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imaginethezeldaverse · 9 months

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The Desert's Moon (Ganondorf x Reader) (NSFW)

Welcome, welcome to the 100 follower fic I set all those polls for! You all chose and waited so patiently, so please allow me to give you the winner: a good fic with our big bad guy, Ganondorf (Tears of the Kingdom version). This will be nsfw, and just to be safe, be wary of any spoilers below the cut, okay? For this fic I'm running with an idea that was dropped in my inbox - initially I had planned to make it a simple headcanon post, but since he won, I'm writing it as a full blown fic instead. Thank you all for voting, it sincerely means a lot, I cannot believe even more of you have followed me since then. The comments and appreciation from you all truly makes my day. 🥹 As for the theme: you are inexperienced (we'll even say virginal) and Ganondorf here is going to be your first. Let's explore that together, shall we? Reader is gender neutral for all to enjoy. I sniped some fictional Gerudo language from here because I mean Ganondorf is a Gerudo man...he definitely should be able to speak the language.

Ganondorf is intimidating, this much is true. His demeanor exudes power in all things he does: fight, lead, and even fuck. He's had many a partner, his skills as a lover growing with each encounter of his past. He is not unfamiliar with experienced partners - and he will show you the patience and slowness you deserve.

The key is for you to be honest with him. Should you try to front as though you are experienced in sex, just know that he can see right through you. Ganondorf's read on body language is exceptional - so the slight shake in your body or the quiver in your voice is an immediate alert to him that you aren't what you're trying to portray yourself as. To your benefit however, he'll most likely find this cute. You attempting to be brave and take him head on is adorable, even though you have no idea what you'd be getting into (or really what would be getting into you). Being upfront however is not without its loss - you'd gain his respect and potentially a chance to call him an equal, he likes the idea of a long-term partner who can be honest with themselves as well as him.

For a man of his size and status, he's quite gentle. He offers to hold you first in your nudity, get you used to feeling his body against yours. Ganondorf will most likely seat you in his lap, with your legs splayed open over the length of his hips and thighs. Should you shy away or find yourself embarrassed by the less than polite way you're sat on him, he'll simply chuckle, reiterating that this is to acclimate you. His hands will find a place on your thighs, unmoving, but present. "Touch me anywhere you'd like," he offers, the rich amber of his eyes meeting your own. Setting the pace in your favor will help ease some of your apprehension. Your hands explore the planes of his body: his adept, powerful hands; the sizable, muscular curvatures of his forearms and biceps; over the thickened bands of his shoulders and down to the broad expanse of his chest. He's a mountainous man in size and that alone has you a tiny bit afraid, but you also can't deny that being able to trace your fingertips over the patterned tattoos that stretch across his muscles doesn't elate you.

When your hands finally cup the wide angles of his jaw, you find the pluck to once more lock eyes with the Gerudo chief. There's something unreadable swimming in them: whether it's tenderness or restraint you aren't wholly sure. His arm wraps around your lower back, bring you ever closer to him in a swift push. Your hands remain on his face, lips inching closer. Ganondorf doesn't kiss you. No, he wants you to be the one to take the honor of taking the first step. The world talks of his lust and greed for power, and make no mistake, the rumors are very much true. But this - intimacy with you - Ganondorf knows better than to rush. Taking you by force serves him little, and there is humanity in him still that bars him from wanting any harm to come to you. To feel your body yearn for him willingly only makes that much sweeter. Your breaths mingle momentarily, your heart pounding in your chest until you finally take the plunge and seal the gap. You're chaste in your kiss, timidity holding your tongue. No matter, the sensation of his thick digits roaming over the curve of your ass has you gasping enough against his mouth for him to coax you into a deeper kiss. Unbeknownst to you, your head tilts naturally, angling so that you can continue the kiss comfortably. You let go of his face, your fingers sliding into his long vermillion locks. There's a sound vibrating at the back of his throat that hits your ears so pleasantly - the simple soothing sensation of your hands in his hair delights him, so naturally he wants you to know it. The kiss builds heat, your body slowly beginning to want his hands to move beyond your backside. You lean into him, pressing your chest to his and linking your arms around his neck. The smile that curls his lips upward is something you can feel, and you almost smile back - but his hands that have now occupied a space on your hips are dragging your body over his lap. Ganondorf parts from your mouth, watching you bite your lip as he slowly grinds you over what you realize is his length beginning to grow rigid beneath you. Breaths slowly starting to come in shudders you snap your eyes shut, focusing on how his length slides teasingly over where you biologically know he's going to be soon enough.

"Do you feel me?" he purrs, dark tiger eyes trained on your flushed features, "Do you feel my want for you? My desire?" Your thighs are seeking one another to lock this feeling between them, but his hulking mass keeps them widely separated - your center at the mercy of his ministrations. Seeking purchase, your nails dig into his shoulders, earning a pleased rumble from the man. His lips find the hollow of your throat, easing pointed kisses and gentle bites to your sensitive flesh. Soft moans sound angelic to Ganondorf's ears; with ease he lifts you into his arms, your legs still very much wrapped as best as possible around his torso. Smooth, crimson silks caress your back as you're laid across the stretch of his bed. He doesn't stop kissing your body, only proceeds to move down it. Your collarbone, your nipples, the softness of your stomach: all places his lips tease and touch. He drinks your whines and whimpers in as though starving, an innate need to hear your voice call out to him ever growing. Still, he keeps slow. Rough finger pads glide down your body, stroking and fondling a pathway until he settles on his knees, with your legs splayed open by the sheer width of him. Those kisses that traveled now dot their way from your knee and inward. Your breath hitches, you know where he's going...you desperately want him there. As he reaches closer and closer, you shudder out, "P-Please...Gan..." Those initially amber slits, now ochre with hunger, slide up to see your face. Your cheeks are stained with reddish hues with your chest rising and falling faster than before.

"Is there something you need?" the timbre in his voice makes somewhere your stomach clench. How is it just his voice makes you feel this way? What kind of spell has he cast on you? Though your mind tries to wrack itself with answers, it always circles back to the lips that are nipping at your inner thighs. He places a kiss just close enough for you to feel his breath over your sex and you swallow thick with the gasp that tries to free itself.

"Your...mouth..." says you in a shaky whine, "Please..."

Like satin and fire, his chuckle is both suave but with the promise of something vile. A strong grip parts your legs further, holding you wide open. You try desperately not to look at how he drinks your nudeness in, fearing that you seeing the sheer lust flashing across his strong features will have you curl into yourself.

His mouth descends.

You gasp sharply.

Hot and wet is his tongue against your opening, circling your responsive flesh, his eyes never leaving your face. Ganondorf watches on as his silver tongue devours you, each lap and suck at you surging pleasure through your limbs. With one last scoop at your hole, he drew back. There was a question at your lips when you felt him retreat, but before you could even get a word out, you felt his finger carefully slide into you.

"A-Ah!" you mewled, then hissed. Given the size of him overall, even his fingers were substantial in filling you somewhat.

"Shhhhh," Ganondorf hushed your seizing frame. A hand came to your thigh, his thumb stroking in soothing circles the same time his opposite finger exited you, "Relax, my va'ina, you'll need to be much more open if you plan to take me." Your body shudders as you breathe, willing yourself to relax yourself in his ministrations. Having already gave you some slickness there, his finger meets less resistance than normal. His eyes roam your figure slowly, watching all of the small shivers and shakes that begin to build as his digit steadily works in and out of you. A spark of want pulses up your hips, with each coax of his finger you felt tiny rivulets of desire multiply inside you.

"Ganondorf..." came your gentle plea. This feeling was slowly starting to feel inadequate, your hips moving ever so slightly to try and chase the sensation of fullness. Chuckling at your urgency, the Gerudo chieftain withdraws his finger - adding another and sliding back into you. Eyelashes aflutter, you mewl at the sensation of being filled once more.

"There we are," he mused, smirking at the way you're snatching your bottom lip between your teeth. Gradually his fingers stretched you open, separating minutely as he fed your body each stroke. As soon as you had acclimated, you found yourself once again needing more. His hand, though making you feel good, was simply proving not to be enough. Ganondorf recognizes this as your features scrunch with some frustration. You need him, don't you? You need more than just two measly fingers to give you the passion that you seek.

"Your body seeks more than my current attentions I see," he says matter-of-factly, withdrawing his now very wet digits.

You turn your head away to blush, being read like an open book made your body burn with some embarrassment. Yet Ganondorf understood. He lifts your leg by your calf, pressing a kiss into the muscle there. "No worry, I'll give you everything you seek." He sits upright now, towering over your supine frame, a hand at each of your knees. You know what comes next, and though you tremble under him, there's a fire in those eyes of his that keeps you brave. Fingers descend upon his. He catches your gaze, doe-like and nervous, but no sign of withdrawal within them.

"You'll go slow, won't you?" you ask him, your heart mere seconds away from jumping out of your chest. There's an expectation for him to laugh at such an innocent, if not naïve question - but he surprises you when his hand takes your chin between two large fingers and keeps your eyes to his. Softness unlike you've ever seen in him stares back at you. "I wouldn't dream of bringing you harm, va'ina, you're safe with me." His words bring you comfort, allowing you shut your eyes in readied bliss. To reflect this, you spread your legs further apart, "Then I am yours, Ganondorf."

His lips find yours, hungry in its kiss. As his tongue melds against yours, he slips a hand down to grasp himself. You feel the slight shift of his body on yours, strong thighs flush to the backs of yours. He parts from the kiss, though his face remains close, "Ready?" Unable to trust your voice, you simply nod. His muscular frame surrounds your body, encasing you in his warmth. With your hands braced on his shoulders, you inhale sharply when he presses into you. Considerable length and girth stretch you far more than his fingers could even attempt. He's slow, methodical in his pace. So much so that he stops, just past the head of him, the second you tense in his arms.

"Breathe..." coaches Ganondorf, his voice showing the tiniest hint of strain. Though shaky, you try to follow his advice, and it calms your body enough for him to advance. Your mouth drops open from the pressure, hands gripping his shoulders for purchase as another inch fills you. The man above pecks loving kisses to your face as he sneaks a hand downward. He revels in the pleased gasp you let out when his fingers stroke your sex, "That's it...open up for me..." With him steadily plunging into your depths and the deliberate tease of his hand at your most sensitive area, you recognize that same spark from earlier.

Want. Need.

He slides in further still, about at halfway down the whole of him now. His hand doesn't relent on your flesh, easing over you with the intent to build the ecstasy he knows you're absentmindedly chasing. Ganondorf has every intention to bring you to rapture, but again - at your pace. There's a tremor in your thighs that shakes against his hips, he gives you more of him; but the noise you let out this time is a moan muffled only by the barrier of your bitten lip. He grins at this, supply your body with just a bit more. No reaction this time - you were getting used to him. His fingers stroke you for a few more counts, this being just enough for you to take him all the way to the hilt. You keen slightly, so impossibly full and almost dizzy from how overwhelmingly large he feels inside of you.

"Stay with me, love" he whispers, his opposite thumb stroking your cheek. The deep octave of his voice and the tender caress soothe you enough to lean into his touch. Ganondorf captures your lips once more, this kiss slower than the last. His hips remain still though his tongue ravages your mouth, and it pulls a licentious moan from you; the knowledge of him locked deep inside you as he kisses you so fervently has you yearning for what you know you want most. His mouth moves into your neck, and without hesitation your fingers bury into his fiery mane. There's a slight withdrawal of his hips, and you welcome the feeling now, the minor shift of friction feeding into a feeling at the most basic level of your instincts.

"More," your quivered voice speaks in his ear, "P-Please."

He's touched at your politeness, though it's unnecessary. You are a being to be worshipped in this regard, though you didn't realize it, you would never need to beg from him. Touching his forehead to your own, Ganondorf rumbles deep in his chest, pulling almost all of the way out of you before sliding all the way back in. "Nnngh, yes..." Ah, all he needed to hear. Adept hands place themselves at two points: a fist near your head for steadying, and a hand bracing underneath your back to keep you there. Leisurely, shallow thrusts easily evolved into deep, harder strokes. Your body would transform - blossom from tightly wound and tense to fully open and wanting.

