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zarnzarn · 3 years

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Stolitz fic rec!!

I'm going to just drop my favorite stolitz fics here.

They run at night by @wearemisfortune

Blitzo is always moving because when his body stops, his mind races. This almost always leads to a terrible fucking idea.

Tonight is no different—but the result will be.

-lovely angst, lovely climax, and it captures Blitz's line of thinking in a serious tone but in a way still feels authentic to the character. And I'm ALWAYS a sucker for the sheer unconditional trust trope.

Junctures by @sluttycrimehat

To everything, there is a season.

-I still am in complete awe of how the author managed to fit so much in such little time. The bit at the end always fucking gets me, I love it so MUCH.

The last general by @curtailed

It's in a month after, with Stolas spent and lying on his side, that Blitzo finally musters up the courage to tell him.

-Hello??? BEAUTIFUL post-harvest moon fic, wonderful vibes, love how well they know each other in this one, the trust is amazing. Love it.

You got everything that I want by @bipridemoth

Stolas can’t recall a time where “love” wasn’t synonymous with “pain” for him.

With Blitzo, it’s not love. So, there’s no pain. Stolas doesn’t let there be pain, at least not emotionally, the physical pain is something he quite enjoys. When Blitzo leaves after their monthly night together, he doesn’t allow himself to feel pain, only anticipation of the next time. He likes that there’s always a next time, even though that’s because of his active incentive more than anything else. But that’s alright, he doesn’t want Blitzo to come see him without an incentive. He deserves favors in turn for what he’s giving Stolas.

-Stolas angst!!!! The angst really is delicious in this one, with just as nice of a happy ending. Blitz is confident about the relationship, which is Wonderful to read and the "I know where this is going" segment had me in TEARS.

Between fairy tales and realities by @coloringthegreyscale

Blitzo's a complicated imp and Striker and Stolas accept that. But what happens when the two worlds he's made for himself collide together for one night? Well...

-Okay, so yes, this is striker/blitz/stolas, but it's so good. All three of them have a lovely dynamic, managing to work out somehow, with powerful Stolas, wonderful Blitz and a HILARIOUS Striker. Go read the series, it's a lot of fun and has many cute interactions that made me smile.

The look by @seireileafy

Blitz has been noticing a change in Stolas.

-It's such a CUTE drabble, I adore when one person can tell the other is pining for them, and the LAST LINE FUCKING GETS ME EVERY TIME-

Instead I made my bed with apathy by @thebooklord15

Just like every night before this one, Blitzo glared at the form next to him, already lulled into the bliss of slumber. He had never meant for things to turn out this way-he’d gotten the grimoire already, he didn’t need this man and from the way Stolas treated him it was clear he did not need the imp either.

And yet.

-Jcjdkafj this one is so GOOD I love blitz being pissed off yet too deep in to stop, and like I've said for others already THAT LAST LINE, PLEASE-

Call and response by anon

It was a love story, maybe.

-short but deliciously angsty, with some beautiful imagery, really nice dialogue, and time-doesn't-exist-in-this-motel-room vibes. Love it.

Shovel proof by @kereea

Octavia tries to give Blitzo the shovel talk. He decides to help with that.

-FUCKING cute, love the Octavia/Blitz dynamic, and it has snappy fun dialogue!! Really sweet.

Reaching out, touching me, touching you by @allmightshipserasermic

Stolas hasn’t been able to preen sufficiently in quite awhile, since Stella refuses to do it for him anymore. Blitzo offers to help.

-PREENING FIC is there anything more I have to say?

The skin you could have by @coloringthegreyscale

Stolas catches Blitzo staring and it leads to some talk, some magic, and a little bit of fun.

-Again, BEAUTIFUL dynamic between the two, lots of angsty tenderness, and lovely body imagery.

Different shapes by @sirdust

“Before the exorcist, he taketh the image and shape of a man.”

Blitz catches a glimpse of Stolas’ human form.

-okay, practically a direct opposite of the previous fic, but SO GOOD, I can't describe it. Love the imagery and their comfortable relationship.

A helluva mess by @stratumgermanitivum

It’s not like Stolas isn’t a hot piece of ass, because he is.

And it’s not like Blitzo’s blind or anything, because he isn’t.

It’s just that there’s pleasure, and then there’s business, and never the twain shall meet. (Unless he finally gets Moxx on board with that threeway, in which case, Blitzo fully intends to christen every damn surface of the office except his precious Loony’s desk.)

-AMAZING, love the pining and denial on both sides it's so great especially since you can tell both sides know that they've messed up. Again, LAST LINE!!

Eat the whole cake (it's what you deserve) by @okoyik

"His Highness is on the phone for you, sir," Moxxie says.

Blitzo makes a face. "Who?"

"Stolas," Moxxie supplies, as if that's supposed to help Blitzo understand. His expression is surely one of complete confusion as he stares at the other imp.

"Who the fuck is Stolas?" Blitzo asks slowly, racking his brain for a face to put to the name.

Blitzo's memory starts to slip, and all he knows is he needs that owl that seems to haunt his nightmares to stay away.

-HELLO it's only on one out of four chapters for now but it's already SO GOOD I can't WAIT for the rest!!!

Stand tall, but your hands are shaking by @remymorton

It’s been a month since the Harvest Moon festival. Another full moon night arrived, and after that... Blitz ... He's not well.

-wordless cute comfort, truly very sweet, I love it.

Palaces and souvenirs by @cloudysonder

So Stolas is objectively. Objectively. Attractive. Kinda soft-looking, sometimes. Pretty. Whatever. Fuckin’ whatever. That’s always been a thing. Blitzo knew that, Stolas definitely knew that-- whatever.

"This is not," Blitzo thinks, sounding a little bit desperate even to himself, "some sort of revelation."

His flicks of the lighter get a little more unstable, a little more frustrated.

A clawed hand reaches over and takes hold of the lighter, lighting Blitzo’s cigarette with practiced ease, as if he’d done the same thing a thousand times before (He has, Blitzo realizes).

“Silly Blitzy,” he giggles quietly, giving Blitzo a soft pat on the head before curling up beside him, stretching one last time before closing his eyes to sleep.

Blitzo feels warm.

"This," Blitzo tells himself, and it sounds like a command, "will not be a problem."

-I saw the start of this fic on Twitter and have been following it religiously ever since. It's really a gorgeous fic, three chapters up, with the promise of a Great slow burn, fun dialogue and Octavia & Blitz bonding. The level of denial Blitz is in even as he moves comfortably around every aspect of Stolas' life cracks me tf up.

Can't by @hazbincalifornia

Blitzo realizes he feels something something that he doesn't want to feel. This was supposed to be simple.

-feelings realization fic, wonderful, amazing, lovely, also the exact same way I realized I was gay, funnily enough (girl fell asleep in my lap and I was like oh. Oh fuck.)

Too late to stop by @malkaviancake

Stolas spends some time with his thoughts, realizing that his feelings for Blitzo aren't as one sided as he presumed.

-GORGEOUS vocab, I'm truly very obsessed with it. Like most of these stories, LAST LINE!!!!

Itchy with want, thin on sleep by me

It happens in parts- both falling in love and having his eyes opened.

-I will,, finish this one day, but for now here's a few in between moments before they have The Conversation.

Heaven in hiding by me

Their nights together are good, they always are, both of their tastes lining up to be shockingly compatible, but on the days where they end early and they get to spend some extra time cleaning up in comfortable silence or playful banter- and Blitz would rather take a bullet than admit this out loud- but those nights are pretty great too.

-AFTERCARE FIC, I had to write an aftercare fic ft. Good dom Blitz, Stolas taking care of him in return and a comfortable relationship that they both know is going to cause Problems in the future :)

Love in the bones and sinews of this curse by me

Five times Stolas and Blitz needed the grimoire to break a curse + one time they didn't.

-self explanatory. I tried to make it as funny as possible, everyone bickers a lot and Blitz brings Stolas flowers and gifts, what more could you need?

Life is a curse (love makes it worse) by me

"Alright!" Blitz says, clapping his hands together, "Weapons out, and-"

Half pull out some gun or the other, but half just look at him blankly. Blitz wishes for death.

"Save me from this family," He mutters under his breath, "Okay. Take these then." He passes out the few weapons he'd brought along with him and doesn't ask if they know how to use them because if he hears a no, he's giving up and going back home. "Stick close and talk loudly so the others can hear us. Let's go."

They move out, Blitz taking the lead and the rest forming a circle close behind him, starting up a loud conversation about the neighbour's garden. It gives him enough time to wonder exactly what the fuck he's doing here, in a nightmare world with a bunch of pretentious snobs, searching for his stupid Ars Goetia boyfriend, instead of sleeping in his nice lumpy bed back at home.

-a sequel to the previous fic!!! I had to write some Octavia and Blitz bonding, and accidentally added in a bunch of teenage imps who work for Stolas who imprint on Blitz immediately. And there's Eldritch Stolas, protective boyfriends and found family!!! The whole shebang!!!

This ended up being Much longer than I'd expected, but genuinely every fic up there is really good, go check em out!!!!

