeking michelin-star food—all you wanted was home cooked, something from home.

the spice of tteokbokki, the burn of freshly fried hotteok, and the sweetness of homemade peach iced tea—mr. kim’s convenience store had it all.

your tastebuds long for cheongju.

“planning to beat your record of spending 23 minutes on deciding what to get?”

you roll your eyes before looking to your right, seeing jongseob stocking up the drinks in the fridge. “i hate you.”

“what? i’m just saying, you’re taking a lot longer to decide today.” he chuckles before placing the last bottle of sweetened probiotic milk in the fridge. “none of the options look good to you?”

“sort of,” you hum before you scan through the aisle of packaged meals. “i think i’m craving for something different.”

“i get it. the food here can get boring, which is why i’m planning to order pizza if you want to split the costs.”

your eyebrows shoot up at jongseob’s suggestion. “really? you’d share pizza with me?”

“yeah, as long as you pay for your share.” he shoots you a smile before grabbing on a trolley carrying empty boxes. “unless… you want to pay for the whole thing.”

you bite back a smile as you shake your head. you should’ve known the guy would ask you to buy him food, but you knew that he needed the money and you at least had a stable income to keep you comfortable. “fine,” jongseob’s smile grows as you fish out your wallet from your pocket and pull out a couple of bills. “just order enough for us two.”

“of course,” he says as soon as you hand him some money. “i’ll make sure to order the most expensive thing on the menu.”

you scoff at his joke. “just make sure to treat me to something.”

the bell by the door chimes. “sorry, can’t hear you over that! need to attend to a customer!” jongseob quickly runs away from you while dragging the trolley. that little shit just knew how to press your buttons, but you love the kid, anyway.

still, you stand in the middle of the mart and your heart longs for home.

then, you shut your eyes, and you’re transported back in front of the familiar aisle filled with bags of potato chips and sweet corn. the noisy fan along with the soft sounds of mr. kim’s korean drama fills your ears. a mix of yellow and orange hues paint every corner of the mart, including you—and you’re not alone.

your best friend stands on your right, wearing the unbuttoned school uniform polo over a tank top along with jogging pants. he’s lost in thought as he scans through the options of snacks you two can have for today’s afternoon. he starts to giggle to himself, probably from a silly thought he’ll share with you in the next second or a memory involving you, and the dips in his cheeks appear—your heart thumps in your ears.

and just like how quickly you were transported back to cheongju, your surroundings transformed into the cool-lit convenience store found in seoul. all you have left is the image of him bathed in the sunlight.

but he fades away like the ink on old receipts, never gone, because the glowing image of him warps into a different version who stands next to you in the cold mart. he’s grown a few inches taller and his hair doesn’t get in the way of his line of sight. while he wears a green sweater, you notice that he’s gained some muscles. his eyes scan through the aisle behind you filled with different brands of instant ramen.

but he bites the inside of his cheek, and his dimples appear.

it’s a tornado that brews within you, enough to uproot trees and displace buildings, all because of an unexpected reunion with changmin. why did the universe decide to bring two ex-best friends on a random tuesday night? what brings him to the convenience store at the same time you’re there? and why did it have to happen a day before the interview?

you weren’t going to commit the same mistake; keep your eyes off of him and make your way out of the store. it didn’t matter if you had an empty, growling stomach, or gave free money to jongseob. you need to leave without the distant, familiar face noticing.

your feet act fast, and you're almost certain that might’ve caught his attention, but it didn’t matter as you see jongseob standing behind the cashier with his phone out. “i just ordered the pizza. it should arrive in about… 20 to 30 minutes.”

“yeah, about that…”

“don’t tell me you’re taking your money back.”

at the sight of jongseob’s pout, you roll your eyes. “no, keep it. i just—i need to go.”

“what? why?”

you peek behind you. it seems like he didn’t recognize you, after all. “i’ve got… work!”

“but don’t you only have your interview with the bo—”

“hey!” your fingers snap at him. “you cannot—i mean, you just… just take the goddamn money.”

“but we’re supposed to share the pizza. you haven’t eaten.”

an exasperated sigh leaves you. “jongseob, just treat me next time. i can eat at home.”

and you’re ready to leave the convenience store, bid farewell to jongseob and a delicious pizza made for two, and never greet or say goodbye to the living fragment of what you last know of cheongju—

“y/n?”

and the plan failed.

when you meet his gaze, you’re able to take in the different version of him. he’s grown so much—it’s such a pain that you weren’t there to witness it. his eyes are a pool of emotions; you can’t identify them.

all it takes is one breath from you. “changmin.”

a beat passes.

“i’m just gonna… go through the storage,” jongseob points his thumb at the back of the mart, “and maybe kill myself afterwards. i don’t know.” before you can protest, he’s already gone. (and he still has your money. that fucker.)

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aashi-heartfilia · 9 months

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Top 5 Lucy Battles from the 100 Years Quest

RANKING ALL OF LUCY's STAR DRESSES (Must Read)

RANKING LUCY's CELESTIAL SPIRITS

1. Why are her battles interesting?

2. Lucy vs Strauss siblings 2.0?

3. Is she not using her full power?

4. How did Lucy defeat Mimi?

5. Star Dress Evolutions Mini-Series

THANK YOU FOR READING!!

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singsweetmelodies · 4 months

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2023 fanworks round-up! 🎉

thank you to darling @francophones for letting me use your template <3333 love you!!

fics and other katie-brand nonsense beneath the cut 😘

AO3 fic:

* get me with those green eyes, baby (piarles, 4.6k, explicit)

The one where Pierre and Charles fuck before their (second) NBA basketball date.

* you're in my head, you're in my blood (piarles, 15.8k, explicit - cowritten with @boxboxbrioche)

Charles is a music student with big ambitions and high standards when it comes to love. Pierre is the university's football star and resident flirt. Neither is ready for what being paired on a project will mean for them...

* you are perfection, my only direction (it's fire on fire) (piarles, 40k, explicit)

The one where Pierre and Charles are Dragon Riders, and spectacularly stupid about their feelings, and have to marry each other to prevent an inter-House war.

* your lips, my lips (apocalypse) (piarles, 56.7k (WIP), explicit)

Pierre and Charles begin a new thing in the 2023 season: making out after each new race. And then also... before it. And then at random times, too, just because they feel like it. And then they do a lot more than just making out. (It all goes about as well as you'd think.)

* you can feel it on the way home (piarles, 4.6k, teen)

Charles, Pierre, a midnight drive through Montreal, and realisations.

* breakin' down and coming undone (it's a roller coaster kinda rush) (piarles, 5.9k, explicit - originally posted on anon)

The one where Pierre's girlfriend breaks up with him after the Monte-Carlo Masters, and he goes to see Charles about it. Needless to say, it doesn't go as expected.

* you kiss my face and we're both drunk (piarles, 2.5k, mature)

All really good friends have That One Time they fucked while drunk. This is Charles and Pierre's.

* ... And My Heart Is With You (piarles, 16.4k, mature - part 2 of a series created with @welightitup)

Roommates. Lovers. Idiots.

AKA: misunderstandings in the loft are at an all-time high. What will it take for it all to be sorted out?

* when the curtains close and all of the lights go down (piarles, 3.2k, teen)

Suzuka in the rain is never easy, for any of them. But Pierre and Charles find each other, like they always do.

* i want to write you a song (piarles, 49.5k, teen)

The one where Pierre, Charles, George, Alex and Lando are all in a boyband together, and the whole world believes Pierre and Charles are desperately in love with each other. Is it true? Well…

* tied with the same thread (unconditional) (piarles, 2.7k, teen)

The one where Pierre and Charles are each other's constants in an ever-changing life - because a love like theirs is unconditional.

* you and i will be safe and sound (piarles, 1.8k, teen - cowritten with @boxboxbrioche and @welightitup)

Charles is an actor, and Pierre has his back. Always.

* put my name at the top of your list (piarles, 2.1k, mature - cowritten with @boxboxbrioche and @welightitup)

Pierre and Charles FaceTime before Vegas. Charles has… a question.

* like a rainbow with all of the colours (piarles, 3.1k, teen - cowritten with @boxboxbrioche and @welightitup)

Charles Leclerc visits an unassuming patisserie on a random Wednesday.

tumblr fic:

* sweater weather (piarles, sfw)

Charles has a habit of stealing Pierre’s clothes when he misses him. (AKA, the blue sweater fic.)

* one love, two mouths (piarles, nsfw)

Pierre and Charles have missed each other, and fuck about it. (AKA, tender blue sweater smut.)

