#dangerous fellows fanfic
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zombie infested romantic walk with lawrence
mainly fluff and comedy tbh, however tw for mentions of death in a joke.
it was a casual monday evening, and you wanted to stretch your legs for a bit. so you ask lawrence if he wants to go on a stroll, march, prowl, promenade, hot girl walk, whatever he wishes to call it, you just want out of the house.
"promenade? are you bored enough to start reading the dictionary?" he asks, turning to you in his spinny desk chair.
you correct him and say you've been reading the thesaurus. which he rolls his eyes at in an amused fashion.
"ok, ok, sure. i'm almost finished writing the meal plan for this week anyways."
he gets up and pushes the chair in, before putting on the jacket you hate so much with its horrible orange color. you just slide on your shoes and reach your hand out for him to take.
he grabs both it and the safety kit as you both head out the door. you both bask in the setting sun like vitamin d deprived dogs. it was comfortable out, a nice breeze ruffling your lovers hair.
it feels so nice to just be you and him, the zombies don't count as people. they are simply background noise to the day. this has become your normal. dare you even say you are no longer surviving, but instead, thriving. life has never been better for you both, even if you do still mourn the ones you've lost (which you are alone in.)
lawrence points to an old drug store, that looks free of zombies. "do you want to do some shopping?"
"oh but, i don't know if i can afford it right now. everything is so expensive anymore!" you say jokingly, which goes right over his head.
he tilts his head like a puppy, smiling gently with his eyebrows knit together. "but... its free. we liv-"
"i'm going to steal it all." you threaten.
well now he looks concerned. "i mean really its foraging because we don't really have anyone to pay, let alone an economy to-"
"lawrence i'm so excited to steal all the lipgloss. all. the. gloss." you continue, which makes him catch onto the joke.
"well, the only thing you stole so far was, my heart." lawrence said, with an goofy grin. he wasn't good at this, but it made you love him more.
you both walked inside, picking up items and pretending as if times were normal. trying on those cheap sun glasses, lawrence picking you out a really sweet card, picking out nail polish for each other, lawrence putting an annoying toy on the top shelf so you can't reach it. you know. zombie date things.
you two reach the lip product area, and you pick up an shade of bright pink lip gloss. you turn to lawrence and say, "you know. scharlette did look drop dead gorgeous in this color."
which makes lawrence laugh so hard he has to sit down. yandere humor is typically a big hit or miss with him. this time it was an home run though.
when he collects himself he picks up an pastel pink tinted lip stick. "when i was young, i'd play with my mothers make up. i don't know why, i guess i wanted to be pretty." he says with an shrug.
you are pocketing different shiny glosses and just say, "yeah no, i can see that for you." and simply nothing more, which gives him an mini crisis before he notices hello kitty bandaids near by.
he stocks them in the safety kit, which now held: a knife, rubbing alcohol, some snacks, a note lawrence left you about how to clean a wound that was oddly lovey dovey, a lighter, plenty of water, and now cute bandaids. "lets head home before it gets too dark." he suggests, packing it up carefully.
you poke his cheek and smirk, "oh, is it grandpa hours? time to sleep the second the sun sets?" you ask, before he kisses your cheek.
"is it so bad to want to cuddle up next to my partner?" lawrence asked with a playful huff.
you blankly look at him. "you're just tired of holding the bag, huh?"
he looks away. "...no." so yes. you grab it as you two walk home.
the zombies are just background music to you two wandering back home. life may not be normal, but you both found a love that doesn't require a normal life. it's perfect just the way it is.
#i head canon that lawrence is neurodivergent#why?#shhhhh#bc i am#and he has the vibes#dangerous fellows fanfic#dangerous fellows x reader#dangerous fellows#lawrence dangerous fellows#dangerous fellows lawrence
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wow.
how long has it been since i've posted. who even knows if the dfel community has finally evaporated..?
but regardless I JUST POSTED A FIC ON WATTPAD!!!!!
this is my first work in a while so i might be a little rusty and might be kind of rushed because i wrote it in a day 😁
but PLEASE READ AND ILL TRY TO UPDATE MORE AND KEEP THE DFEL COMMUNITY GOING
#dangerous fellows#dfel#wattpad#dangerousfellows#dfel ethan#dfel harry#dangerous fellows ethan#dangerous fellows zion#fanfic#otome#otome game#no longer on hiatus#dangerous fellows lawerence#dfel lawrence#ethanxreader#ethan
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Memory Number 9 Thoughts of Lost Minds
Mc: (Ever since Lawrence went to the safe zone I've felt lonely, but to think that Lawrence... Recently when I was looking out the second-floor window I saw Ethan or well what's left of him, I couldn't help it relieved to see him alive. i knew he was nothing more than a zombie, a being that is neither alive nor dead, but he still had faith that there would be a cure to save him soon. Still, he knew that if Lawrence saw him he would kill him, So I decided to do nothing. I mean what could I do? If somehow get close to him, will he kill me or turn me into a zombie like him, I just prayed that Lawrence would never see him.
Every day was the same, I barely managed in the most discouraging way and with less desire to live every second, get out of bed, and eat whatever I didn't have to cook, eating ramen noodles, raw, had become a habit. Once every two days I went up to the roof to take care of the plants, I knew that even if I managed to make them grow well I would never taste them, or at least I hoped that I only did it so as not to go crazy without doing anything or talking to anyone.
I didn't want to accept it under any circumstances, but deep down I knew, that if Lawrence didn't come back, I would die, not because I can't take care of myself, but because I could bear to lose the only person I have left in this world. Without Lawrence I won't live, these thoughts would kill me, they run through my mind" what do I do if he doesn't come back "I just denied it, but I knew the answer, I knew the answer immediately the moment crossed the schoolyard.
A month passed and Lawrence did not come back, I was worried, I thought he had died, I considered running away from school to look for him, but he told me not to go out unless 2 months had passed. I still got out of school, it wasn't easy, I made it, I had no intention of dropping out, I think I just wanted to avoid going crazy, doing nothing but watering plants. It was difficult not to go into despair, I was already bored, I just went out to look for something to do or feel deep down, I just wanted to feel that I could die at any moment.
There was nothing around the school anymore, it wasn't worth looking any further.
I only went out and maybe I just did it to feel that I was alive, even when the zombies approached me and I realized that I was hiding, that I was doing everything possible to survive. I realized that I wanted to live deep inside of me, even unconsciously, would I be able to kill myself even knowing that this was my fault, that the death of all my companions was nothing but my fault?
I didn't want to die, you could call me a coward and maybe you'd be right, I shouldn't be alive or trying to stay alive, still, I can't help wanting to be alive. Even if I'm going to have to have death breathing down my neck for the rest of my life, I'm going to survive.
At this point I just want to survive, the only thing waiting for me to do is stay in this Castle that he built, for me, I will stay here waiting, like the princess who only hopes that her prince will rescue her. I'm not useless either, I try to do things, but every day that passes I feel more alone, I feel that madness irremediably takes over my being.)
2 months passed slowly and quickly slow for MC and fast for Lawrence
He was working with the army trying to develop strategies against the zombies, so the entire infected population near the safe zone was eliminated without major complications, earning the respect of the general and several ministers. Due to his age, they did not formally give him very important positions, but if he carried out actions that would correspond to a high command without complaining, getting a small apartment in just 2 months in the only area that was habitable in the city.
Lawrence: (no matter where I am, people are the same everywhere, idiots, sometimes I wonder what makes others so different from me? Why do they seem such idiots in comparison? They get so carried away by her emotions, I didn't understand it until I met her, from my reaction you could say that from the view of others I am much more impulsive and sentimental than others, most of the time it's like I don't have emotions, but when I did I protested in the most violent way possible.
Considering that I can understand that my love can be dangerous, what can I do if I love more intensely than others? It's also not like I wanted to kill them from the beginning, it's just that they were a constant obstacle to being with her, stealing her attention, kindness, and love from her.
I remember how I look at idiot Ethan with a different affection and worst of all, much more intense than the one you had for me. The others were just brats that would waste the air around you, he had to eliminate them.
I don't regret what I did, but I would like to know if I hadn't done everything I did.
Would you love me more? Your actions show me submission to me, not love, I want her love from her, I want her to love me like I do, that she wants me as I wanted her. She that she dreams of me like she does every night, I want her to be her dreams, not her nightmares. I would do whatever it takes to make you forget them and only remember me, if I could turn back time I would have killed them before you knew them and I would go for you, so he would love me the same way if he had known you were alive...
Time is cruel and does not stop or go back for a second, I can only move forward and pave our way. To prevent others from getting in the way again, I will make our future so bright that it overshadows what you consider to be bad memories.
Getting a high position with my intelligence was easy, but it took time me now I'll just go for you, it's not long before our bright future begins)
#dangerous fellows#fanfic#lawrence dangerous fellows#estocolmo#otome fandom#lovesick#survival#lucydream
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Hello! I really enjoy the last post you wrote involving the alternative outcome of Villain!Miguel x Hero![Reader]. I have another fun idea and it may be a little META.
Since there are a ton of Spider-Man 2099/Miguel O’Hara fics circulating around the internet…
How about a request with Spider!Fem![Reader] who secretly reads fanfics and smut fics she found from different universes in the multiverse? Let's say the [Reader] was reading fics involving her boss and the leader of the Spider Society, Miguel O’Hara since she is completely DOWN BAD for him. Then one day, she’s reading some smut involving Miguel and he catches her doing so.
He’ll probably tease her about it and things would escalate to something hot and spicy between the two Spiders.
- @club-danger-zone
*Looks around* Shall we break some cannon events? RIP SORRY FOR BEING CRINGE BUT LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOO
Warning: Minors DNI, Smut, teasing, size kink, dirty talk
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This was getting bad. You needed to learn some self control. You kept telling yourself that, but it was difficult. You had a big problem that involved your fellow Spider, the boss man, the big bad leader of the Spider Society: Miguel O'Hara.
You were head over heels for the man. He was the definition of FINE. Honestly, you never even knew that such a Spiderman existed. You, yourself, was a Spider-Woman. Like everyone else, you had your story and your life. The only thing you didn't have compared to the others was a person who loved you.
No Mary-Jane.
No Gwen Stacy.
Hell, no Peter Parker.
You were your own variant. It frustrated you. So, when Miguel brought you along to the Spider Society, you ended up simping hard for him. You had so many wet dreams about him. So many nights with whatever sex toy you had in your closet. It was getting really bad. You needed to get laid or find something to entertain you.
"Heeeeey, (Y/N), guess what I stumbled upon," Lyla appeared before you.
You had just entered one of the guest rooms that some of the Spiders used to crash for the night. You turned towards the AI, taking off your suit.
"That you found or Miguel?"
