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starfinss · 8 months

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Thanks for answering my ask!😊 i do have request/suggestion involving Cyno haha, what about a 🍋 scenario where Cyno, Al Haitham and a character of your choice get accidentally hard from having their S/O innocently sit on their lap? They try to hide it but they fail.. 🙈 if that would be alright with you!

This has been in my inbox for literal months, I am SO sorry.

I’ve been planning a trip abroad, plus I’ve had no ideas for this prompt until like an hour ago when I was playing Genshin and thinking of story ideas. Anyway, sure, I’ll write that. The character of my choice will be Lyney, because I’m working on his build right now and I’ve been sort of drafting a fic for him while I’m writing the Jing Yuan fic.

As always, let me know if any of you want full fics from this.

—𝘚𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘓𝘢𝘱𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘜𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴.

— 𝘈𝘭𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘮

— Unless you’re at home together, I doubt Alhaitham would let you sit on his lap for this very reason.

— Alhaitham is a man who lives my the rules of logic, and while I won’t say he hasn’t fucked you on his desk at work, he’d call those ‘momentary lapses in judgement.’

— Not that he didn’t enjoy them, though.

— He’s the type who likes to do things where the chances of being caught are low. He likes to draw things out, doing everything he can to make you feel good. And so, he prefers to engage in activity like this in the comfort of your bedroom.

— So, in instances like this, if you were to convince him to let you sit in his lap while you waited for him to finish up his work after everyone was home for the night, he might give in, just a little bit.

— Really, you just wanted to be close to him, maybe close your eyes for a while. He loves closeness as much as the next person, being near to the one you love is always nice.

— The risk of being seen in such a compromising position is low, which is a plus, and he gets to feel your warmth against his body as he finishes what he has to do for the day.

— But then you shift forward, nuzzling closer, and your body rubs against his just right, and oh Archons, he doesn’t have time for this.

— The way your body settles so perfectly over him makes his mind scatter to anything and everything besides work. The friction as you rearrange yourself against him is enough to make him feel like he’s going crazy.

— He hides it well, though. Alhaitham is good at keeping a blank face.

— As casually as he can, he shifts you back so you’re away from his growing erection, because he has to finish this paperwork before he leaves, and you’re so maddeningly distracting.

— But that doesn’t go unnoticed. You look up at him quizzically, and when you’re met with a blank stare, you shift back to where you were most comfortable, just to see his reaction.

— He sets his jaw, breath catching as he stiffens, unable to hide the way his body reacts to yours as you realize why he moved you away.

“Did I make you hard?” You whisper, a little surprised, “I didn’t even do anything.”

A quiet scoff as he looks at you fully, his self-restraint beginning to fray. Damn you for always having this effect on him.

“It’s kind of hard not to with you practically grinding against me.”

A sly smile overtakes your face, the innocent desire to hold him replaced with something much more lascivious.

“Would you like some help with that, Mister Acting Grand Sage?”

— Lips collide, and you end up bent over the desk as he holds you in place by your hips, the office filled with the sound of skin on skin and his low, pleasured groans as he fucks you, deep and hard, just the way he knows you like it.

— Needless to say, that paperwork didn’t end up getting done that night.

— 𝘊𝘺𝘯𝘰

— Like Alhaitham, I don’t think Cyno would really allow such a thing unless the two of you were alone in your own home.

— He doesn’t like breaking rules or doing things that could be seen as unbecoming, especially not in public.

— It’s because of the fact that he most likely wouldn’t engage in that sort of thing in public that I also doubt he’d try and hide it.

— In his eyes, things tend to be rather black and white, and he separates your sex life together from everyday life. He associates you sitting in his lap with other more improper thoughts that he shouldn’t be distracted by when he’s working or out of the house.

— It doesn’t change just how much he loves you, and even in daily life he expresses that in other ways.

— This is getting long winded and stupid but I want this to be interesting and not just “he’s reading a book and you’re in his lap,” which I could very easily do.

— I sure am a writer. Also this idea is stupid, but it’s also fun. I will probably write a full fic for it.

— But, anyway, the point I was making is, if you were to accidentally end up in his lap, then because of that association between you being that close and sexual activity, he might end up getting hard rather easily.

— While tracking a fugitive scholar together, the two of you end up being forced to fight when a group of Eremites come through, and the ensuing scuffle catches the attention of a herd of Sumpter Beasts.