* baby's first a/b/o (piarles feat. brief/mentioned maxierre, nsfw)

Charles once asked Pierre to spend a heat with him, but Pierre didn't think it was a good idea. (AKA, they're idiots and can't communicate properly, but they figure it out eventually.)

prompt fill: vampire/vampire hunter + green card marriage (piarles, sfw)

The one where Charles is a vampire who desperately wants to take up a teaching position at Rutgers, and his best friend Pierre offers to marry him to make it possible.

prompt fill: met at the gym (piarles, nsfw-ish)

The one where Charles has never been very good at keeping to any kind of gym schedule - until he meets the hottest guy he's ever seen there, and suddenly takes up a very regular schedule to watch Pierre work out.

prompt fill: soulmate timers (piarles, sfw)

The one where Charles' soulmate timer stops when he's seven, but Pierre's doesn't. (It takes almost twenty years for them to figure it out.)

in reflection:

total # of completed works: SO. there's about five different answers here, i'm afraid 🤣😭 in terms of AO3 fic, it's 14 fics. but it's 10 if you only count fics written solely by me (i.e. not collaboration works) and 9 if you count only works posted to my public AO3. if you include tumblr fics to the count, though, it's... 6 more than that. (don't worry, i'm confused too. let's just say it's 13 because lucky thirteen, no?)

total word count: according to AO3, it's 209,660 (pause for me to whisper, jesus christ). that's not quite accurate, though, because it doesn't include the tumblr fic word counts - so the most true reflection is probably that it's somewhere around 216000 words. which... yeah. oh my god, i am insane. (thank you, piarles! 🙏❤️)

what’s your own favorite creation of the year: OOOH, this is a difficult one!! (don't ask me to choose between my children, etc etc.) but if i really have to pick just one... probably my dragon riders AU? i was rereading it again the other day, and just... you know what? I LOVE IT. the worldbuilding, the arranged marriage trope, the idiots in love/pining... it has everything i love to read & write about, tbh <333

do you have any fandom goals for the new year: oh my god, do i EVER. i've actually had a little "fandom new year's resolutions: 2024 version" post sitting in my drafts for a good long while now, so i'm going to link that here to hold myself even more accountable. let's do this, baby.

most popular creation of the year: not very surprisingly, it's my 2023 kisses fic, AKA your lips my lips (apocalypse). this is... my longest WIP to date, yup. 10 chapters down, 23 to go. personally, there was something VERY satisfying about processing each race by writing a smutty/kissy chapter about it 🤭 and apparently, the f1 rpf readership agreed with me about that! much obliged. also, god, i love you all so much. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE SUPPORT 😭❤️❤️

under-appreciated creation of the year: ough! this is also a hard one, because i don't want to seem ungrateful for what has frankly been an AMAZING year full of an incredible amount of support. truly, my followers, my friends: you all are so, so unbelievably wonderful, and i appreciate each and every one of you ENDLESSLY. but... that's not the question. to actually give an answer: one fic that i do selfishly wish would've blown up more/reached more people is my boyband au, i want to write you a song. because of the sheer amount of time i poured into that, and also because of the extreme sentimental value it has for me in that it combines my two favourite-ever rpf fandoms... yeah. i do so wish it would've gained a little more traction than it ended up getting. BUT like i said: this is very much a selfish wish, and i am fully aware that this is quite a niche fic, in its way. still, though - if there was one fic response i could change from last year, it would be this one.

most fun thing to make: another "don't make me choose between my children" type question!! 🙈 but honestly... i think that prize would probably go to "... And My Heart Is With You," because working with Tia is always fucking INCREDIBLE, and also because this idea was just such a delight to create and write 😍❤️

most unintentionally telling thing: oh dear. probably, um... my first a/b/o fic. the thing is, i never even used to LIKE a/b/o. but my besties told me that the possessiveness-soulmatism of it all would actually work really well for me, and... they were right. let's just say, they were 1016% right.

equally though, my 2023 kisses fic? especially that chapter 8/9... yeah. uh. YEAH.

biggest surprise: the fact that i managed to add up over two HUNDRED thousand words for this fandom??? even despite two rather significant writer's block stretches, a job move and a move of house? that's... i'm incredibly proud of that, honestly. and i never could've done it without all of you, my most beloved friends-in-my-phone. thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for doing 2023 with me. here's to an even crazier, better 2024 <3333

#if you saw me post this too soon then edit frantically for like half an hour... no you didn't xx #anyways! 2023 ROUND UP; LET'S GO BABY #what a fandom year it's been; oh wow #thank you all so so so much for being a part of it ❤️❤️❤️#i love you endlessly!!!#and here's to 2024 #MWAH #❤️❤️❤️❤️🎉

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boxwinebaddie · 4 months

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ok ive been wanting to ask this for a while but i didnt know if youd be able to answer since its giving a lot away.. but f it lmao. does ravenstan know jersey kyle is HIS kyle? bc he hasnt said anything but how many ginger jewish jersey boys are there named kyle matthew broflovski hsjjdks im assuming one

ooooooh. ok...Hm.

so, i stared at this for a while and...

you know what, my friend? i should, one, prolly stop randomly jumping the line of 34973 ask memes in my box whenever i get a new one bc i get super excited & have no attention span, but also this is...Important.

and tbh, one of the Big reasons that rm got so tricky for me was because i got overly anxious about the timeline, too worried abt what sequence of events the fic should follow/what things should you know and when, etc. so i actually have a lot of random rm itinerary/lore that i wrote that i was going to drop you guys in other chapters but wasn't sure if it was...Time yet?

buuuuut given that posting to my ao3 has been super stressful for me as of late/i'm still trying to ease back into it/i feel more posting comfortable stuff on here -- combined with the serious bummer that i can't really write updates in the sorry shape i’m in rn with settling into my new workplace and grappling with my mental health/healing my complex feelings abt writing

which is a Serious Bummer indeed because i try to be as fun and zesty as possible in my ask responses, but i really want to give you all something more solid to Read, you know?

so this is my little compromise for you. :)

basically i wrote this little scene thingy like a month ago and Almost put it at the beginning of rm6...but it was too complicated and i was like maybe i should wait, idk...

but i am feeling chaotic today!~

and the fact you guys care enough about my weird little fanfictions to regularly send me thoughtful, kind, excited messages abt it even when my updates are few and far between — idk, that means so much to me. you all mean a lot to me…and you guys know i am unhinged and cannot resist posting snippets/spoilery things.

so…i’m closing my eyes!! but also it’s not a spoiler if i was going to post this earlier Anyways…right? dhsksks

( if you want to read it it’s under the cut w/ more info xx )

it is however…a draft. it’s really…not that good. like i said i was going to fix it / rewrite it when i figured out where i wanted it to go, but i wanted to answer your question without saying too much about it sooo i think this little scene thing should tell you/give you the information you seek while also keeping you confused/interested?

maybe?? idk?? i’m sweating, smh.

( some of lines just ended up re-written in my actual fic so if they look familiar that’s why — ANYWAYS! )

the Context is actually abt Kyle’s CRIMINA LAUR class, which if you rem(ember), jersey was writing an essay that was due at midnight but got rizzed too hard by raven and passed out and couldn’t turn it in!!! jersey kyle was ready to fight for his life ( aka lie out of his ass abt why his essay didn’t get uploaded w/o mentioning crimson dawn bc Ew ) but mr. mackey said that a Compelling Case was submitted upon his behalf by a

Third Party

and waved the missing homework assignment, where, in the section where kyle would have uploaded a copy of his essay, a video had been uploaded and submitted.

here’s the beginning of it

also jersey is in his pajamas, his hair is up, he looks radiant, he’s red bc having some box wine and his eye is twitching btw — pls tell me you can see it — also this was either going to go up before the hate or after it so i don’t think the time frame matters — this is just part of what happened while kyle was passed out back stage )

anyways! *jersey vc* Cheers! Mazel <3

;)

-uncle nina

#tw for me spoiling stuff #JUST KIDDING IM NOT I SWEAR U GUYS #I WAS GONNA TRY AND FIT THIS INFO INTO ANOTHER CHAP #but u guys are the best and have been very patient #and so dedicated and invested in my work #which is so amazing so #here is some interesting information #and i hope it helps answer ur question a little #u will probably have 20 more #so sorry friend #hopefully this was a thrilling uphate #i sent this on my phone #so im sorry if this looks crazy this also might be a crazy thing to do right before i dip for an event #but i love chaos let’s go babey #i feel like 75% of this is not ground breaking but IT IS CUTE OKAY I THINK ravenstan my beloved #he was so worried oh my god pleaaase

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putonmyfavoriteshow · 7 months

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putonmyfavoriteshow's master fic writing post on-going ~ Violetta the heart of pretending (future franletta/leonetta reverse fake-dating au dramedy; my passion project) Soy Luna ...and they were roommates (post show jazmilia/delfma; self-indulgent rom-com chaos for side-characters who deserved more) BIA the celestial goat & her cosmic fish (platonic-for-now chiarleste's great astrology debate; a dynamic exploration between my favorite kind of bickering sidekicks) finished multi-chaps ~ Violetta a perfectly perfect gift (luty ft. franletta - my first official dcla multi-chap!) luty month (daily prompts from @iristhedeadflower) franletta month (daily prompts from @weirdthoughtsandideas) finished one-shots/two-shots ~ Violetta no boys, no problems (right?) (franletta s2 alternate ending to italy arc) an unexpected evening (jadangie fix-it fic - dcla gift exchange 2022 + bonus dcla pride month chap) midnights (a ludmila pov luty fic + bonus luty month chap) playing murder (and all that jazz) (violetta gang halloween fic - canon pairings) go figure (a naty pov luty fic) the mistletoe experiment (a natila story based on a dcla advent calendar prompt from @countessofravenclaw) welcome to new york (christmas version) (violetta gang xmas fic - canon pairings) it is what it is (luty - angsty ficlet) the deadfast club (violetta gang horror two-shot - luty focus ft leonetta/camcesca)