"Me! Miguel would probably shut this down if he found out," Lyla said with a grin, sending you something.
You were suspicious, but checked your mail anyway. You were very close to Miguel, in his inner circle, so you had access to Lyla. A sharp gasp escaped your lips as you saw the file before you. Lyla just appeared before with with a confident grin.
"That word doesn't have a real Spiderman. Apparently the Miguel there is in a movie. Soooooo, there are soooooo many stories involving him. You're going to enjoy the smut~"
"I-I can't," You said as you opened the first website, "You are a horrible influence. I will not read these!"
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"Oh my god, keep going," You whispered as you clicked on the next chapter.
Your cheeks were bright red as a wide smile engulfed your face. You were enjoying all of this smut far more than you would like to admit. Hell, it made those dreams of yours even more vivid. While it did not help with your raging crush, it did get your mind off of currently wanting to fuck your boss.
"Yes!" You squealed in joy.
"Someone is in good mood." Miguel said as he walked by, "You've been focused on your watch for the past week. What could you be reading from another universe?" He asked.
Your face paled as you quickly hid your watch. Miguel would never talk to you again if he knew. Hell, he might kick you out of the Spider Society for conflict of interest. That was the last thing you wanted.
"(Y/N)?" Miguel questioned.
Miguel could sense your nervousness. His senses were higher than everyone's. Sighing softly, Miguel motioned you to follow him to his office. He had originally approached you for another reason. He could never ask you about it though. Once the two of you were alone, Miguel looked at his watch and started to type away.
"Let's see...(Y/n)'s watch."
"W-Wait! Miguel, before you do-"
"Oh-" Miguel immediately made eye contact with you, "I didn't even know there was a world like this. Very specific."
"I-I'm sorry! I was just curious and you know...The stories were just so good-"
"His tongue swirled around your clit?" Miguel's grin widen towards your flustered cheeks, "The sheer size of his dick made you feel full?"
"M-Miguel...Y-You d-don't-" You bit your lower lip, feeling your body warm up as he read the story.
"I never knew you were into all this smut, and about me none the less. That explains why you smelled extra sweet this past week," Miguel muttered the last part, watching you, "You know (Y/N), you don't need to read these."
You glanced towards Miguel, watching him approach you. Your heart was racing as his body pressed against yours, pinning you to the wall. You could feel his hot breathe. This wasn't what you were expecting. He was teasing you for reading porn about him!
"I could have helped you instead," Miguel whispered in your ear. You stared right into his lustful eyes,
"So...I'm not in trouble?" Your voice was low as you leaned closer to him. Miguel chuckled lowly, his thumb pulling against your bottom lip,
"Do you want to be?"
"Depends on the punishment," You felt dazed as you leaned towards Miguel's lips.
"Read the story to me," Miguel whispered as he licked your lips before pulling away.
You whimpered lowly, your body craving him. Why did he have to do this to you? Miguel was just so tempting. You were folding hard. Without hesitating you pulled the story up and you started to read the story.
"His hands gently stroked down y-your waist," Your breathing shuddered as Miguel's hands started to do as you read. "H-His hips g-grind-"
"What's wrong? Can't even read me a story?" Miguel chuckled lowly as you watched you melt under him.
"H-His d-dick-" You gasped lowly as Miguel started to grind his hips against yours.
You whimpered quietly as you felt your panties get damper and damper. Miguel's face was so close to yours. Miguel brought his lips to your neck as he held your hips closer. His fingers rubbing circles around your hips.
"What about my dick?" Miguel chuckled as he felt you trembled, "Such a naughty girl, reading such things about me. All you had to do was ask,"
Miguel slowly undid the bottom of your suit, exposing your soaked and desperate cunt. He lifted you onto his desk, demanding that you kept reading. Much to his amusement, you did. Miguel resisted a groan as he took his dick out, rubbing it against your folds. Your moans were so sweet.
"M-Miguel s-started....s-started to...to e-enter-" You stuttered, trying to focus on reading, but was getting distracted. You whimpered a moan as Miguel started to push his tip inside you.
"You're sucking me in so well, you've been wanting this for how long now?" Miguel held your waist, sliding his cock deeper into you, "I could have made you feel good so much sooner. Were you that oblivious to my gestures?"
You cried softly as you focused on Miguel's thick length stretching your walls out. Your back rested against his desk, muffling moans as you squeezed against him.
"I-I guess so?" You told him. Miguel scoffed lowly before thrusting into you, "Ah~ W-Wait~"
"After making me wait so long? After masking my office with your sweet scent so many times? Amor (love), I've waited long enough and so have you."
You cried out a series of moans as Miguel started to slap himself into you. His dick making itself at home within your pussy. It felt so right. Felt so much better than you doing it yourself at home. You wrapped your legs around Miguel's waist, wanting to get closer to him.
"Who do you think gave Lyla access to those stories?" Miguel chuckled as you cam against his dick, "I grew tired of waiting and wanted to give you a little push."
"H-Hah~ Mhm~ C-Can...C-Can we do what some of those stories did then?" You begged. Miguel raised a brow as he pinched your clit, watching you squirm,
"That and more. My naughty girl needs to be punished first."
You moaned to his wishes, having him use you for his pleasure. Tears formed in the corner of your eyes, feeling your body grow hot again. With a grunt and a deep thrust, Miguel cam inside you. You shivered from the feeling, crying out his name.
"That's right. Now you're being a good girl," Miguel panted softly, soaking in the state you were in, "As much as I would love to continue, I have some reports to do. Why don't you pick your favorite story and we'll continue this tonight?"
"Mhm," You nodded towards his request, watching Miguel fix himself.
Miguel smiled before stealing a kiss from you before leaving. You nearly squealed as you fixed yourself up. Looking through all your saved stories, you felt a new fire light up inside you.
"Ohhhhh, I'm getting wrecked tonight~!"
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Haha, hope you enjoyed this!
#miguel o'hara#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel spiderverse#miguel o'hara smut#miguel o’hara x reader#spiderman 2099#miguel spiderman#atsv miguel#across the spiderverse
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A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes
How Ace and Deuce Fantasise About Their Crush, The Prefect
Reader/Yuu is female
Masterlist
Ace Trappola
Deuce is his biggest rival so usually his fantasies involve you choosing him over his fellow Heartslabyul first year
Usually he would be goofing off ‘studying or doing homework’ and his thoughts would inevitably turn to you and he gets hit with the visual of your beaming smile and shimmering eyes lighting up in adoration as you praise him over his marks on a test like “Wow Ace! I can’t believe you got all of this right - you’re so much smarter and stronger and more handsome and better than Deuce in every way!” and he’d be filled with determination to actually study so you would kiss praise him
Sometimes he would daydream about you wearing his basketball jersey to one of his matches and cheering him on (which you do already anyway - the cheering, not the jersey wearing) and during a tense sports anime worthy match with fast action and slow motion and reaction cuts where your gazing at him admiringly (this boy is literally filming an episode of Haikyuu in his mind) and the scores are neck and neck and he’s about to throw the winning shot and he looks at you winks and is like “this one’s for you” and gets it in, single handedly winning the game and his teammates are freaking out and everyone on the stands are cheering his name and he’s handed the trophy as he’s lifted onto his seniors' shoulders and then you’re there (abandoning Deuce and Grim at the stands) and you congratulate him and you’re kissing him and he’s woken up 🙁
He’s the type of guy to daydream about you in a cheerleading outfit, waving around pom poms and cheering him on - not in a creepy, weird way but more in a cute, endearing way
During the Ghost Bride incident™, you were dressed in a wedding dress to match with all of the suitors’ groom suits and his mind did an application.exe has stopped working before rebooting and immediately got flooded with visuals of you and him getting married
Since he did punch Riddle on the reader’s behalf and flip out at Malleus over Malleus’ completely harmless ‘prank’ during the Spectral Soiree (real king behaviour, what a man *wipes tear*), he does feel protective over them so I think he’d these fantasies where he’s protecting you from danger and bridal carrying you away and you’re swooning over him like ‘my hero ♡’ and peck his cheek
He really does like writing Ace x Reader fanfic in his head, doesn’t he?
I think many of his daydreams would be more ‘what-if’ scenarios where he would lay awake in bed at night, the lights are off and his dormmates are dozing off on their own beds around him, and his mind wanders into how the events of the day would’ve played off if he actually did have the courage to act on his own desires, if he actually did admit he found your smile beautiful during lunchtime, if he actually did hold your hand on your way to class, if he actually did confess his feelings…
If the legends of old are true and that whatever you wish for, you keep, he really really hopes that he gets to keep you
Deuce Spade
It’s canon that he’s a romantic since he has an admiration for the King and Queen of Hearts’ relationship so his fantasies are very reminiscent of classical romances
I headcanon that his mother loves romantic movies and shows (both period and modern) and he loves to watch them with her (he prefers period films/shows over modern ones since he’s been a sucker for fairy tales since he was five)
Even though his fantasies of you are super innocent, he still feels super guilty over having them over his best friend. He thinks it’s wrong to think of kissing someone so kind and sweet when they only see him as a friend and he kind of hates himself for not hating the visions his mind cooks up.
He’s very protective in nature so his daydreams usually feature him saving you à la traditional fairy tale or classic silver screen damsel in distress and her dashing hero or knight in shining armour (not because he sees you as a damsel in distress - you don’t just fight off overblots and live in Twisted Wonderland without being the strongest person ever in his eyes - but because he likes the idea of being strong enough to protect you from danger or you knowing that you can always rely on him to protect you). This, though, also kind of stems from his inner guilt at not being able to save you from the harm you’ve already undergone.
He likes to imagine the two of you stargazing, your figures draped in moonlight as you kiss each other, or the two of you on a white marble balcony, surrounded by doves and baby pink blossoms falling from the trees around you, or the two of you dancing in a ballroom, or kissing in the rain, or giving you piggybacks, or picking you up and twirling you around as you laugh in pure joy, or giving you his jackets or every other cliche he wants and yearns so badly to have with you
Sometimes when he does something good like finish his dorm chores or come first in track club he imagines your voice cheering him on like ‘I knew you could do it, Deuce’
He loves it when his daydreams get domestic. His favourite one is when imaginary you and imaginary him are in a chicken coop, surrounded by baby chicks.