The Gerudo male knows you're fully spellbound by your lovemaking when your nails begin to bite into the muscle of his shoulder blades - a most welcome pinch of pain. He's fully working you into you now, his hips immovable pistons to fuck you fully now. Your sweet and soft moans were climbing in crescendo, his name tumbling in slurred syllables off your honey covered tongue. Unable to stop himself now, Ganondorf growled into the junction of your neck and shoulder, pulling your body as flush to him as he could.

"Ah, ohh, mmf! Ahhhh G-Gan," you whined, clinging to him, "My body's on fire...I nghh I...!"

He feels you tightening around him, his pants are harsh as they dampen your skin, "Let it happen...let me have all of you." With only a few strokes of him you fall apart in a scream, your body winding up impossibly tight and then loosening entirely. The orgasmic pulse of your slickness around him milks him with an ungodly grip. He fucks you as fast as your body will allow, a few resounding claps against your flesh combining with the cries of your slight overstimulation that finally bring him to his own end. His strong fingers dig into you as he cums, hot and fast, in a wildly indecent roar. Your hands hold him in his place on your body, welcoming every drop of the licentious liquid that he spills inside of you. His hips begin to slow, still sliding in and out of your now sopping hole, and though you were already long finished, you moan at the sensation of his cock pulsing and feeding your body even now.

When he finally can take no more, he pulls from you entirely in a rough grunt. You feel the weeping of his seed from your entrance, but you are far too exhausted to care. Your body hums in pleasured bliss, but your limbs, so worn from a use you'd yet to experience until today, feel akin to lead. Never an issue, however, as Ganondorf carefully maneuvers you both so you can rest comfortably: with you at his side. His fingers traced the curves and lines of your body in silence, your hand and head rest at his chest.

"Gan...?" your voice barely above a whisper.

His eyes lazily move to you. Your heart flutters with candid bravery, "...I love you."

He smiles at this. Fitting words for a connection as deep as this. His hand covers your head, pressing you closer to his chest in a protective maneuver. Ganondorf is anything but vulnerable...but even a man as mighty as he isn't incapable of feeling.

"You have my heart, va'ina. You are mine as I am yours."

You hum contentedly, happy to fall asleep in the arms of the man who loved you.

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rwrbficrecs · 3 months

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WIP Wednesday

happy wednesday ❤️

i think i am finally clean by @coffeecatsme (book-verse)

@na-dineee: The author is no stranger to the fandom and has already written quite a few stories that are well worth reading. This fic (POV Alex) is not a prequel to "he looks up grinning like the devil", but it is advisable to read the story beforehand, as they are closely connected. Mind the tags and read the notes, it has a lot of hurt and discomfort in it - but it should get better with Chapter 3 (according to the author, the focus from then on is healing). Getting to know vulnerable, yet strong and fighting Alex is really touching and kept me thinking for a long time!

Binary Light by @leaves-of-laurelin (book-verse)

@dot524: I love reading about Henry and Alex as movie stars, and this story has one of my favorite versions of that yet. They star in a sci-fi sequel here, with a plot that mirrors their own enemies-to-lovers saga. The tension between them — both sexual and otherwise — is sky-high. Enjoying the regular updates and plot turns as this story gets going!

A Cloud on Fire Makes its Own Rain by foux_dogue (book-verse)

@dot524: Henry left when Alex tried to say he loved him at the lake house… and he never came back. Twenty years later, Alex is a TV producer who is single and fighting to find his way, and Henry is abdicating. What happens when they encounter each other again? The thing I really liked about this one was Alex’s thoughts about getting older, empty spaces, and what might have been.

Shades of Bougainvillea by @happiness-of-the-pursuit (book-verse)

@na-dineee: The author announces 15 chapters, two have already been published: Martha and Shaan. Each chapter will be narrated by a different character, with no repeats, and matches the events of one book chapter. And so we'll get a whole new look at the events that we originally only know through Alex's POV. So good already, so promising.

Set in Platinum by @cricketnationrise (book-verse)

@thesleepyskipper: This is a follow up to Going Platinum which was a fantastic work featuring camboy!Alex and one of his subscribers, Henry. In the sequel, Henry and Alex are newly minted boyfriends and we get to see how their relationship both on and offline changes now that they've finally gotten together. Just the first chapter brought me right back into this world, totally immersed! I cannot wait for the rest!

check out our past WIP recs here ❤️

#wip wednesday #rwrb fic recs #firstprince #firstprince fics

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inukag-archive · 2 months

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do you know any nsfw stories that are set immediately after kagome comes back after the 3 years? It can be a chaptered story or oneshot

Thank you!!!

superpyku asked:

Hello, I love a good post-canon fanfic where it describes what happened when Kagome came back from the well. Doesn't need to be a long fic about their life thereafter but one about what happened during and immediately after their reunion will be good. Would love to know your fav list of such. Thank you

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We love a good reunion fic! The list below is full of stories that take place right as Kagome returns to the Feudal Era and immediately after, split into NSFW and SFW for whatever mood you're looking for. There are a lot of fics like this out there, but we capped ourselves at 20 to keep the list at a reasonable length. Feel free to add your favorites in the reblogs/replies!

If you're looking for more post-canon goodness, you can also check out our other post canon lists:

Post Canon

Post Canon NSFW

Post Canon / Canon Fluff

Happy reading!

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Dearest by @kitramune (M)

After Kagome returns to the Sengoku Era, Inuyasha and she explore how deep their devotion really goes.

Linked by Alyxandra (E)

Inuyasha and Kagome experience their first night together three years after the disappearance of Shikon no Tama.

When She Comes Back by Karaumea (M)

The story of his wait, her return, and their reunion. One-shot lemon that takes place during and after the last chapter of the manga.

Her Time by @keichanz (M)

All he wanted was some of her time, but as it turned out, so did everybody else. He'd have to make it clear that while they merely borrowed her precious time, he stole and hoarded it for himself, because in the end, she and everything about her belonged to him.

The Return by Sweet Inu Girl (M)

Kagome has returned to the feudal era after three years. Finally feelings are revealed and a new life begins for our favorite miko and hanyou.

Coming Home by @ruddcatha (E)

The day Kagome returned to the Feudal Era, Kagome and Inuyasha came out of their long nightmares. When they are finally alone, confessions are made, feelings are revealed, and a decision is made that impacts the rest of their lives.

After the End: New Beginnings by @splendentgoddess (X)

Welcome to my official post-manga universe! This introductory story takes us through Kagome's return to the past, and her developing relationship with Inuyasha. The first installment of what will be my "After The End" series!

To Fight For Tomorrow by @sarah-writes-stories (E)

The shard hunt...the battle with Naraku...it was only the beginning.

Their past held a terrible prophecy. Her future, the terrifying result. Kagome had finally been allowed to return through the well...but it wasn't luck that granted her wish.

The red threads of fate had always tied them all together, had always guided them towards each other. Now, as new powers are revealed and souls are healed, their destiny becomes clear.

Theirs is a quest that requires everything they have to give.

Theirs is a battle they cannot afford to lose.

Theirs is a fight to protect tomorrow.

Come Back To Me by jyvonne13 (M)

After defeating Naraku, Inuyasha and Kagome were separated for three long years after the well closed. What happens on that fateful day when Inuyasha catches her scent after so long? What do the two of them promise each other and how do their lives change from this point on?

With You by Animetey (E)

“Kagome, did you come back to see me... and to be a priestess? Cause I thought...or, I’d hoped... that you came back to be with me.”

Everyone has their own version of what happened the night Kagome returned, this is mine.

[SFW]

White Dogs on Blue Cotton by @artistefish (T)

Caught up in the rush following her unexpected return to the past and to the man she loves, Kagome realizes a little late that some of her wardrobe choices aren't quite as private as they used to be. Post-canon, InuKag reunion, super-duper fluffy.

Hearts Returned by @mrfeenysmustache (M)

A sweet moment alone after a long day of welcome backs.

Love Language by @shikonstar (T)

When Kagome returns to the past, a love-starved hanyou is hoping for some words of affirmation.

One Day With You by @hanmajoerin (G)

After spending three years in the world she grew up in, Kagome is able to return home.

A three years later reunion fic.

Inukag Fluff Week 2022 (Chapter 3: Hot Springs) by @inukagbot (T)

inuyasha is a thoughtful, soft little puppy who missed his girlfriend very much so he decides to do something nice for her like the Good Boyfriend he is. confessions ensue.

Clashing Emotions by PureKagome (K)

Kagome has finally returned after her three year absence. And what is the first thing Inuyasha does? Screw up.

Stay By My Side by PotatoButt (G)

Kagome finally gets to return to Inuyasha's time after three years.

A Not So Modern Convenience by doggieearlover (T)

Post Manga Canon. Kagome is worried about InuYasha's happiness while he has the same concerns about her and tries to do something about it.

Kagome's Got To Go by @ajoy3fanfics (NR)

The way Yuki and Suki saw it, this Kagome woman needed to go.

From the first day she came, they knew she was trouble. They had been playing a perfectly fun game of 'who can annoy uncle the most' (It was always Suki), when he suddenly stood up, passing them off to Shippo with a distant look in his eyes. Uncle was fast, there was no question about that, but unless there was a reason for him to be on high alert, he was downright lethargic. Still, Uncle Inuyasha needing space wasn't anything new, so it wasn't terribly worrisome that he took off at high speed; It did, however, raise a few red flags when Shippo shook them off and headed in the dog demons direction, screaming "it's her! She's back!"

Snapshots of Life After the End by ananova (T)

A collection of post-canon after the anime and manga end interconnected drabbles that show bits of Inuyasha and Kagome's life together. Not posted in any particular order.

Feel free to add your own recs in the comments or reblogs! Check our Masterlist of previous lists to see which topics we've covered. After reviewing our submission guidelines, send us an ask (here).

#inukag archive #inukag fanfic #inuyasha fanfiction #post canon #reunion fics

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whochromatic · 4 months

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I must not read chapter 109 and wait for the chapters to pile up.. I must not read chapter 109 and wait for the chapters to pile up.. I must...

*reads it anyways*

Why did I do that. Damnit, I should've known that reading that chapter would have re-activated my need for more. I was way better off ignoring anything related to Yohaji and just went about my day, not thinking about Yohaji every minute of the hour of the day of the week. But the damage has been done. Now I have to read the whole manga all over again just to satisfy myself once again. But no. That's not enough. I searched every corner to hunt every single content of Yohaji. Tumblr. Twitter. Youtube. Tiktok. Ao3. Our lord and savior Canada's account. The giver of reason in life, one who resurrects the dead, the sailor uniform to my life, Tanamai-sensei's account. I know that the Yohaji content in this world is not enough and will NEVER be. The moment I discovered this manga, I knew that it would be my life. The fact that it had only reached me last year, ber month is unforgivable. Why did it not have content as many as the amount of numbers there are to exist so that it could reach me at the start of it's existence? It should have been Yohaji. Not BNHA! Nothing against that anime by the way. Well, I am grateful that I stumbled upon Yohaji while it had 100+ chapters though. And the fandom being small enough to only have nice and cool people in it. But those fics in ao3 though? Why- I mean, I don't really care or pay attention to them but the fact that the amount of nsfw fanfics is probably (I'm saying probably because they might just be more) equal to the amount of sfw fanfics in there is- I swear, WHY ARE THERE SO LITTLE FANFICS OF YOHAJI?! 3 PAGES?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!? There might be more in other places but I only read in ao3 and Tumblr if I find some there. I'm so thankful for the translators though!!! I love y'all. I love the fandom. I love the characters. I love Yohaji. I love the creator. God- sorry I forgot I can't use sensei's name in vain. I'm telling y'all, Tanamai is the GOAT. A GENIUS!! Your brain is beautiful. What goes on in head yours? Tell and everyone might gain more braincells. What's with you? What's with your humor?? What's with your lore?! WHAT'S WITH YOUR ART??? WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?!?! SENSEI WHEN I CATCH YOU OHH WHEN I CATCH YOU. But of course, it's not your fault that I'm starving for more Yohaji chapters. One month is nothing to me- IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!!! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO CREATE THIS WONDERFUL AND HEAVENLY HOOK THAT CAUGHT ME EVEN ONLY WITH IT'S TITLE AND ART?? HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO MEEEE?!?! Senseiiiiii*sob* waaaaaahh... Still, I'm sooo happy this is getting an anime this year!! I've been waiting for this ever since I found out it existed along with other Yohaji fans. I knew it would happen soon enough because it's the law. It's a crime to not make an adaption of amazing yet weird yet amazing manga like no other. Death row. DEATH ROW!! It's fine even if it's low quality. As long as it exists, I can finally pass on peacefully- when it airs it better be as good as the manga and look immaculate, I'm telling you. Haha, just kidding. Or am I..? I cannot wait until April or whatever how long it takes for the anime to air just please. Please even the trailer only. But I'm sure everyone is already working hard to make the anime for it. Do your best!! You're doing the right thing! And.... uhm.. 24 episodes... please..? AHHH HARUAKI'S SMILEEE!!! IT'S INVADING MY MIND!! GET OUT! PLEASE GET OUT!!! THIS LOWLY UNGRATEFUL UNDESERVING WORSE THAN DUST BUZZ BUZZ KILLABLE STUPID MORTAL ABOMINATION CAN'T HANDLE OR DESERVE SOMETHING LIKE THAT!! AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!! I can't do this. More. More. More Yohaji. I NEED IT. IF AIR AND SAILOR UNIFORM IS LIFE THEN SO IS YOHAJI!! RAAAAAAAHHH

Also I accidentally deleted a longer version of this and rewrote it with my memory. Thanks for wasting your time on this like I did.