Soy Luna elevator goes up, elevator come down (simbar s3 missing scene - tumblr soy luna fic week 2021) unlock my heart (when lutteo got locked in the dressing room, except it's jazmilia aka the best non-canon ship ever made by a random wheel) there's a great big beautiful tomorrow (lutteo/gastina tomorrowland adventure - dcla gift exchange 2023) BIA losin' sleep (thiana s2 missing scene inspired by @assim-eu-sou) dream date (romantic chiarleste debut to ao3) non dcla ~ my sorta friend's sister's funeral (victorious - jori - angst/fluff one-shot) even crows have wings (six of crows - kanej - sl/roller skating au one-shot) page 55 (the villains of valley view - hartmy - missing scene drabble) if we were a horror movie (the villains of valley view - hartmy - hartmy watch jennifer's body)

other fan content: my tumblr edits tag my tumblr gifs tag

#my masterlist #my masterpost #my fanfics #pinned post #dcla #this is crazy to see how much i've written in just this past year #a little emo about it 🥺#thanks for all the inspiration and support friends 🥰#violetta #soy luna #disney bia

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bengiyo · 8 months

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CURRENT ASK GAME

Tagged by @lurkingshan mostly so she can troll me about one of these questions.

Current time: 8:22 am

Current activity: Having breakfast and rolling into my workday.

Currently thinking about: My first time hanging out with a friend in person in months and brunch logistics for tomorrow.

Current favorite song: Meme choice is Planet of the Bass, which I love unironically. I've been returning to Golden Ears a lot though.

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Currently reading: Ravensong, the second book in the Green Creek series by TJ Klune since @lurkingshan's commentary has me back in my Bennett Pack feels. I'm also working ahead on Strength of Thousands for my Pathfinder table. I'm also about to start The Fight Within by Andrew Grey at @lutawolf's suggestion.

Currently watching: Shan pinged me for this just so make me type the entire list of shit I'm watching because she is a villain.

Currently airing shows I'm watching: Be Mine SuperStar, Dangeros Romance, Hidden Agenda, I Feel You Linger in the Air, Jun & Jun, Kiseki: Dear to Me, Laws of Attraction, Love Class 2, Love in Translation, Minato's Laundromat 2, My Universe, Only Friends, Stay by My Side, Taikan Yoho (aka My Personal Weatherman), Wedding Plan (Bonus episode next week), Why R U? (Korea)

Shows about to start this weekend: Naughty Babe, Venus in the Sky

Current shows I'm high-key rewatching: A Tale of Thousand Stars, Eternal Yesterday, Is it Wrong To Try to Pick Up Girls in a Dungeon?, Kieta Hatsukoi, La Pluie, Midnight Diner, Star Trek: The Original Series, Three Star Bar in Nishi Ogikubo, What Did You Eat Yesterday?

Friends and I also watch a movie every Saturday mostly uninterupted for the past four years. Last week we watched The Long Walk (2019), a Mattie Do horror film from Laos. It's very good. This week we're either watching Sisu (2023) or Vikram (2022).

ARE YOU SATISFIED, SHAN???

Current favorite character: This question is hard. It's probably Minato from Minato's Laundromat because I get him. Also probably Segasaki from My Personal Weatherman.

Current WIP: I have been kicking around a post on how I introduced my friend Emily to BL and turned her into a regular viewer as a guide for some of the new folks. It's super short, but it feels like I'm missing something.

Tagging @shortpplfedup just because I know she's busy, @ginnymoonbeam because she's always secretly watching something and I'm curious, and @warningtothecurious just because I still see you around and want to wave.

#tag game #Youtube

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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 2 days

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Moon: Immediately showering and furiously washing the blood off my hands after stabbing someone, not because I feel any guilt or remorse for what I did but because I have sensory issues.

#sun and moon show #sams #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #fnaf moon #incorrect sun and moon show quotes #incorrect sams quotes #incorrect fnaf quotes #incorrect quotes #source: tumblr #when he finally murders ruin #aka my missing midnight post #from january 24th #tw death mention #tw blood mention #tw stabbing mention

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jamespotterthefirst · 2 years

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As It Was (1/6)

Chapter 1: The Doctor

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende) Word count: 1.4K Warning: None Series: As It Was (aka Lilac’s Exes)

Series Premise: All the times Ethan meets her exes throughout the years. Chapter Premise: After their win against Declan Nash in Miami, they run into someone from her past.

Context: Lilac dated Noah Burke in Med school but broke up since they mutually decided they were better as friends. His FC is Sebastian Stan. (Exes | Exes Timeline)

Year 1: Miami

The delicate gradient from orange to glittering violet of the Miami dusk was almost the most beautiful thing Ethan had ever seen. Its triumphant rival stood before him, cheeks flushed with color from the night’s excitement, eyes the loveliest shade of emerald. The thrill of their victory against Nash, however small, hummed between them, like the aftershock of iron bells.

“We need a celebratory drink,” she informed him, her hand falling atop his forearm. It was a small gesture, but his heart leapt to his throat, obnoxious and beyond his control.

“Fine,” he agreed, her soft fingers burning through the fabric of his tuxedo jacket. “But no champagne.”

Lilac made a show of pouting and his eyes caught on those delectable, rosy lips.

“Fine. No scotch,” she countered.

Ethan almost smiled as he detached himself from her side. The skin of his forearm pickled with every step that separated them, already missing Lilac's touch, a fact that should have concerned him. The bar by the glittering pool was unsurprisingly crowded with masses of overworked health-care professionals intent on taking advantage of the open bar.

As he waited impatiently for his turn to order, his eyes searched the elegant crowd for her. He found her at once, standing by the poker tables and glancing curiously at the ongoing games. Nothing in her demeanor indicated that she was aware of the interested glances she easily earned from many of the attendees. In that sinful, midnight blue dress—glittering with the same allure of the sky—she was unlike anything Ethan had ever beheld.

As if aware of his eyes on her, Lilac glanced at him, giving him a playful smile.

“No scotch,” she mouthed in a way he found entirely too attractive.

Attractive?

He had to get a grip.

In the end, the wait at the bar proved to be insufferable. Without much ceremony, he swiped a bottle of acceptable red wine from nearby, justifying this choice by the fact that all drinks are free anyway.

With a self-satisfied grin, he made his way back, already imagining Lilac's taunts about his petty theft. But when arrived at the poker tables, he discovered Lilac was no longer alone. A dark-haired man clad in a tailored, gray suit leaned casually against a nearby wall. His jovial, blue eyes were solely on Lilac, his mouth curved into a half smirk that bordered on flirtatious.

“...Heard you placed at Edenbrook.”

“I did! I was lucky.”

The familiarity in their tones left no doubt that they knew each other.

“Nah, you were the best in that cohort. Everyone knows it. You earned that.”

A genuine blush lit up her beautiful face. Inexplicably, something unpleasant twisted in Ethan's stomach as he watched. He realized, belatedly, it was envy at the ease with which this man offered Lilac praise.

“So what's it like to work with Ethan Ramsey? I remember you used to worship that guy.”

“Shut up,” she laughed, shoving his arm.

“It's true! You almost killed me when I nearly spilled coffee over your second copy of his book!”

“It was my only copy, you jerk.”

“Ah, yes. I remember the annotations and post-its as if it were yesterday.”

“They're still there.”

“I don't doubt it. It was cute.”

Another rosy blush from Lilac and another unpleasant clench of Ethan's stomach. Cute was an absurd way to describe someone like Lilac Allende. It was almost insulting.

“Did you get that thing signed now that you work with him?”

Lilac scrunched her nose. “Kind of?”

This gave Ethan pause. He distinctly remembered signing that book for her on her first day. It was easy for Ethan to recall this since it was the first and only autograph he ever gave.

Lilac's strange response didn't seem to faze her companion. Instead, he grinned down at her with exuberant charm. Ethan almost rolled his eyes.

“I heard a rumor he's here.”

“What? You're hoping he notices you, Burke?”

“You think he will?” the other returned sarcastically. With a flourish, he gestured at his suit. “I wore my Sunday best hoping he would.”

Lilac laughed again. “You haven't changed a bit.”

A devilish smirk appeared on his face, paired with a nonchalant shrug.

“So how did you score an invite to this thing?”

“I actually—”

“She's here with me,” Ethan supplied, effectively making his presence known. “Doctor Allende is the top intern at our hospital and earned an invite.”

Burke's eyes widened comically and he straightened at once. For a wild moment, Ethan wondered if the young doctor would salute him. To everyone's relief, he didn't.

Lilac, for her part, blushed bright red. A small wave of satisfaction rolled in Ethan's stomach. Perhaps he was decent at praising her, too.