Whilst his fantasies are very idyllic and so flowery they could put a florist out of business, he does like the ones that tap into his past as a bad boy where he takes you joyriding on his magical wheel, your arms wrapped around his torso and head resting between his shoulder blades, or he impresses you with his mechanical skills as he fixes a car, or your patching him up after a fight (a fight that happened because imaginary you was being harassed by gang of goons and he came in and saved the day like an action hero)
When he was a stargazer, you were the one who earnestly gave your full support in his dreams and your belief that all of his wishes will inevitably be granted so would you mind terribly if he told you his hearts’ greatest desire
#twisted wonderland#twst#twst x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#ace trappola x reader#deuce spade x reader#fem reader
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Kewpie Mayo - Toge Inumaki
Kewpie Mayo ... Oneshot fanfic
Inumaki Toge (JJK) x reader
Tags: fluffy fluff, friends to lovers, JJK au
Summary: Toge has so much he wants to say, but his sushi ingredients can only do so much. So you help him expand his vocabulary.
a/n: My first ever fic! Got this little idea with Toge and I wanted to flesh it out. Feedback would be appreciated <3
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You were incredibly optimistic before entering Jujutsu Tech. You envisioned yourself going out on daring missions, doing crazy things with your fellow sorcerer friends, learning powerful moves, and so on. You romanticized the hell out of it even before you sat in your first lecture. But reality often disappoints.
The missions were dangerous, sure, but you were naive to think they would send you out to fight a special grade like it would be a walk in the park for you. And sure, you go out with the other first years, but you never felt like you fit in. Yuji and Nobara had this chaotic dynamic going on and you could never seem to keep up with. Megumi... well... he just makes you feel like you're a bother, so you'd rather not hang out with him one-on-one.
But, at the very least, there was this second year student at Jujutsu Tech that you got along with quite well.
You thought it was weird at first—how he couldn't speak like the rest of you. Maki explained it all to you when you decided to hang out with the second years while they trained together. She told you how he was from a well-known clan with a signature cursed technique. And as you watched him spar with the talking panda (which you also thought was weird), one thing plagued your mind.
It must be tough not being able to express yourself normally.
You don't know if it was just a natural thing or if you actually felt pity for the guy, but you went up to him. A part of you was also hoping that maybe you'd find 'that' friend in him—the one that isn't too overwhelming and the one that doesn't make you feel like a pain in the ass.
"Toge?" You called out to him from behind as he drank from his water bottle. It was a hot day and his sparring session with Panda was intense. You could see the sweat trickle down his temples when he turned to look at you.
"Kelp?"
So it was true that he speaks in sushi ingredients. You didn't think Maki would make such a strange and elaborate lie about it anyway. You introduced yourself to him with the pretense of wanting to get to know your seniors better.
On that same day, you learned all of the sushi ingredients he used in his daily conversations. And the more you spent your time with him, you could even distinguish the nuances in his tone—the rise and fall of his pitch, how he stresses certain letters, and so on. Sometimes, all you had to do was look at his facial expression and you'd know what he was trying to tell you.
Of course, a few days after you introduced yourself to him, you managed to snag his number. Anyone who asked for Toge's number never seemed suspicious at all. No one thinks that asking for his number had any romantic context. Everyone just asked for it so they could talk to him without deciphering his ridiculous language.
But once you got that number, oh boy. You two never went a day without talking. When he could freely express himself without the restrictions of his cursed technique, your view of him slowly changed.
You realized he had a sense of humor. Truthfully, it was as braindead as it could get, but you couldn't deny laughing at 2 AM at his antics. Toge was a bit of a crackhead as well. He'd say the most out of pocket things as if it was the most normal thing in the world. You picked up on this habit too, and part of him feels proud that he was the one who corrupted you like that.
Then one night, after sending your 'good nights' to each other, you had this thought. It was a relentless thought that refused to get out of your head. You wanted to hear Toge speak all the words he'd tell you through your phone screen. But you knew it was impossible.
You've heard his voice briefly whenever he'd activate his cursed technique... and you've also heard how he'd violently cough out blood after using a particularly powerful move. Then he'd say that it was no big deal—through text, of course.
You only put yourself to sleep when you convinced your stupid brain that forcing Toge to speak and hurt himself wasn't worth it. You hated to see him hurt.
After that thought, a whole bunch of other things swarmed your brain—and they were all about your white-haired purple-eyed friend. You were falling for him and you were falling hard. In fact, those same thoughts were running through your head right now and—
"Tuna mayo."
Right, you were sitting beside him right now—cooling off after training. You have no business to be thinking about such things right now, especially since he's just a couple of inches away.
You've also gotten into a habit of just texting each other even though you're face-to-face. He started typing on his phone while your gaze was still on him. Your phone dinged a specific tone. Actually, you had set a special tone for Toge's texts. He didn't let you hear the end of it once he figured it out. He made sure to let everyone know that you liked him.
He was right. You liked him very much. But you'd never admit that. You kept the tone the same despite his teasing just so he wouldn't get the satisfaction of watching you get flustered. But deep down, you were dying.
You whipped your phone out and saw that he had texted.
Toge: Spacing out? Did Panda knock your head a little too hard? You're drooling a bit actually.
You: No. I was just thinking. ALSO, my mouth is very dry thank you very much.
Toge: Oh fr? Lemme see how dry it is. Imma check with my mouth too ofc 🫦🥵
You felt all the butterflies on earth suddenly flutter in your stomach. This wasn't new. As your friendship went on—it wasn't unusual for him to pull something silly like this. He thinks it's all fun and games, but his words had you thinking otherwise. But again, you'll never admit you like him.
You: Sometimes I'm glad you can only speak sushi ingredients.
You stare at the chat bubbles appearing and disappearing on the screen. Then it disappears for quite a while which prompts you to look up at him. There was a slight frown. You'd let off pretty hurtful jabs at each other before, but maybe this one just hit a chord.
"Hey... you know I didn't mean that, right?" Your expression softened as you studied his features. "I mean, honestly, I always wished you could speak normally... I love talking to you."
You immediately shut yourself up. It's okay. It's okay. You just said that in a friendly way, you thought. It doesn't necessarily mean you LOVED him. You could never say that to him.
"Salmon roe?" His face perked up at your admission.
You nodded at him. "At some point I even thought about telling you to just make a language with me, you know? I mean, you'd still be speaking in ingredients, but at least you get more out of it."
He listens intently before tapping away at his phone again.
Toge: That's actually a wonderful idea coming from a dumbo like you.
You chuckled and playfully punched his shoulder at the nickname he used for you. He laughed softly back at you and you couldn't help but smile at this little moment you had going on. God, you loved him, but you couldn't tell him that.
"Hmm, so what's our word for today? There are still so many sushi ingredients out there that are still unused."
Toge nodded enthusiastically. He sent messages as you spoke to him in real time.
Toge: Sooo... what's your favorite sushi ingredient?
"Rice," you replied without a second thought which earned a sigh from Toge. He sounded disappointed almost.
Toge: That's so basic.
Toge: Putting rice as 'basic bitch' in Toge's dicktionary.
You furrowed your brows at him. "And when would this word be useful to you? I don't see you using it frequently." And by true Toge fashion, he flashes that shit-eating grin at you.
"Rice."
It felt weird hearing him say a different ingredient. Despite what the word meant to the both of you—you just smiled at him. "Okay, then what isn't a basic choice?"
Toge: Just think outside of the box for once.
You looked off into the distance, thinking hard. Then you got an idea. "Remember the sushi I made you last week? The ones with Kewpie mayo swirls on it?"
Toge's face seemed to soften for a moment once you brought that up. He was down in the dumps last week after a losing streak on Fortnite. You thought it was stupid to get all gloomy over a game with flying buses and shit. But you tried your best to cheer him up.
So you made him the only thing you knew how to make—sushi, as ironic as it is. You made this batch of sushi with extra love and care. Of course, your signature mayo swirls were on it too. You delivered it to his room and watched him chow down like a caveman. It warmed your heart seeing him enjoy something you made. You craved this feeling. But you'd never voice it out.
"How about we add Kewpie to your vocabulary then? Or is it too basic for your taste, sir?"
Toge chuckles softly again and then he goes silent. He looks down at his lap with the smallest smile on his face.
"Hey, what's wrong with yo—"
"Kewpie."
You were taken aback. He was acting strange all of a sudden. "So, what does 'Kewpie' mean then?"
Toge looked down at his phone and you stared at yours as well. The chat bubbles appeared, disappeared, appeared, disappeared for a long time... and so on. You were getting nervous.
Then, finally, the message arrived.
Toge: I love you.
Your eyes widened. You had to read it three—no, ten times to actually believe that those were the 8 letters showing up on your screen. And while you were stuck in your little bubble of shock, he sent another message.
Toge: I know, I know, pretty cool way to rizz you up huh?
He was so fricking silly, even now. How funny is it that the man who literally couldn't utter normal words would be the first to say this. You were perfectly fine saying anything that you wanted, yet you refused to. You refused to tell him you loved him... but maybe now wouldn't be so bad.
"I Kewpie you too," you say before bursting out into a wide grin. Toge couldn't help but laugh a bit. He found your happiness way too endearing. So endearing, in fact, that his lips made its way to yours. He gave you a short and sweet peck. You were in absolute awe, but that didn't stop you from leaning in and giving him a quick kiss of your own. Your antics made the both of you laugh.
Your racing thoughts about him were finally quelled. In the end, all you needed was to just tell him—tell him that you loved him so much it hurt.
You would've, But Toge is Toge...
Toge: By the way, 'I Kewpie you too' is grammatically wrong, loser. But it's okay. You're my loser <3
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Because He Listens - Klaus Mikaelson x Reader
Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Reader
Prompt: I tried my best with this one. It isn't as long as some of my others but I wrote what felt right at the time. love triangles are hard enough pentagons much harder.
Warnings: None just swearing really.
Beta'd by my lovely long time friend, beta and fellow writer @lets-imagine-fanfics
ENJOY!!
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You started your day like every other day.
Wake up brush your teeth, take a shower, get dressed, makeup, hair, then out the door. However, this morning you were bombarded with Damon Salvatore laying on your bed causally when you came out with a towel on your body, and one wrapped around your hair. You gave him a silent glare as you picked out your clothes in silence.
Once you’d gotten what you needed out of your closet, you spun around to face him when it became obvious that he wasn’t going away, no matter how much you ignored his presence. You gave him a fake sweet smile that did nothing but amuse the older man.
“How can I help you, Damon?” You asked with a sickeningly sweet tone.
“Have you thought about what I said last night?” He responded, his tone turning serious.
“Why are you doing this Damon? You’ve never cared if I was at the centre of danger before!” You shouted as you walked through your front door after fighting against some witch who came for a doppelganger or more specifically doppelganger blood.
“Because I care okay! Oh yes, I know that’s a shocking concept but I. CARE.” He punctuated with his usual level of sarcasm and sass.
“About Elena yes. Me? Never.” You snarked back with an eye roll.
“Well, I care about you, okay?” He sighed seriously, his usually sarcastic demeanour dropping.
“Why?” You snapped making him close his eyes as if exasperated by this entire situation.
“Because-” He seemed to stop, wondering whether his reason was worth stating but you crossed your arms in a way that said you wouldn’t drop this, so he stared down at you as he walked closer.