— You and Cyno are confined into a small hiding space, and because of the limited amount of room, you’re forced to straddle him.

— You, of course, are wriggling around, trying to get comfortable in the awkward position, and it’s when you finally settle down onto his lap and he catches you by the waist to keep you from fully resting against him that you realize what has happened.

— He’s not meeting your eyes, simply looking out through the gaps in the rocks to watch the herd of beasts go by, but you can see his jaw tighten when you shift forward and out of his grip. When you move your hips down, a hand shoots out to still you with a grip that is nearly bruising.

“Stay still.”

— You’re a little surprised, he’s usually able to keep that sort of thing under control fairly well, but in retrospect, you can’t really blame him with all the moving around you were doing.

“Sorry,” you croak, suddenly mortified, “I didn’t mean to.”

“I know you didn’t mean to,” he says, “my body simply responded to the stimulation. It is always a possibility in such close quarters. Just stay still, please.”

— The rocks are digging into your knees, and despite his warning, you still try and shift for some relief, as slowly as you can, but he’s getting harder, and you can feel his hands scrambling for a grip on your hips and waist, and when he looks at you, the glint in his eyes is equal parts pleading and haggard.

— Slowly, teasingly, you roll your hips, and his head falls back against the wall of rocks behind it, eyes fluttering closed as you grind against him, the way he’s holding you so flush against him making the friction ever better.

“We shouldn’t,” he says, though his own protest sounds unconvincing as his voice drops several octaves lower, rough with lust, and especially so when his hips rise to press you even closer.

“Then why aren’t you stopping me?” You ask, wanting so badly to kiss him, and instead of answering you, he catches the back of your head, crushing your mouth against his.

— The buttons of your shirt are undone, his mouth is on your breasts as you fumble for the front of his shorts, struggling to get your own off, and he simply moves your panties aside after you’ve wrestled out of your clothing before yanking you down, stuffing you full of his thick cock.

— Your cries of pleasure are lost among the hoof beats of the Sumpter Beasts on the path above, and you share heated breath as you ride him, his hand on your waist to guide you along the length of his cock.

— His head dips down to watch where he disappears inside of you, and you feel his grip tighten on your body, feel him twitch inside of you, making you whimper.

— He’s sure to make you cum first, his thumb on your clit, muttering sweet filth into your skin as you come undone above him.

— You end up in that ravine longer than you excepted, if you couldn’t tell.

— 𝘓𝘺𝘯𝘦𝘺

— Unlike the two others, I don’t think Lyney would be as private.

— A conversation with my good friend Paprika made me realize that Lyney is probably the type of guy who goes for what he wants, and if he was interested in someone, he’d likely just show that interest without beating around the bush.

— So I wouldn’t be surprised if he invited his s/o to sit on his lap, just casually, no matter where they were.

— It’s not even sexual, really, he just likes being close to the ones he loves, and you’re no exception. He loves holding you.

— He’s very romantic, too, I’d say. He knows just what to say to get you all weak in the knees. He loves you so much. The poor guy doesn’t have many people in his life who have shown him the love that you have, and he absolutely cherishes you.

— He’d even buy out all the seats in one of the upper boxes of the Opera Epiclese, just to have you all to himself, able to hold you close and tell you just how much he adores you in the dark of the grand auditorium.

— But he’s only human, and if you were to move just right while sitting in his lap, he’s going to have a reaction.

A soft chuckle tickled your ear in the silence, and you felt Lyney’s hands on your waist, gently holding you in place.

“Stay still, please, darling.”

— He wouldn’t really try and hide it, it’s kind of hard to when you’re right there.

— He’d bite back a gasp as you shift again, almost teasing him, shooting you a warning look.

“Can I help with that?”

A soft laugh, slightly strained. “And how would you do that?”

You pressed a kiss to the curve of his jaw. “Can I show you?”

He kisses your forehead. “As long as it’s quiet. We wouldn’t want to disturb the other patrons, would we?”

— You slip down from his lap and to the floor, where you kneel, between his knees. He’s seated in the farthest chair in the box, well hidden from sight if anyone were to look his way. You wouldn’t even be visible from that vantage point.

— He realizes what you’re doing and shifts his legs farther apart to accommodate you, and when you palm him through his slacks, you get the pleasure of watching the way his jaw tightens, breath drawn in sharply through his nose.