#stolitz #blitz #blitzo #stolas #helluva boss #PHEW im exhausted #stolitz fic rec #stolitz fic recs #stolitz fic #helluva boss fic rec #my fic #i mean i put some of my fics up there so #also to all my mutuals in this post ily #stolas x blitz #stolas x blitzo

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writing-frenzy · 4 years

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Plz let Airplane be EVEN MORE Awesome - Fic Rec Part Duo

*Stares at all the notes my last post got* Nice to know we are all just as Thirsty for the good boi as Mobei-Jun is.

So Thus, I have decided to make another! (Smashes the post button) Since there was a lot, I just decided to make another post.

here we go kids, more of that good Airplane love... alongside that good quality Moshang because I am biased~

(Plz share if you find more!)

a cup of vinegar, a spoon of sugar by Shamelesscooper - “Your timing certainly is impeccable, my lord,” Wei Wuxian groans, rubbing his back. “What brings you here for the second time in as many nights…?” “I left my cloak,” Mobei-Jun says, shooting Wei-Wuxian a dirty look as the bird demon shrugs his robe back on.“You certainly did!” Shang Qinghua exclaims, crossing his arms quite crossly. “You can’t just leave your things everywhere, my king!” Mobei-Jun’s hard stare refocuses on Shang Qinghua, and he can’t help but shrink back, hurriedly rummaging around in his qiankun pouch for the offending garment. As soon as Shang Qinghua finds it, Mobei-Jun takes it from his hands and throws it over his shoulders, breathing in a deep sigh as if it relieved him to have it there again. If you miss it so much, why did you even leave it behind?! Shang Qinghua almost wants to say, but he is quite fond of his head, actually, and would rather Mobei-Jun not take it off his shoulders, thankyouverymuch.

--Shang Qinghua is tasked with escorting the leader of the Yiling Carrion Tribe to Gusu, and it'd be fine if only Mobei-Jun would stop poking his (gorgeous, beautiful, drop-dead handsome) head in!

*Evil grin* here we have a delicious rare side of Jealous Mobei, Shang Qinghua doing something that most MDZS fans dream of doing once, and a side of shamelessness from our favorite ‘Lovebirds’ XD Not to mention how steamy it gets~

You Will Never Step Lightly In The Dark by Janusoverlord - Shang Qinghua wakes up in the aftermath of Tianlang-Jun's rampage on Cang Qiong Mountain and has to navigate the delicate political situation he now finds himself in. Luo Binghe is building a harem with Shen Qingqiu as his first, and honestly most terrifying, husband. Yet, Luo Binghe seems to be turning his eyes to Shang Qinghua as a possibility as well. Excuse you? What is this? He didn't sign up for this!

Okay, make sure you read the tags kiddies because uhhh, this has some themes to it. It is also part of a series as well, but I read it stand alone and it does good with how it explains things; as it is...

Let me just say, Luo Binghe does not know what he just got into; all mortals will bow to the might of our lord Airplane! I really did like this and I am tentatively on the fence about reading the rest of the series, because the writing is so damn good but we will see how my ship cravings twist.

With Ink and Sword by xnemone - Shang Qinghua is appropriately nervous when he passes the Imperial Exams only to be assigned not to the Emperor’s palace, but to the barren lands ruled by a lord known to be as ruthless as he is cold. Although his friend and confidant Shen Qingqiu gives him a sympathetic smile and a mountain of furs before he sets off, Shang Qinghua feels less than reassured.He expects ridicule, a harsh regime, even rejection. What he does not expect is for Mobei-Jun to take one look at him among all the scholars and servants of his palace, and proclaim him his.

Now, this is such a good story, I love it, is makes me feel happy and squishy inside with the good Moshang, and you know what? It has my new favorite thing in the world!

Shang Qinghua calls Cucumber bro out! AND IT IS GLORIOUS!!! (Seriously, why does this not happen more often?)

Good Vibrations by Feynite - In Shang Qinghua’s defense, this whole trope was originally something he’d only ever written in for Sha Hualing, for precisely one scene.

In which I actually feel ashamed for forgetting such a treasure. Like, Feynite is a wonderful wordsmith, invoking so many thoughts and good shit with their words and characters, and by god do I end up just loving them even more then before.

This story passes the Vibe Check! (Luo Binghe also gets a Vibe Check~)

From Your Perspective by cozycitywitch - It was nothing more than a curse, probably, and surly the witch doctor could fix it? So what else was Shang Qinghua to do inside Mobei Jun's body until the end of the night? He couldn't be blamed for his curiosity! He was only a man! Or the one where Moshang switch bodies and Shang Qinghua can't help himself.

Now, this is a lovely, spicy lime where while there is no big action or technical awesomeness going on, it does have some wonderful images; Shang Qinghua’s hamster body with the aura of a king, him showing off being intimating which means Shang Qinghua can indeed be scary, it is something that could happen if he has the motivation for it.

Not to mention this is just a hot story all around~ (My kingdom’s for My King’s POV on this~)

ham hunt by jets_adjacent - There's a wolf at Shang Qinghua's heels and his only thought is: Northern mating rituals are a pain in the ass.

This is a really, really good A/B/O fic; it also shows just how tricky and sneaky our Shang Qinghua can be, as well as a mischievous side I just love seeing in our favorite Peak Lord. And let’s not forget the spicy goodness of this fic, which is really tasty~ (And can I get a shout out for consent and negotiated kinks!)

In which healthy relationship skills are forcibly brought into Proud Immortal Demon Way by two bros by Rafaela271412421 - Look, if no one is going to give these people friends and healthy relationships then by GOD, I WILL do it myself! It's about two bros bringing healthy relationships into PIDW both intentionally and not. Gods and deities, accidental and not, will also be included. Also, it's in bullet point format, so you’ve been warned.

ahahahahaahhahahahaahaha! I love this fucking outline/bullet points presentation, it is something I always end up going back to and giggling like an idiot. The is really a healing piece, my crops have been watered, my face is clear, and Airplane and Cucumber Bros go completely feral~ I love it, I want to propose marriage~

trinkets for a king by jets_adjacent - Shang Qinghua gives many extraordinary gifts to his King. His King finally catches on. --aka: Mobei Jun has never been courted by a human before.

So, this is a wonderful subversion of the ‘Mobei-Jun courts/plans his wedding to Shang Qinghua all the while said man is unaware’. like, it is so cute and I love jelly Airplane; it gives me life. Also, one of the few we see Airplane taking full advantage of all his author knowledge and using it for the devious plans~

The Southern King and The North Star by Luuplup - A series of meetings between the Southern King and a cultivator. The happy moments, the romantic moments, the sad moments.

Another really cute Role Reversal I find I greatly enjoy, with a very competent, beloved Lord Demon!Airplane :D it makes me happy when I read it, I end up wanting to hug something~ It seems like it will be a slow burn, what with our favorite moronsexuals, but oh is it delicious seeing the buildup~

under a wicked star by tagteamme - Caught unaware, Mobei Jun is kidnapped for leverage. On the eighth day, Mobei Jun is broken out of his trance by the sound of something being tossed into his pit. It’s a lot lighter than what they throw food down in. He realizes that today, he is not tied down.When he moves off the bed, he does not need the canopy post to support his weight as he stands up. The object on the floor glints in the firelight, and Mobei Jun crouches to pick it up. His face is immoving; slowly, he turns the An Ding peak lord crown in his hand, looking at the blood-soaked metal through the light.

SQH to the rescue! Alongside some good old fashioned angsty Moshang miscommunication but with Mobei-Jun’s POV this time, and some absolutely good steamy good times for all XD

we seal our fate by ketolic (corrose) - All things considered, it really was sort of obvious. Hey! Anyone can be a genius in retrospect. Hindsight is 20/20! Besides, who can blame him! He'd never written about this facet of Mobei Jun's life before! Still...considering all the times he'd gotten his hands on Mobei Jun's sealskin, he's sort of shocked that it took him so long to figure it out.

:D This story makes me giggle uncontrollably, and still finds ways to unexpectedly stab me in the heart. I love it! Not to mention we get to see SQH be awesome! Sure, he flails around as he does it, but busts out the fighting moves and even fits a rescue in there! So good, so in character, I love every watery moment of this fic... good thing I’m so thirsty- (Is shot)

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But yeah! These are some more good stories I found, some a bit more- urrrr- thirstier then others~ you can find the first thing of Fic Recs Here! And Plz, share more awesome Airplane whenever you have a chance~

#SVSSS #Scum Villain Self Saving System #Scum Villain Self-Saving System #Shang Qinghua #Moshang #Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky

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theoriginalsuki · 4 years

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Because if you like what I write, we probably have the same taste!

There’s a glut of well-written, well-crafted post-TROS Star Wars fanfiction out there, from fix-it to AU’s – not that I’m complaining! – but I’m-a just throw out some of the ones that have hit my sweet spot. Please reblog! It keeps the fic life cycle going.