“Because...I love you.” He muttered quietly.
“Tell me your joking?” You whispered with wide eyes.
“Oh yeah, this seems like the type of prank I’m fond of, doesn’t it?” He growled in annoyance.
“What is it with you brothers!?” You screamed as you lightly pushed Damon away.
“So, I guess Stefan got here first.” He grumbled like a pouting child.
“What is there to think about, Damon?” You sighed as you stepped away from him, your eyes dropping to the floor as you contemplated how to handle this.
You’d never really been told ‘I love you’ by anyone who seriously meant it and now you had Stefan, who had told you before the fight; and Damon, who had told you after the fight. Oh, and let's not forget the good Mikaelson brothers who seemed to have taken an interest too. How the hell were you supposed to deal with this?
“Well, do you like either of us?” Damon tried with an eye roll to show his frustration.
“Between the Salvatore brothers, the Mikaelson brothers and a witch trying to kill me I haven’t exactly thought about it!” You shouted as you disappeared into the bathroom to change.
You slid on your undies, bra and jeans before realising you hadn’t grabbed your top as you were too busy thinking about how your life was turning out. You knew Klaus had a thing for Caroline as well, so you never really took him seriously until last night while fighting this witch, he jumped in front of a giant flaming ball to save you all the while Elijah hid you behind him.
“I’m not doing this. I’m not Elena and I don’t enjoy being stuck in a love triangle...or a pentagon in this case.” You snapped through the door before wrapping the towel around your bra-covered torso and making your way out of the bathroom to grab your top.
You grabbed the article of clothing ignoring Damon’s eyes on you before rushing back to the bathroom. Once you’d tucked your plain black V-neck t-shirt into your high waisted jeans you exited the bathroom to Damon who was sitting on the end of your bed staring at the floor.
“If you can’t decide then I guess we’ll do it for you.” Damon hissed before speeding out of your room and your apartment before you could even ask what he meant.
You stood there with a frown on your face as you pulled out a pair of socks and started putting them on but once again you were interrupted by a knock on your door. You finished putting your socks on and walked out of your bedroom to answer the apartment door.
You stared at the British vampire with narrowed eyes as she looked at you in confusion, her eyebrow raised as if silently asking what was wrong.
“You’re not here to profess your undying love for me too, are you Bex?” You whispered suspiciously.
“No, definitely not love.” Rebekah snorted as she pushed her way into the apartment without another word.
“So Damon told you?” Rebekah chuckled as she flopped down onto your couch.
“Yeah, and Stefan. All the while your biggest brother protected me from a witch and your other brother took a fireball for me. I feel like I’m in the cheesiest rom-com ever to exist. I have my own Harem.” You sighed dramatically as you flopped down next to her, sinking into the couch as if that would protect you from this entire situation.
“Did you get Bonnie to cast a spell?” She whispered jokingly.
“In what world is this something I would want?” You asked seriously making Rebekah shrug in response.
“To break 4 people's hearts all in one go!” You huffed angrily making her smile sympathetically.
“So...you don’t like any of them?” Rebekah asked with a raised brow.
“I didn’t say that! But I’m not gonna choose one so the others can watch as I have a happy ending with the one I do like!” You snapped as you jumped up from the couch.
“Well, it's better than letting yourself be unhappy just to save these idiots. They all chose to pursue you, that was their choice. Forget about them and do what makes you happy.” She responded with a kind smile on her face.
“Everyone is gonna be unhappy with my choice.” You muttered sadly, your eyes casting down to the floor the fear of your friends hating you was eating away at you.
“So? Why does it matter? Do something for you.” She stated calmly as she stood from the couch.
“Is it really that simple though?” You asked uneasily, your heart pounding a little at the thought of finally pursuing the one person you’d been head over heels for, for months.
“Yeah, it’s really that simple.” She stated as she pulled you into a hug.
You spend the rest of the day with Rebekah, eating waffles and drinking coffee while you watch bad tv. You didn’t know what you’d do without her in your corner to back you up. At least if your friends abandoned you, you’d always have Rebekah.
It was now 4pm and Rebekah was about to leave but before she was out of the door one of her brothers texted her. The text had Rebekah staring at her phone with wide eyes before glancing up at you with a pained look on her face. You frowned as she passed you the phone but once you looked at the words you couldn’t help the scream of frustration that came out of your mouth.
Kol - Why are our dear brothers having dinner with the Salvatores’?
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” You screamed making Rebekah wince at the volume.
“I’ll drive you.” was all Rebekah said as she took out her car keys and started to head out of the apartment.
You slid your boots on, running after her with an angry frown on your face. You couldn’t believe these idiots! What were you, some prize to be won! You glanced at Rebekah who looked rather angry herself, but you knew it was because she, as a woman who fought for woman’s rights back in the twenties, thought this whole thing was barbaric.
She sped to her house which wasn’t far her fingers gripping the steering wheel tightly as she pulled up to the Mikaelson mansion. She got out of the car, followed by you as you both stormed into the house.
You’re glad you had backup because this wasn’t something you wanted to deal with at all, let alone by yourself.
She flung the door open to the dining room rather dramatically. If it was any other day, you’d probably have laughed at her antics but right now all you could see was red. You stared at the four men who were casually eating dinner and sipping glasses of blood.
“What the hell do you wankers think you’re doing!?” Rebekah screeched, her arms crossing over her chest.
“That is not your concern, Rebekah. If you could please leave that would be much appreciated.” Elijah stated politely, making you raise a brow at him.
“It’s definitely my business don’t you think, oh noble one.” You snapped sarcastically as you mirrored Rebekah’s stance.
“I would like to point out I didn’t put this dinner together.” Klaus chuckled as he glanced at Damon and his own brother, snitching on them quite happily.
“Seriously, Elijah? What happened to be a feminist? I guess we can’t just forget you were from a Viking era! Fucking caveman.” You snarled making Elijah look down at the floor, shame taking over his expression.
“What did you think was going to come from this?” You asked seriously.
“We were trying to find a fair way we could all throw our hat in the ring,” Stefan muttered quietly his face covered in shame just like Elijah’s.
“THERE IS NO FUCKING RING! KEEP YOUR FUCKING HATS ASSHOLES!” You snapped.
“That’s exactly what Klaus said you’d say.” Damon scoffed as he glanced over at the hybrid.
“That’s because he listens to me!” You snapped angrily making everyone's eyes snap to Klaus who looked rather proud of himself.
“Him? Seriously!” Damon shouted as he jumped up from his seat at the table.
“I am so not getting into this right now.” You sighed as your caught Klaus’s eyes staring at you curiously, but he kept quiet.
“He’s a fucking monster!” Damon growled angrily.
“She only said he listened Damon. Calm down.” Stefan sighed softly.
“She’s obviously not going to pick one of you nutters. What do ya say, darling?” You heard a mischievous voice chuckled behind you and Rebekah.
“You’re so not funny Kol.” You huffed as you pushed him away from you with a small laugh.
“Well, it’s obviously going to be one of the noble ones.” Kol snorted as he pointed to Stefan and Elijah.
“Ya know what! I’m sick of you ancient bastards assuming you have all the answers, okay, so here we have it!” You shouted as you stormed over to Klaus’s chair and stood behind it.
“SEE!” Damon screamed as he got into a position like he was about to fight anyone who disagreed.
“SHUT UP! Do you even know why I’m picking him? Hmm or do you only care if I picked you? Hmm.” You snarled as you started towards Damon.
“That man over there was abused and betrayed his entire life! Yes, he did some shit but so have ALL of you, so have I. He gifted me things-”
“I gifted you things!” Damon shouted, interrupting you.
“Yes, because I seem like a diamond and Prada kind of girl, don’t I!?” You snapped making his eyes widen.
“What did he gift you? Princess dresses and horses?” Damon snapped right back at you.
“No! He bought me a stuffed wolf, drew a picture of me, he gave me a hand-carved figurine of my favourite tv character and last, but definitely not least, he took my dead mother’s coat to be mended by the best he could find so it would look brand new! But gifts aren't everything Damon! He also listened to me talk for hours about things I like, even though he has no idea what I’m talking about half the time. He drops off coffee and food for me when I’m so busy with college work, I don’t eat or drink. He even brought me a full 2 weeks' worth of grocery shopping with all the things I would usually get. He never once touched me or came into my house without me saying so. The way he looks at me as he draws me doing mundane things, makes me feel so seen and cared for. I am very much in love with him and if you don’t fucking like it, there's the door!” You screamed as Klaus glanced at you in absolute disbelief.
“You see that look right there?” You exclaimed as you looked at him from where you were originally screaming at Damon.
“He’s shocked I chose him. You lot think you have the right to put your hat in the ring but he’s just happy to be around me and before anyone says anything else. It’s been him long before you lot made your feelings for me known.” You chuckled softly as you gave Klaus the sweetest smile you could muster which he returned rather shyly.
“I think it’s time we leave, brother,” Stefan stated as Elijah stared between you and his brother.
“I did not realise you cared for her so much Niklaus. I am sorry to have gotten in the way of that dear brother.” Elijah stated seriously his tone apologetic.
“Congrats on doing what you wanted, Y/N. Can’t wait to be sister in laws!” Rebekah chuckled as she ran out of the room dragging Kol with her.
Once you were alone with Klaus you stared at him from the other side of the dining room table with a soft nervous smile. Your heart was pounding in your chest as he stood up and stride over to you. You barely had a chance to know what was happening but when he took you into his arms holding you like this wasn’t real and it would vanish if he blinked too hard.
“I love you, Niklaus Mikaelson.” You whispered into his ear softly.
He pulled away to look down at you as he cupped the back of your head. His ocean blue eyes staring down at you in amazement. He opened his mouth a few times but for the first time in 1000 years, his words seemed to be failing him.
“I love you too, Y/N Y/L/N.” He whispered as his eyes flickered to your lips.
“Kiss me, Niklaus.” You whispered, clutching his Henley like it was the only thing grounding you.
He leant down, his plush lips pressing against yours so carefully it made your heart pound against your chest as if looking for an escape. His lips were soft and gentle as he kissed you, holding onto you as if you’d disappear at any second.
Once he pulled away you wrapped your arms around him and buried your head in your chest which he returned by holding you as close as he could.
“T-Thank you for loving me.” He whispered into your hair before placing a kiss there.
“I always will. Speaking of we should probably talk about me changing.” You stated softly making him frown.
“I don’t see why you need to change. You look fine the way you are now.” He stated in confusion which had you giggling.
“I meant into a vampire. I don’t wanna be old and wrinkly while you still look hotter than hell itself.” You chuckled and he pulled away from you his eyes widening.
“You’d become a vampire for me?” He asked as if he couldn’t believe it.