#yohaji #youkai gakkou no sensei hajimemashita #terrified teacher at ghoul school #I'm fine #But not finer than YOHAJI SENSEI AND THE FANDOM-

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astronite13 · 2 years

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check it out >:D multidimensional big bang piece by yours truly

you may or may not already know, but i participated in the mdbb event, and was teamed with the wonderful writer @elevenvolcanoes and amazing beta reader @memryse! you can check out ro's awesome fic here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41524974

go on, i know you wanna read it, dont be shy

as promised, ill be uploading some wips of this below the cut because oh man. this took forever

here are the character design sketches, i am not a very tidy artist

so the original plan was like this adhsjbcbs

i was just braindumping ideas onto a canvas (- -;)

THEN came the clean-ish sketch, where i had 'fun' with having to finalise where things went

(sausage and lizzie were added in later ajdhajfhs)

after that came what i dreaded most. lineart. BANE OF MY EXISTENCE I AJJDKSNC

at this point i was a solid week into this and it was barely halfway done T-T

i then worked on backgrounds and flats- funny thing, i barely ever complete pieces because i have the attention span of a goldfish, so i literally had no idea how to colour things in ┌(。Д。)┐

THIS TOOK SO FUCKING LONG

I CANNOT STRESS ENOUGH HOW PAINSTAKING THIS WAS

i was literally going insane over this ahdnsndn

FINALLY i was able to move onto shading/rendering(?)/details, and via the power of bullshitting my way through things, voila

at this point i had spent every day doing nothing but drawing for two weeks, but i was SO CLOSE to being done

then suddenly, the fire nation attacked something happened dun dun dun

because i was working with around 80 layers (i needed them all trust me <-lying), ibispaintx was running abysmally slow, and at this moment, it just CRASHED

i rushed back on and got this (0_0 )

i had to wait. FOURTY FIVE MINUTES. FOR THE WHOLE THING TO REPLAY AND TRY TO RESTORE MY FILE. at this point it was 3 am a day after the deadline and panic mode was activated

BUT i think the watchers may have been, well, watching over me at that point because miraculously, i got my file back, and i added a few finishing touches before collapsing on my bed in a heap

this whole thing overall was a fantastic experience, all the mods and participants in the discord server were super entertaining and friendly, and i want to thank each and every one of you for making this event so exciting >:D especially my teammates, and of course luna for creating it <3

funny thing this was literally my version of 100 hours hardcore since my canvas tells me ive been on it for around 150 hours ajdnjahd

anyway bonus aha:

#ahdhshbdjajdnc #my biggest art piece ever #grian #goodtimeswithscar #smallishbeans #100 hours hardcore #hermitcraft s8 #mdbb #multidimensional big bang #art pile

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jfc I think I’m driving myself insane/pos. I genuinely cannot wait for the turtles to find out about Tommy’s absolutely f’ed up past life and just be like ‘oh what bullshit is this!? >:(‘

Also, I think I have an idea of how you’re going to do the ✨Trauma Reveal✨ and if I’m right I am SO excited!! (I’d be excited either way)

Another thing I’m really excited to potentially see (don’t know if you’ll touch on this exact thing) is how different their world’s morals are!

Rise being a kids show, means that most of the villains are pretty one dimensional and, unless they’re actually important, tend to never really be treated seriously or ever get treated like actual people (unless there’s a redemption arc planned, like Barry).

But with the SMP, because all of the characters are written by individual real people and are treated like people, all of the ‘villains’ are actually just really bad(or good) people with enough questionable motives to earn them the title of ‘Villain’. (Minus JSchlatt and Dream ofc. They’re genuinely just evil)

I can totally imagine Tommy getting stressed or upset about the turtles labeling these characters as ‘villains’, and somewhat frantically trying to explain to them how morally gray people can really get. Because for Tommy, all the villains he’s seen were people he actually knew and could’ve been good friends with. My point is, Rise’s version of a Villain is vastly different from the SMP’s version of a Villain and I find that incredibly interesting, just in case you couldn’t tell ;)

Analogy over, that was way too many words but i started typing and couldn’t stop. Hope the writing is going well! Can’t wait :D

Raahhhh so many people would be added to their 'to punt' list (if only they weren't a universe away, lmao).

I'm gonna be honest, my current plan for how they find out about his past is slightly batshit and entirely evil (in the sense that I will be very mean to Tommy). We draw closer to that fic every day and I'm very excited about that fact.

Yeah, that's deffo one of those things where if it comes up it comes up, but I don't have any particular plans for it. I like to think he'd enjoy hanging out with Hypno and Warren (bullying. He would enjoy bullying Warren), they're rather flamboyant in their crime, I imagine Tommy's theatre kid ass would appreciate that.

But yeah, If I remember correctly, c!Tommy's of the mindset that most people aren't really evil or bad per se, they just make really bad choices sometimes. Like c!Wilbur. I remember c!Tommy once had a chat with Foolish about his stance on the concept of forgiveness and what he thought about Wil's past and current behaviour.

Never worry about using too many words, I happen to be a big fan of those things. Not gonna complain about that, it was very enjoyable to read :D

It was fighting me for a while, but I've finally found an approach that I'm happy with, so things are thankfully starting to go much smoother now o7

#TIITTV #We're also finally getting some Tommy and Splinter interactions #so that's exciting #I'm very curious about what your guess for the trauma reveal is #lmao 'reveal'#as if he's doing an even halfway decent job of concealing his lackluster mental health

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Headcanon...?

Spoilers for a fic I will write eventually?

Do not read if you do not like made-up, author-indulgent backstories for characters who exist in the GFFA. This one is almost hard to post because it's kind of personal. Like, a story so plot driven that I am nervous people will hate my interpretation and my ships. Oh well, I guess, it's happening.

A discussion in the Duros hoes chat, and then between me and @allsystemsblue, got me thinking about what is Cad Bane's real name? It sure as hell ain't Cad Bane. A lot of the fandom seems to agree on that. "Cad" and "bane" are both words in the dictionary that can be defined.

Cad: a man who behaves dishonorably, especially toward a woman. / scoundrel / rogue / rascal.

Bane: a cause of great distress or annoyance. / scourge / ruin / death.

We shall come back to this.

I have a scene mapped out for Stars Above in which I want Cad to run into his sister. I have a plan for his backstory that does not include this particular fanfic, but another, a series I am working on that will be entitled "Annuals of an Outlaw," and is essentially a collection of works I have outlined that will contain my version of Cad Bane's "story" from his beginnings on Duro in the Descent Ghetto, to after the Clone Wars and beyond.

Yes, it will have smut. And angst. Lots and lots of angst. Many character will appear, including Jango, Hondo, Aurra, Bossk, Embo, Zam, Dengar, Todo 360, Obi-Wan Kenobi, and even Boba at some point. Oh, and let us not forget Shriv Suurgav. :)

Yes, Shriv.

You cannot stop me. Don't even try. This is my magnum opus, and by God it will make sense narratively. Just you wait. Or don't. I don't care. I am still going to write this thing if it's the last thing I ever do.

First of all, I enjoy playing around with Star Wars name generators. That is how I came up with the name of my OC, Zulara. I started sifting through them, piecing last names together with other first names, and voilà, a new name appeared to me that caught my attention.

Originally, I was looking for Durese words that maybe meant something in relation to his occupation or personality, but none of them called out. It appears others had that same idea in the past, so it makes sense to go with something new.

Anyway, my name for Cad Bane is Lumoon Troks.

Here are the outpouring of thoughts I had on the matter before I could stop myself. I came up with this over the last hour or two, and I am digging it so far. Who knows, maybe I will change my mind. It's helping me to fill in a lot of gaps, anyway, that I had in the plot, and I am happy about that.

So, I am giving Bane siblings. Two much older sisters, two brothers who are 1-2 years apart, and a younger sister who is four or five at the time Lumoon finally leaves home.

His siblings call him Lu, or Moon for short. When they want to be annoying, they call him Moody Moon, or "Lemon" because of his sour outlook ( lemons are "canon" in SW, I checked).

To sum things up briefly, Bane's mother was a kindhearted woman and his father was a gruff workaholic. They both were employed in the factories and rarely had time to spend with their family, but had too many mouths to feed.

Cad gets into trouble quite often. He runs wild in the streets from a young age. Maybe he hooks up with the wrong crowd. Nothing too menacing; some petty theft, vandalism, etc, etc.

His father's angry about it. He refuses to take on work in the factories with him. He wants more for himself. He's not about that grind day in, day out life. Things get so toxic between them that he leaves to make his own way, stops coming home, worries his mother sick, and his little sister to boot.

So much so, his little sister ( talking maybe preschool / kindergartener age ) decides she has to "bring Moon home" and takes it upon herself to find him. She loves her big brother and sorely misses him.

This does not end well. At all. The worst possible scenario unfolds. The first of many tragedies in Cad Bane's life. It deeply affects him. He tries to go to his mother; she isn't the same Duros any longer. She coldshoulders him, ignores him, and she suffers from a broken heart.

Cad blames himself. "She went out to find you and never came home." This time, he really does leave and never returns. I am sure there is a final fight between him and his father that maybe seals the deal. He takes up random jobs, anything that pays, from sex work, to being hired muscle, to thieving, to murder, you name it, as long as the pay is good and it keeps his mind off his own problems.

He learns skills along the way, and he also learns from his mistakes. Things start being a little too easy. He's tired of being bossed around. He wants to be his own boss. So, that's exactly what he becomes.

He decides to try his hand at bounty hunting. He begins to make a name for himself, except, he hasn't. He needs a new one, something intimidating, striking, and rememberable. Plus, he doesn't want his birthname floating around; that makes him vulnerable, as well as the rest of his surviving kin.

Bane's mother, in the early days of his youth, used to scold him for misbehaving. She called him the equivalent of a cad in Durese, and it translated that way from basic, something along the lines of "Lumoon! Quit being such a cad, you naughty boy!"

It means something to him. He feels it embodies what he has become. It is also a tribute to his mother as well as a punishment; something he has to live with and that he brought upon himself.

The next thing you know, one of his many enemies makes a snarky comment, saying to him, "you are the bane of my existence," or simply, "you are a bane!" From there, his new name takes shape in his mind. He thinks if you put two and two together, it sounds kind of nice. It sticks. He starts to introduce himself like that, when before he had only referred to himself as Cad.

Another misfortune befalls him, which I mentioned I wanted him to run into his sister. This would happen off-world somewhere, years later, and during the reign of the Galactic Empire. She would say something to the likes of: "Mom died. She never gave up on you. She waited for you to come home, everyday. I didn't have the heart to tell her I had seen your wanted posters."