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The Ocean: A TFA Divergence by Journeying_Jane

I’m a die-hard TFA Kylo Ren fangirl (it’s my favourite of the trilogy, I know), and this divergence tugs the threads unravelled in the interrogation scene to a very satisfying conclusion, re: Rey and Kylo see their shared future a lot sooner, before the elevator scene in TLJ, and start to understand what they mean to one another. Soooooo good. (Rated G)

Air and Water by Flaignhan

The tender and thorough examination of Ben and Rey’s relationship, what it is, how it completes her, and their wholesome being-together that we ache for across three films. Better than cozying up with a hot cup of cocoa on a rainy day. (Rated G)

What She’s Worth by g_girl143

If Rey had been taken in by the Jedi Academy as a child and basically raised by Ben Solo. Hear me out. This love story is innocent and organic and is so well navigated that by the end you’re just like, yeah, of course, there was no other way that could have happened. The *potential* is what it gives us. I need to read it again, slowly and to savour, and happily await the sequel! (Rated T)

Dead Space by Solia

Kylo Ren sacrifices himself to save Rey when they are stranded in a malfunctioning ship. If you’re like me, and you like angsty grand gestures of love more than sexy times, this one is gourmet Reylo. I’m so into the not-looking-directly at their feelings and extending that sweet pain for as looooong as possible. Because, one brain cell! (Rated G)

Paradise by englishable

Post-TROS, the only epilogue I will accept (except for Cleave, also by englishable). Ben is brought to trial; Rey stands by him throughout; they figure out how to go on together. It’s so wholesome and satisfying. Let the healing begin! (Rated M)

Near Kinsman by englishable

In post-Civil War America, Rey answers a bachelor ad and the most classically romantic love story since the Brownings unfolds. (Rated T)

Delicious Ambiguity by Juulna

Some people like smut. I like dangerous male-types harnessing their aggression toward protecting women and their unborn children. That’s hot. Some good TFA Kylo Ren being inexplicably soft with Rey and her Force-conceived twins. Both of them have issues. Both of them really, really love those babies. It earns the happily ever after, which you know I appreciate so much in a fic. (Rated M)

until you return to me by lovefrompluto

Rey accesses the WBW and looks in on every incarnation of Ben, all the lives they live together. Such a cool meta on fanfics with a satisfying ending, giving Rey the agency she was denied in TROS. (Rated M)

Killing Me Softly by AlbaStarGazer

I’m not a big AU person but the premise of this is so good and works really well with the characters as we know them in canon. I also really appreciate a fic that isn’t afraid to look at the work of love.

Ben and Rey, childhood sweethearts, married, are put to the test for three years after Ben gets in a terrible accident and forgets Rey. She’s won’t give up on him, but she’s too hung up on the past. He’s in love with her but afraid that all she sees is a memory, and not the person he is now. Some really good character study and hurt/comfort with a happy ending.

WIP’s

The Argent Coda by BetweenTownleys

A deeply involved and well thought-out fix-it that makes me soft. It’s not happily ever after (yet) and I am 100 percent okay with that. The Force bond intimacy between Ben and Rey hurts soooooo good! (Not Rated)

Conversations by acowlorsomething (suchlostcreatures)

Takes place after TLJ and moves effortlessly into the kind of interaction we want to see between Maybe-Ben and Rey. Okay, what *I* want. Nothing too easy, nothing too sexy, more of the same of the tender conflict we got from The Last Jedi, playing out in a believable way. (Not Rated)

Bride of Fortune by SharKohen

Cute arranged marriage AU. Rey is supposed to be a lucky bride. So Leia Organa-Solo brings her into the household as her son’s wife. They’re only young, so will they have time to chose one another before the age of consummation? (Rated T)

Chains by Veggieheist

Rey is a slave on Jakku. Kylo Ren picks up on her Force sensitivity and “buys” her. Cue side comments from everyone that he just wants to sleep with her, to which he is bewildered and frustrated. Kylo doesn’t understand why someone so powerful would act so lowly, but when he pushes Rey hard, he finds out there’s more to her than he bargained for. Or did he see it all along? (Rated M)

hear my plea (and come save my life) by nouveaulove

Rey finds Ben alive but with amnesia. I’m so soft for pining and protective Rey having to woo back Ben. (Rated M)

Halfway, Between The Black and Grey. by PunkForTheMoment

Anakin helps Rey go back in time to the interrogation scene in TFA and she is anything but smooth. Inspired by that meme. Very promising!

My Fic

Epilogues by TheOriginalSuki

My initial self-help fic in the wake of The Rise of Skywalker. Kinda dream-like with a hazy plot that is basically me just making myself feel better. Maybe you too? Some mature content, I don’t think it’s smutty, though. (Rated M)

Rey goes into self-imposed exile on Tatooine. After refusing to let Ben go, they break the laws of physics to be the family to one another they never had. Healing can at last begin.

Battlefield by TheOriginalSuki

After The Rise of Sywalker I could see things getting worse before they got better. If Kylo Ren had buckled down on the darkness after soul-crushing rejection from Rey and the trauma of seeing Luke again, how in the world would he walk back from that? I’ve got it tagged “dominant Kylo Ren” but I’m not into abusive stuff, so don’t expect that! I do however love the angst. (Rated T)

Kylo Ren took the galaxy, and Kylo Ren takes Rey. There’s nothing left for him to accomplish, Vader’s vision is complete – only he’s still in pain. And no matter how he manoeuvres around the scavenger girl, it’s not easing up.

what stars are made of by TheOriginalSuki

Me trying to make a place to dump one-shots and dead-end ideas and probably failing. Every time I pull a thread of “how things could have gone” in this universe, a whole world unravels! Oops! The tone of this one is completely different, inspired by the adorkable Ben Solo we got a glimpse of in TROS, and how he and Rey’s relationship plays out afterward. (Not Rated)

Rey has a minor objection to being abducted. Good thing Ben didn’t ask her, then!

The Stray by TheOriginalSuki for itsinthestars

Written for the RFFA fic exchange. A modern AU! (Rated T)

Rey moves in across the hall from Ben; a former foster kid alone in the city, aspiring to be an actress. Ben is a ladder-climbing white collar businessman with a horrible boss and zero social life. Which is just the way he likes it. So why in the world has this insufferable creature made it her life’s work to adopt him? From sharing her dinner to doing his laundry, she seems determined to make a connection. In the end, it’s easier for Ben to just let her. But opening up means letting your heart be vulnerable.

Hiraeth by TheOriginalSuki

A passion project. I even have a plan! Bonus – there’s Tai! (Rated M)

Rey crosses over the World Between Worlds and finds herself in a time before Kylo Ren. it’s been twelve years since her Ben dies, and she’s achingly in love. But he has no idea who she is.

Beatrice by TheOriginalSuki for englishable

Illustrates the principle that good art generates good art. Rinse. Repeat. (Raged G)

A brief character study from Ben Solo’s point of view, encompassing the three films and then a positive resolution.

#Reylo fic rec #Reylo fic #Reylo fanfiction #Reylo #Ben Solo #Rey #Star Wars fanfiction

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thewalkingfanfictions · 4 years

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Scarrs and Kisses and Lemon-Scented Skin -- Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter

Drarry Lime Thing — Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter (post Battle of Hogwarts)

Description: Draco finds Harry hiding in the quidditch locker room and finally decides to act on the feelings he's been hiding since the two first met. Light lime ensues.

⚠Warning⚠: kinda-sorta suggestion to past abuse and self harm, two repressed queers making out in a locker room like a couple horny teens, there's probably a curse or two. Spelling/grammar errors.

Genre: Lime. Pure, gay, angsty lime.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter (post Battle of Hogwarts)

A/N: I wrote this forever ago with the intent of writing an actual beginning to it, but obviously I never did that cause I'm a lazy bitch, so enjoy that weird ass beginning. This is set post war, and imagine that that one scene in the last movie (that was cut for some goat-fucking reason) (this scene) actually happened. Have fun with my sin, children.

Word count without A/N: 2492

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— So that's why, as he loped down the walk towards who-knows-where, Draco jumped slightly at the sound of the two's voices. He would not be exposed to that conversation again.

Making a quick about-turn, Draco sprinted down a different path, one that brought him closer to the quidditch quart than he would like to have been, the place didn't exactly hold happy memories for the boy. But, the two witches were still behind him, and coming closer every moment he waited.

And so, as a last ditch effort to avoid a confrontation with the two, Draco ran straight towards the closest changing rooms he could see. He didn't realize until a moment later that it was not only not the Slytherin rooms, but, infact, the Gryffindor ones instead.

And he wasn't alone.

"Merlin..." Draco whispered, gazing heavily at the back of one shirtless Harry Potter. His shoulders, rippling with gentle muscle, seemed even thinner in the murky light of the room, smaller, and weaker, and more attractive than the Chosen One should ever be. Continuing his silent gawking (as Harry had yet to notice his rivals presence) Draco began to notice more things about the boys body that would elseways be ignored.

How the skin hugged his ribs a little too tightly for his liking, how the muscles at the base of his spine rippled deliciously with every small movement. And, on a more disturbing note, the criss-crossing of thin scars that covered his entire back. Ones ranging between thin, sharp-edged lines, to thicker ones with pinkish discoloration, that still looked as though they might hurt even now that they were only scar tissue.

The sight caused an uncomfortable twist in Draco's heart, one that hurt him to the point that he thought he would rather have spoken to the witches.

But not quite.

"Merlin," he mumbled again, this time unintentionally louder, loud enough to warn the scarred boy of someone else's presence.

Twisting quickly around, wand now in hand, Harry Potter aimed the weapon at the intruder. Quickly realizing that it was the boy he dubbed to be his enemy, Harry began to prepare a spell in his head.