“Of course, I would. I’m waiting till I turn 21 though.” You chuckled making him smile down at you with a loving smile.
“Yes, love.” He laughed as you pulled him back in for another hug.
This was the man you loved, no matter what.
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Historical AUs!
We have 26 incredible fics submitted to this list, stretching from the fifth century up to the 1990s. We have stories that fit into just over 2,000 words, and others that are more than 200,000! This list includes one LiLo fic, and we also have our first ever non-English rec, with a French language fic -- truly the language of love.
To all my fellow history lovers, it's time to go apeshit. Read, reblog, comment, kudos, bookmark, tell your friends, all that jazz -- your local fanfic writer appreciates it!
Here In The Afterglow by fondleeds (88649, Not Rated, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post
Warnings: Violence, bullying, homophobia, slurs
1970’s AU. In a tiny town in Idaho, Louis’ life is changed forever by the arrival of a curious stranger.
Reccer says: The beautifully chosen words, the captivating story, the queer joy!!!
Unrequited by babyhoneyhslt (144000, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post
Omega Prince Harry is send to France to marry Prince Louis, but instead of the nice boy he knew when they were children, he is met with a cold and distant husband and no idea as to why.
Reccer says: It was so interesting to follow along with this and try to figure out why Louis was behaving this way. And then later see them fall in love. Really liked it and can't recommend it enough.
Danger I can’t hide by CelticSky (227290, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)
Warnings: War, homophobia
Flying Officer Styles and Sergeant Tomlinson would have likely never crossed paths in a time of peace, their lives laid out neatly, predictably before them. But then the world became unrecognisable. Too soon they grew accustomed to fear, surrounded by death and destruction, not even their freedom a certainty any more. Until they found each other. Comfort. Companionship. Understanding. Another person to lose.
Reccer says: It's one of those fics that I'd describe as monumental, masterful, epic. In my opinion, it should be made into a film, and brought to everyone's attention. The script is brilliant and relentless. The characters are subtle and nuanced. The writing is exemplary. A masterpiece.
Secrets in Winter by softfonds (82582, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post
If Harry Styles thought he was going to have a peaceful winter while staying far away from the rake who lived across the street, he was sorely wrong on two fronts. A Victorian AU.
Reccer says: I loved the plot and the character development of the main pairing.
A cycle of recycled revenge by Brokenbeaks (103302, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post
Foxburgh, England, 1983. In the heat of summer, wreathed by pastures, rolling knolls, and thatched-roof cottages, Louis takes on a new job: caretaking for a recently blinded man named Harry. As it begins, what seems like a simple task turns into a quest that costs him every last bit of his pride and tolerance. Harry is, in practice, a two-legged curse. And Louis is just gonna have to put up with it.
Or: The one where Harry likes to infuriate Louis almost as much as he enjoys straddling his lap.
Reccer says: Absolutely excellent. I was a bit worried about how Harry's blindness would be handled, but it was done wonderfully. Perfect fic. Perfect writing. Perfect plot.
Through Lonely Streets and Neon Lights by Sweetly_disposed (25107, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)
1920's era, Great Gatsby inspired. Harry is a poor boy living in the South Village. Every night he watches the North City come alive and longs of crossing the river to be a part of it and escape his dreary life. The infamous Mr Tomlinson lives across the river from Harry. His parties are the stuff of legend; people on both sides know about them, and all Harry wants is a chance to go to one. When fate swings his way and he finds himself in Mr Tomlinson's house, he gets much more than he could ever have bargained for.
Reccer says:
Chasing empty spaces by Lis (Domesticharry) (79028, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)
The year is 1934 and Harry Styles was to inherent the largest tobacco firm in the south. His parents have picked out the “perfect” girl for him to marry and he has the privilege of receiving the highest education possible. The problem was, Harry hadn’t realized he didn’t actually want any part of that future until he met a mechanic named, Louis Tomlinson.
Reccer says: This fic is simply magnificent. A must read
An invincible Summer by Brooklyn_Babylon (44627, Explicit, Harry Styles Louis Tomlinson)
Never content to stay in one place for long, a few months down south researching for his novel seemed like an idyllic, slow-paced summer to Louis. He wasn't ready for the blistering heat, the backbreaking work of watermelon picking, or how stifling the attitudes in rural Georgia would feel. And he definitely hadn’t anticipated falling in love with the farmer’s son. The summer of 1946 would turn out to be everything worth writing about.
Reccer says:
Box of Rain by Indierection (amandamoraisa) (26631, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)
1970 AU, Louis is a boxer and Harry a ring boy
Reccer says: The era is well transcribed (the way of life, the music), and the story is very charming.
Cela aussi passera (French-language fic) by Hazzunah (110721, Not Rated, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)
1993: Louis is 16. It's summertime, by a lake in France. He meets Harry.
1999: Louis is in Japan; he hasn't seen Harry for 6 years, since that fateful summer. He thought he'd lost him forever.
Reccer says: For years, I've been reading only in English, but there's still the odd French fic that I come across that's really good. "This too shall pass" is one of them. It's set in the 90s, it's beautifully written, it's moving, and the characters are well characterized. For me, it's a gem. So I recommend it. For anyone who can read in French.
You Make The World Taste Better by LiveLaughLoveLarry/loveislarryislove (10000, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post
Warnings: Harassment and threats from the rival baker, culminating in physical violence and a grisly end in keeping with the fairy tale
A twist on Hansel and Gretel as a rivalry between bakers, based on Hans Traxler’s fictional non-fictional text "The Truth About Hansel and Gretel"
Reccer says: This fic is such a wild adaptation of a story almost everyone knows, capturing both the sweet (literally, since Harry is a baker haha) elements and also the darkness of the tale.
No One Like You by myownspark (20000, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post
Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles were noted painters in the 19th century. Louis was a Neoclassicist, Harry a Romantic -- totally different, nothing in common, no connection. But centuries later, art historians Niall and Liam find something that suggests perhaps the two were more intertwined than people think.
Reccer says: I love the parallel timelines, watching Louis and Harry's relationship develop and fracture and heal at the same time as watching Niall and Liam discover things. We see pieces of history they're trying to puzzle together, and then we see the history as it happened, what it really was and what it meant to them.
Bloom by LadyAJ_13 (28909, Teen, Liam Payne/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post
Warnings: Non-graphic violence, period-typical attitudes
In early 1970s Oxford, Detective Sergeant Louis Tomlinson has to deal with the dual pressures of a case that hits too close to home, and the arrival of new colleague Liam Payne.
Reccer says: This was an incredible, atmospheric, moody historical mystery fic. Topped off with a lovely, happy ending that had me tearing up.
Under Electric Candlelight by littleroverlouis (5051, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post
In the 1970s, small town veterinarian Louis moves to NYC and meets a beauty at the bar named H who sometimes goes by Lola.
Reccer says: So immersive you feel like you're in 1970s Manhattan. The characters are truly electric and lovely.
this is my jam by disgruntledkittenface (4513, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post
Harry goes to a gay bathhouse for the first time. 90s AU.
Reccer says: This story is so much more than it first appears. I could feel the atmosphere and the emotion of the moment of the characters finding a freedom that didn't exist for them outside of the bathhouse's walls. It's an absolutely beautiful (and hot) exploration of such a specific time and place. So layered and thoughtful and hopeful and real.
After Dark, After Light by QuickedWeen (71440, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post
Warnings: Kidnapping, battlefield
Louis Tomlinson is the mysterious commander of the Sutherland army sent back with Harry on orders from his laird to help shore up Clan Edwards' defenses. As the winter draws nearer by the day, the two are thrown together to prepare for the invasion that they expect as soon as the ground thaws.
Reccer says: This fic just sweeps you away to the Scottish Highlands! Such a fun historical romance!
the sanctity of patience by scrunchyharry (22521, Teen, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post
When young Lord Harry was chosen by King Louis of Bavaria to become his husband and prince consort, Harry thought all of his dreams had come through. His illusions came crashing down when he understood it meant living in isolation in the alpine castle of Neuschwanstein with a husband who turned out to be far from what he had hoped for.
Reccer says: The writing is gorgeous and immersive. The characters are so vivid and I loved the way their journey to love played out.
Ace of Spades by allwaswell16 (78000, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post
Warnings: depictions of violence, drug use
Louis is a pirate, Harry is his captive, and no one is who they say they are.
Reccer says: Once I started reading, I couldn't put it down. The plot twists! The suspense! The intrigue!
Adore You by Isthatyoularry (66979, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)
Arrange marriage AU, Harry initially hates Louis and their arrangement but goes along with it for the summer. Louis is perfect for him tho, as much as harry hates to admit it. They last.
Reccer says: The word building. Stubborn harry. Pining louis. Catching feelings. Hate to love.
We Can Find a Place to Feel Good by yeah_alright/uhoh-but-yeah-alright (8000, Teen, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post
1960s AU inspired by Treat People With Kindness. Harry attends school dances over the years, meeting Louis and learning more about himself and what he loves.
Reccer says: Just so completely sweet and hopeful! Captures the vibe of the song so well!
The Garden Part 1 by Throwthemflowers/hazzabeeforlou (13000, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post
Warnings: Major character death, war
Biblical AU - 5th Century. A prince (Louis) falls in love with his father’s musician (Harry) in the midst of war.
Reccer says: This story is so hard to describe (it's Part 1 of a truly incredible 3-part series) but it's intense and brilliant and epic. The love here is all consuming and it comes through in the writing. Completely unique.
Ever Since I Tried Your Way by fairytalefemme (25896, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)
Warnings: internalized homophobia
40s/50s AU. Harry leaves his bride-to-be at the altar, runs away from his life, and finds a kind farmer who lets him stay.
Reccer says: Such a sweet, tender exploration of love and self.
With Words Unspoken by jacaranda_bloom (18000, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post
Older Louis and Harry. 50ish Louis returns to a cabin he'd visited many years before and it's a hippie commune type place where he finds Harry.
Reccer says: It just made me SO HAPPY. Peaceful and lovely.
1957: here to take my medicine by zita17/louisandtheaquarian (2652, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post
Beat poets Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles blow off some steam before a reading.
Reccer says: Literally transports you to this particular time and place. And so so hot.
The murmur of yearning by Mediawhore (93300, Mature, Harry Styles/ Louis Tomlinson)
Warnings: Rape/non-con attempts, death of character, slurs etc
Harry upon the death of his husband he was forced to marry find companionship and support in the arms of Land steward mr. tomlinson. Together they try to prove harry didnt murder his husband.
Reccer says: Regency era. Dark academia. Mystery and suspense. Forbidden love trope. The angst and mutual pining. Harry in corsets!
Love you in the dark by Perzikze (9225, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)
Warnings: Dubious consent i think, loss of virginity
Story of a historical wedding night. Innocent Harry has no idea what goes down during the wedding night; Louis eases him through it.