It tears him apart for awhile. His second great tragedy. Never getting to reconcile with the Duros who raised him and whom he loved. He harbors this for the rest of his life.

Of course, running in the streets, he learns not to trust people. He's jaded. He gets fucked over a time or two, badly, and by people he thinks he can trust. He develops a shell; a way of looking at the world that allows him to keep his guard up for his own protection.

In that same vein, I believe Bane can love and that he can love hard given the right circumstances. One of the many reasons he's kept from saying it, is because every person he has ever cared about has either turned on him or dies. The galaxy is a harsh mistress. He's afraid of a repeat scenario; he doesn't let himself get close. He tells himself he's better off alone, doesn't need anybody; he prefers to run without a pack.

That is, until he meets Jango.

And, that, my friends, is a whole other story, but I want to add that Cad Bane has bad dreams. Nightmares, even. Visions. Terrible things happen, old memories replay, he is haunted by his past. The sister he couldn't save; the mother he thought had stopped loving him; the father he was never good enough to please.

Hondo compares himself to a sun, and Bane is the moon. This would fuck with him psychologically, and cause him to react unexpectantly should the nickname stick - one that is reminiscent of his childhood. It is Hondo Ohnaka in my story that saves Bane from himself after Fett meets his untimely end.

Jango, Hondo, and Shriv may call him moody from time-to-time, or grumpy, but that also does not sit well, either, considering his past.

Once Jango dies, and once he fails at training Boba, Cad is even more a wreck than before. In my story, he also does not get to reconcile with his old partner and mentor after their falling out. He drinks himself stupid in the presence of Boba to the point the boy gets fed-up and they have their duel.

Bane, in my mind, can't accept Boba as Fett's son; he is a clone; he could never accept the clone contract from the get go - it put a rift in their relationship. This adds more fuel to the "look out for yourself" fire that is his quote in the Book of Boba Fett.

Sorry this got so long-winded, but, I had to get that out as it came to me. Now, to actually write the story all these ideas are for!

#Star Wars #Cad Bane #Hondo Ohnaka #Shriv Suurgav #fictional backstories #headcanon #self-indulgent af

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Just wanting to pick your brain( bc I'm kind of like this too) what is it about Steve? He's the common denominator in all the ships you write (Which you do so beautifully btw) like steddie, stommy, and now stonathan (!!!!!). And you've also said it's easier for you to write in Steve's POV than Eddie's. Is there a particular reason? Do you relate to him in canon or your writing?

You are such a genius, I could listen to you talk about your writing all day.

I cannot wait for whatevers coming down the pike: the wip stonathan fic, the iylo update (see what I did there?) . Everything you put out into the world is a gift anyway so <3

!! thank you! hah, why steve? i'm not sure! i was a steve hater for a long time. still am, in a lot of ways.

in canon, i like steve best as a side character. his character motivations shift so drastically between seasons that i find the more screentime he gets, the less sense he makes lmao (probably why i disliked the scoops storyline, tho i love s3 robin).

and honestly, i think i like writing steve as much as i do because i want to read him a certain way, and it's not a version i see enough (for my taste). i really like steve as someone with grey moral values, a bit selfish, rude as a default. not necessarily stupid but he doesn't care if he's wrong. competitive to a ridiculous degree. distracted by trying to figure out who he is but also caring too much about what other people think to really find an answer.

i relate to him (the way i write him) in a few ways, but it's hard for me to pinpoint the exact reasons why tbh. some people who know me well can read my writing and see when i'm projecting onto him.

the big thing for me is i like writing him falling for different people. i love his friendship with tommy and carol, and all the potential romantic overlap. him and eddie are fun (and i love eddie, but steddie isn't my ~OTP~ or anything). jonathan is a PAIN to write but i'm liking it so far. and i know some people will give me grief for it, but i'm also writing a metalsandwich fic (so steve, billy, and eddie) which has been super fun.

i find the s2 confrontation between billy & steve at the byers house to be one of steve's best scenes ("were you dropped too much as a child, or what?... she's not here") - lying to billy's face feels like a fucking wild choice and i love it. steve with anger simmering beneath the surface. finally learning to plant his feet. still gets beaten to a pulp <3

he's an idiot boy and i love him.

did this answer the question? maybe! i can also talk about steve forever, so i love getting messages like this :) :) thank you for reading my works.

#oops long post #steve harrington #steve harrington meta #feeling loved #vio answers

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My Queliot art: Five of my favorites

Hey, everyone. Thank you so much for loving my art and cheering me on. I got approved to create a page for an upcoming anthology; I can't tell you about it yet for contractual reasons, but keep an eye out because I can't wait to share. In the meantime--I miss making Queliot art and fic so much, even though it's only been a couple of weeks. So please excuse me for providing a kind of "greatest hits" of recent art. These are some of the pieces in my portfolio that got me the slot! When you have time, please check out the AO3 pages for the art--these are each connected to a fic--and there's more art on those pages than I'm showing here. In particular--

A huge, huge shout-out to @magicians4time for the brilliant idea and fic I love so much, We Could Build a Castle,

and for the ongoing inspiration and encouragement! Your love for my work led DIRECTLY to some of my favorite art pieces I've ever made. Making art for your fic honestly is what really got me going with art again and took my art to a whole higher level (seriously, guys, if you look at my first Queliot fic-and-art from Dec. 2022, you'll see how far I've come!)--and I honestly cannot thank you enough for everything.

So, the first two pieces are from our beautiful castle, which @magicians4time and I are really excited to get back to as soon as we can! Honestly--I can't thank you enough for inspiring me--working with you has always been a dream come true--such a privilege.

We Could Build a Castle, fic by @magicians4time

These next two are from my solo fic-and-art WIP:

The First Duty of All Magicians Is to Save Their Friends

And the final sample of today is a solo fic-and-art of mine that's actually finished and very short (and you can also see the original pen-and-ink version)

Stealing a Book Titled Quentin Coldwater

Don't worry--as soon as I can, I'll be back with more Queliot art! (And fic--but that might take longer. In the meantime, please, please, please if you can, go & read some of the 200k I've written already--I'm kinda heartbroken that I have to take this break, even though it's for such good reasons!)

#queliot fanart #queliot fanfic #the magicians fanart #the magicians fanfic #eliot waugh #quentin coldwater #my fic and art #howl's moving castle fanfic #howl's moving castle fanart #otp: proof of concept

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@hprecfest 3/3: Days 21-31

Day 21: a thought-provoking fic

When the Rose and the Fire Are One

by perverse_idyll (@perverse-idyll). Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 81,618. Dysfunctional relationships. Minor Harry/George. Dubious consent. Sex magic. Secondary character death.

Harry’s haunted by guilt. Snape’s warded by roses. Each must free the other in order to free himself.

This is the fic that has ingrained itself in my brain more than any other, I think. PI is so clever and this whole world is well considered and fleshed out.

This story features probably the best original character I’ve seen in fic (Odile, my love). The magic in this story is phenomenal and I’m actually obsessed with it. The magic and history of Spinner’s End, and Severus, and Eileen, has fully become canonized in my brain, I swear to god. The characterizations of Harry and Severus are top tier. The sex is scorching. The emotions are a rollercoaster both exhilarating and terrifying. And the end!!!! Oh god, this is the fic that I think about for days after I read it, wondering what comes after.

While another of PI’s fics has captured my heart more, this is a close second and captured my mind more. It’s truly a masterwork and I cannot recommend this fic enough to people.

Niemöller, or Four Times When Harry Didn’t Speak Up and then When He Finally Did

by Leela. Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 7,904.

They came, and they came, and one day Harry noticed.

When I posted the original version of Masquerade (new version on AO3 | old version on FFN) years ago, someone commented that it reminded them of Niemöller. So of course, I had to look it up and read it, and I fell in love! It really makes you consider an alternate way the world could have gone in the wake of Voldemort’s demise, and veering too hard in the opposite direction of Voldemort and the Death Eaters. It’s all the more real as time goes on and we see how prone our society is to extremes, and how our natural inclinations may be to “over-correct.”

In the notes Leela linked to this poetic version of a confessional prose from Martin Niemöler, from who this fic gets its name:

First they came for the socialists, and I did not speak out— Because I was not a socialist. Then they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak out— Because I was not a trade unionist. Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out— Because I was not a Jew. Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me.

Day 22: an unfinished fic

The Release of Sisyphus

by starcrossed. Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: idk. LJ link.

The epilogue to Nights of Gethsemane and Invictus.

I've been waiting for TEN YEARS. TEN YEARS!!!! And I'll keep waiting cuz I've still not given up hope 🥲

This is the follow-up to NoG and Invictus that takes place years after the fact. Post-war, adult Harry, reconnecting with Severus. The last posted chapter is the worst place to leave off on, only because it was so close smut!!!! You just KNOW that's where chapter 16 would have gone if it had updated.

It hurts my soul a bit because I love this series so much, and so my soul will always be waiting for closure with this story. You know, until the author comes back in a year or two or ten with updates!! (Rec for NoG here.)

Day 23: a soulmate fic

Corresponding Shapes

by bleedcolor (@bleedcolor). Harry/Severus. Rated: T. Words: 5,516. Soulmate identifying marks.

For a very long time he hadn’t known what the names meant. He’d woken up the morning of his 7th birthday and there they were; red as blood, one more thing to brand him as a freak in the eyes of his aunt and uncle.

I love the idea of this one, Harry marked by two fates. I’m forever a sucker for soulmate-identifying marks, but the idea of this one is too neat, and Harry not knowing which name is which right away! It’s so sweet and lovely

Day 24: a holiday fic

The Christmas Hate List

by lizzy0305 (@lizzy0305). Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 11,465. Humor. Romance. Fluff.

Most people have a wishlist for Christmas, but Severus Snape is not most people - he has a hate list. There are five things Severus hates about the season, but with Harry Potter’s help, he gets reminded of the one thing he still loves about the Holidays.

GOD, Severus is such a HATER and I LOVE IT. But also, Mr. Grinch over here falls in love and we get a good laugh out of it. What a good time this is!

Gratia Plena

by Femme (@femmequixotic). Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 18,972.

Memories of a drunken kiss lead two lonely souls together at Christmas.

One of the more serious and angsty Christmas fics I love, but love it I do! I can’t help but love Femme’s work. This is right up my alley in general, even outside of the holiday season, as it features 2 difficult men with a hell of a lot of chemistry (and history). This suits just right when you’re in the mood for something less merry and bright.

The Nutcracker’s Delight

by perverse_idyll, rinsbane (@perverse-idyll). Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 17,119.

Severus Snape meets the Nutcracker.

A fun holiday crackfic! It’s such a good time, full of whimsy and festivity, and written by 2 creators I’ve long admired. It’s such a good time and will for sure get you in the holiday spirit!

Day 25: a fic rated T

a scratch for every itch

by bleedcolor (@bleedcolor). Harry/Severus. Rated: T. Words: 11,478. Magical maladies. Pining. Humor. Idiots to lovers. Fluff.

Severus Snape is an itch that Harry just can’t scratch.

This one can also work for the “comfort fic” prompt. It’s a lighthearted, feel-good Snarry with a lot to love! The magical malady here is so whimsical and cute and so fitting for the HP-verse.

The Sleeping Prince

by who_la_hoop. Harry/Severus. Rated: T. Words: 42,758. Postwar. Hogwarts 8th year. Deaging.

It’s hard to ignore your past — and impossible to do so when you can’t remember your future. But a meddlesome portrait, a dragon with an ancient grudge and true love’s kiss teach an unlikely Prince that a regrettable past doesn’t have to mean an unhappy ending.

This is one of my favorite fics. I don’t generally care for de-aging fics, but this one is exactly what I would hope for. Lots of cute, awkward teenage romance. I love seeing how distrustful and angsty teenage Severus is. And how sweet and dorky Harry is!

Day 26: a fic with an ending you can't stop thinking about

Penance is the Play

by Maeglin_Yedi (@maeglinyedi). Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 66,439. Underage. Student/teacher. Dysfunctional relationship. Manipulation. Coercion. Humor & angst.

Harry wants revenge. Harry has a plan. But is Harry Slytherin enough to avoid his own trap?