He didn't want to hurt Draco as he had before, with the spell he didn't know in the bathrooms, he hadn't meant to hurt him that badly then, either. In all honesty, he didn't want to hurt the ex-death eater at all. He had shown his reluctance to be on the side he was on during the war with the things he had done to help Harry, as small as they seemed to be.

When he witnessed Harry and the others being drug into his Manor, injured, bleeding, and hexed, he hadn't told the truth of who Harry was. He could have easily gotten the boy killed then and there, but he didn't, he helped him stay alive so that he could escape later, and save the wizarding world from that genocidal maniac. He ran back to Harry when he saw that he had not died as they all thought during the Battle of Hogwarts. He spoke of how he was forced into becoming a Death Eater by his father and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, and had never intended on going against Harry Potter and the rest of the wizarding world at all.

But he was here now, and Harry knew that he had seen the things that Harry had successfully kept hidden all of his school career. The scars that layered the boys back had stories, stories that he would rather not think about, let alone let anyone else learn about.

Coming back to reality now, Harry came to a realization.

Draco hadn't even moved to reach for his wand, hadn't even tried. And his face, his face didn't hold the mask of anger and a sneer as it nearly always did. Now it only held sincerity, a look that seemed so foreign on the boy, it almost seemed unreal. His sharp, pale features were dimmed down to a gentle visual caress, and his body seemed so much less tense than it usually was.

He actually seemed... gentle, for once...

Slowly, Harry began to lower his wand, though he still kept it held tightly in his hand. Making an effort to harden his features, the boy with the scar that everyone in the wizarding world knew about, and the many that nobody knew of, spoke, his voice uncharacteristically broken and vulnerable.

"What do you want Malfoy. Didn't you know that it's considered rude to walk in on someone when they're changing? I ought to hex you right now actually."

Though his voice held no real threat in it, Draco was still slightly fearful. The boy knew that he was already walking on thin ice with the ministry, and the school. One more fight –especially one with the boy he had been accused of trying to kill– would surely get him kicked from Hogwarts forever. Possibly even thrown in Azkaban with his father, a shiver ran down his spine at that thought. If he ever had to see that man again, it would be to soon.

But the look in the dark haired boys eyes, it was enough to make him want to brave the hell that the wizarding prison would be, if only it meant that he could reverse all of the pain that the smaller boy had been forced to endure through all of his short life. The vulnerability in his eyes, it made Draco wish to do nothing less than hold the boy in his arms and tell him that everything would be okay.

Of course, as much as he hated it, he was still bred and born a Malfoy, and Malfoys didn't do things like that. So he did nothing but hold up his hands in surrender and show a small, and what he hopped was a reassuring, smile.

"Hey there, Potter, you know you don't want to do that. And I mean you no harm, of course. No, I was simply trying to avoid a pair of banshees, and stumbled into here for refuge. Its not my fault that you're still here, didn't practice end two hours ago?" The boy internally chuckled at his jab at one of Harry's best friends, and her girlfriend.

It had, Harry knew, ended a good two and a half hours ago. However, Dean had stayed behind for a rather long time to converse with Harry, and he hadn't wanted to change infront of him, as he hadn't wanted the scars on his back to be known about by anyone other than their creator, and their wearer. Of course, that was over with now, as now his rival had seen them. At that thought, Harry reached behind him to grab for his shirt that lay just behind him, and attempted to pull it over his head with only one arm, the other still clutching onto his wand like a lifeline.

Still struggling to find the hole that his head was supposed to fit through, he heard a small chuckle from the other side of the room, echoing around the space of the building almost menacingly. An awful blush suddenly crept up Harry's neck. Oh, how miserable.

Without warning, a pair of cold fingers were suddenly against the skin of his abdomen, following the waistline of his shirt and helping to tug it down for Harry, who, immediately at the contact, became a blushing statue. Arms still thrown akimbo over his head, Harry held perfectly still as the boy he had nearly killed only a year back helped him dress after seeing him nearly half naked.

Finally, several struggling moments later, Harry's messy hair popped from the neck hole of the shirt, shortly followed by the rest of the boys head.

His face, much to Dracos delight, was flushed heavily, but seemed almost contented.

Standing this close to Harry, close enough to see the details on the boys face that otherwise he would never be able to see, Draco couldn't bear to make himself move. His hands still sat on Harry's waist, where he had just helped pull the rest of his shirt down to cover the scars that he was obviously ashamed of.

Their bodies, now close enough to touch, both began to heat up slightly, both boys hearts began to pound at an unnaturally heavy pace, but neither one looked away from the others eyes, and neither boy pushed the other away.

A small, content smile came across Draco's face as he looked into the others, his eyes were much greener than he had thought, almost the same color as the jade stones that speckled the ground all across the campus, but, there was something else, too. As much as it fascinated him, Draco noticed more than just the color of his orbs. It was the haunted look that lurked beneath them, that hovered just under the surface. The lines around his eyes that only came from years of having them clenched closed in fear, the thickness of the eyelashes that bordered the eyes he now realized that he loved, the smile and the frown lines that tugged at the corners of the ovals of his eyes. And all of it seemed so perfect when on the boy that hid behind them.

Draco could feel his hold on the boys waist become tighter as if by its own accord, pulling Harry's abdomen closer to his own than it had been before; and Harry couldn't find the strength to push him away, however much he knew he should. He found the grey-ish light that emanated directly from Draco's eyes to be a magnet that he couldn't escape from. His grip loosened on the wand that he still held in his hand, the 'click-click' of it hitting the ground at the duos feet barely heard through their little hypnosis.

Harry knew it wasn't right, being this close to the boy that had been dubbed his enemy since the very beginning, but the feeling if being held in the taller boys arms was almost addictive, and the look in his eyes was so gentle, so inviting, so unlike anything he had seen it as before. Harry found himself wanting to trust the Ex-Death Eater, and allowed himself to be pulled closer to the boys chest, craving the warmth that Harry never knew Draco could emit.

When Harry brought his hands up to rest on the others chest, Draco had, at first, been slightly afraid that Harry was going to push him away. Make him leave when all Draco wanted to do was get closer. Unable to help himself as an almost possessive feeling took over him, Draco found himself winding his arms entirely around Harry, instead of just letting his hands stay on the smaller boys waist, pulling him closer until their bodies were held flush up against each other, Harry's hands still settled on the muscle that flexed just under Draco's button-down dress shirt.

Draco also couldn't help himself as he moved his gaze down to Harry's slightly-parted lips, and inclined his head slightly, as if asking for permission to come closer, Harry happily obliged, tilting his head up at the same time. Their lips, close enough to brush, still didn't quite touch, both boys waiting for the other to make the first move.

Of course it was Draco to be the one that finally did make it, pushing his head down even farther to accommodate for Harry's shorter stature, Draco finally pressed his lips to Harry's.

The feeling was incredibly soft, softer than Harry thought Dracos lips might be (not that Harry had ever thought about it... not at all), and more comforting than he thought any feeling invoked by the once-enemy could be. The kiss was sweet, gentle, just oh so nice, Harry found himself pushing his hands up the others chest, and wrapping them around the back of his neck, tugging gently on the hair on the base of Draco's head, earning himself a low groan, and a tighter grip around the formers body. Liking the reaction he received, Harry tried it again, pulling harder on the blond boys hair. This time, Draco practically growled.

Backing Harry up until his back was pressed against the lockers, their kiss got harder, more demanding. Keeping Harry pinned to the locker with his own body, Draco began exploring Harry's body with his fingertips. Licking softly at the crease between Harry's lips, Draco asked for entrance, which was quickly given. Draco didn't even have to fight for dominance as his tongue mapped Harry's mouth, the more submissive boy simply giving in to him without any struggle.

Draco, who's hands had now moved from his waist, to Harry's hip, and neck, groaned again as he felt the smaller boy give a tentative tug to his hair. Reciprocating with a hard, yet not quite painful, bite to Harry's bottom lip, he found himself wanting to continue the sweet torture. The sound Harry made, the soft, keening whimper that drew from his lips had Draco shuddering.

Draco decided right then and there, that he didn't care what happened to him, so long as he got to hear those sweet sounds come from this boys lips; and he got to be the reason they were being made.

Pulling back slightly, Draco savored the new whimper that came from Harry at the loss of contact. Still keeping themselves in the same position, pushed up against each other until it was difficult to tell where one boy ended, and the other began, Draco took in the boys appearance. Lips swollen and red from the intensity of their shared kiss, hair even more mussed than usual, glasses very slightly ascue on his nose. Draco believed that the boy had never looked more attractive.

A small smile came to the blonds lips, and he couldn't be restrained –not that anyone had planned too– as he moved back down to plant his lips on the boys once again.

If the two had died and gone to hell at that exact moment, it wouldn't have mattered. The two, so entranced with each other that they probably wouldn't have noticed if they had died, held each other so closely that there wasn't any room for doubt or regret.

And on Dracos side, anyway, there was none whatsoever. Touching Harry, even being close enough to him to be able to notice the small things as he had this evening, was the happiest moment of his life, he decided. No matter how dramatic that sounded, or how much of a wanker it made him seem like, he was happy. For the first time in more years than he'd care to count, he wasn't so filled with his own self-loathing that it foamed over the brim and left scars on his wrists.