Reccer says: Innocent harry. Supportive Louis. It's adorable and sexy at once!
Stay tuned for the next list theme! It's similar... but different... ;)
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I think I might have a good request. Ghost or Gaz with a gentle wife who rambles a lot and just talks to herself, like she’s stuck in her own world. Thanks <3
whoever anon is , u cooked so so hard on this !! reader is literally me 哈哈哈哈 ^^ im not too sure whether u want headcannons or fanfic, but I feel like hcs would be great 4 this :3
kyle ‘gaz’ garrick w/ gentle absentminded reader (wc:
notes: not proofread, reader is intended 2 be fem but can be anything, somewhat protective gaz?, brief mentions of violence (blood + death [no specified character])
reader, i hope you know that you're this man's achilles heel. The most precious thing in his life, the heart that he so fiercely protects underneath the tac vest he wears in his deployments.
you're such a fragile presence in this world, no blood staining your feet as you tread on blood soaked grounds, eyes fixed on whatever scene was in your head instead of the carnage and bloodshed that would usually manage to bleed behind anyone's eyes. You're a precious soul, and kyle worries because of it.
never because of you, of course. Kyle thinks you’re the best thing he'd laid his eyes upon; soft yet sparkling eyes, soft voice a soothing hand on his shoulder, the crinkle in the skin near the corner of your eyes when you gave a whole, sweet smile a remedy to the heaving ache left in his heart after months of ivory in his nose and the head-splitting ring of alarms in his ears. He's so glad that you're always there after deployment, a teary yet relieved smile on your face, how you nuzzled your head in the crook of his neck for the first time since deployment. He always held you so tightly in those moments, with one of his hands brandishing the silver band on your fourth finger.
absentmindedness is something that’s dangerous, deadly in his field- a missed shot from a sniper or wrong turn of the head could result in a unit being wiped, something that Kyle had seen happen too many times to fellow teammates and old allies. But with you, it felt less like a danger and more of a somewhat amusing trait. your pretty head resting against his chest, gaze wandering across the room at their own pace- except of the papers you were meant to fill out hours ago.
he helps coax you out of your zoney episodes when necessary, gently taking your hand into his and muttering a soft inquiry of your name.
your rambles soothe him, voice so soft and gentle, with that distinct tone that soothes rabid dogs and a soft melody to his ears. It's white noise to him, and during long, bloodstained nights on missions, his world feels disturbingly silent without it.
but he doesn’t let your little tangents go into one ear and out the other. He remembers the things that you mention no matter how insignificant or foolish it is. When you had mentioned a trinket that you liked during a (mostly one sided [in a good way]) conversation, Kyle immediately seared it's description into his mind, slipping a reminder to search for it into his head.
needless to say, the closed-eyed, joyful grin and the way your eyes lit up was absolutely worth the hell of filtering through images for hours when you took the gift into your hands.
he loves you wholly and truly. From the slightly distracted tiny smiles to the quiet spillings through your lips. He'll make sure both of you know that every single day for the rest of your lives.
#finally pushed out some content !! everyone celebrate#🍵 mito's writings °｡ ⋆⸜#cod x reader#cod modern warfare#cod mw2#cod mw3#cod fanfic#kyle gaz garrick#kyle garrick#kyle gaz x reader#gaz x reader#call of duty#call of duty x reader#cod x you#call of duty modern warfare#call of duty mw2#call of duty fanfic#cod#cod mwii
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Greetings traveller!
About Me:
She/her approaching 30
PhD graduate working in heritage
British (obsessed with tea)
Also sings and crochets
Enjoys both Star Trek & Star Wars
Occasional NaNoWriMo participant
Fanfic writer of 15 years making the jump into original fiction (find my fandom blog @thetamehistorian)
Happy to take asks / play tag games etc.
Has a habit of designing covers rather than writing
Second attempt at this blog (main blog this time, cha cha real smooth)
Tends To Write / Read
Sci-Fi & Cyberpunk
Urban Fantasy & Fantasy
Historical
Comedy (this suprised me too)
Introducing My WIPS
A crime thriller with a touch of cyberpunk...
Featuring
Man with habit of doing wrong thing for right reason
Best buds to reluctant allies to ‘I would die for you’
That ‘I can’t believe you’ve done this’ meme
Conspiracies and double agents
Lots of angst and hurt (with some comfort)
Wholesome parent / child relationships
Summary
Solaris City has a problem. Whilst the metropolis flourishes, down below in the old mines the Undercity grows wild and dangerous, it’s people cut off from the prosperity above, dreaming of the sun and spreading Haze - an addictive drug.
Elias also has a problem. Working for the Bureau has cleaned his slate but he hasn’t cut all ties with those underground. Now there’s a girl hidden in his flat and something big has been uncovered that has his contacts in a flurry.
With two days to go to a vote on unifying the two halves of the city, and his friend Sebastien caught right in the middle, Elias has a feeling that it'll only take one domino falling for everything to come crashing down.
WIP Tag
First Draft Complete, If Messy (Mind the Plot Holes)
A sci-fi comedy of a ship of misfits...
Featuring
Puns for ship names (and just bad jokes in general)
Captain packing up the ship and all its crew because they can no longer thrive in this household
Overly social parents (please stop inviting my professor over to dinner)
Space worker unions (and aliens)
Learning self-worth and finding strength through working together
Found family
Summary
The United Earth Ship Archimedes patrols the border of charted space. Beyond it - the vast and unexplored reaches of the universe.
It’s an exciting prospect for Aster Kobor, newly graduated from the fleet academy and hoping to make her mark upon the stars. Unfortunately, it only takes a few weeks for Aster to realise that the Archimedes is nicknamed ‘the screw’ for a reason. It’s a ship for the rejects and misfits, those deemed unfit to serve in the frontier ships and command never lets them do anything exciting. Still, Aster is determined to make the best of it and, unbeknownst to her, her meddling Captain is about to give the crew of the Archimedes their chance to show command what they're made of.
Soon a bad reputation is the least of their troubles and, whether the crew like it or not, they’ll have to learn to survive in deep space - where their only certainty is each other.
WIP Tag
Currently Wrangling Vibes Into ~ Characters ~ and ~ Plot ~
A historical novel about determined women, trains, and winning a war…
Featuring
One woman’s obsession with the railways
Code breaking commuters
Breakfasts cooked on a coal shovel
Being accidentally adopted by an elderly fireman and driver duo
Occasional air raid for added ~spice~
Solidarity in the face of adversity and outdated systems
Summary
Bea had always been fascinated by the railways, but her dream of driving one of the locomotives always seemed out of reach. Working the trains is dangerous, dirty, and completely off limits to the fairer sex.
Then the war came and the men went off the fight. Answering the call to help, Bea and her fellow railway volunteers find themselves with an opportunity of a lifetime. Obscured from judging eyes by steam and smoke they shadow the veteran drivers and engineers, learning what they can on the job and hitting the library when they can't.
The trains need to run, they are vital to the war effort. All it would take is one rogue bomb, one mishap to take out a driver and the wheels stop spinning.
Or at least, that's what the station manager thinks.
Currently Doing Research and Initial Planning!
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going to prom with lawrence
obviously this is the no zombie au, and mainly a warm up for me.
-he is student council president, so his biggest worry is party planning, which he focuses on the budgeting and marketing for.
-that is, until you complain about your lack of date. which, he offers to fill the position of.
-he buys an nice suit, making sure the tie matches your outfit. when he sees you all dressed up, for the first time in his life, he becomes speechless. of course you two have the nicest prom photos as well.
-however sadly, he is a horrible date. he has to focus so much on making it run smoothly, he completely neglects you. leaving you by yourself. not even a single slow dance.
=he even stays behind to help clean, and hes your ride so its not like you can just leave on your own. so you help as well, clearly frustrated.
-by the time everyone is gone, he realizes your change of emotion and feels incredibly guilty for not paying enough attention to you. he admits that this isnt how he hoped the night would go. however, he knows how to make it up to you.
-he connects his phone to the speakers and turns the lights low again. as music begins to fill the gym as emotions swell in your chest.
- lawrence grabs your hand, pulling you in close, as you two began to dance all your negative feelings away, laughing at the others clumsy movements.
-at one point, your four heads bump together, his glasses sliding down his nose, your bangs getting slightly messy. so he gently fixes your bangs, before his hand tenderly moves to your cheek.
-you two maintain eye contact for a fleeting moment that feels like forever and yet not long enough. you simply breathe out his name before your lips melt into his, and his arms find their home holding you tightly.
#dangerous fellows#lawrence dangerous fellows#dangerous fellows lawrence#dangerous fellows x reader#dangerous fellows fanfic#otome#otome game#dating sim#dangerous fellows fanart
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A lot of fanfics have scenes in which it's revealed much earlier and in vastly different circumstances that Shen Qingqiu was a slave. This usually then causes a big uproar, followed by support as well as better treatment and a positive change in attitude in his surroundings. Love those. But!
I really want more stories where this causes more extreme ripples in the pond!
As in things like Yue Qingyuan coincidentally getting exposed as former slave child as well and this is an even bigger shock for the other peak lords for various reasons. Everyone feels sympathy for them, but in the sect leader's case this obviously tugs on their heartstrings a bit more, since they always really liked him and maybe consider him their friend. Which means it's sad to hear he had to shoulder this alone without ever talking to anyone about it. Shen Qingqiu is a distrustful asshole who dislikes or outright hates all of them. It's no wonder he never told them. But Yue Qingyuan? Does he not trust them either? Did he think they are people who would ostracize him (and Shen Qingqiu) or worse, just because he has been dealt a bad hand of fate? Did they fail their shixiong(s) to such an extend?
What about the other martial siblings of their generation besides fellow peak lords? Are there others who struggled free from slavery and think they must never tell anyone? Do some peak lords already know one or more and never connected the dots when it came to these two?
And what about their disciples? Are there any among them who think they are utterly alone and in constant danger of discovery? Maybe even while desperately trying to get stronger to help those they left behind?
Imagine the rest of the peak lords trying to do better and pestering their entire peak out of heartfelt concern with varying degrees of subtlety or complete lack thereof (Liu Qingge, obviously) about their pasts. Imagine one disciple panicking in secret because they think their shizun is on to them and tries to get them exposed, kicked out and arrested/killed, to the point of suffering a qi-deviation. And then luckily get help in time and find that said shizun and the rest of the leadership was just worrying for their well-being and that there's no need to hide at all.
Shen Qingqiu having been a slave is usually depicted as a very big deal, but then is often confined to aaww, poor Shen-shixiong, we misjudged you and are so sorry! Well, that's great, but if that's the case, how does this impact their worldview and behavior further?
tl;dr: More widespread dramatic reactions to jaw-dropping reveals, please! In general. Thoughtful insights and comedic nonsense alike. There's never enough of this!