“Doctor Ramsey, this is Doctor Noah Burke,” Lilac said. “Noah, this is Doctor Ethan Ramsey.”

The young doctor's grip was firm as they shook hands, despite looking like a fish out of water. It took Burke a few more beats to fully recover, blinking away his surprise. He managed a smile for Ethan, though nowhere near as charming as the one he had cast on Lilac only minutes ago.

“Lilac and I were at med school together,” Burke explained. “She introduced me to your work.”

Lilac sent him a warning look.

“Is that so? Did Doctor Allende know my work extensively back then? Or did she only say that on her first day to kiss up to me?”

Her eyes widened as big as saucers and Ethan resisted the urge to laugh. Mouth slightly agape, as though she couldn't believe her ears, she glanced between the two men. Burke's responding guffaw of laughter should have clued her in on what she was about to endure.

“Believe me, she knew your work like the palm of her hand. She talked about your research like it was gospel,” Burke proclaimed, ignoring Lilac's skewering glare. “I'm talking post-it notes on almost every page of your book and printed stacks of your journal articles. One night, she canceled our date because she was wrapped up in finding an obscure paper you wrote.”

Ethan ignored the way his stomach clenched at the word “date”. Instead, he zeroed in on Lilac's forced smile, looking far too adorable for someone that was silently praying for the ground to devour her. Face almost scarlet now, she avoided his gaze.

“Lilac here is tenacious and when she sets her mind to something, she never gives up. So she found it. It took her weeks but she found it.”

“My undergrad thesis,” Ethan commented, looking at Lilac. She still would not look at him.

“That's the one,” Burke confirmed with a chuckle. “I'm happy she made her dream of working with you come true.”

Burke looked as though he wanted to add more, but a group of young doctors nearby called his name, urging him to join them on the dancefloor. They were a cheery group, bright faced and no doubt intoxicated. Burke waved at them and then turned to Ethan and Lilac with a sheepish smile.

“Duty calls,” he said. “Do you want to join us?”

Ethan opened his mouth, already summoning a polite way to refuse. Lilac, however, beat him to the punch.

“That sounds like fun but we have to head back,” she said. “We have plans.”

The last addition sounded intimate, or perhaps it was Ethan's idiotic, besotted brain. Burke did not appear to find anything strange with that because he nodded and started saying his goodbyes. The young doctor shook Ethan's hand, embraced Lilac, and made his way to his friends.

Once alone, they began walking back into the hotel, a tense silence between them. He noticed the endearing blush still glowed on her face. Ethan chuckled.

“Gospel, huh?”

“Quiet,” she admonished.

More silence.

“You dated that guy?” Ethan asked minutes later when the doors to the elevator opened.

“Yes,” she replied. “Why?”

“I didn't know party frat boy was your type.”

“It's not usually but I like a guy who can make me laugh,” she explained. Then, meeting his eyes in the mirror on the wall, she added, “Plus, I'm a sucker for pretty eyes.”

Ethan's breath hitched quietly.

“Now stop judging me with those eyes of yours or I'll report you for stealing.”

“No one will ever believe you,” he returned without missing a beat.

“You're right. Everyone knows you're too boring and old to swipe a bottle of wine.”

“It's the perfect crime.”

To accentuate that, he effortlessly twirled the bottle in his hand, catching it with ease. Lilac watched with an impressed arched brow. Unable to contain it any longer, she laughed.

Author’s Note: I hope you liked this! I hope to update this every few weeks.

Also, YBF will be back next week! The next two chapters are almost done.

Thank you so much for indulging me on this crazy journey! Love you all!

#open heart #ethan ramsey #ethan x mc #playchoices

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pearldog30 · 1 year

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I've missed this.

So I know, I said I don't write for Graves but. It's bestie's birthday, and this is the only section, and the only time. I will tolerate writing for him, is for bestie's birthday present. so @simonsdoll I hope you enjoy you're surprise birthday present. that I wanted to rip my own eyes out, and chop my hands off, writing this. (Sorry if his character is absolutely butchered. I don't like him, but I tried. because it's besties birthday.) I know it's nothing big. Did I just post this the second it hit midnight yes yes I did.

Philip Graves x Freader

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Other works 👉 Master list

Warnings| sex, praising, SMUT, P&V sex, spanking.

As you walk up to your husband's quarter office, through the barracks. wearing your tight workout leggings, along with a tank top. because he told you to bring down some papers he forgot at y'all's lovely ranch.

As you pass through, you can't help but feel heavy eyes on you. knowing all of the new shadow recruits, and some of the old ones, are staring you down. You know for a fact if Graves was here he'd be LOSING. HIS. SHIT. As you get to the door of his office, you hear yelling. you gently knock before walking in, and as soon as you do, the door swings open. with no other than general Shepherd aka limp shrimp himself. backing up, forming your apologies, to the general. he looks you up, and down, smiling to himself giving you a nod before walking off. leaving you with a weird feeling, you gently walk into your husband's office, and he doesn't notice you. he's too busy looking at papers from a mission that didn't go right. you know he's been stressed about this mission, and the war at hand. so you try not to stress him out.

Not realizing your presence "GET THE FUCK OUT. NOT NOW SHADOW " he screams. not realizing it's you, making you take a step back. "oh, so I'm a shadow now" you can't help but dagger back at him, throwing the papers in his face. Making him freeze in place, looking back up at you "oh darling.. I'm sorry" he says looking back down to his paper, throwing his face in his hands. he still has yet to realize the tight Hot yoga clothes you have on. You can't help but stare at him quietly. You know he's been stressed, but that doesn't give him the right to take it out on you. He breatheds out, and begins with. "Sweetheart. I've just been so stressed, and busy. The gene-..." realizing the hot yoga clothes you have on that compliment your curves and figure so well. making him stop halfway through his sentence.

Leaving his mouth cracked open. "So ahh.. haven't I told you not to wear that stuff around my men" he says sternly. he knows you are a beauty, you can get the attention of any man you want. and in a way he hates it. he doesn't like you distracting his men, or himself, for that matter. "Yeah well... you told me to get your papers in the middle of a yoga class" you spit out at him, annoyed. "Yeah b-" you cut him off before he can say anything else "but what. you needed them here on time, didn't have time to change." you say annoyed.

"well since you're here, I'm about to start lunch break. you want to stay" he says pleading with you, and you can't deny him. so you shake your head agreeing. He gets up from where he was behind the desk, walking over to you, closing the door behind you. you didn't realize it was still wide open. "I thought we were about to get lunch?" You say confused, and he gives you a devilish smirk. "Lunch can wait. I think, I need to teach you a lesson. those men out there were too busy staring at your ass." Feeling your cheeks heat up. "oh" is all you can mustard out to say.

He gently guides you over behind his desk, turning you around so your back is facing him. "babe not now they'll hear us" you say worried. you don't like getting caught, but Graves doesn't seem to mind In this moment. "It's okay love they're about to be sent on a mission anyway" he says, as you can feel his hot breath on your neck. slowly bending you over the desk. Even though you can't see it, you can feel his gaze harden on your ass. You feel him hungerly latch onto your neck. sucking, biting, before he pulls away guiding up to your ear. "You should wear these leggings more often for me at home" he chuckles to himself. before giving you one harsh slap to your ass. Making you squeal out, from the sudden sting.

He continues his attack on your neck. you know there will be bad hickeys there tomorrow, or tonight. but you don't care, you're slowly getting lost in the clouds. quenching your thighs together, trying to relieve some of that tension. you can feel him drag his other hand down in your yoga leggings, to your underwear. "damn so wet for me sweetheart" he whispers in your ear. As he begins to lightly rub your clit. You can't help but moan, from the tension that's finally getting relieved between your legs. From his stressful missions, and not being home much. You haven't had sex in a while, so your cunt has been aching for his touch. you can't help but roll your hips into his hand, wanting to get that blissful high, you've been needing terribly. "Ay, ay, ay.. calm down there. you're not going to cum just yet, I've been needing this too." He says in his Sweet, Southern accent. you tilt your head back so it's resting on his shoulder.

He slowly removes his hand from your soaked panties, sneaking it up your shirt so he's grabbing a handful of your breasts. "tell me what you need"he lightly grunts in your ear. "I- I.. need to be fuck.." you quietly say. "Sorry what was that doll didn't hear you" he says this, knowing you're shy, testing your limits. "I need to be fucked by you please.." you say pleading with him. "All right okay. hell I can't deny you pretty little thing" and for some reason that mixed with his deep, lustful, southern accent, makes your legs tremble. Leaning back up from you. He quickly pushes the papers in front of you off the desk and everything else with it, making a loud noise. he then puts his hand on your back, pushing you down so you're laying flat against the desk. as he removes it so he's using both hands to slowly take off your pants, and underwear. seeing the view of your ass, that he has missed so. so much. making him grown to himself. feeling the erection in his pants get tighter, and tighter, against the fabric of his pants.