— You make short work of his belt and zipper, and he shifts his hips to let you tug his underwear down just enough to free his dick.

— He curses quietly when you wrap your hand around him, and when you begin to slowly stroke, his head tips back against the chair.

— When your mouth presses against his tip, you feel one gloved palm against the back of your head, urging you forward, lacing into your hair when you take him into your mouth.

— You feel him twitch against the roof of your mouth as you begin to bob your head, slow and steady, almost teasing, and you can hear him gasp softly above you, see him clamp one hand over his mouth as you watch him through your lashes.

— His grip tightens on your hair, groans muffled by the hand over his mouth, and you squeeze your thighs together, letting yourself moan around him, low and soft, and that’s enough to make his hips buck against your mouth. You know you’ll pay for that when you got home.

— You speed up, and his hand fists into your hair, desperate for any kind of purchase at all, and you hardly mind, especially when it leads to him shifting forward in his seat, forcing you to take more of him, gently guiding you back, only to fill your mouth once more.

— You loosen your throat and let him take control, using your mouth as he pleases, simply content with watching the way his face twists in pleasure, teeth digging into his knuckles as he tries desperately to stay quiet, and you can tell he’s close from the way he’s leaking into your mouth, his thighs shaking, grip growing borderline painful.

— He cums hard, gushing down your throat, and it’s a wonder he stays quiet during his climax, the effort of it all clearly taking a toll on him as you watch involuntary frustrated tears bead at the corner of his eyes and catch in his pale lashes.

— You pull off as he softens, licking your lips and making a show of swallowing, something he watches with heavy-lidded, hungry eyes.

— Cheekily, you settle back into the seat with him after he tucks himself away again, careful to avoid bumping against him.

— Yeah, you didn’t end up getting much sleep after you got home that night.

The fact that this took as long as it did haunts me and I am so sorry.

ALSO I GET TO SEE PAPRIKA IN PERSON THIS FALL YAYAYAYAYAYAY!!!! I’m so excited, and I will probably cry.

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meganlpie · 3 months

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Bloodied

Based on this request: a draco fic where they are friends and he gets in a fight for reader and afterwards they are alone he is all bloodied up and she is patching him up and he confesses his feelings and just fluff?

Here you are, lovely! *I do not own ANY HP characters.*

Warnings: mentions of violence and blood, but fluff!!!

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x fem!reader

Your friendship with Draco was something no one had expected to come about. Outside of Quidditch and his two lackeys, Crabbe and Goyle, Draco tended to keep to himself in his latest years at Hogwarts. So when the two of you began getting close, everyone was surprised. Especially because you didn't have a lot of friends either. People tended to either ignore you or bully you. Something Draco was not too fond of. In fact, it made him angry; a feeling that only grew as Draco found himself falling in love with you.

Draco became your defender even when you weren't around. He would not stand for anyone putting you down or treating you poorly. You could take care of yourself for certain. You didn’t need Draco’s help, but he’d be damned if he’d lose the one thing that made life bearable for him. He would defend you to the ends of the Earth if he had to.

That was how it came to pass that you found him in the courtyard fighting with some other Slytherin, his face and knuckles bloodied. You put an end to the fight quickly before escorting Draco from the courtyard before a teacher could arrive and give everyone involved detention.

“What were you thinking, you idiot?” you asked when the two of you were alone. There was no malice in your words. Draco downed the Wiggenweld Potion you handed him as you began to clean the blood from his hands. “They were mocking you,” he finally replied. You glanced up from what you were doing with an arched brow. “And? They always mock me, Draco. This is nothing new.”

“Well, I don’t like it. I wanted it to stop, so I made it happen.” You let out a soft sigh and returned to your work. “Draco, I can look after myself.” He shook his head. The young Slytherin had never really been good with words, but you really weren’t understanding what he was trying to say. “You shouldn’t have to and you never will again. I…care for you too much to let it keep happening.”

That made you pause and look up at him again. You stared into his grey eyes for what felt like forever. Not that Draco minded. He liked looking at you. “Draco, I care for you too, you dunderhead. That’s why you can’t keep doing this kind of thing.” Draco rolled his eyes. Still not getting it.