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Memory Number 8 Sacrifice
Morning came and you could only tell from Lawrence's wristwatch that the sun didn't reach this cold basement. Mc was in bed she couldn't sleep all night knowing what she had done and with whom she had done it she couldn't feel more than a despicable being she knew that what she had done was to be able to survive and have a life outside of that basement even so she felt very alone Lawrence was sleeping peacefully on the other side of the mattress with only his white shirt and underwear mc, on the contrary, she was fully dressed as soon as Lawrence fell asleep she tried to clean the body with one of the bottles of pure alcohol, since not wanting to wastewater, he put on his clothes and tried to sleep without success until Lawrence's alarm went off pretending to be asleep so as not to see him.
Lawrence: (looks like she's still asleep but she's fully clothed that's kind of weird but I guess it's because she was cold women are more sensitive to cold who would say she'd do something like that in the middle of an apocalypse most adults are idiots feeling that they are superior because of their age, but I must accept that they were right in this I had never felt so good in my life so perhaps the drama they made when referring to this was not an exaggeration she asked me if she would have enjoyed it too, she he didn't complain about anything his face looked embarrassed but for me it's certainly lovely we didn't make much noise because of the zombies we're in the basement but it's better not to risk it I'm glad I could control myself because it certainly cost me too much I think I should go clean up, but the showers are on the second floor there shouldn't be a problem she should go take a bath too it must be uncomfortable after sweating so much, but I'd better go first and when I'm done I will not take her to bathe there is water in the tank it is not potable to drink but enough to bathe)
/Lawrence changed and quietly left the basement for the showers while mc got out of bed not knowing where Lawrence went cooking half a can of canned meat with a small pot of rice, salt, and what little pepper was left until Lawrence arrived in the basement to find mc serving on the plastic plates at the desks leaving the dishes ready/
Lawrence: wow you woke up in a good mood, you've never cooked before it smells great, enjoy
Mc: thanks, by the way, good morning
Lawrence: It actually looks good, it's not bad, thank you very much, sorry for not letting you know where I was going, I just went to the showers, after helping you clean up I'll take you so you can feel more comfortable. I know there are no things for the hair or anything like that but I got a bar of soap so that should suffice for now
Mc: thanks Lawrence
Lawrence: mc are you okay? I have no idea if what I did yesterday was okay for you, you didn't seem to dislike it anyway, I wanted to confirm if you feel okay
Mc: I'm just a little tired, that's all, don't worry, you didn't hurt me or anything like that, let's go to the showers? Lawrence: yes, of course, let's go
/ while mc is taking a bath, Lawrence is at the entrance of the bathroom trying not to let anything get close while he immerses himself in his thoughts /
Lawrence:(this should be enough to make sure she won't leave me and will obey me i guess after almost 3 months she finally broke and is in my total control psychology was right stockholm syndrome is powerful it doesn't matter if we now go to the safe zone she would stay by my side, but it doesn't seem wise to risk her in vain I wonder if only the safe zone would be closer if it were only I could try to climb as fast as possible I doubt those idiots realized the way zombies behave so I wouldn't have any distractions if she was safe in the basement there is food and everything I need how long would it take me to get a stable job 4 or 3 months maybe if I get it I'll bring her with me to a place where no one questions too much she wouldn't slave for the government and we could do what she wants so much it's decided i'll go to the safe zone i'll just get a nice position of power and bring her with me meanwhile she will be here safely locked up she would come maybe once a month to make sure she is alright)
/mc got out of the shower and they went to the basement together/
Mc: I need you to tell me what will happen? you decided we're leaving
Lawrence: I have a plan, I don't think you'll like it, but it's perfect, the best we could do is for me to go only to the safe zone, first don't make that face, listen to me.
If I go first with all the experiments I've done on zombies I'm very useful, I could show my knowledge and get a high position in the safe zone when I have it I'll bring you with me and we'll live comfortably and do just what you wanted I will not leave you alone at all I will come to see you once a month I do not think it will take more than 4months to get the job I'll make sure this is a safer place scaring away zombies is not a difficult task just trust me I would never leave you alone I do it because it's what you want and it's the best way you think
Mc: what you say makes sense, I want to trust you, but I'm afraid of being alone
Lawrence: I would never leave you I promise to keep my promise I'll come back for you just trust me /kisses mc's forehead/ wait for me understood I'll leave next week today is Friday meanwhile what could we do?
MC: Lawrence you are not afraid of what we did yesterday
Lawrence: No why should I be afraid?
Mc: Well, I had never done something like this in my life, honestly, I couldn't imagine doing it in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. I had no idea that I was going to do it so soon, I was only interested in studying, but I always thought that I would do it. I would always take great care of myself so that nothing bad happened to me
Lawrence: What happened did I hurt you in any way? Because you didn't tell me I would have stopped, I tried to be very delicate
Mc: no, that's not that, but I mean, you know in this new world there are no contraceptives or any way to avoid any accident and both of us are only very young and I don't want to have more problems in a world like this
Lawrence: I've never thought about it that carefully, but you're right, it would be irresponsible to bring more trouble when we can barely ensure we have food for ourselves, let alone someone else, it was very irresponsible of me not to think about it
Mc: I don't think there will be many problems due to my schedule, but I don't feel comfortable or safe doing anything until I can ensure that we can eat 3 times a day.
Lawrence: I would never allow myself to be like those idiots who, even though they were poor, had so many children that looked like rabbits, it seems so stupid to think that you eat with love
Mc: yes you are right
Lawrence: Don't worry when I go to the safe zone, I'll get the stability we need at all costs and we won't have to worry about that
Mc: why can't go with you from the beginning?
Lawrence: I would work too much and the food we will receive will be less than what you will eat here you would be hungry, cold, and tired unnecessarily, part of me could not concentrate 100% on achieving a high position, it is putting yourself at unnecessary risk and allowing those idiots of hurting you because I would need to be attentive almost always to get the job and I couldn't protect you as necessary
Mc: seeing it that way you're right, it's unnecessary to go through all that
Lawrence: you have nothing to worry about, the only way for me to get away from you is death, I will never let you go, we will always be together until death does us part.
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-> Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x f!reader witch
-> Summary: Geralt of Rivia faces the impossible: he is defeated by a monster and, in the middle of trying to escape after being severally wounded, finds a cabin, where a witch who knows what he needs, cures him.
-> Rating: +18
-> Word count: 2.2k
-> Warnings: smut, kinks including breeding, rough sex, neck biting until blood comes out, degradation, domination, a little bit of praise kink, dirty talking
-> Notes: i've been rewatching the witcher and reading lots of fanfics, i got so in the mood of writing a piece and i hope you enjoy it! <3
Geralt of Rivia rode through the dense, ancient Caed Dhu forest, his silver hair glistening in the dappled sunlight that filtered through the leaves. He had been on the path for days, following rumors of a dangerous creature that plagued the nearby village.
As he ventured deeper into the woods, he couldn't shake the feeling that this particular hunt would be different.
In the heart of the treacherous Caed Dhu, Geralt of Rivia, the renowned Witcher, found himself in a dire predicament. A contract had led him deep into the ancient woods, where he faced a foe more formidable than any he had encountered before. The beast, a grotesque hybrid of wolf and wyrm, had proven to be a match for Geralt's skill and swordsmanship.
As the moon hung low in the night sky, Geralt's silver sword clanged against the creature's impenetrable scales. The battle had raged for hours, and his strength waned with every strike. Blood oozed from numerous wounds, staining his armor and leather boots. His trademark white hair clung to his sweat-soaked forehead, and his golden eyes burned with determination.
But in a moment of miscalculation, the beast lunged forward, its jaws snapping shut around Geralt's forearm. Pain seared through his body as his bones cracked, and he let out a roar of agony. With a swift, desperate maneuver, he wrenched his arm free, leaving shreds of flesh in the creature's maw.
Battered and bloodied, Geralt knew he was outmatched. With a heavy heart and aching limbs, he made a fateful decision. He turned and sprinted through the darkened forest, leaving behind the monster he could not defeat. His every step sent waves of agony through his injured arm, but he pushed himself to the limit.
As he escaped, he couldn't help but reflect on his countless battles, his victories, and his unshakable resolve. Yet, this time, survival took precedence over valor. The Caed Dhu closed in around him, a labyrinth of twisted trees and shadowy threats. Geralt, the fearless Witcher, ran for his life, vowing to return to face the beast another day, once he had healed and prepared for the inevitable rematch.
Deep within the heart of the dense and mysterious Caed Dhu, Geralt of Rivia stumbled upon an unexpected sanctuary. The cabin's solitude was a haven for a Witcher in need, a sanctuary where he could mend his battered body and prepare for the inevitable return to the treacherous wilderness.
The cabin stood as a solitary sentinel in the depths of the forest, its timeworn facade hidden beneath a canopy of thick foliage. With aching limbs and a resolve unyielding as steel, Geralt pushed open the creaking door and stepped into the dimly lit interior.
Inside, the air was heavy with the scent of herbs and alchemical concoctions. The flickering candlelight revealed a modest yet well-equipped witch's lair. Shelves lined with vials of potions and bundles of dried herbs stretched to the ceiling. A cauldron simmered with a mysterious brew, its aroma tinged with both magic and healing properties.
He needed rest and healing. Inside the cabin, a fire crackled in the hearth, casting a warm glow across the room. The scent of herbs and potions filled the air, a telltale sign of a fellow witch's presence. He knew he wasn't alone.
From the shadows, your hooded figure emerged, revealing the gentle features of a young witch. You had been tracking his progress and had prepared the cabin for his arrival.
He got a closer look of you, which allowed him to see the medallion of the Viper, which matched your dark green eyes, that were glistening under the candle's light. You were, definitely, one of the few Witches left after the Trials that erased most of them from the surface of Earth.
Without a word, you approached Geralt and began to help him remove his clothes, your touch gentle yet firm. As the clothing fell away, his battle-worn body was exposed, covered in cuts and bruises. He hissed in pain as you examined his wounds.
"I'll take care of you, Geralt," you murmured softly, your voice soothing. You mixed herbs and applied salves, tending to each injury with practiced care. Your fingers moved with a grace born of years of training.
Geralt watched you work, silently grateful for your presence. The pain began to ebb away as your healing magic flowed through him, knitting his flesh together.
Once the wounds were tended to, you stepped back, your eyes meeting his yellowish ones with a warmth that belied the harsh world they inhabited.
"Rest now," you said, guiding him to a nearby bed. "You've earned it."
As he lay down, his body slowly relaxing, Geralt couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the kindred spirit who had tended to his wounds. In a world filled with darkness and danger, he had found a glimmer of light and solace in your healing touch.