Laughing to himself, he gives your ass another harsh smack. making you yelp out, as a red bruise starts to form. Then taking the same hand, using his fingers to spread the dripping wetness from your aching pussy all around. Feeling him take his hand away, making you whimper from the Lost of contact. You hear his lips make a wet pop sound. "Fuck. So.. sooo sweet, God I've missed this taste. I don't know what's sweeter Mama's homemade tea, or your delicious wet pussy" I AM NOT SORRY FOR THAT SENTENCE he says, as you hear him fidgeting with his belt.

"tell me, you want this baby." he says one last time, as he drags his fingers up your slit. "Yesss.." you say begging, can't take his teasing touches anymore. "You're going to have to do better than that" he responds. "Please, please.. sir I need your cock" you cry out. and he chuckles to himself "that's what I like to hear darling" he says. as you can slowly feel him enter his tip. even though you're already soaked, you can feel his precum dripping down your thigh. You can't help but moan out from the sudden stretch. he hasn't took you in so long, you miss this burning, pleasurable, pain. "Aww fuck so tight, so wet, baby" he pants out. as you feel him slowly go in inch, by inch. You feel the palm of his hand, meet the palm of your back again. to keep you flat on the desk, and keep himself steady. as he slowly thrust into you.

Light moans, and the shakiness from the desk, fills the room. Feeling his slow, intimate thrust. your brain begins to fog. Your eyes begin to squeeze shut, your fingers ripping his desk, focusing on the pleasure at hand. With each thrust it gets rougher, faster, hungrier, to reach that stress relieving high. You feel his hand from your lower back removed, and then the feeling of his tactical vest, and his entire upper weight laying against your back. grabbing a fistful of your hair. Pulling your head back, but still keeping you flat against the desk. You moan out, "a.. ahhh fu-ck" from the tight grip he has on your hair. As his other hand grabs your hip tightly, in place. so he can keep at his rough Pace he has going.

"fuckkk babyy... I'm getting close. you're s, so tight." He huffs out. as you feel his thrust getting sloppier. "Plea-see.. you feel so good, don't stop" you reply back. starting to feel that string in your stomach tighten. You feel the weight from your back lift, as he removes his hand from your hair. So now both his hands are on your hips, making him somehow edge deeper into you, resulting in a cry leaving your lips. Your nails beginning to chip the wood of his desk, from how hard your grip is. You hear him beginning to pant out, "Fuck I- I'm really.. really.. so so.. close" he says, as he tilts his head back. his fingernails is so tight in to your skin, enough to almost! make it bleed.

And with his sexy, soft, words. Making your stomach give you that familiar, twitching feeling. As he begins to twitch inside you, hitting your g-spot, just right. you know he's close. You can't help the moans that escape your mouth, as he keeps on hitting that sweet spot. "Come on baby, come on baby, come on baby." Doll I'm looking at you 👀 he repeats over, and over again. and that's what sends you over the edge, Feeling that string in your stomach snap. making you moan even louder from pleasure. the way you tighten, and cum around his cock, that's what makes him lose himself. "Ah fuck! go-od girl. fuck, you feel so good." he groaneds out.

Feeling his heavy hands collapse beside you, catching himself, so he doesn't crush you beneath him. You both lay there for a few minutes, soaking in the post orgasm, catching y'all's breath. Coming down from the blissful high you've been needing. Arching himself back up, slowly pulling out of you. making you whimper, from your overstimulated, oh so sensitive, hole. Feeling his seed begin to leak out, but he's quick to pull your panties up so it stays there. "You did so good for me" he says, as he leans down to put a proper kiss to your cheek. he helps you get back up, and on your feet. he notices you're a little wobbly, making him laugh.

"my darling, you need some help getting back to the car" he can't help but chuckle at you, which results in him getting a good smack to the chest. "No I'll be fine. I'll see you back at the house" you say. as you walk around his desk winking at him. As you're about to reach the door, you hear him clear his throat. "Oh and doll. be safe, love you" he says, as he sits back in his chair. You wink to him, blowing him a kiss. you begin to open the door "love you too, my husband." you say, and then you turn around to be meant with the wide eyes of all the other recruits, they totally weren't listening to what just happened. Making you blush from embarrassment. They all can't help but smile, and smirk at each other. you know this is going to be the new topic around base for the next 2 weeks. so you walk out of there quickly as possible to your car, wanting to go home.

And that's going to be the end for this. (I hope this keeps you away from my men, you slut.) And I hope you enjoy your birthday present. That I so much despised, and didn't want to do. but it's for you, and you deserve something nice that i know you been wanting. Anyways I hope y'all are having a good day/night wherever you are! reblogs, and comments are always appreciated 🖤

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soggypotatoes · 4 months

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woah, a tag game!! it's been years lmao, thanks @allegory-buried for the tag!! you're a beautiful person ^-^

🎉 Have any New Year's Resolutions?

find a cloud that looks like a dragon (AKA, be more mindful of my surroundings and the world - the task itself is to give me a specific goal and gamify it a bit!) also, to paint/draw as many pigeons/doves as possible

🎉 What are you looking forward to next this year?

uni! i really enjoyed my first year of uni last year, and this year i'm picking interesting subjects. i'm also looking forward to throwing myself a bluey themed birthday party, complete with all the fun kids party games!! sometimes you gotta... what's the point of nearing thirty if you can't throw yourself fun kids parties???

🎉 One wish you'll have for the stroke of midnight

lol this is for new years', i just realised. i only just saw the tag lol but i'll keep answering anyway. my wish was that my friends and i could continue to foster our connections to each other and grow closer, and that my loved ones will isolate themselves a little less

🎉 New Year's Traditions

i first hung out with one of my best friends on new years (we'd hung out a bunch prior, but this was the first time we'd hung out just us and became close). my tradition is to spend the night with them (and anyone who joins us, this year my housemate), and we time a song to play an important part at midnight and dance around. this year we played 'i am ken' lmao

🎉 One thing/memory you'll miss from this year

in a weird way.. i'll miss hospital stays? i spent uh.. most of the last 2 years in psychiatric hospitals, with the last long stay being in may last year. i've broken out of the state where i needed to be kept safe for months at a time, but there's something definitely missable in that. i miss where i was in that last stay, where i was better than i'd ever been in hospital, talking with the nurses and the other patients and being somewhere i knew very well. i'm so glad things are better now, but.. it was cozy there.

🎉 One reason you're glad the year is over

i mean, i spent new years the year before in the psych ward and it was a nightmare. i'm glad i've moved past that era of my life, and i'm glad to know i'll never be where i was in early 2023 again.

🎉 Mutuals that made your year

im nervous about tagging people, esp since it's over a week since new years LOL (i would tag if i hadn't seen this 5 days late), please tag me if you post yours cause mutuals i love seeing bits of ur lives on here :)

#ed mumbles

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allamericansbitch · 11 days

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just my food for thought: taylor's approach to promoting ttpd feels very much like big kpop releases (with the street pop-up, doing very limited promotions beforehand but dropping album versions with different names and even having photocards in her album and the album and lead single mv to drop on the same day ) and i understand that it also harks back on the generally short attention span people have with music these days, and saying that i miss her old rollouts doesn't mean she just has to bring them back because i want that, but i also would have loved a bit of a gradual build-up.

i honestly don't mind that the majority of people know who and what that album revolves around, since that is another thing i as one person can't change and i know that doesn't matter to me when i listen to the songs, but i honestly don't look forward to the fact that people will dig through the album for the most scathing lyrics, post them for viral moments, and then move on in a week or two bc then their attention will go to something else. this doesn't even feel like a real 'era' because the era is basically non-existent, which says something when taylor has marketed herself as the queen of album eras. i just wish she'd build on the theme of the album more, make it more of an era and work to make the songs just breathe for a while, you know?

while midnights wasn't my favourite album she ever did i genuinely really liked it (and same on the love for glitch!) for the way she wrote the album and the central theme of it being her contemplating her life, her actions, and her relationships - but all of that got lost in the wash like three months later and we never returned to looking at the album that way. you and the other anon were so spot on in saying that once it got the "heartbreak album" stamp (which ,,, it legit doesn't feel like a heartbreak album to me and still doesn't?), people never really came back to it or to listen to the songs and see anything else in them. i enjoy taylor's music and i like coming back to songs weeks, months, and even years later, as with any artist i listen to, and to see how i feel about them now. but it feels like that is never happening again bc the promo tells the majority of people one thing, they will listen to the album for two weeks except for two stand-out songs that become general faves, and then it's back to engaging with the commodity of the brand taylor swift, which to me feels like defeating the purpose of releasing an album aka a big body of work to stand on its own through time!

i don't know if that makes sense. in any case i love the discussions on your blog. feels like there is an entire different discussion about artists not being perfect humans, not even being likeable sometimes, and these people still releasing art that you as a listener (or watcher etc) will relate to and/or enjoy. i don't have a clear answer how to engage with that or how to look at that but the space and conversations on your blog have definitely made me keep thinking about it though it's something i have been pondering on for most of my adult life.

ah, sorry for this wall of text! i just really, really enjoy the open conversations on your blog and your general view on things. i don't know i feel on friday, but if you just want to discuss songs (if you listened, of course, if not that's also fine, i just enjoy seeing you post) i definitely love doing that even as just one of the anons on here. thank you for always putting your honesty and your love for music forward, sarah, it's why you're one of my favourite people to follow on here. 💜

i just wish the promo for this album made it feel like she was actually excited and proud of the album because right now it doesn’t. she’s not doing anything for it, and if she is, it’s being outsourced to other companies who are the actual ones doing the work (spotify with the library or the lyric messages, or instagram doing the countdown) so it really comes off as like she doesn’t care to put the effort in herself leading up to it.