#Harry Potter #draco malfoy #drarry #lime #drarry lime #gay #kissing #cute af #drarry lime thing

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jenomark · 5 years

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Make You Feel Loved

○Pairing: Yuta x Reader (Female) ○Other Members/ Characters: Taeyong (very very briefly) ○Genre: very angsty + a lil’ smutty ○Warnings: i feel like there should be a warning for an abusive type of friendship/relationship here + sex ○Word count: 3,762

→Summary: You and Yuta recall a friends-with-benefits type of relationship you used to have that didn’t end well. When you run into each other and time didn’t exactly heal all, what will happen?

→Notes: ✨ Anon Requested✨pls do one where yuta is your bff and you guys always have sex when you're brokenhearted but he starts really liking you so he can't keep doing that anymore?? kinda angsty pls but it can have a happy ending if you want to!!

○ I definitely let my imagination run a little wild with this one. Sorry it’s a little sad. Thanks for the request!!

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You didn’t want to ruin the friendship. You knew there would be no going back if you made the first move. You had told yourself it wasn’t a good idea and had been through all the reasons why it would never end well. There had been movies made about relationships like these. People were not made to love in this way, and although you had lived your whole life in agreement with this, you still knowingly went through with it.

He was kind. He said all the right things that night. He had been your best friend through everything, never judging you in your weakest moments. You wanted him to be able to handle the weight of everything. He could take away the pain for a moment, a few hours, maybe. And you were both adults. That’s what you told yourself to make it better. You could make your own choices, and he had made his.

The first time was new. He felt familiar, in a way. He was a friend-shaped human with eyes so big and needy, a soft face for comfort. He looked at you like you stole the sun and placed it in your smile. It’s the only way you can describe how you affect him. A little harmless crush throughout life, and what you thought was an unbreakable mutual bond.

Yuta was good. He was better than what you thought. His body, lean and muscular from sports, knew all the right ways to make you forget. He fucked slow and fluid, treating your body like it was something he couldn’t get enough of. He was different from your other lovers in that he knew where the clit was, and he wasn’t afraid to make you know it.

You came quickly with him. Maybe it was the delicious sin of it all, the forbidden territory of man on top of you, or maybe it was a desperate need to feel something so badly that you settled for anything.

The second time was sweet. You were happy to be near him, to touch him, to let him roll over you. You couldn’t help but smile in the choke hold of heartache. Yuta was there to pick you up, to fuck you bent over counters and give you head on lazy Sunday’s while you watched trash television, him occasionally coming up for air to comment on the program. You set the tone for the future the second time when you led him to believe that life could always be like this.

You were selfish, you knew. Every time your heart would break from some loser, you would run back to him. He’d fuck you as a friend and then you’d fuck him over. You could feel that you were chipping away at his own heart, as big as it was. When you were feeling particularly rotten, you would ignore his calls and let him wither away.

You weren’t always like this, of course. Back when you took responsibility for the things you did and before you hated yourself, you were also kind. You took interest in Yuta and his music. You texted first. You took his feelings into account and let them rest in the crook of your arm to sleep, carrying them with you as a measure of importance. You’re not really sure when it had changed, but it was getting harder to head back to the start.

The third time you wound up at his door, he was visibly annoyed. It wasn’t fun or new or exciting anymore. He knew the way you tasted. He knew what you looked like when he made you came. It’s hard to lie to someone who knows your true orgasm face, especially if they choose to still love you even after you look that ugly.

“I don’t want to hear it,” he had said. “You let these people do this to you. It’s your own fault.”

Your face was streaked with tears. It wasn’t just about a man. Everything was going wrong in life and you needed an escape. Yuta was a safe haven, a place to remember who you were. He built you up from the ground.

“I know,” you said. “I’m stupid.”

You always got him like this: calling yourself names. Stupid. Whore. It didn’t matter. He was putty in your hands when you degrade yourself. Sometimes, he would worship your body. Other times, he would tuck you into bed. The third time, he tried shutting his front door in your face.

You should have ended it there. Let him pity you, if that’s what he had to do. Instead, you dropped to your knees and started clawing at his pants. You couldn’t stop crying. Why couldn’t you stop crying.

“Get up.” Yuta said.

His face always betrayed his real emotions. He wasn’t as angry as he wanted to be. The lines around his mouth were softening. He pulled you to your feet and told you to go home. When you didn’t, he invited you inside to calm down. Eventually, you fucked on his living room floor, your knees getting rug burn as you rode him.

It continued like this for sixteen months or so. You never really noticed time slip by unless you were miserable and then time seemed to slow. You weren’t sure of the time frame exactly, but you knew it had gone on for too long. The fourth time turned into the tenth time. By the fifteenth time, you wondered why it was him you kept going back to.

Yuta had fallen in love with you. You could feel it scratching at your insides whenever he looked at you. With him, you were always a ‘what if’ kind of mild curiosity. He’d make comments about how good you might be together. He would laugh about it but you knew he was serious. He wasn’t writing diary entries with your name in love hearts but he had stopped his entire life to wait for you, and that was worse.

“I could be married now,” he said once. “I could have a wife and kids and be living in the countryside away from this life.”

His cock was in your mouth at the time. You hated when he talked because he talked himself in circles, especially if he was particularly annoyed with why you had stepped into his life on a certain day. You tried sucking him into silence, but he kept going.

“It could be you.” he said.

You didn’t like playing with his feelings but you were terrified of being without him. If you could just keep him here in the moment, he would come to his senses and feel the way you wanted him to feel.

When you didn’t play along at all, he asked you quietly why you wouldn’t let him go.

The end wasn’t as explosive as you anticipated. He was so tired. He kept mentioning that there was this girl in his life that wasn’t you and how he wanted to be with her. It was serious, he had said.

“Okay.” was all you could manage.

“I don’t want to be friends with you anymore.”

“Okay.”

“It’s too much.”

“Okay.”

“I feel like I’m suffocating.”

You were angry at yourself for feeling angry at him. There was a vicious cycle happening where you ached to reach out to him and feel his mouth on yours. Your heart hurt. You never imagined that Yuta would be the cause of all the pain.

“Okay.”

“Is that all you can say? After all this time?” Yuta asked.

You asked him what he wanted from you. He paused. There were tears in his eyes that made you feel like the worst person in the world. He said there was nothing he ever wanted from you again.

Yuta was doing well. He never expected to see you again. Time had passed and words were exchanged and neither had been pleasant, but awkward. It had been a little over a year since you parted ways. They say that sometimes you have to let go of people who aren’t good for you, but they never tell you that those people take a part of you with them.

You looked pretty, a little older and more self-assured. He noted you were alone and trying to avoid him. He imagined this scenario a million times before. You would meet in a busy place and your eyes would lock across the room. Maybe he would smile, but that would be it. Your stories weren’t written well, but they were permanently etched on every corner of his heart. Admittedly, he thought of you from time to time. Never when he was happy.

“Hi,” he said.

Your smile was tight. It brought out all the ugly parts of you, he thought. Catching himself thinking negatively about you made him realize he was never quite over it.

For him, the first time was nerve-wracking. He couldn’t believe you had kissed him. He had always looked at you like you had stars in your eyes, but being so close to you and feeling your eyelashes against his face, made him panic. He was sure that is what you were seeing whenever you looked at him. Touching you made his hands shake. He was sure you could feel how anxious he was. He was very unsure of himself. He tried really hard to pass it off as excitement.

All Yuta could remember from that first time was how he held you.Your one complaint with the man before him was that he never held you enough and he made you feel unlovable. Yuta only wanted to make you feel loved. He never expected to be the one to fall in love.

You dated a lot. It didn’t bother him in the beginning. You were two different people on two different life paths. You were always honest with him and with your intentions. He knew you didn’t want anyone to get hurt.

The second time hurt. Yuta thought about asking you out on a real date. A romanticist at heart, he had it all planned out. He didn’t want to move too fast because you were recently heart-broken. Your ex was still texting you mean things you didn’t want to face about yourself, and Yuta felt there was a time limit on your attention. After sex, you mentioned how you were going to continue seeing your ex, which prompted Yuta to drop any thought of dating you from his mind.

He didn’t know why you had remained friends. You were half-assed at every relationship in your life, so why would anything be different with him. Once he fooled himself into believing he was special, but that’s how everyone in your life felt. Everyone was special and no one mattered. By the third time, he was going to end it so that he could save his pride. It was only twice and he could crawl his way back to the start of the line and begin again. He knew he couldn’t erase your mouth on his, or the way your fingers inched down his spine, but he could make it easier for you. He hated that everything ended up being for you. Himself included.

“I can’t do it, “ Yuta told his friend, Taeyong. “She’s inside of me. All over me.”

Taeyong listened intently but could offer little advice. He had never met you. He didn’t know what kind of sickness he was dealing with, couldn’t feel the way you wormed your way into people’s thoughts.

“Let her go.” Taeyong offered.

“If it were that easy, don’t you think I would have by now?”

Taeyong shrugged. “What’s so great about her, anyway?”

On days where you were truly present, Yuta loved basking in you. You were funny and clever. Your thoughts weren’t shallow but made him think deeply. You offered advice without him asking, and you were so damn strong when you wanted to be. Losing you meant losing parts of himself he thought he owed to you.

And then came the end. He was angry all of the time and it spilled over into his work life and his social life. You came over occasionally, fucked, and then left. You argued with him a lot about little things that he couldn’t change about himself. He felt himself beginning to bend, and sooner or later, either he broke, or the both of you did.