Also, your touch brought up a slow burning fire within him, making him feeling the need in his body to bring you closer, to lick you, to taste you. He needed to show gratefulness by giving pleasure to you after healing him with such care and knowledge... as if you knew exactly how his body reacted to each one of the remedies you were using. That made the White Wolf groan in approval.
He couldn't help but grab your wrist before you stepped back, not applying so much pressure to hurt you, but enough strength to keep you where you stood. Your breath hitched in the back of your throat, making you stare back at his intense stare.
He started slowly and gently rubbing your inner wrist, where your pulse was accelerated, with his thumb calming it, you, without words, and no further movements needed.
"You're safe, Geralt. You made it home. Let me go, and you rest." You whispered, not wanting to break the calm and enchanted ambience. You don't know how you managed to sound firm, calm, steady and confident, but your tone left no doubts.
He kept staring at you, his jaw tense while the candles in the cabin lightened his skin, and you couldn't help but break eye contact and admire his body. His injured body. But, also, his fit figure.
Suddenly, Geralt pulled you into him without effort, and a groan escaped from him, low and deep. Something that made your body really happy, but you knew you couldn't risk hurting him more than he already was. You needed him fully recovered.
"If you want to keep that hand and arm, I'd suggest you let go." You had no choice but to warn him.
"I can smell you, Witch." He simply replied, his voice low and raspy, while not letting you go. You swallowed the lump in your throat, as you smelled his arousal, too. There was no possible denial in what was going around between you two, in that cabin, as the darkness of the night and the moonlit mixed with the candles surrounding you both.
With his other hand, he grabbed the Viper medallion hanging from your neck, pulling your face closer to his while keeping his firm stare at you. You could even notice the smallest of the dilation of his pupils in that position.
"After taking care of me, let me take care of your needs, witch." Geralt whispered. You knew fighting him was useless, and you couldn't deny the way your body was craving him, either. He tilted his body, not giving a flying fuck about his fresh wounds.
You stared down at his lips, and back to his eyes. He grinned a little before grabbing your medallion and pulling you close until both of your lips were a wet mess against each other, not even letting the air pass between you two.
You moaned against his lips, your groans and whines making him feel rougher and animalistic each passing second. His hands were everywhere on your body, not allowing even one millimeter of skin escape from his touch.
No previous warning, he ripped your dress from behind and continued tearing off your undergarments. You were speechless as you could only feel him. You tried touching him, but he didn’t allow that. He had you naked in front of him in a matter of seconds.
Furthermore, you looked into his eyes, waiting for his next move. "Geralt-" You were anxious for more of what he had to offer.
"You're exquisite, aren't you, witch?" He was appreciative of your exposed body in front of him, meanwhile using your condition as a pet name, which didn't annoy you at all.
He took your silence as an invitation to switch positions, grabbing you by a fistful by your long hair, having you bent over the same surface he was laying on not long ago.
Geralt directed his right hand to your pussy, moving his fingers between your folds while humming appreciatively at your wetness. The sounds filling the room, and the sights you had thanks to the little mirror that wasn't too far away on the wall in front of you, were too much to handle. It didn't take long for your thighs to begin to shake, and the White Wolf knew it too.
His hand, which was teasing you, was now wrapped around your small neck, pushing you down, taking out his digits, spreading you apart with his large girth, and slamming into your cunt.
As you wrapped your small hand around his, he tightened his hold on your neck, taking your gesture as an invitation to be rougher.
He tilted his body on top of your back, replacing the hold of his hand on your neck with his teeth burying in the delicate spot of your skin, as he kept slamming into your wetness, and you could feel his medallion swinging over you as his movement fastened, and his cock was buried deep, still pounding, into you.
"Ah, fuck, Geralt." You mumbled, not being able to keep your eyes out of the reflection in the mirror. The candles lightning his sweated skin, you underneath him as he dominated you on that unstable surface and his aura surrounding your senses.
Your hips began to move on his, as you needed that sweet relief. Geralt's bite on your neck became harder and you could feel and smell a bit of blood running down your skin, which heated up both of you even more, if possible.
His groans were louder against you, the slamming of his cock inside of you more frenetic and he dug his nails into the sides of your hips to keep you steady. He let go of your neck to press his mouth on your shoulder. "You're so fucking tight and behaving like a good girl," he moaned. "Keep milking me, witch, so I can breed you and fill you up with my cum until it oozes out."
The way he was talking to you, saying those things, had you closer to the edge. You needed to feel his cock pulsate inside of you, stretching you out and getting you full of him. Your moans were unstoppable as nonsense dripped out of your mouth.
"I wanna see those pretty thighs of yours covered with my cum." Geralt wrapped an arm around your waist to hold you in place as he circled your nipple with his thumb and index, pinching it.
“Yes, Geralt, yes." Your mind was blank, dazzled with lust and desire, almost making you forget your own name.
Your thighs began to shake, and he felt them, “Yes, witch, come all over my cock.” His encouraging, husky voice praised you. You called out the White Wolf's name, your orgasm hitting hard and uncontrollably, your head dizzy as you saw stars and lights in your vision.
You felt Geralt exploding inside of you, with a few more snaps of his hips against your ass you felt his girth tighten up, and a few more spurts of his cum filling you up as you rode off your orgasm.
"Fuck, you milked me so good, you emptied me, didn't you?" He moaned and grunted again as he felt your pussy tightening lightly on him. "What kind of witchcraft did you use on me, huh?"
He let go of your breast, not moving his position so you were still under his dominant figure while his cock rested inside of you, feeling your thighs sticky of his cum and other mix of fluids.
"Well, you loved the way I was curing you earlier and the attention I gave you, didn't you, Witcher?"
"I'm not one to turn down a healing session when I'm offered one." Geralt whispered in your ear, still not getting off you. "But what's the catch?"
You smiled, feeling chills down your spine. "The catch is, I get to pamper every inch of you and make sure you're completely healed."
"I think I can handle that kind of catch."
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Love at first sight - life and death
Pairing: Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra x F!reader ( aka Mini MacTavish)
Summary: Life doesn't always play a fair game.
Takes place after Epilogue of the main series.
Part I, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4,Part 5,Part 6,Epilogue
Warning: M Rating. inaccuracies to medical and military related. discussion of injuries. ANGST.
A/N: Thanks @gamergirlbones helping me with Spanish phrases.
and to @siilvan for putting up with me for breaking her heart.
not beta nor properly proofread. sorry.
Part of RUDY FEST fic. Thank you @glitterypirateduck the wonderful CoD fanfic and fanart curator for organising another festival :D you are awesome.
Prompt used: I'm not leaving you, You have to leave, your life's in danger
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How ironic.
The rescuer needs to be rescued.
Your ears are ringing, vision blurred with all the dust in the air. Without looking down, you know you are bleeding out.
Slowly turning towards your left, you can see two of your fellow medics lying motionless on the ground.
Are they still alive? If not…
Who are their next of kin? Oh, you need to retrieve their dog tags. The paper work..
Ouch. Why does it hurt so much? That’s right.. You are injured. But where?
“MINI! Stay with me!”
You know that voice. But where is he?
“Oh, hello love. There you are.” you replied, blinking your eyes a few times, trying to flush out the blood that is currently blurring your vision. Finally you spotted the owner of the voice.“ You shouldn’t be here.It’s not safe.”
Bit of deja vu? Last time this happened, you were the one who was on the other side, trying frantically to save Rudy’s life. How the tables have turned.
“I am not leaving you.” Rudy replied adamantly, with a hint of panic as his eyes scanned your body, and the surroundings. “You are going to be ok, cariño, I promise. Stay with me. Please.” he pleaded as he started to open his emergency med kit, doing whatever he can to save his love from dying in front of him.
“Go. Don’t worry about me.” You tried to lift your arm, but you couldn’t. That’s when you notice half of your body and arm are pinned underneath the boulder and debris.
“Oh.That’s not good.” you try to laugh, but all you could manage was a shuddered breath.
“You muppet, of course it’s not good.” A lower, grumpier voice joined in. “How can you still be laughing in this situation?”
“Oh, hello,Captain.” You slurred. It’s harder and harder to keep your speech and head straight. “You have to leave, your life's in danger. Take that man with you too, while you are there.” you jerked your head towards Rudy, who is currently radioing for medevac, causing a pounding headache. Everything is starting to hurt. It’s getting so hard to breathe. You thought.
“Tell Soap and the team I love them…” you wheezed as you tried to convey your last messages to Price. “Tell Soap I’m sorry I ate his chocolate cookies….”
“Stop giving out your last words. Medevac is on their way.” he reassures you, or is he trying to reassure himself? The sadness you can see through his eyes, you know you are probably not going to get out of this.
“What.. is.. them…are my teammates ok?” you look at the two bodies again, worrying. “We can’t lose those two.. They are the best we got…” tears start to flow out. They are your brother and sister in arms, three of you have been through countless life and death situations. Is this where the three of you will partway?
“They are still breathing, last time we checked. We don’t want to move them. Worry about yourself first, cariño. Just concentrate on your breathing.” Rudy replied as he caressed your hair, soothing you. You always love his hand, how calming it is, how safe it makes you feel.
“Oh good.” you slowly close your eyes. At least someone will stay alive today.
“Come on, keep your eyes open for me, cariño, talk to me.” Rudy’s voice is getting desperate, trying to keep you awake until the medevac arrives. The help just doesn’t seem to come fast enough. He can’t lose you. Not here, not now, not for another long time to come.
“Hey Rudy.”
“Yes love.”
“Do you remember the day we first met?”
“Of course cariño. How could I forget?”
“Hey Rudy.”
“Yes mi vida.”
“You love me??”
“Of course.Mi corazón late por ti”.
“....”
“Cariño?”
The last thing you heard before you sank into the complete darkness was the anguish cry of Rudy, screaming out for you.
Mi corazón late por ti : My heart beats for you.
NOTE: Sorry it's a short one. I am just so tired from work conferences and travelling. part 2 might not come out in time for end of Rudy fest :(
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Prompts and rules 2023
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The event runs from 20 November to 26 November. You can submit your work on ao3 to the FoundersWeek2023 collection, if you like.
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[image desc.: Kid Hashirama and Madara sit on the prompt list. The title reads "The Founders Week2023". The prompt list follows: Day 1: lingerie / reincarnation / unlikely friendships/relationships
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Alternative prompts
Without a sound
They disappeared
Without a sound
God interfered
We all witnessed the rapture
And we mourn for those
Who got lost
In the great divide
Blind Guardian - Let It Be No More
Summer's in the air and, baby, heaven's in your eyes
I'm your national anthem
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Enjoy memories, yes, but don't be a slave to who you wish you once had been.
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