And the thing about everyone moving on like a week after, you’re so right. it’s obvious a universal issue, everyone’s attention span is getting shorter everyday, but with taylor and swifties… it’s so bad. every release is forgot even days afterwards and the fans ask for another one. fans are speculating that she’s gonna drop rep tv the same day ttpd comes out… like they’ve already anticipated that they’ll move on the same day after getting it so they want more. and i feel like, while it’s impossible for taylor to fix the global attention span issue, i feel like proper promotion would help combat it within the fandom. like her releasing a first single a month or two before the album comes out would build anticipation, but also force people to slow down. here’s a teaser but now you have to wait, teach the fans patience kind of thing.

and that last part made me tear up that’s so sweet to appreciate what i have to say. i’m so happy you enjoy following me. messages like this are the exact reason why i love to have my inbox open and have these amazing, mature, open minded conversations and it sucks im gonna have to close my inbox for a short while when the album comes out but i will definitely post my opinions once i spend some time with it! ily anon thank you 💗✨

#anonymous #answered

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junodoes-builtworlding · 15 days

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Any space lore?

Well ive been thinking about Kess a lot; i think i want it to be a sort of portaling event in the larger Zeros-Wbing Canon;- lemme grab the neocities link rq

(ive also posted this article verbatim on this blog!)

I think i want the "Star People" to be a sort of missing link between timelines that the Wasteland/New Millennium connects. With that in find; Kess is (in the more fantastical "deep lore") the "10th house of the Sun" (Horus) aka "Midnight". Playing on the vibes of Sakaar in the Thor Ragnarok movie, basically; but tying this to the stuff ive written about Egyptian Gods into my lores :3

For sci fi flavor; [Re] is the "Meta-Chorus" Element (it can be used to create Strand-to-Chorus interfaces; for Destiny Headcanoners (Alkahest!)) {Conlangers Note: [Re] is Sol-Rel-Sol reference} -[GRIMOIRE]

Building on this; Kess is a "Gateway"; thus, he can be Seth, in my old homestuck lore Seth is a "Seer of Doom". The Land of Black and White; and thus, a counterpart to Janus! -Maggie the Archivist

The Spurned are the Spirits left behind by those caught in Horus' fevor; this is the wisdom of the Throne; and thus is as useful as it is dangerous. -M0therV0X

Traders beware when sailing the Mother River; for in the thousand years hence the New Millennium began, it has shifted course greatly. Cairo is buried and forgotten; born anew time again. Perhaps i will have a map to show soon... -Guin

#:3 #worldbuilding #new millennium #kess #juno.txt #juno steel #juno speaks #junoverse #juno temple #venus #ceres #5th house #zodiac #asteroid

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jokerownsmysoul · 1 year

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midnight, the stars and you

Summary: the strike of midnight in between the last moments of the past year & the first moments of the new one lived with arthur. aka, a slice of your first new year’s eve together.

Warnings: smut.

Words: 5300

Notes: this was born as a drabble written in haste at 4 am but I got carried away a bit. very funny of me to post an unplanned new year's eve piece before the much planned Christmas ones I've been working on, but my writing flow works in mysterious ways. I wish you all a wonderful start of the year and a more wonderful unfurling, I hope that it'll be kinder and gentler with your hearts and will keep you away from any kind of hurting. 🤎

It’s nice to think that this is the first written piece of the year; I’m looking forward to a year full of creation, writing and arthing, and the many emotions along with it. 🤎

The roaring sounds of fireworks was almost overlapping the regular noises of the city, which gave no chance of respite even on New Year’s Eve. Muffled to the point of being nearly hard to define, Gotham was covered by cheerfulness.

They looked beautiful as they shone in the starry winter sky, sprinkling its navy mantle with confetti of various colors and illuminating the skyscrapers of Gotham to the darkest, farthest peaks of the horizon as they darted downhill on the streets like shooting stars.

Yet, your eyes could not stop falling on Arthur. The fireworks looked a lot more beautiful when reflected visibly in the green of his dreamy eyes, tinging his skin of different shades on the way. They granted to the apples of his cheek the resemblance of a painter's palette flecked with different splashes of colors.

It had been Arthur’s idea to reach the fire escape and watch the midnight fireworks after a cozy evening indoors. He’d grabbed the warmest and softest cardigan he managed to find in his closet to keep you warm as soon as the first shades of fires flashed into the living room through the windows stripped bare by the curtains, shielding your arms left bare by your dress from the snowy cold while pecks of flurries flecked the streets below in white. On a last thought you grabbed also the radio you would otherwise keep on the edge of the bathtub, already tuned on the Gotham City New Year’s Eve GCR local station where the countdown to the strike of midnight would start soon, and together moved outside on the fire escape; your personal made-up romantic balcony.

Beyond the fire escape, behind you, you’ve given your evening celebration a different touch once the fireworks started, the Gotham city’s way to say goodbye to the past year and greet the new one with flying sparkles and flames. The champagne flutes to toast at the strike of midnight were ready, resting on the coffee table in front of the couch next to the dinner glasses, the red lipstick mark signing the edge of yours distinguishable from his, and the candles scattered all over the room, never missed in your celebrations, fluttered in the night.

It was easy for Arthur to get lost in these moments of earthly wonder and let his mind flow into his fantasies. Moments like these that showed the enchantment of the city, that prooved that something magical was possible to find in the continuous mundanity of the world, unleashed his nature of the dreamer; not only because he got to live these moments while appeared possible to him, but because he shared them with you.

Your gaze lingered on Arthur, on his curls caught in the light and on his eyes completely transfixed on the fires. His youthful enjoyment boosted him to lean over, forearms perched on the railing while a cigarette hung from his middle and forefinger, its embers standing out in the night almost as much as the fireworks above your heads did, and definitely more adept at catching your attention.

Arthur brought the tiny firework he held in his hand to his mouth. His lips squeezed between the stick, then a sucking, your belly trembling at this sight that triggered your desire to take over his lips and a second later there was a cloud of smoke puffed upwards to reach the others in the sky, larger and louder, imposing and out of reach. He watched the fires through the thick smoke circling around his face, not letting it be a distraction.

You loved the way he payed attention to things. Not only with the things he cared about, not only with you, not only with people he was careful not to hurt – Arthur took seriously the knowledge of how important it was to keep his attention always vigilant about anything that mattered. Even now you could see that as he enjoyed the fireworks and didn’t avert his eyes from them once. You wondered what he was thinking, yet a part of you didn’t need to ask to know.

You recognized his eyes lost in the rapture of the flaming skyline, and the pad of his middle finger was tracing the curve of his lower lip, a familiar gesture that used to give away the extent of his full immersion in his fantasies or thoughts.

When Arthur finally turned to you and caught you looking at him already, he smiled. “Do you have any New Year’s resolutions?”

His question struck with you, but wasn’t unexpected at all. You shrunk in yourself, clutching his cardigan to your chest and to your heart from both sides. It smelled like him. You squeezed it even tigther, to get as many whiffs of him as you could.

There had been a time when New Year’s resolutions were punctually made, and punctually failed – which frankly, was part of the fun. There had been a time when making resolutions encouraged you in the spirit. But then followed also a time when you stopped believing in it, when you thought better things could never occur; you’d made yourself believe that it was all for nothing, even celebrating. The time that had lasted the longest.

But meeting Arthur had inspired you back to life again. To have dreams, aspirations, something that ignited the soul of desire and hunger to grab life with bare hands. Falling in love with him had allowed you to live the greatest desire of all and see it finally fulfilled after years of longing: to be in love, to find your twin flame. Arthur’s infectious nature of the dreamer and, above all, the certainty of how right you were, how happy and safe he made you feel, had stilled into you the craving for new wishes you wanted him to be a part of. It felt as though Arthur was the serenity that the universe had wanted to gift to you after so much endurance.

You thought about how happy you were to wake up and go to bed with Arthur every day. Simple moments of mundanity that marked and conditioned everything: your day, your mood, your life, your happiness. To start and then to end each day with Arthur was a blissful gift, some favorite moments of the day. You would’ve liked to start and then to end the year to come with him, too. To make of your whole life a simple moment of mundanity shared with him sounded like the kind of life you’ve always wanted, the apotheosis of happiness.

“Umh... I think my only new year’s resolutions is to start and end this year with you, and to be able to tell you again on every New year’s eve to come. Wait, the second, is to love you very hard.” You told yourself these were the only resolutions you wouldn’t have failed that you’d ever made. You didn’t know how much of resolutions they were though. More than resolutions, those were declarations of love. But you didn’t mind. It sounded much better that way.