For the first time in his life, Yuta chose himself.

“Hi.” you answered back.

You were trying hard to make everything seem easy. This was a meeting between old friends only. You were too casual, even Yuta could feel himself relax a little.

“How are you?” you asked.

A million answers flashed before Yuta’s eyes. He had just gotten out of a long relationship with a girl he stayed friends with. She understood that he had a lot of emotional baggage because of you. He wondered if the rest of his life would be a revolving door of women who could see the way you were still existing in every crevice of his being.

“Okay.” he said, echoing your old words.

Recycled. That’s how he felt. You had thrown him out time and time again, always coming back to someone you thought would be brand new and ready to be used. It had gone on for so long that Yuta began to think of himself in the same way.

“That’s good.” you said.

You couldn’t remember talking to Yuta ever being this awkward. Conversation tended to flow in one way with him and it could be simple when it wasn’t about either of you.

“Yes.” Yuta said.

He looked different to you. Younger. More handsome. His hair was a little shaggy around his ears and it made him look like someone different. He even dressed better. You looked at his jeans, his button-up shirt and could see the touch of a woman. Jealousy reached out and choked you like the dominating bitch she was.

“Yes.” you agreed.

“I hate this.” he said.

You couldn’t help but laugh. He didn’t laugh with you, but you didn’t expect him to. He was always too serious for his own good.

“Are you hungry?” you asked.

“I already ate. I’m actually leaving.”

“Oh?”

“I’m on my lunch break,” he said. “But I work from home.”

“You’re alone?” you asked, looking around.

Time had changed you, he could sense it. There were callouses over your soft parts and they rubbed against the rest of you the wrong way. You were playing it too cool and acting like what he said couldn’t affect you, but he noticed the way you sized him up.

“Yes. Alone.” he said. “I broke up with my girlfriend quite a bit ago.”

At that, your ears perked up. You wanted to feed into his words but you knew he had latched onto your game right away. He always did know you better than anyone else.

“Me too,” you said. “Another day, another boy.”

“I guess we’re on the same playing field.” he said.

“Both of us broken-hearted.”

“I’m not broken-hearted.”

“Ouch” you said, softly.

People were moving around you on the sidewalk. You hadn’t even noticed you drifted outside of the lunch spot. Both of you were aware of everything going on around you : the construction workers using a jackhammer down the street, the slices of phone conversations from passerby.

“I should go.” you said.

“Always the first to leave. Not much has changed.” Yuta said.

You had the sense to look ashamed at his words. You opened your mouth to apologize but nothing came out. None of it would really change things, and there was something about moving forward that was addicting to you.

“It was nice seeing you,” you said. “It’s been awhile.”

Yuta was searching for a snide remark, but knew he had already won. He didn’t even know if what he won was worth it. He had lied about being broken-hearted, and against his better judgement, you still made him feel something for you.

“You too.” he said.

As you turned to leave, Yuta grabbed your arm and pulled you back to him. The kiss he placed on your lips was unemotional and stiff.

“What was that for?” you asked.

“I wanted to see something,” Yuta said. “If I had feelings.”

“And?”

Yuta shook his head no. The lie sat inside his mouth like a poison, but if he was going to die from it, so would you.

The way he shook his head made you ache inside. For you, the kiss brought back everything you had felt but never said. The feelings were confusing but they were there, simmering underneath layers of self-deprecation and narcissism.

Things moved fast. Yuta leaned in for another kiss. The way he felt made you dizzy and feel out of control. You constantly felt like you were chasing after something you couldn’t have. As he wrapped you up in his arms, only then did time begin to slow down long enough for you to catch your breath.

“My new place is around the corner,” Yuta said.

You didn’t want to let go of this moment. You wanted it stuck in your throat like a sickly sweetness.

“Show me the way.” you said.

Touching him was like a heart break you had to live through so many times. He felt like memories bottled up inside of you, fluttering against your rib cage, his kisses setting them free. You begged him to make you forget, but all he could do was make you remember.

Yuta loved to feel your skin warm with his touch. He loved the way your body grew splotches of pink whenever he dragged his teeth against your stomach and your thighs. He loved to part your legs and eat you out until his name became a whisper on your lips. He loved to make love to you, spooning you from behind and moving your hair out of the way so he could kiss your neck. He loved to fuck you, taking the time to learn what made your body feel good.

It was harder to be with you than he thought. All of the color had drained and so much of your lives was left in black and white. The sight of you made him want to forgive you for everything in the way an ugly painting evokes feeling. He touched the parts of you that became fleshy and stretched across the canvas. He didn’t feel like he was kissing the same person, but someone who was a cheap imitation of a person.

You sucked his cock like you could wash it all away with your spit, working at him as if he would praise how hard you were trying. Everything felt wrong. His cum tasted different. The way he looked at you was apathetic and cold. He moaned when you rode him, gripping your hips so tight his hands left marks, but he didn’t look at you like you were important.

When you were finished, your body hurt. You resisted the urge to curl up in a ball and cry. You wanted him to see that something was wrong, to come to you and make everything better. Yuta threw you the clothes you came in with and watched as they fell at your feet.

“I’m sorry.” you told him.

“It’s too late.”

It was getting dark outside. You didn’t know if he meant that you were too late for him, or if he was commenting on the time. The both of you had fucked the day away, but you were the only one unaware that he was fucking you away as well.

“I don’t know what to say.” you said.

“Seems to be a common theme.”

Yuta pulled on a pair of boxers. He went over and picked up the clothes at your feet and handed them to you a little more gently. You took them, but didn’t put them on.

“I really fucked things up, “you said. “Like I do everything.”

“Don’t.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You’re not sorry,” he said. “You do everything you want to do. You are one hundred percent who you’re supposed to be.”

You pulled on your clothes and brushed your hair with your fingers. Your mind was racing but none of the thoughts could formulate a coherent sentence. Moving on autopilot, you walked across the room to touch him but he rejected you.

“I’m also who I’m supposed to be,” he said. “I love you. I think I’ve always loved a part of you that didn’t exist, but that is my fault. I thought that if I never saw you again I would get something of me that i lost but you’re all over everything I eat, I touch, I breathe, I fuck. You’re a disease. How can someone I bring the best out of bring the worst out of me?”

“That’s not fair,” you said. “You let me in. We fucked up together. You don’t get to pin this all on me. You think I don’t love you? You think I don’t hate myself for what I did to you, to myself? I think about you every fucking day, Yuta. I always have, even though you deserve none of my bullshit.”

“Please,” Yuta said. “Enough with the ‘I’m a horrible person’ shit. I’m exhausted.”

Yuta pulled on the rest of his clothes and shut out his bedroom light, encasing you in darkness. You followed him out, trailing behind him like a petulant child.

“I hate you,” you told him. “You were a horrible friend.”

Yuta turned around and fixed you with a stare so hateful it made you stop in your tracks and retreat a little bit. He walked to his front door and tossed your shoes at you.

“This was a mistake.” he said.

You tried shoving on your shoes but the laces were too tight. You kept pulling at the strings, but the more you pulled at them, the tighter they got. Tears sprang to your eyes. You hastily wiped them away with the back of your hand.

“We had good times.” you said.

Yuta laughed. “I can’t believe you.”

“Well , believe it, baby,” you said.

You gave up on your shoes and stood up with them in your hands. You walked towards him. He stare was intense and unloving.

“I don’t want to say goodbye.” you said.

“I don’t want to see you again.” Yuta said.

He couldn’t keep count anymore. This was the last time.

#yuta #nct #nct 127 #yuta angst #yuta smut #nct smut #nct angst #ahhhh #this was fun to write #please forgive mistakes i haven't slept yet and i'm exhausted

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sweetmemories2606 · 6 years

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Gruvia and Stingyu fanfic

Just letting you know that I have added the second (and final) chapter of my story.

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Title: Give It Time

Pairings: Sting x Yukino, Gray x Juvia, Gray x Erza friendship, Sting x Juvia friendship, Sting x Rogue friendship

Summary: After being rejected by Gray, Juvia finds herself alone in the gardens, that is, until the most unexpected person shows up. After Sting somehow manages to comfort her, they end up having a deep conversation about the people they love and how they’ve hurt them. Will they ever be happy?

Timeline: This story is set during the Grand Magic Games Arc, more specifically the “Grand Banquet” or “Grand Ball” episode. (I just love this arc so much and this ep is one of my favorites)

Warnings: This story is pretty angsty, but I did try to include a happy ending.

Word Count: 5.000 words (chapters 1 + 2)

Link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12956216/1/Give-It-Time

Happy reading, everyone!

It was the night of the Grand Ball, and everyone was happily celebrating their victory against the worst threat humankind had ever faced. The palace was filled with all the wizards who had participated in the Games as they drank, danced and chatted.

By the main door, Gray Fullbuster from Fairy Tail was happily eating chicken wings when he heard the familiar voice and his body immediately tensed.

"Gray, my darling, I'm so glad I've found you." He turned to stare at Juvia Lockser and his eyes immediately widened. She had ditched her usual outfit consisting of a dark blue coat, long skirt with a slit on the left side and brown boots for a beautiful light blue gown that exposed enough cleavage to make him blush.