Yet another fic I read way too many times back in the day. And still do. But it’s so good!!!! And that ending still haunts me to this day, I swear to god.

And Mine the Gall

by perverse_idyll (@perverse-idyll). Rated: E. Words: 5,505. Sequel to In Infinite Remorse of Soul (Albus/Severus, Harry/Severus).

It’s one thing to deny oneself; it’s another to be denied. In which Albus learns (again) that sins of omission have consequences, even unto the next generation; and that what he denied to Severus shall be visited upon Harry.

These 2 fics are dark and delicious and AMAZING AND PERFECT AND I’m obsessed and will think about them forever. It also features a line that has lived rent free in my head fOR YEARS.

“Severus,” he sobs, an explosion of defeat, because the love that will poison his life has a name.

Day 27: a Muggle AU

Marks

by florahart. Harry/Severus. Rated: G. Words: 5,136. College/university. Student/professor. Podfic available.

Harry's a computer science student, but he needs a writing credit to qualify for an internship. All the writing classes are full, so he ends up in Snape's lit class as a substitute. Snape has a reputation as a hardass, but it can be said that no one passes his class without learning to write, so that meets the requirement, and then, once Harry starts working on that, it turns out they have something else in common.

I nearly recced this fic a handful of times already, for podfic day (JocundaSykes did a terrific narration of this!), comfort fic, and a fic rated G. So when it came time to choose a Muggle AU, I finally had to choose this one! There is still the essence of what I love about Snarry here: a bit of student/teacher (though as unproblematic as can be), with Snape as the mean teacher with a bad reputation, and Harry as the student who is smart and competent in some areas, but not Severus' area. It's a feel good fic that I often return to when I need something light and easy.

Day 28: an underrated fic

A Series of Events

by babygray (@babygray). Harry/Severus. Rated: M. Words: 67,251. Mpreg. Miscarriage. Underage. Student/teacher. Angst.

In January, the impossible occurred. It took Severus until April to realize just what that was, and to believe.

Not gonna lie, I don’t know how to gauge what’s “underrated” or “overrated” or “appropriately rated” but I do know that this is a fic I love too much to have no one to talk to about it. It’s like…idk how to explain this fic. It’s niche. It’s unique. It itches.

Okay “it itches” might sound weird, but like…this fic crawled under my skin and randomly reminds me of its presence. It’s not a happy fic, there are no easy answers, it’s all gray and complicated and sad and so real in a way that I’m obsessed with.

Molly’s Advice

by Arrisha (@arrisha-ao3). Harry/Severus. Rated: M. Words: 7,189. Postwar. Angst. Infidelity.

Snape used to have a secret; Harry only now begins to realise his own.

Okay, Arrisha’s work is all amazing, but this one is my favorite and no one talks about it???? Or at least, I’ve not seen anyone talk about it, WHICH IS A SHAME, YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED, THIS FIC IS WONDERFUL, PLEASE READ IT PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE.

Day 29: a post-canon fic

The Beating of This Fragile Heart

by Writcraft (@writcraft). Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 33,146. Fluff & angst. Hurt/comfort.

After the war, the last thing Severus Snape needs is the memory of a fleeting wartime kiss and a very persistent Harry Potter thwarting his plans to live a peaceful and solitary life. It’s only when Harry’s life is endangered that Severus is finally forced to confront his feelings head on.

This is one of my favorite fics and it does my heart so good! It’s such a lovely love story featuring a Harry who knows what he wants, and a Severus too scared and insecure for his (or Harry’s) own good. Their love here brings me so much joy.

Day 30: a pre-canon fic

Buried Roots

by yletylyf (@yletylyf). Severus-centric. Evan/Severus. Rated: M. Words: 19,036. First Wizarding War. Violence. Romance. Tragedy.

Severus Snape and Evan Rosier nurture their shared love of the Dark Arts, and find themselves drawn into Voldemort’s world. Severus is sure he can navigate anything in life, with Evan by his side.

I so thoroughly enjoyed this fic, as a well considered look at how Severus might have come to the Death Eaters. It does my heart good how impressed others were by Severus and his gifts, and how those gifts drew the Dark Lord’s eye. It was good to see his friendship/relationship with Evan Rosier, as well as the other connections Severus makes. There is no real goal to “excuse/forgive” Severus’ choices, but also makes his journey understandable and very real. I really appreciate Lety’s grasp of various characters and showing them in the best and worst ways, which is exactly what I love to see!

Day 31: a fav amongst favs

The White Road

by perverse_idyll (@perverse-idyll). Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 47,887. Lily POV. Romance. Redemption. Afterlife.

One day, comfortably set up in the afterlife, Lily Evans Potter switches on the telly and gets hooked on the Harry Potter show.

I’m pretty sure this is the fic I’ve read more than any other, except maybe some of my shorter faves. Maybe. I first read this fic around the time it was first posted, and I’ve reread it at least once a year ever since. It’s TRULY one of the best stories I’ve ever read. Seeing Snarry’s romance unfold from Lily’s POV is incredible, and PI is so masterful in making us feel their great love when we’re not in either of their heads.

Not to mention Lily’s character here is incredible. She’s spunky and vivacious, but has moments of meanness and vanity. She’s no saintly vision of Lily, but a very human Lily, for all that she’s dead. This is the story that really made me love and appreciate what Lily could be, as more than just Harry’s perfect martyred mother.

Also this is the fic that gave me a voyeurism kink.

#danpuff recs #hp rec fest #hp rec fest compilation

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quokkahans · 9 months

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Spoiled Brat in Action

Tags: Feederism fic, brat taming, lee minho x fat bratty boyfriend!Jisung, short backstory w/ wg

Warning: DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ.

Ship: MinSung (Minho x Jisung)

AO3 VERSION

"Minnie~", Jisung pouted softly before watching as his boyfriend didn't even pay attention, petting his cats. It was like this for a while—only a few minutes if we are going to be realistic, but the quokka boy simply cannot wait for long periods without his lover's attention.

"Baby, come here please..", the younger boy pleaded once more before Minho finally looked at his poor boyfriend but the response wasn't what Han would expect.

"Just wait for me, babe. I'll just feed the cats, if you're hungry, I'll feed you in a bit, okay?"

What? No, he needed that attention now! Jisung couldn't wait that long..

"But.. can you feed me now?", the younger couldn't buy it and used his puppy eyes in hopes of Minho just giving in as soon as possible, but like the first time.. it didn't work, unfortunately.

Lino just ignored the quokka, knowing for a fact that he isn't that fat not to get up and could feed himself.. right?

To give context on the present situation, let's see how Jisung got lazy and fat because of his boyfriend but also how the younger became spoiled and bratty.

You see, how they met was quite interesting. Minho was a resident freelance photographer who would take pictures of the city, and Jisung happened to be a subject of one of his photos. The older was entranced by the cute boy so he reached him out and that's where they talked.

Not too long ago, they decided to go on their first date and Minho was surprised to see Han eat so much, but it gave him an idea for the next dates.

This is where Jisung gained weight, being spoiled by Minho with big meals and sometimes the older boy put some extra butter in it to make it tasty (don't ask why, it's better that way).

As a result, Jisung had to work from home as a producer while Minho was saving enough money from photography works to keep finances stable and spoiling his lover was a top priority. They soon would move together to make things easier.

Over time, the quokka boy would expect to be fed all the time which gave way to his brattiness and Minho was almost fed up with putting up with it every day—plus sometimes, Jisung would do anything for attention.

But it wasn't that Minho was really fed up, he was just being playful as always, wanting to see how cute Jisung's reactions are and testing his limits as well.

That's what Jisung didn't realize sometimes, but he knew Minho would give in every time so the times that the brunette was being ignorant were eventually forgiven anyway and placed into the back of the larger man's mind.

Anyways, back to the present where Jisung is really contemplating his life choices.

"Hmph, if he's just going to ignore me, I'll show him that I need his attention.", the fat quokka thought in his head before a lightbulb lit up and a plan was brewing.

So, Jisung grunted and slowly sat up on the couch which slightly creaked under his weight, making the young quokka blush.

Now, his usually flat stomach was replaced with a massive belly that partially took up space in his very thick thighs—not to mention Jisung's flabby chest that sagged under his midsection and fat arms that acted like pillows for Minho to lean on (when he really paid attention.)

Jisung's plan was now ready in full swing; he heaved his fat body up before waddling to the bathroom door, trying to find an angle where the chestnut-haired boy's body would seem and barely felt stuck to the frame before leaning sideways.

Bingo.

Jisung smirked before "wriggling" himself back and forth, even glancing to and fro towards Minho. "B-Baby?.. I think I-I'm stuck..", he bit his lip, holding back a whimper before the older took a concerned look and his boyfriend looked stuck!

So when Lee Know came to inspect closer, it still looked like Jisung was stuck so there was a last resort. "Oh my god, are you okay, baby? I-", he rambled before sighing, clearly not expecting this to happen.

"I'I'm fine, just g-get me out-", Jisung pleaded before Lino cut him off with a kiss on his cheeks, "I will, baby. Just hold on for me, okay?", the brunette instructed before counting from one to three, pulling his boyfriend out but it felt like a breeze.

Something wasn't right..

Oh. Jisung was trying to get his attention.

"So.. care to explain what you just did?"

"Uhm.. I didn't do anything?"

"Yeah? Okay then.", Minho pulled Jisung harshly and walked to the kitchen. "Sit there."

Jisung shivered, mixed emotions rushing through as he knew that this was the final straw from the older.

Then, Minho brought some big leftover slices of cheesecake, sternly looking at his lover.

"If you're really sorry, you don't have to eat this. But since you continue being a brat.. you know where this is going."

Minho proceeded to shove a sizeable piece, with Jisung whining softly but reluctantly complies.

To simply put it, Jisung will never be bratty again.

#j fics #minsung #chubby skz

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imaginespazzi · 2 months

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Hi bestie 🥰

Sorry it took me a lil while to check in but I wanted to make sure I formed some sensical thoughts after reading part 1! Although, this might actually all be non-sensical because I’m still reeling from it all and I’m nowhere near as articulate but anyway, here goes (side note: am I listening to if the world was ending while writing this? you bet I am):

WOW WOW WOW, the beginning? My heart broke immediately and as the biggest angst fiend, I was like oh- this- this is gonna be immaculate I already know.

And of course it was. OF COURSE IT WAS.

The photos of them on the wall?? And Paige’s realisation of how much she fucked up cos Azzi never once let go even though Paige ignored her for a WHOLE FUCKING YEAR!!!

The flashback to when Azzi broke the UCLA news to Paige; yeah you ATE that. I know you said you might take inspiration from my suggestion and that’s pretty much how it played out in my mind, only your version was a hundred thousand times better- like the talent is just unmatched.

Paige’s first reaction being “BUT YOU NAMED YOUR DOG STEWIE!!!!” Is so fucking real lmao, I laughed and cried.

Nika standing ten toes down for her twin always, I respect it.

And Jealous Paige? Yeah my favourite trope fr ✊ (also the fact that she already got jealous of carol of all ppl?? lmao, i can't even imagine how she'd react to seeing Azzi with someone that's actually into her 😭)

And then the ending?? You’re sick for that cos see now that’s all I’ll be thinking about until we get the next part (making your fics my roman empire? it’s only fair)

Thoughts on what might come next (which you should totally ignore if it's not what you have in mind bcos again, your brain >>> my pea-sized brain):

Imma need Paige to suffer a lot bit LMAO, like sorry to her but girlie deserves to pay for freezing out princess FOR A YEAR.

Like I know that’s the love of your life Azzi babygirl, but you better make blondie work. beg. grovel.

I also feel like Azzi’s teammates wouldn’t be so accepting of Paige straight away? They’d be super protective of Azzi cos like that’s pookie, who wouldn’t be?? And they were the ones who witnessed just how much she was hurting during her freshman year and how often she waited for a call that never came, so yeah Paige really gonna have to prove herself 😌

Anyhooo, to sum it up, you outdid yourself and then some bestie. Your stories genuinely give me the best escape from reality and I cannot express how thankful I am for you taking the time and effort to write masterpieces like that for us.

Oh finally, the tagline for the story being "everything changes, except the ending" - pure genius, in my humble opinion.