Happiness took over his dimples when he smiled at you, hollowed the creases around his eyes. A smile that made his eyes shine bright with promises and vows more than any other firework was able to do. “I like your resolutions,” he commented sweetly.

The transfixing-by-fireworks look you’ve seen in him was easy to mirror when you gaped at Arthur, and you grew transfixed by him. “What are yours?”

His answer was ready, perching already at the tip of his tongue. “They used to be always the same. To keep trying. To do better… to become someone worthy of finding my one and only person.” He swallowed, and threw away the cigarette butt; melancholia of the things that had been tucked itself in the lump of his throath as he continued. “They still are... but now I feel happy with you and I like my life a little more. And when you first told me you loved me, I thought maybe I didn’t have to become more than myself to find love.”

You scooped closer and nestled his bicep, hugging him fondly and tight around his middle, hoping that all your love would seep inside him. You pecked his shoulder and nodded as you rested your cheek there, letting him now that you were present in his feelings, meeting him in a place of trust that was made of attentive listening and understanding. There was a peculiar exhale through his chest that told you he had more to add.

“But there’s just one small thing I still want.”

You tilted your head up lightly, just enough to read his expression. “What do you want?”

“A spotlight,” he confessed.

“A spotlight?”

“Yes. A spotlight. I'm not sure what kind.” He ducked his chin, the squishy skin on its underside starting to crinkle in that endearing way that used to give you always butterflies. “It’s silly, I know.”

“I don’t think it’s silly. I think it’s brave.” You held him tighter as a firework burst into the sky. You both turned toward it in tandem, observing its fiery ascend upon Gotham in a silence that spoke of many things that for the two of you were easy to understand. You stayed there for a few heartbeats. This silence, too, was a important part of your conversation. “I’ll help you get this spotlight if you want me to.” You let it float into the open, just to let him know that you would support anything he wished for. His arm drifting over and then squeezing yours was his most sincere answer, telling you he really did want to.

You enjoyed this moment together, focused only on the padded voice of the reporter coming from the radio that you’ve put on one of the step of the fire escape, close enough to outline what the reporter would say without interfering. His voice was growing high-pitched and stilled with increase excitement, and the fireworks were picking up the pace, clue that midnight was very close. Before midnight struck there was something else you wanted, after all.

“Can I ask for a last wish?” Your voice was a sudden sound that went to blend with all the others around you.

Arthur turned to you, willing alertness to whatever your request would be. “What is it?”

You bit your lip. “Can you kiss me at midnight?”

Even with the fireworks tinging his features you could distinguish the familiar blush on his cheeks as he giggled softly. “I'll kiss you at midnight, darling. Any time of the new year you want.”

You grinned at him. You knew a romantic at heart like him would’ve appreciated the gesture. You both were romantic at heart; it was nice to know that each of you had the other to share and experience your wishes with, as cheesy as they could be. It felt as though your hearts were tuned on the same radio station talking about romance and love languages.

Then the fireworks stopped. It was a brief, customary moment that lasted only a few seconds, if only to mark the passage from one year to another. Silence settled upon Gotham all of a sudden, a sense of suspence despite some distant, typical noises of the city came back again audible. Everyone was waiting for the new year. As on time, you heard the repoter from the radio starting to count down and encourage the listeners to follow along.

10, 9, 8, 7…

You locked your eyes into one another as the numbers went by. You spent the last moment of the year focused on each other’s features and the love pooling from this exchange of glances. Your minds were flipping through every page of the wonderful story you’ve written together over this year coming to an end, loving every little word, grateful for every chapter.

3, 2, 1...

The fireworks broke through as suddenly as they have left once the countodown came to an end, yet this time looked and sounded much bigger and louder, more imposing than the ones you’ve seen so far.

“Happy n–”

Arthur didn’t give you any more time. He drew you into him in a flourish and captured your lips in a passional kiss, looping an arm around your waist and cupping your cheek with the other hand to pull you close. It was a kiss worthy of a black and white movie; those kisses visibly overwhelming and with not-held back abandon, with mouth pressed eagerly against another mouth, as if the lovers were taking each other somewhere very far away. Yours felt even better.

“… New Year,” you completed in a after-kiss daze when he pulled away. You smiled at each other. The reporter continued to talk, but this time neither of you wanted to pay attention.

“Happy new year.”

You brought your hand to his chest clad in a gray sweater, caressing a line along his front. He was looking so beautiful, with chestnut locks falling along his cheeks caught by tiny flurries, and a twinkle in his eyes that rather belonging to the reflections of fireworks belonged to the joy you were sharing. A giggle lifted the corners of your mouth as you noted the lapels of his shirt collar tucked purposefully underneath the sweater. You loved him and his little quirks so much. You took a mental note to leave a red lipstick mark in one of them later... or in both. “It's nice to start things with you, and to know you'll be there when they will come to an end,” you told him. “You’re the beginning of everything to me.”

He hugged you close, his chin grazing your temple like when you danced as your arms drifted around to clasp his shoulder blazes. His eyes fluttered closed as your words reached his heart, soothing every itch of the past not yet healed. Before you, he didn’t even know if he had a life at all. It’d started with you. “I love you too, y/n.”

Your embrace lasted until you remembered about the flutes on the coffe table. You withdrew as on a mission. “We need to toast. Hold on.”

He watched your back with anticipation as you walked back inside. You reached the kitchen to grab the bottle opener, then returned to the living room where you filled both flutes with a few inches of champagne and went back to Arthur right after. Fireworks had again caught his attention. You found place by his side and handed him one of the flutes.

“What do you want to toast to?” You asked, flutes ready to sing against one another.

His anwer came quickly. “To us.”

You nodded with a smile. “To us. And to spotlights.”

You let your flutes collide against one another and took a sip together, then another one. The night was getting colder, a blanket of flurries was descending slowly through the wake of fireworks, but you decided to stay a while longer; fireworks didn’t occur very frequently in the city, and it was important for you that Arthur enjoyed them till he could. You put both flutes on the windowsill and leaned on the railing by his side. One of his arm looped around your back while you rested your head on his shoulder. You snuggled into each other to shield from the cold and turned towards the skyline together, and together, you watched the fireworks wonders highlight the brightness of the flurries in the sky, tinging them red, green, orange, their sparks mixing with the flakes of snow as they covered the streets. The multicolored fog the fireworks left across the horizon would already begin to vanish as soon as another one would pop. It looked almost like a dance above ground; maybe that’s also what Arthur saw in them.

You stayed like this for awhile until you felt Arthur start shivering against you. “Are you cold?” You worried.

“A little bit.”

You waisted no time and slid the cardigan off your shoulders. The chill of the night hit your bare skin like a knife, the kind one that made you crave to be under the covers intertwined with Arthur. You ignored it and put the cardigan over his back instead.

He tried to oppose, an attempt that failed while he loosened in your care and ended in a flustered chuckle. “I gave this to you. You must be freezing.”

“And now I give it to you.” Your hand drifted to the collar of his shirt to let it fit more snuggly. His skin was cold at the touch. “We need to get you a flannel shirt to wear beneath this sweater.”

He chuckled. “I don’t mind this one.”

You rubbed your hands across his back to warm him up. You worked to keep him as warm as you possibly could until you figured it was time to go back inside. You took with you the radio and the flutes, closed the windows for the night, and a minute later you were warm and safe in your home. A slow song came up on the local station a few minutes later, with the repoter wishing a happy new year and saying goodnight, thank you for staying here with us, before the first notes started playing.

Arthur didn’t let this opportunity fly away. He reached for your hand to pull you close for a brief dance, his request implied in how his arm was outstreched towards you and in the peculiar twinkle his eyes held only when there was music. It was impossible to resist him. Your eyes sparkled with excitment when you took his hand and let him drew you in, hands going to land in familiar places of each other before he begun to rock you gently in his arms. The pace he followed was slow and lazy, as though he wanted this to feel a lot like cuddling now that you were about to settle in for the night.

Now back inside and heated by each other’s embrace, you were starting to feel warm again. His hold was comfortable around you. The orchestra was lulling every sway or light shift of his feet when a thought dawned on you, one that made you smile to yourself and therefore wanted to share with him. “You know what they say?”

He shook his head from left to right. “What do they say?”

“If you dance on New Year’s Eve, you dance all year long.”

He puffed a snort, the sweetest you could hear. “That would be nice. We can make it happen. Ehy, it can be our shared new year’s resolution.”

You gave him a toothy grin as you tried to tame the swelling of your heart. “I love this idea. There’s no one I would rather dance with other than you.” You squeezed your arms tighter around him, giving in to the cozy bliss his closeness gave you. The fabric of his gray sweater underneath the palm of your hand, his loving eyes as he looked at you, how safe he made you feel when his body was secured to yours so protectively with confidence.

Arthur made you twirl three times.

The first, delicately, to get you used to the rhythm he wanted to follow. The second, passionately, to crash his lips to yours in a very old-fashioned demeanor once the twirl made you land on his chest. The third, eagerly, to pull your body flush against him.