"Wh…what?" He stuttered and she stared at him in confusion.

"Are you alright?" Shaking his head, Gray tried to return some composure before coughing a few times.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She didn't seem to believe him, but he turned his back once again, focusing instead on the large plate of food on the table.

He hoped she would understand that he didn't wish for her company, but it seemed like she didn't because next thing he knew she was joining him by the table and getting a plate for herself.

"What are you doing?" He asked and she smiled.

"The food looks delicious, have you tried these chicken wings?" He opened and closed his mouth, but nothing came out.

She was so close. Too close for comfort. He started panicking as memories of that fateful night a few days before reminded him why he had been avoiding her ever since.

"Can't you go eat with someone else?" Gray hoped she wouldn't notice the shakiness of his voice.

"Is something wrong?" Juvia asked, worry filling her eyes as she turned to stare at him. Her arm brushed his in the process and he flinched as it reminded him of the last time she had touched him; when they had hugged that night after he was miraculously returned to life.

"Just…I don't want you here." He attempted to lie, but it didn't sound convincing. He knew what he wanted, what his heart wanted. But he couldn't, not when it would only put her in danger.

"Oh. Why? Did I do something wrong?" Those beautiful blue eyes were staring into his and he could tell she was trying to hold back tears.

He knew it must be hurting her; having him constantly ignore and avoid her, but he couldn't be with her. Having her so close like that made his brain forget why he'd kept his distance in the first place and he couldn't allow himself to forget. He needed to remember, so that he could keep her safe.

"For Mavis' sake, Juvia! Can't you ever stop annoying me?" Gray hated himself for yelling at her the moment the tears appeared, but it had to be done.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean…" They were vaguely aware that many people had stopped what they were doing and stared with interest towards the couple.

"Just stay the hell away from me! How hard is it for you to understand?" He continued, feeling his heart breaking even more when she sniffled.

"I'm sorry. I'll go now." With one last longing look, she turned on her heel and ran, holding onto her dress. As he watched her cross through the palace doors, Gray let out a breath he didn't even realize he'd been holding.

He had done it. It had been harder than he would ever imagine, but he had managed to send her away. It was supposed to make him relieved, knowing she would be safe, so why did it feel like he had lost his last chance at happiness?

A few minutes later…

While Erza took Gray outside so that they could have a chat about his behavior, the drama continued as Lucy and Mirajane entered the palace with Yukino in toll. The latter had been a member of Sabertooth until her loss on the second day of battles; after that she was brutally humiliated by the previous master and even forced to erase her guild mark.

Needless to say, she wasn't too happy to be in the same room as her old guild mates, which was proven by her reaction as soon as she spotted Sting, who was toasting with Gajeel.

"I don't think I can do this right now." Hearing her voice, the blonde turned to look at her and his eyes widened.

"Yukino?" Rogue asked, looking just as shocked to see her there.

"Wait!" Sting called once she turned around and began walking away, not even offering him a glance. He knew she was hurt, knew that it was his fault, but all he wanted was to make things right. "Please, stick around for a little while at least."

"Why should I?" She whispered, stopping. Her back remained turned, though.

"Look, I'm sorry for the way we treated you. For the way I treated you." Her body tensed as both remembered secrets they had kept.

1 week before the Games…

"I'm glad you're joining us, Yukino." He told her sincerely while he was helping her pack for their journey to Crocus. It had been Rogue's idea for the two of them to help her, but for some reason the shadow dragon slayer hadn't come.

"Are you really?" The celestial spirit mage was surprised, thinking he would've preferred if Minerva was participating since she could secure a win for their guild.

"Of course. I know you're a lot stronger than you look." He told her, shrugging.

"Thank you." A genuine smile came upon her face, but it soon vanished once she picked a familiar scarf from the drawer.

"What's wrong?" Sting stood up from her bed and walked up to her.

"This belongs to my sister." Yukino replied, sighing.

"Your sister?" He asked, curious.

"It's nothing." She quickly placed the scarf back into the drawer and stepped away.

"Doesn't seem like nothing." Sting said, raising a brow.

"I don't want to talk about it." She sighed and he stepped closer to her.

"Hey, it's okay if you don't want to talk about it." He reassured her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "But I can see that it makes you upset and maybe talking to someone would help."

"Why are you doing this?" He was caught off guard by her response.

"What do you mean?" Sting was genuinely confused.

"You're being so nice and…reassuring. That's not like you." That was a little offensive, but he brushed it off.

"So I can't be nice?" He raised a brow once again.

"I'm just saying, that's not the way our guild works. So you don't have to pretend to be nice for whatever reason you're doing it, okay?" She turned her back, not wanting to see his face. He was completely stupefied for a moment before bursting into laughter.

"Do you seriously think I have some ulterior motive here?" Yukino remained silent.

"Just go." Suddenly she didn't want him to be there anymore.

"Not happening." He shook his head before approaching her and placing a hand on her shoulder. "I'm not leaving with you mad at me."

"Why do you suddenly care?" She finally turned around and snapped.

"What?" Angry hazel eyes stared into his.

"You never tried to be friendly to me before, so why now? What changed?" He swallowed hard, avoiding her eyes.

"I don't know." It was a lie, he knew exactly what it was. But he didn't know how to tell her. Being a member of Sabertooth didn't exactly give him much insight when it came to emotions.

"Well, I can't deal with this right now." She was already overwhelmed with the news that her sister was still alive and trying to become strong enough to make her guild proud during the Games. The last thing she needed was this strange attitude coming from him.

"So, please, just go." When he looked back into her eyes, something changed. He saw the tears she was trying to hold back, the stress that had clearly taken its toll on her. He wanted to comfort her, make her feel better, but he didn't know how.

Or maybe, he knew, because soon enough he was closing the distance between them; an arm wrapping around her waist and bringing her closer. "Sting, what are you…" The question died on her lips when he grabbed the back of her head and crashed his lips onto hers.

Their kiss that day was soon interrupted by the arrival of Rogue and they never spoke of it again. They agreed to pretend like it had never happened, and it had worked. Until Yukino had brought it up during an argument on the night she was kicked out of the Sabertooth.

She remembered clearly; how he had told her that it had meant nothing and how she meant nothing after she had let Sabertooth down. Even though he hadn't meant it, his words had hurt her and she didn't think anything could fix it.

"It's too late to make amends now." She whispered while trying to hold back tears of pain, anger, regret.

"It doesn't have to be." Rogue said, taking a step forward, but Sting shook his head.

"I know I hurt you, but you need to understand that I've changed. I'm trying to be better and to make Sabertooth a better guild because the way we were, it was wrong." This time she finally turned around and there was a small smile on her face.

"I'm glad to see you're trying, and I wish you the best of luck with that." She paused, before delivering the final words that made him lose hope."But it's not enough to erase what you did to me."

"I'm sorry, Yukino. I really am." He was being sincere, she could tell. But it wasn't enough, so she simply nodded before walking away.

As soon as the door closed behind her, Rogue turned to Sting with determination. "You need to fix this."

"I don't think I can." The blonde admitted, sighing in defeat.

"You won't know until you try." The dark haired man warned.

"Rogue is right. You should try more." Lucy's soft voice was heard.

"Didn't you just hear her? It's too late." The pain in Sting's voice was clear.

"She only said that because she's hurt." This time it was Mirajane, who gave him a reassuring look. "I'm sure that she's willing to forgive you; you just need to show her that you deserve it."

"Alright." He believed her, so he decided to try. Even if Yukino might never forgive him, he needed to at least tell her the truth about how he felt. Needed to let her know that, despite everything he had said, she meant a lot to him.

"If you'll excuse me." With that said, he nodded in the two girls' direction before handing his glass to Rogue and marching through the door, attempting to ignore the stares coming from everyone.

Once he was outside, he rested against the door for a moment and sighed. This wouldn't be easy.

Sting started walking around, letting his dragon slayer nose guide him towards Yukino. It led him towards the palace gardens and he took a few moments to appreciate its beauty. The trees were fresh and green and the light breeze making them sway, almost as if they were alive. It was truly breathtaking.

After only a few steps into the maze, he heard it. Someone was crying; a girl. The old Sting wouldn't have cared at all, but he knew that he couldn't just ignore this. "Damn it! What do I do now?"

#fairy tail #fanfiction #gruvia #stingyu #gray x juvia #sting x yukino #grand magic games #grand ball episode #angst #gray fullbuster #juvia lockser #sting eucliffe #yukino aguria #lucy heartfilia #mirajane strauss #erza scarlet

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OKAY, LISTEN UP, EVERYONE, 'CAUSE I HAVE THE BEST MOTHERFLIPPING STORY EVER TO TELL YOU!!!

Here's a mental image to paint in your mind:

A socially impaired, lonely teenage girl is hiding in the bedroom she shares with her younger sister from her parents, reading fanfiction on a device she isn't supposed to be using because she's a rule-breaking savage. It's spring break, which should be really fun and awesome, but it isn't because her home life isn't really all that great. Which is why she's hiding in the bedroom she shares with her younger sister from her parents.

She isn't just reading any old fanfiction, either. She's reading Monsieur George deValier's Hetalia: Axis Powers fanfics. They transport her to a world of ubiquitously inclusive homonormativity and give her hope that true love always wins in the end, because its love. No matter what gender anyone happens to love.