Until next time 💗

-🙋‍♀️ (I’ve decided to fully stick to this as my signature)

Hi bestieeee, I'm so, so, so, glad you liked it. Like I wanted everyone to like it of course, but you especially, it's very important to me that you like it.

Bestie, you helped so much with how Azzi would reveal it/Paige's reaction, like so much of that is your brain work, I just put it into words and I'm glad it turned out how you imagined it.

Lmao I wanted Paige's initial reaction to be so random and I was like WAIT, how is she going to bring a dog named Stewie to UCLA (again more proof that it was always gonna be UConn for her).

Jealous Paige is my favorite version of Paige because it's a) really fun to write and b) really hot to imagine. And it's only going to get worse for her.

Nika needs to be team Paige because I fear Azzi's teammates are about to be menaces to her and not in a good way.

I was actually gonna end it with Azzi running out and then have none of the stuff outside but I think it was important for them to have that conversation and I wanted them to kiss teehee

My current (loose) summary for the next part in terms of plot is "Azzi goes on a date and Paige goes insane" so trust bestie, blondie will in fact suffer. 😈

Always so happy to see you babe, come back with more suggestions or just to ki-ki whenever. 💗💗💗

#ask #fic talk #UCLA ANON LOML FR <3

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sequinsmile-x · 1 year

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Stained Glass Windows - Chapter Twenty

Life was complicated, but they wouldn't have it any other way.

-x-

Hi friends!!

I cannot believe we are 20 chapters into this!! Thank you so much for your continued support for this fic. I love this version of them and LOVE hearing what you think about their story <3

20 chapters down...who knows how many to go!!

-x-

Words: 4.7k

A full list of warnings for the fic can be found on the Series Master List and will be updated as we go along. Please note that more warnings have been added.

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

March 2009

“Shouldn’t we be doing something?”

Emily rolls her eyes, shifting carefully in the bed so she didn’t disturb Jack as he slept between them, “We are doing something.”

“We’re just laying here.”

She turns on her side to face him, resting her head on her hand as she looks up at him, “Exactly. It’s called relaxing.” She smiles and leans over the sleeping toddler to press a kiss to Aaron’s cheek, “It’s what Sundays are for.”

Aaron looks at her indulgently as her attention shifts to Jack, the little boy moves towards Emily in his sleep, his head against her chest as she lays back down and pulls him against her.

“I suppose we should wait until he wakes up,” Aaron says, reaching over and running his fingers through his son’s hair, “When did he move to our bed anyway?”

Emily smiles at him before she kisses the top of Jack’s head, “He had a nightmare,” she explains, “He woke me up and asked if I could give him one of my magic hugs.”

Aaron frowns at the mention of a nightmare, “You could have woken me up, sweetheart?”

She shrugs as if it was nothing, “We were ok.”

Aaron smiles and moves closer to them and puts his arm around them. He leans in to kiss her, his hand on her cheek as he holds her in place.

“He loves you,” he says, stamping another kiss against her lips before he pulls back to look at her, “We both do.”

“The feeling is definitely mutual,” she replies, glancing down at the little boy fast asleep on her chest, “I’m just glad he trusts me.”

“Of course, he does, Em,” he says, “You’ve always been amazing with kids,” he pauses, unsure if he should say what he wants to, but he clears his throat and pushes forward anyway, “You’re going to be an amazing mom one day.”

She smiles widely at him, her flushed cheeks aching with it. It had been two weeks since she’d found out about Matthew's death and everything that came with it. Aaron had found her outside the church and looked after her, listening as she spoke about the friend she still felt like she’d let down. Their conversation as Aaron held her close to warm her back up had ended with them agreeing that children were part of their future. Something they both wanted with each other.

She sometimes wondered if this whole thing was going too fast. If she was getting carried away less than a year into a relationship because she finally found someone who understood and loved every part of her. But she pushed those concerns away, happy to love him and be loved by him. This man who had been hiding in plain sight all along everything she never believed she’d have.

“Thanks,” she replies, her teeth sinking into her lower lip.

“I mean it,” he says, kissing her temple, “Any kid would be lucky to have you as a mother.”

She shakes her head at him, the compliment warming her from the inside out, “And any kid, just like this one,” she says, resting her cheek against the top of Jack’s head, “Would be lucky to have you.”

___

Emily groans as there is a knock on the front door. She gives herself a moment to breathe through vicious nausea before she sits and then stands up from the couch. Morning sickness, something she thinks might be the most poorly named thing of all time, had kicked in almost as soon as she found out she was pregnant. At first, she’d thought it was psychosomatic, but now she could barely be around most of her favourite foods let alone considering eating them.

There’s another knock at the door just as she reaches it, and she looks through the peephole to see Haley and Jack on the other side.

“Haley, hi,” she says, pulling the door open, “Come in.” She watches as Haley looks around, trying to see if Aaron was home, “Aaron had to go to work for a few hours,” she looks down to Jack, dutifully standing next to his mother, and winks, “So it will just be us and Sergio for a little while.”

Jack beams and rushes towards her, hitting her with some force that makes her wince, her injuries from the car crash still sore, and she breathlessly chuckles as she ruffles his hair.

“Careful with Emily, Jack,” Haley gently chastises as she walks in, closing the apartment door behind her, “She’s still hurt from that accident a few weeks ago, remember?”

Jack pulls back, his eyes wide with horror, “I’m sorry, Em’ly.”

“It’s ok, sweet boy. Sergio was sleeping on your bed the last time I saw him,” Emily says, smiling at the little boy, “Why don’t you go see if he’s still there?”

Jack nods excitedly, any upset at the prospect of hurting her gone as quickly as it appeared, and he turns back to look at his mother, “Bye Mommy,” he takes off at a run, and both Emily and Haley speak in unison.

“Careful on the stairs, Jack.”

They look at each other and smile, an awkward tension filling the air that Emily hates feeling in her own home. They chuckle when Jack makes it to his room, yelling out the kitten's name in delight as he’s reunited with his furry friend. Emily stands up straight and her stomach lurches, and she has to clench her fists to stop herself from laying her hand on her belly, not wanting to give anything away about her pregnancy.

“Thank you so much for taking him, my sister got tickets to this event and…well I don’t remember the last time I went on a night out,” Haley says, smiling as she looks around their apartment, noting the new pictures on the wall that had been put up since the last time she’d been here.

“It’s ok,” Emily says, turning to face the fridge to give herself a moment to try and breathe out slowly, her stomach rolling at the scent of Haley’s perfume, her morning sickness playing havoc with her no matter the time of day, “We went out on New Year last year so it’s only fair.”

“I remember Aaron saying you were a little worse for wear the next morning,” Haley says, with something that sounds a little too close to judgement edging into her voice. Emily knows she won’t mean it, that it’s just an attempt at conversation. Something that, between the two of them, could still be a little strained at times when they weren’t discussing Jack. Usually, Emily could see past it. Could accept that on some level she’d always be the villain in part of Haley’s story, the woman who Aaron moved on with quickly, but between the exhaustion and the raging hormones she finds it harder than usual.

She chuckles politely, swallowing back bile and a comment about how Aaron had fucked her that night exactly where Haley was currently standing. Instead, she turns and smiles at the other woman in a way she’s sure her mother would be proud of.

“He wasn’t much better himself,” she says instead, “Do you want a drink? If you want to wait to see him it might be a little while, Strauss was insistent he went in.”

“It would be nice to say Happy New Year,” Haley says, stepping towards the kitchen counter and taking a seat on one of the stools, “Coffee maybe? Gods knows I’ll need it to stay awake until midnight.”

Emily chuckles and nods, turning to grab a cup to pour her some, “Of course, I’ll just grab you the Splenda.” She places the cup of coffee down in front of her and walks the short distance to the pantry.

“You’re not having any?” Haley asks curiously, watching as Emily places the coffee pot back down without pouring herself a cup.

Emily freezes for a moment before the grabs the box of Splenda packets and passes them to Haley.

“I’ve already had some this morning,” she lies, hoping Haley doesn’t see through it, her nausea increasing at the mere thought of drinking coffee, “I think I’ll just have some water.” She turns to walk towards the fridge but accidentally knocks over the box of Splenda packets as she opens the fridge door, as well as her purse that was also on the countertop. “Shit.”

She swore she’d become more clumsy since she fell pregnant. Her exhaustion and almost constant sickness left her prone to knocking things over, her usual dexterity seemingly long gone. She grumbles under her breath as she leans down to pick up the tiny packets.

“Oh, let me help you,” Haley says, already on her feet and kneeling down to help before Emily can refuse.

It’s a combination of everything. The nausea she’d been pushing down all morning made worse by leaning down. The smell of the coffee and the floral scent of Haley’s perfume. All rolling into one massive lurch of her stomach that forces her to cover her mouth as she stands up quickly, the feeling burning up her throat.

“Excuse me,” she mutters from behind her hand, not worrying for a brief moment about how this looked, what Haley could interpret from it, all of her focus on not throwing up on her fiancé’s ex-wife as she rushes towards the downstairs bathroom.

“Emily?” Haley watches her go, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she hears the bathroom door open and then slam close. She grimaces in sympathy as she hears Emily throw up and picks up the rest of the packets of sweetener from the floor.

When she stands up straight she sees the fridge door is still open, and places her hand to close it, but she stops, frozen in place as her eyes catch the line of neatly organised cans of ginger ale. Aaron hated it, she knew that. It was something she’d always teased him about whenever he was sick, her eyebrow raised at him as she told him he’d feel better if he drank the stuff but he always refused.

Which meant it was Emily’s.

She closes the door to the fridge and shakes her head, trying to rid herself of the brief, almost ridiculous idea that crosses her mind, not fully understanding the anger that comes with it. She blows out a breath and spots Emily’s purse still on the floor, she kneels down and picks it up, careful as she puts stray lipstick and coins that had scattered across the floor back into it. She’s just about to stand up again when she spots a small white card on the floor that was face down. She picks it up and turns it over, her heart skipping a beat in her chest as she looks at it, her hand over he mouth as she tries to capture a gasp.

It was an ultrasound scan with Emily’s name on it dated two weeks ago. Everything slots into place. The exhaustion she’d noticed on Emily’s face the moment she walked in. The obvious nausea. The ginger ale in the fridge.

The way Jack had told her Aaron told him they had to be extra careful with Emily for a while, something she had put down to the car accident she’d been in.

“What are you doing?”

She looks up to see Emily standing just a few paces in front of her, her hands on her hips and her eyes wide as she realises what is in Haley’s hands.

Fury that Haley knows on some level she has no right to feel flares up in her chest, her jaw tense as she holds the ultrasound a little tighter.

“Are you…pregnant?” She asks, answering Emily’s question with another question.

Emily sighs, rubbing at the bridge of her nose, “Yes,” she answers simply, walking over and taking the ultrasound from Haley’s hands, straightening out the slight crease that had formed from how tightly the other woman had been holding it, “Yes I am.”

They fall into an awkward silence, the air thick around them as neither knows what to say next. The seconds feel like they drag on for an age, and Emily places the scan down on the counter.

“Look, Haley-”

“Were you going to tell me?” Haley asks, her arms tight across her chest as she stares at Emily.

Emily lets out a humourless laugh, “Of course we were, but we’ve only known a couple of weeks and…we wanted to keep it to ourselves for a while.” She can feel her own temper rising, matching that of the woman on the other side of her kitchen counter, and she hates that she feels like she has to justify this, justify her happiness, in her own home.

“Was this planned?” Haley asks without meaning to, the unexpected news and her anger clouding her judgement.

Emily stares at her for a moment, her tongue sticking out to wet her lower lip as she considers her answer, choosing her words carefully, “Not that it’s really any of your business-”

“Not my business? My son-”

“Your son is upstairs,” Emily says quietly, but firmly, swallowing thickly against the anger she is fighting a losing battle with as it climbs up her chest, “And I don’t think this is how any of us want him to find out he’s having a sibling,” she waits for a moment and Haley relents, nodding sharply before Emily carries on, “This was planned, it happened a little quicker than we thought it would, but we’re happy.”