Every part of your body became aware of his. Your breast found itself sensitive to the warm nearness of his chest as it brushed against your nipples through the light material of your dress, leading to stiffen whenever he twisted in the right angle. Your breath itched in unison when you pressed yourself to his crotch and kept on dancing so knotted together. Your minds started to get hazy as you focused more on what your closeness felt like rather than on keeping a steady pace.

Even dance with Arthur felt like a foreplay. Especially dance.

When your eyes fell on the lapels of his shirt, you remembered the promise you’ve made to yourself a few minutes prior. Bringing your mouth to the right white lapel, you pressed your lips to it prolongingly, to make sure the lipstick mark left behind would depict neatly your lip texture and no one else’s. “I don’t mind this shirt either,” you whispered, pecking the side of his neck before breaking away.

Arthur looked visibly flustered. His breath stalled in his chest. You adored to make him feel so loved, how he let it show. You lifted up and connected your lips to his, cupping tenderly his cheeks. You planted a tender, chaste kiss on his lips before your mouth nudged and pecked the scar of his upper lip. You relished in the scruff below his nose scratching the smoothness of your lips when you reached that area to kiss him there. When his eyes fluttered shut lost in your affection and dancing, you leaned on to peck his eyelids, too. It made him giggle in surprise and open his eyes back to you.

You watched him watching you, and he watched you watching him. The rhythm of your rocking was changing, becoming slower, each back and forth dragged out as you got lost in each other’s gaze. Soft unspoken things floated between you. You wanted to show him how much you wanted him, how much you craved for him; all evidences of how much you loved everything about him, from the most wonderful quality to the little quirks only you knew. You halted your rocking halfway through the song only to grab his hand and guide him timidly towards the bedroom, blowing out all the candles on your way and exchanging knowing smiles of connectedness. Anticipation guided each of your steps while his fingers clutched between yours, his mind spinning for what you had in store for him.

Once the lights were off, you hoped to tell him how your measure of time now was before and after him, with or without him. Maybe that was the reason why time with him stopped flowing by, and with the same force rushed by all the same, making you feel like you were rotating around every never ending circle of the ancient web in the arrow of time, without any traces of an ending.

You wanted to undress him, and he let you. You undressed him slowly in the penumbra, caressing with tenderness every part of his body as it went exposed to your touch and your gaze, folding his clothes with care on the bed bench at the foot of the bed at your left. You didn’t want to rush things tonight. His bare body unfolding before you article by article, ready to be loved on, felt like the prayer you uttered under your breath every night before you knew him; those lonely nights when you longed for some arms to hold you, for a gentle smile to reassure you, for a soul to love with ardor.

You stripped him bare from any clothes until he was standing naked in front of you, enlightened by the glow of the street lamps below and of the hues set afire by fireworks. A map of sinews and muscles caught in the light meant only for your mouth and your hands. You couldn’t still quite believe that someone like him, that Arthur, loved you back. To meet the person who seemed to be meant for you wasn’t as hard as people may thing, oftentimes. The very fortune was, once you met them, that they loved you back. You felt so blessed that he did. You still thanked him for it quite often. Sometimes openly, sometimes in silence as you watched him simply exist next to you.

His look was welcoming as he gave himself to you. You drew yourself closer, nestling your face in the warm curve of his neck. Your nose nudged the tendon there, breathing in his scent as if it was the only thing managing to keep you alive, and somehow it was. His soft meowling weakened your heart when you let your nose skim along it as you moved upward to lick his earlobe.

Your hands brushed along his sides, halting when you reached his love handles that you held carefully in the palm of your hands. You held him close in an embrace. “You’re my wish that came true.” Your breath fell hot in the spot below his ear as you whispered love to him, your voice gravelly born from a love confession that couldn’t wait any longer.

Then you kissed him, swallowing his answer that you knew was love, too. You didn’t bother to hide the craving for him. Cupping both of his cheeks, your lips parted to one another as you licked the soft hum falling from his mouth. Your tongue was missing the taste of him, and your heart felt heavy of all of those feelings it held for him, of all those things you hoped to tell him in this way that didn’t require any words.

You pulled him backward to lay him down on the mattress as you deepened the kiss and straddled him to settle on top. You let him watch you while you peeled yourself off your dress and underwear above him, to tell him that every part of you was his to see as well as to touch. Fireworks caught the peak of your nipples when you unclasped your bra and tossed it aside, its curve on the underside overshadowed by the nightlight. Heavy exhales filled his chest when your breasts appeared bare before his gaze, outstretching his tummy with desire.

You leaned over to kiss him. He moaned in your mouth when your breasts squeezed against his bare chest and your hand drifted low. You took hold of his hardening cock, and watched him while you stroked his lenght until you felt him writhe in your hand and beneath you. You relished in the feeling of fullness of his cock growing harder and slippery in your fingers as they fluttered around him, the sensitivity of the head when your pads scanned its outline or the vein across the underside visibly swollen; all ways of his body responding when you loved him like this, knowing that every expression and reaction was for you.

You crawled down across his body to the foot of the bed to reach him where his needs were leading you. You smooched the red tip sweetly before you buried your face in the private nook on the underside of his cock, nudging with your nose the crease found at the base. You lapped the drooping skin of his most sensitive area below it, playing with swipes of your tongue and the grazing of your teeth while your hand continued to caress along his shaft. The salty taste of his skin was addicting. His unrestrained moans triggered yor hunger, hard to contain when every intimate part of him was beneath your ministrations and throughoutly cared for. You evoked a sudden twitch when your mouth wrapped yet again around the velvety area and pulled away with a sucked-in pop. You’ve never met someone who made you want to love like this, so down to the flesh without shying away, open to feel any carnal desire he made you feel, giving in to any taste and any impulse never had before.

You stopped before you would feel the familiar evidence that he was coming undone and moved back up to him again. You laid a gentle caress on one of his cheek and let your arms drift down to brush across the dark hairs on his chest as your eyes met. You stared into each other’s eyes while you sunk down on him with ease and a broken whimper as he gasped in delight. Your hands latched the top of his shoulders for grounding before your hips started rolling around him, then up and down along him, to make him feel good from any angle and any pace you managed to keep.

A symphony of moans filled the bedroom as you made love to him in the night, intertwining each other through arches of your back and the continuous seeking of his hands across your sides and over your back. Its notes where at the highest pitch when Arthur grabbed your hips, making you roll over to land on the soft mattress so that he could lay atop you.

You smiled at each other when his face appeared above you, all around you. You loved the way he looked whenever he was on top of you. His silhouette was darkened by semidarkness but its outline standing out from the background was neatly recognizable, being revealed to you openly only whenever a firework burst from the window and enlightened his features through splashes of light. But you didn’t need light to recognize them – to recognize him. Your hands would’ve always recognized him in the dark, would’ve always know where to go to touch him. Even in the dark, you would know how he laid next to you.

You hoped to tell him the extent of how much he ignited you into fireworks when you felt him seathe and unsheathe himself in and out of you. You pulled his face close and kissed his sweaty forehead, nestling his face as a white-hot throb took over, turning everything into a distant blur while his face guided the path for you to come back on earth but always without leaving his embrace.

Fireworks were still darting in the night when his orgasm sprung into melody from his throath. You wondered if rather than cushioning them, your melodies of pleasure were enriching them in to a song made of sparks and craving; all things of what it felt like to love him.

You stayed in this cosy shelter made of sweat and warmth through the night, protecting each other’s pleasures long after you came down back on earth together, never pulling away.

Late at night had gone by when fireworks gradually ended. When they left, on their way to go they encountered Arthur’s back laying on the mattress as he held you close to his heartbeat. Your fingertips were tracing patterns of affection on his chest as he stroked your hair and his heartbeat lulled you. You enjoyed the last fireworks beyond the windows holding each other close in warmth and joy, already missing their lightning and looking forward to see more of them on the next new year’ eve as soon as the last one broke through, ending this dance of colors and flames with a majestic roar and a loud sound of farewell. A kind of festive silence coating your apartment marked the thrilling unexpectdeness of a new beginning. There had been a time when you would’ve been nervous about it, but now with Arthur by your side and his heartbeat under your skin, it was impossible to be.

It made sense to celebrate the arrival of a new year with Arthur. Time for you didn’t exist the same way it did for others. Things with Arthur had a beginning, but never an end. You managed to go beyond it together. Arthur would always be the beginning of everything, even the finite realities.

No matter what the year had in store for you, you knew you’d experience anything always together. No matter what kind of spotlight Arthur would have found out to desire, you would have supported his dream and continued to illuminate him with the spotlight of your love, casting a light of healing and self acceptance from any corner of your soul to any part of his own, a stage where he was going to shine forevermore just like he shone at the center of your heart.

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#I don't even get that much excited for new year's eve tbh. but I do get excited for arthur so it makes sense #oooffff i hope it's not too modern-ish but we eat self indulgent pieces for breakfast today #arthur fleck x reader #arthur fleck x y/n #arthur fleck x you

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