Her parents would pass out if they knew what kind of scandalous stories her eyes gobble up while they converse suspiciously about whether or not their rogue daughter is slitting her wrists upstairs.

Which she isn't. She's doing something almost more painful - imagining what it would be like to come out of the closet. To openly admit to the whole world that she isn't monosexual - in fact, she's the furthest thing from it. To have more accepting parents, to have more accepting people around her in general. To not be judged, to be safe in her home instead of being cast out, abandoned. To find her one true love and be devoted forever, whatever gender they might identify as, because that couldn't matter less to her.

George deValier's works have brought to her life a new dimension she never imagined she'd discover. She wishes she could meet him - who knows if he's even a man at all? - and hug him. Tell him he's changed her life forever. Thank him for existing. If only anyone knew who he was so this could happen.

TL;DR: I love George deValier more than my own family.

There's my "setting the scene" portion of this post. Now here comes the crazy story portion!

So I'm reading Auf Wiedersehen, Sweetheart, the first deValier work my eyes have ever had the blessing of experiencing, and there are no words - in any of the multiple languages I am fluent in - for how much it's affected me (not even French, the most romantic language on earth).

I've probably read half of the works on fanfiction.net and AO3 combined, but nothing has come even close to this. At all. The writing is sublime, the plots intricate beyond belief, and the character development positively shocking in its detail. The dedication and talent spent on this is almost scary to think about, not to mention the research that must have taken years to complete, so the stories could be as historically accurate as humanly possible. What's the point in writing fanfiction if this is what you're up against? I'm close to giving up one of my favorite things to do in the whole world because of how shook I am, but if this is how I go down, I'll be going down happy.

Though I've been reading for hours, I've only reached chapter 5, since my eyes have been taking their time to lasciviously devour every letter and fully grasp the meaning of each delicious sentence before allowing further conquest. However, I am no less enamored by the magnificent, captivating story than when I just started it at what seems like a lifetime ago.

As I near the end of ch.5, I almost screech out loud when I read the conversation between Feli and Ludwig about the latter's fighter aircraft Greta. About a quarter of the reason why is because Ludwig just confessed that there is no special girl of his, and my angsty soul is ripping me apart because I need one of them to confess their love for the other RIGHT NOW OR ELSE I'LL DIE.

The rest of the reason is because of who appeared in my mind when I read this scene. The worst person on the planet to think about when you're reading a homoerotic fanfiction is your female ELA teacher, but that's what happened, but not for the reasons you're undoubtedly assuming.

You see, my ELA teacher's name is Mrs. Schmit.

I lose my utter shit. I'm going insane, absolutely bonkers, over the fact that my freakin' ELA teacher's name is in this book, discounting the extra T. Of all the places to find her name, of all the things to remind me of her...

So I come up with the most bloody brilliant idea in the history of the world. I screenshot this section of the book, taking way longer than needed so I can be positive there's no evidence of two men lying next to each other in a field of flowers and tall grass having a "no homo, I'm just wondering, I'm not interested in you at all" chat about their lack of girlfriends to each other by making the font super big and swiping the page up so the dropdowns can conceal Feli's obviously masculine name. By the time I'm done working my magic, the conversation is cutesy and innocent, and, most importantly, there's no mention of anything scandalous. All that's left of the passage is the Greta Schmitt joke, which I consider adorable, clever, and laugh-out-loud funny. At the very least, it's mildly amusing.

Then I send her a picture attachment with the screenshot, along with this exact message, through my school email:

"Hi, Mrs. Schmit!

"I really hope you are having a fantastic spring break so far!

"I'm just sending you this email because I was reading a story and a little part of it brought you to mind immediately (for reasons that will become obvious if you look at the file I attached). This scene was also funny, so I thought it would be something interesting to send you. Maybe it will be a source of amusement for you during this leisurely time off from school.

"Have a great rest of your break, and see you on Monday!"

And then, of course, I sign off the email with my name.

The file I attach to the email is the original screenshot I took. The picture I've attached to this post is a screenshot of that screenshot as it appeared to my teacher. It's pretty meta and rad since I screenshot-ed the screenshot at the same time of the original screenshot one day later.

They're also the same except in the picture in this post, which is the latter picture, the portrait orientation lock is on and in the bottom left hand corner the previous page arrow isn't glowing. I feel the need to point these discrepancies out because they wreak havoc on my perfectionist OCD and if they are destroying you inside as well, I want you to know that I'm aware of these mistakes and I'm incredibly sorry.

On a lighter, less soul-crushing note, what about proposing a fun drinking game? Throw back some liquid every time the word "screenshot" appears in the paragraph before the one above. You'll be sloshed by the third sentence.

Oh yeah - and if you were wondering why my phone says 1:17 WD instead of AM or PM, that's because my device's preferred language is Oromoo. WD is ante meridiem - AM.

At first I hesitate to send the email immediately, because of the indecent time of day it is - i.e. not daytime at all - and the fear that I'll really piss off Mrs. Schmit by sending her a completely unnecessary email at 2 in the morning in a week when she shouldn't bother dealing with anything having to do with her students. It's break, after all.

And if there's one thing I don't want, it's Mrs. Schmit to be annoyed by me. Even though she's very intimidating and I can't help but be extremely scared of her, she's an absolutely fantastic teacher (though I don't think she'd believe me if I told her so) and I like her a lot as a person. Thus, I don't want her deductions on me to be negative, especially since I'm pretty sure she finds me very book smart with good grades, but flighty and scatterbrained (which I am, but not in a cool way). If this rather risky email backfires, it won't improve her opinion of me at all.

Another possibility also occurs to me - what if she finds out what kind of story the picture is from? Or the story itself? It wouldn't be hard at all; it would take me two milliseconds to locate that story. I could be in deep shit, but... In that moment, it doesn't matter to me. I'd probably laugh my ass off. She'd die of shock. It would be hilarious.

To be completely honest, I don't even enjoy the story more because of the gayness, or the lust, or the sex. Meaning, it seems more taboo that a presumably straight girl is reading a mildly erotic gay fanfiction as opposed to a straight one, presumably to get a sexual high from all the possibilities and fantasies manufactured by manipulated attraction, but for me that isn't it at all. The sex isn't even a bonus. I don't mind it, but it isn't the reason I love the story so much. If anyone saw me reading it, that's what they'd automatically think, but I'm not drawn to that. I'm asexual anyway, so I'm not even planning to ever have sex. It just doesn't have that allure or even stigma for me. An example: I occasionally watch porn, but it doesn't turn me on in the least, contrary to what one might assume. I just find it fascinating and laughable, not to mention disgusting and more proof of the downfall of humanity.

When I read books like George's, I adore them because of the writing prowess and talent. The plot twists. The characters. The worldbuilding. That's the shit I'm obsessed with. Not the literary porn in the least! Although it does provide amusement and intrigue.

I feel like I should just clear that up. I wish the story was more... ahem... appropriate, or my motivations for consuming it more ubiquitous, so I wouldn't have to worry about sending an appropriate snippet of it to my teacher, but it's George motherflippin' deValier, so nothing else needs to be said. It's perfect. (Just like you, dear beloved darling reading this!) No further explanation needed.

Also, I'm fairly certain her curiosity wouldn't be piqued enough to actually track the story from my email down, which is a comforting thought. Then again, every time I'm left alone with my thoughts, they conjure up an image of Mrs. Schmit sitting at a computer in a dark room, the artificial blue light illuminating her face as if she's some deep web underground black market Anonymous hacker, Googling the transcript of the fated snapshot, her green eyes widening as she begins reading.

I fucking hate my brain. It hates me too.

So before I can change my mind, I hit send and continue through the glorious Auf Wiedersehen, Sweetheart, a devilish, Alfred F. Jones-type smile spreading across my face. There's no going back now. It is done.

Exceeding my highest expectations regarding a response, I don't even need to wait a full 24 hours before my unread emails total increases by one.

To anyone who's gotten the far, it's been an unjustly long post in the making. The moment you've all been waiting for with an anticipation that rivals that of a beat drop in a particularly lit dubstep track. Don't get too excited, though, because I have this frustrating habit of letting people down and I have a feeling this is no exception. You know, since you're all the way down here, you deserve a treat. What'll it be? Tea and biscuits? Nachos? Poutine? It's up to you. Ask and you shalt receive. I am your humble servant, friends.

Here is her response to my groundbreaking, world-changing email:

"Hi __{my_name}__,

"Yes, that was cute and made me smile!!! I hope your Spring Break is going well.

"Thank you,

" "Messerschmitt" "

DID YOU SEE THAT, GUYS???

SHE PUT THREE EXCLAMATION POINTS AND SIGNED OFF AS "MESSERSCHMITT".

I HAVE WON LIFE! I'VE SUCCEEDED! I AM A CHAMPION!!!

Mon Dieu, she liked the deValier excerpt. She made a fucking reference to it. She's got to be my favorite teacher now.

Don't know how to end this, so I guess...

...y'all, we need to start an international manhunt for our Lord and Savior George deValier. If we find him I can do all the things I said I would. If I get cancer, that's what I'll ask Make-A-Wish.

HIS STORIES NEED TO BE MOVIES I SWEAR TO HIMA-PAPA OR ELSE...

ok I'm done now

#hetalia #fanfics #anime #original post

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