It feels like a punch to the gut and it leaves Haley feeling breathless. Emotions she thought she’d buried long ago about Aaron and his new life breaking free, rising from their graves even more vicious than they had been before she’d put them there. She shakes her head and laughs bitterly, forcing back tears as she takes out her anger on the one person who she knows doesn’t deserve it.

“Of course, it happened quickly,” she says, clenching her teeth, “I guess that confirms I was the problem all along when we were trying to have Jack.”

Emily blows out a breath, guilt making her stomach twist in a whole different way than what she’d become used to over the last few weeks. She’d said to Aaron already that they’d have to approach telling Haley carefully for that exact reason, well aware that one of the, many, strains on his marriage to her had been their difficulty in conceiving Jack.

It’s why this was the furthest thing from what she had wanted.

“Haley-”

“It isn’t enough that you stole my husband and that my son is obsessed with you? You’re all he’ll talk about, did you know that?” She spits out, her anger free flowing now it had started to escape, something she wouldn’t be able to stop if she tried, “Now you have to seal the deal by apparently being the most fertile woman on the planet.”

Emily is silent for a moment, stunned by the insults she’s sure Haley had held back ever since Aaron told her he’d moved on. It feels like whatever friendship they’d tentatively built, held together by love for both Aaron and Jack, is in pieces on the floor around them.

“I…I didn’t steal, Aaron, Haley,” she chokes out, the need to clarify that more important than anything else, “You two were divorced before we got together. And I’m the one who…” she drifts off, not sure that mentioning now that Aaron had made the first move, that she’d been worried she would be his rebound, was a good idea, “I didn’t steal him.”

Haley scoffs, “I guess you can’t steal what was probably always yours anyway.”

Emily feels tears burning at the back of her eyes, her pregnancy and the hormones that came along with it already destroying her ability to compartmentalise in the way she’d always been so proud of.

“I think you should go,” Emily says, clearing her throat when her voice shakes, the sound seemingly enough to snap Haley out of whatever wave of anger she’d been swept under, “I’ll tell Aaron you said hi.”

Haley feels her cheeks burning, her words playing over in her head as a breath stutters out her lungs, wishing she could take back what she’d said, “Emily-”

“Please,” Emily says, walking towards the door and opening it, “We’ll make sure Jack is back tomorrow at the agreed time.”

Haley stares at her for a second and nods, pausing at the door and looking at Emily, who was looking anywhere but at Haley’s face. “I’m sorry.”

Emily nods, her jaw tight as she stops herself from accepting an apology she wasn’t quite ready to hear yet. “See you tomorrow, Haley.”

___

Aaron is greeted by the sound of the tv when he walks in the door, a cartoon that Jack was obsessed with on the screen, the volume turned all the way down.

“Jack?” He asks, smiling when his son’s face appears from over the back of the sofa, his eyes bright, “Where’s Emily?” He looks around, surprised that his fiancée was nowhere to be found, and Jack puts his finger over his lips, shushing him.

“She’s sleeping,” he whispers, pointing to the rest of the couch.

Aaron’s smile widens as he walks closer and sees Emily curled up on half of the couch, a cushion pulled against her chest as she sleeps.

“Em’ly tired,” Jack says, and Aaron looks at his son and nods before he kisses the top of his head.

“Yes, buddy, she is,” he replies, happiness filling his chest at the knowledge of why Emily struggled to stay awake without at least one nap a day at the moment, the tiny baby in her stomach making its presence well known, “Why don’t you go find Sergio for me, and I’ll wake Emily up so we can sort dinner?”

Jack is up and moving before Aaron even finishes his sentence, the cat a handy tool to distract his son if they needed it, Jack’s gentle love for Sergio something that both he and Emily loved to watch.

Aaron waits until his son is out of earshot and he kneels down next to Emily’s head, pressing a kiss to her forehead before he speaks, “Em, sweetheart?”

She mutters something incoherent and frowns before she opens her eyes, blinking a few times to clear her vision, “Did I fall asleep again?”

He smiles and kisses her forehead again before he stands, encouraging her to sit up so he can slide in next to her on the couch.

“Yes, you did,” he replies, pulling her in to lean against his side, “Baby giving you trouble?”

She hums, “Like you wouldn’t believe,” she pauses for a second and then sits up, “Oh my god, Jack-”

“Is fine. He was watching TV and is now chasing Sergio around somewhere,” he says calmly, and she smiles sleepily at him.

“That cat and his obsession with the Hotchners,” she quips, rolling her eyes jokingly, “You wouldn’t know I’m the one who rescued him.”

Aaron pulls her back into his side and runs his hand up and down her arm, “How was Haley when she dropped Jack off?” He asks idly, but he feels how Emily tenses against him instead of answering, the silence around them louder than any response she could have given, “Em?”

“It was fine,” she says, and it's too quick even to her ears and she sighs, her forehead pressed against his shoulder before she pulls back to look at him, “She knows I’m pregnant.”

It’s his turn to be silent, the deep line between his brow forming as he frowns, “What? I thought we said…”

“I didn’t tell her,” Emily says, leaning forward, her elbows on her knees as she buries her face in her hands, “The smell of her perfume made my nausea kick in and when I got out of the bathroom she had the ultrasound picture in her hands, it must have fallen out of my purse,” she swallows thickly, “She was…upset. She said some things,” she can hear her heartbeat in her head as she tries to push back tears, frustrated that she’s so upset over something that would usually, at most, piss her off, “I asked her to leave.”

Aaron feels his heart fall to his stomach, “Em-”

“It’s always going to be like this isn’t it?” She asks, lifting her head from her hands as she looks at him with shining eyes, “No matter what we do, we’re always going to have to consider her and how she feels. And it’s just…it’s not fair, Aaron. I know that’s fucking juvenile. But I’m pregnant, and I’m so happy, but the first person who found out is your ex-wife and she may as well have called me a home-wrecking whore.”

“She called you a what?” He grits out through his teeth, anger at his ex-wife that he hadn’t felt in quite some time burning in his lungs.

“She didn’t say it in so many words,” Emily clarifies, wiping a tear from her cheek, “But the implication was there.”

“Em,” he says, reaching out for her and placing his hand on her knee, “What did she say to you?”

She sighs, “She-”

“Daddy, Emily - me and Sergio are hungry!”

Emily sighs and rests her forehead against his shoulder, breathing him in an attempt to calm herself down. He’d stopped wearing his cologne because he knew it made her feel sick, so instead all she smells is him.

“Later,” she says, pulling away to smile at him. He opens his mouth to argue with her, but she shakes her head, reaching for his hand and linking their fingers together, “Later, I promise.”

“Daddy!”

She smiles as Jack shouts louder this time, as if that would make them move quicker, “Come on, honey,” she says, standing up and tugging him up with her, “Let's go feed the monsters.”

___

Aaron takes Jack back to Haley’s by himself the next morning.

Emily’s nausea was always at its worst at the start and the end of the day, so he’d left her in bed with a can of ginger ale and some crackers, covering a laugh as she lamented that it was his fault she was sick this New Year's Day. Her illness down to her pregnancy as opposed to all the tequila she had consumed last year.

He’d barely slept. His mind whirring with everything Emily had told him about her fraught conversation with Haley. She’d fallen asleep against him afterwards, tears neither of them addressed soaking through the thin material of his t-shirt. He wondered if he’d taken it for granted. If he’d just assumed that because Haley and Emily got along it was something that would always stay that way.

Maybe he’d underestimated how much Haley was still hurting, too caught up in his own happiness.

He sighs as he knocks on the door to the house he used to live in, laughing as his son bounces from foot to foot next to him.

“I told you to go to the bathroom before we left,” he says, raising his eyebrow at his son.

“I didn’t need to go then,” Jack replies, a tone in his voice that sounded a little like Emily. The door opens and Jack rushes in, “Hi Mommy, Bye Daddy.”

“Bye Jack,” Aaron says, shaking his head at the little boy as he runs into the house before he looks up at his ex-wife. She looks a little worse for wear, the same bleariness in her eyes he recognised from their college days when they were hungover but could push through it. She’s still got last night’s makeup under her eyes, “Fun last night?”

“Yeah,” she replies, flashing him a tight smile, “It was good, thanks again for having him.”

“He’s my son, Haley. You know we’re always happy to have him,” he says, his hands in his jeans pockets as he looks at her, unsure of what to say now he was here.

“No Emily today?” She asks, attempting to sound casual, her eyes flicking between him and the empty car on the driveway.

“She didn’t feel up to it,” he replies, and Haley sighs.

“She told you,” she says, looking down to the porch and her bare feet, her cheeks tinged with embarrassment.

“Of course, she told me, Haley,” he says, “That’s what you do in a relationship.”

“We never did that, towards the end,” she replies sharply, looking back up at him.

“Well, let's say that I’ve learnt from my past mistakes,” he responds carefully, staring at her for a second before he carries on, “You really upset her.”

“Aaron-”

“And whatever you think of me, of how I handled things, you leave her out of it,” he says firmly, making sure he isn’t crossing any lines Emily wouldn’t thank him for later, well aware of his fiancée’s hyper independence and her insistence she didn’t need protecting, “She’s done nothing wrong, and she certainly doesn’t the stress now she’s-”

“Pregnant,” Haley cuts over him. She crosses her arms over her chest and blows out a steady breath, “Look, you don’t need to read me the riot act. Jess already did that last night.”

Aaron raises an eyebrow, “She did?”

“Yes,” Haley replies, “I already knew I was in the wrong she just…confirmed it for me. Emily didn’t deserve that, and neither do you, and I am sorry,” she clears her throat, “And when Emily is ready to hear it I’ll say it to her too.” He waits, watching her carefully as he tries to see if she’s lying, and she chuckles, “You don’t have to profile me, Aaron. I mean it. I reacted out of anger and upset because something we struggled with happened so easily for you and her.”

He nods, smiling through his embarrassment at being caught out trying to read her. “Well, I’m sorry you found out that way. It’s not what we planned.”

“That’s ok,” she says shaking it off, “Emily looked green. It’s impressive she lasted as long as she did without throwing up.”

He laughs, “She said it was your perfume, I’ve had to stop wearing my cologne.”

Haley laughs and then grimaces at the pounding in her head, “Taken down by your fiancé’s ex-wife’s perfume that you bought her. That’s some twisted irony,” she says, and they exchange a smile, “You should get her something minty. Either mint tea or gum. Even candy. They helped me get through the first trimester.”

He remembers it now she’s said it. Their panty full to the brim with anything mint-flavoured until the nausea passed, “Thanks, Haley,” he says, smiling at her, “I should go.”

“Of course,” she says, and they exchange goodbyes. He’s at the bottom of the porch steps when she speaks again, “Aaron?”

He turns back to look at her, car keys already in hand. Keen to get back to the woman he loves and look after her, “Yeah?”

“Congratulations,” she says, “On the baby.”

“Thanks,” he replies, smiling widely like she hadn’t seen him smile in years, and he gets into his car before driving away back to the home he shared with another woman.

Haley blows out a steady breath as she closes the front door behind her, and she hears her phone chime from across the room. She walks towards it and sees a text on the screen from a man, Michael, who she’d met the night before. Jessica had pressured her into giving him her number, and at the time she’d just done it to appease her sister. She puts her phone down before she shakes her head at herself, picking it back up and sending a quick response before she can talk herself out of it.

Aaron was happy. It was time she tried to find happiness for herself too.

-x-

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late because i had a thing this afternoon, then my queue ate the first version of this post lol, so here it is, my third and final fic for Wyll week!

today's prompt was "alternate use for the tadpole," it's roughly 2.4k of plotless smut, and you can read it on ao3 right here

There was something about Wyll, something Kilian had noticed during their time spent on the road together.

Every word of praise he got, no matter who it came from, did something to him.

Kilian didn't actually notice until recently, as they started spending more one on one time together. Every time Wyll received praise, he practically radiated pride, Kilian could almost envision a wagging tail.

And when the praise came from Kilian himself, well… Wyll seemed to like it in a different way. The shy smile and glance away, the subtle but not quite subtle enough biting of his lip. It was all very cute, and it made Kilian want to hold him down and see just how far the praise could take him.

On a night like any other, Kilian got the chance to do just that.

He and Wyll would occasionally stay up together, drinking and sharing stories from their pasts, Wyll with tales of fearsome monsters and hard-won battles, Kilian with salacious stories of his early twenties. It was a bit underhanded on Kilian’s part, because on the one hand he wanted to respect Wyll’s desire to wait, but on the other hand, part of him really wanted to rile him up enough to let Kilian between his legs.

With his recent discovery of Wyll’s thing for praise, he wondered if he had at last found the key to Wyll’s proverbial chastity belt. It would just take a little storytelling and embellishment on Kilian’s part, but he knew he had it in him. What was embellishment if not lying with plot?

“Have I ever told you about the cleric?” Kilian said, having waited for a lull in conversation to voice his little fabrication.

Wyll took a swig of the wine they were sharing and looked at him curiously.

“No, I don’t think you have,” he said. “Is this another notch-in-the-bedpost story?”

“Mon ange, those are the only interesting stories I have,” Kilian remarked dryly.

“Not true!” Wyll furrowed his brow and gave a kind smile. “I quite liked the one about your sister and that, uh… he was a noble but I can’t remember what you said… ugh, what was he? Duke?”

“Marquis,” Kilian smirked. “And the fact that you cannot remember tells me it was not an interesting story.”

“Aha, but I remember that he gifted her a room of flowers she was allergic to, then her throat almost closed up and she had to be physically stopped from casting fireball to destroy them,” Wyll said, smiling all the while. “The nobleman’s title was inconsequential to the story.”

Kilian stared at him blankly, and Wyll just kept smiling. It was almost annoying how good he was at this. Almost.

“Tell me again how I don’t remember?” He nudged Kilian with his elbow.

Kilian grumbled and batted him away. “Do you want to hear the cleric story or not?”

“Sure, love, tell me about your priest kink.”

Kilian snatched the wine bottle from him as he laughed, and took several swallows of the tasty red.

“Gods, you are a pain in my ass,” he said. Any guilt he felt for taking advantage of Wyll’s little thing for praise vanished in that moment. Wyll wanted to tease him? Well, he would tease Wyll right back. “So the cleric… he was this cute little half elf. Lovely brown skin, gorgeous, dark red hair, and just the prettiest eyes, the color of sunshine.”

All true. Kilian had met this cleric through a mutual “friend.” The three of them shared many a steamy evening together, enjoying each other’s bodies. He would leave the third out of his story, Wyll didn’t need to know that particular detail.

“He was so sweet but had a voracious sexual appetite,” he continued. “I could barely keep up.”

“Based on your past stories, that’s really saying something,” Wyll chuckled.

“Make a man with no need to rest between orgasms and he will inevitably tire out those that do.”

Wyll’s brow furrowed.

“He had a cunt,” Kilian clarified.

“Huh,” Wyll blinked at him. “That would do it.”

“I took it as a compliment,” he said. “I was clearly satisfying him if he wanted it so much.”

“This is starting to sound like a brag,” Wyll said flatly.

Kilian cringed. “Pardonne-moi, I got carried away.”

Wyll waved his hand dismissively.

“To get back on track…” Kilian started. “He may have been running me into the ground in terms of frequency, but soon after we met, I discovered something about him that often gave me the upper hand during our late-night liaisons.”

Wyll put the wine bottle on the ground beside him and leaned closer. “Yeah?”

Kilian looked him square in the eye and said, “‘Good boy.’”

Wyll froze, his eyes widening almost imperceptibly.

“I- I’m sorry?” he stammered.

“I would call him a good boy,” Kilian smiled.

“Oh…”

“He loved when I praised him,” Kilian said. “It would always make him melt. Good boy , you’re doing so well , be good and come for me .”

With each word, Wyll looked more shy, and Kilian only grew more bold.

He pressed his hand flat to Wyll’s chest. “Can you be good for me? Hm ?”

He could feel Wyll’s racing heart.

“Kilian…”

“Yes, mon ange?”

“Are you… are you doing something to me?” Wyll asked.

“Is something I am saying affecting you?” Kilian asked in return. “Would you like to be praised?”

Wyll stammered, “I- well- I don’t- I don’t know, I-”

Kilian took his face in his hands and leaned in close.

“Because I could,” he murmured. “You are so good, Wyll. So, so good.”

Wyll closed his eyes and exhaled slowly.

“You like that?”

Wyll nodded, biting his lip

“Oh…” Kilian cooed. “My sweet boy.”

He pressed his lips to Wyll’s in a soft kiss, then another, and another. They could never do just one kiss, not when they were alone. There was typically a stopping point, but that night was different. Wyll was softer, more pliable, giving Kilian the perfect opportunity to swing a leg over his thighs and settle in his lap.

Wyll didn’t protest. In fact, he seemed to be very into it, wrapping his arms around Kilian’s waist and gripping his shirt as he continued to ravish him with his mouth. Their kisses grew more heated, and before long, Kilian was rocking his hips against Wyll’s, while Wyll slid his hands up the back of his shirt.

Feeling his warm, rough hands on his back had all sorts of filthy ideas running through Kilian’s head. Wyll underneath him, stripped naked, writhing and squirming and clawing at his skin as Kilian plowed into him relentlessly.

Or should his hands be tied? Kilian always did love a spot of rope in the bedroom. Maybe a blindfold too.

He wished he could show Wyll all of it, see what he liked, because as of right then, the only thing that he knew Wyll liked was praise. And Kilian himself of course.

No. There was a way to show him. They wouldn’t even have to take their clothes off.

“There is so much I want to do to you, Wyll,” Kilian whispered into his mouth.

“I- I… I want to know, but…” Wyll bit his lip and looked away.

“I can show you…” He pressed their foreheads together. “If you let me in.”

“Let you-”

Kilian tapped into the little wriggling guest in his head, reaching out to Wyll in an attempt to enter his mind.

“I will let you in too,” he said. “We can share.”

Wyll chewed his lip and held his stare, until finally, Kilian felt the barrier come down. He could see Wyll’s thoughts, loose images that, at the moment, were all Kilian.

“Good boy.”

A burst of elation and arousal. That boded well for Kilian’s plan.

“Do you want to see?”

Wyll nodded.

Kilian closed his eyes and concentrated on the scene in his head.

They were on Kilian’s bed, back at his family’s estate, stripped down to their chemises. Kilian teased a kiss, barely brushing Wyll’s lips, squeezing one of his pecs as he slid his lips along Wyll’s jaw, until he found the smooth skin of his throat.

Wyll sighed and carded his fingers through Kilian’s hair, but his soft, relaxed noises of contentment shifted as Kilian reached down and cupped him through his pants.

Kilian divested him of his shirt, and skillfully undid the fastenings of his pants before pushing him onto his back and removing his own shirt. Wyll lied before him, panting and disheveled, staring up at Kilian with a look of pure lust, pure hunger.

“Let me see you,” he said, running his hand down his chest and stomach, sliding it down, down into his underwear. “Show me what you’ll give me.”

“Mm, say please,” Kilian smiled sweetly, tilting his head.

“Please,” Wyll obeyed. “I want to see you.”

“Good boy.”

Kilian could feel Wyll’s growing arousal tickling the back of his mind. Time to turn it up a notch.

Ever the tease, Kilian slowly undid his pants’ fastenings, hooking his thumbs under his waistband, before pushing them down his thighs, along with his underwear. Wyll’s hand moved in a slow, steady motion between his legs, pumping his cock as Kilian revealed himself.

“Your turn.” With just those words as warning, Kilian reached forward, and tugged Wyll’s remaining clothes from his body.

At last, Wyll was laid out before him, naked, skin glistening with sweat, body ready to be taken.

And Kilian would take him, but only when he begged for it.

He pressed kisses to the insides of Wyll’s thighs, nipping and sucking, getting closer and closer to where he knew Wyll wanted it, skirting around his swollen cock, teasing and teasing until Wyll was shaking, his chest heaving.

Only when his fingers dug into the sheets did Kilian dive in and drag his tongue up his length.

Wyll cried out as Kilian took him in his mouth, fingers weaving into Kilian’s hair as he bobbed his head, groaning and gasping as Kilian expertly worked him over.

“Kilian…” he sighed.

He was leaking profusely, panting and squirming, moments from coming, so of course he let out a needy whine when Kilian abruptly pulled off.

Kilian hushed him, pressing kisses to his hip, stomach, ribs, making his way to Wyll’s chest and wrapping his lips around a nipple. He swirled his tongue around the sensitive bud, steadily stroking Wyll’s cock all the while.

Then his fingers trailed down, further between his legs. Wyll gasped when he pressed them to his hole, groaned as Kilian slowly pushed inside him. They went in easy, already slick, and Wyll spread his legs just a little wider.

Kilian thrusted into him, searching for that place inside him that would make him so, so wet. Wyll panted in time with his thrusting, until at last-

“Fuck-!” His back arched, his fingers dug into Kilian’s arm, he writhed and cried out as Kilian relentlessly fucked into him, zeroing in on his prostate. “Kilian! Kilian! Stop, I can’t-!”

Kilian pulled his fingers from Wyll’s body, leaving him gasping as he was robbed of his climax yet again.

Wyll looked up at him with hazy eyes, watched as he rose onto his knees, rid himself of his last piece of clothing and slicked his cock.

“Tell me you want it,” Kilian purred, rubbing his cock against Wyll’s hole.

Wyll groaned.

“Fuck me,” he said between breaths. “Please, fuck me.”

Kilian grinned, biting his lip-

“Good boy.”

-and slid his cock inside Wyll in one smooth motion.

He fell forward onto his hands, caging Wyll in as he rolled his hips. Wyll was silent, save for his heavy breathing, as he acclimated himself to Kilian.

“You feel amazing, mon ange,” Kilian said softly into Wyll’s ear. “It is like you were made for me.”

Wyll turned his head, their noses bumping as he tilted his chin up.

Kilian chuckled warmly, and pressed his lips to Wyll’s again and again as he thrusted into him. Wyll’s lips parted for Kilian’s tongue, eagerly meeting him with enthusiasm.

He cried out suddenly, throwing his head back. Kilian sunk his teeth into Wyll’s exposed throat as he thrusted harder, and Wyll clawed at his back.

“Gods…” Wyll groaned. “There… right there…”

Kilian fucked into him relentlessly, his pleasure only growing as Wyll fell apart beneath him.

Wyll’s moans grew in desperation, Kilian could tell he was close. He railed into him without quarter, chasing his high, seeming to hit Wyll’s prostate with almost every thrust.

“Be a good boy and- fuck- come for me.”

He clawed at Kilian’s back, gasped and panted as his pleasure grew and grew until at last, cum shot out of him, spattering up to his neck, the white contrasting beautifully with his dark skin.

Kilian was moments behind him, pressing as deep inside Wyll as he could as he came, filling him with his seed.

He opened his eyes as he severed his connection to Wyll, just as Wyll, too, opened his eyes. He looked at Kilian with a hint of something he’d seen maybe once before. Lust, hunger, need. And sure enough, when Kilian shifted in Wyll’s lap, he could tell they were in similar states of arousal. Wyll inhaled sharply.

“That was… quite the show,” he said, sounding out of breath.

KIlian smiled and pressed closer, wrapping his arms around Wyll’s shoulders.

“I wanted to give you a clear picture.”

“And… that’s what’s awaiting me, is it?” Wyll asked.

“I am open to edits,” Kilian said. “But yes, whenever you want it, mon ange.”

Wyll glanced away and bit his lip.

“And if I said I wanted it now?”

Kilian blinked. “I thought you wanted to wait.”

“I don’t want to wait anymore.” He took Kilian’s face in his hands. “I want you, Kilian. I really, really want you. We might die tomorrow, and I don’t want to die without actually… feeling you.”

“Well, when you put it like that…” Kilian put his hands flat on Wyll’s chest, pushed him onto his back, “I cannot help but agree,” and captured his lips in a deep, passionate kiss, filled with promise.

#stuff and things #my writing #wyll week #wyllweek2024 #i really hate tumblr sometimes lol #and i know it'll spit out the original post eventually but i want to get this out sooner rather than later #anyway i do want to do the other 4 prompts at some point #don't know when that'll be though #depends when inspiration takes me

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