You reached up to begin cleaning the blood from Draco’s face, but he gently grasped your hand to stop you. This time, you actually stopped moving and focused on him. Draco brought your hand to his lips, softly laying a kiss to the palm as his eyes closed. You inhaled sharply. “Draco…” He hummed in response.

“When you said you care for me, you didn’t mean as a friend, did you?” Draco’s eyes opened to see your adorably confused expression. “I didn’t.” You opened and closed your mouth a half dozen times, like you couldn’t figure out how to react. Every emotion seemed to cross your face in a matter of seconds.

Finally, you settled for pressing a kiss to his forehead. Draco frowned slightly when you pulled away. “I love you too, Draco,” you whispered. Draco smiled and moved to kiss you on the lips, but you backed away. “Nuh-uh. No lip kisses for you until you’re not bloodied.” Draco chuckled, but agreed. He continued watching you with eyes full of adoration as you finished cleaning him up.

(a/n: I hope you like it!)

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tsukimefuku · 9 days

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wardrobe malfunction ❖ nanami kento

summary: your cursed technique isn't exactly clothing-friendly, and when you find yourself in a less than ideal situation, you only had one person you could ask for help.

tags: jujutsu kaisen, f!reader, light nanami x reader, cursing, kind of suggestive but not exactly (?), second hand embarrassment is real, this is just pure crack to be honest, is reader lucky or unlucky? i fret, for i do not know, this is barely proofread because i wrote this absolute nonsense on a complete whim, i hope you have as much fun reading this as i did writing it.

wc: 1k

❖ collection of stories: "jujutsu partners au" → masterlist for fics listed in chronological order of events

You had just finished blowing up a grade 2 curse that lunged at you full-speed. Your chest heaved up and down with tiny droplets of sweat coming down, as you panted inside the abandoned apartment complex. For a while, the adrenaline pumping through your veins made it hard to assess your state, but then, as you began decelerating and looked at your body, you realized something.

“Oh, no. Not again.”

Considering your innate cursed technique involved casting small bombs of cursed energy, they could blow up through many things, and when you didn’t manage to distance yourself from them before the impact… Well, safe to say that some things were bound to happen.

You pulled your phone ready to call… someone. Anyone, really. But the ancient piece of technology that you failed to replace in these past few weeks wouldn’t let you access your contacts list, providing you solely with your three last dialed numbers — Gojo, Yaga and Nanami.

Your fucking phone. Your damn, fucking phone.

Just thinking about this had you beyond mortified, but it was either this, or never leaving the building again. So you took a deep breath before pressing dial.

***

Nanami found Shoko to take care of some minor injuries on his arm, and as she was finished, his phone rang. He pulled it out of his pocket, and saw your name flashing on the screen.

As he answered, you stuttered for a moment before mustering up the courage to speak.

“So, Nanami, I need, uh, some assistance.”

He found that to be odd, considering you knew he was on another mission today, and this was a solo endeavor for you.

“Has something happened?”

“So, you know how my technique works, right?”

That question had the sorcerer feeling somewhat puzzled, given he had seen you use it — and explain it — multiple times already.

“Of course, we've been on missions together, and you have explained it to me more than once.”

You sighed before proceeding. “So, here's the thing, I kind of blew myself up.”

That quickly got his attention and he tensed up. Shoko had just finished removing her gloves and noticed it.

“Are you injured?” His usually impassive voice had a hint of worry to it.

“No, no. I'm fine. Sometimes this kind of happens, and I'm pretty used to blocking the impact and using RCT if needed.”

Is it her? Is she okay? She better be, I need her tomorrow, Shoko whispered at Nanami as she walked around and sat on a bench in front of him.

He didn’t notice what she asked, as he was humming confusedly, given you still hadn’t clarified why you called.

Your voice kind of cracked up for a moment, as you violently blushed on the other side. At least, the phone is an imageless form of communication.

“So, I’m okay. But my clothes, they, uh… I blew them up.”

He slowly began taking in what exactly you were saying.

“That's it, that’s what happened. I… I need clothes, please. Can you bring me some, just so I can get out of here without getting arrested for public indecency?”

Nanami kept silent for some time, and felt a slight rush of heat run over his cheeks.

“Nanami?”

He coughed slightly, tensing his posture as he did.

“Yes, of course. But wouldn't you rather someone else to do that for you, like Ms. Nitta, or one of the female students?”

That caught Shoko’s attention, and she discreetly looked at the sorcerer while he was still on the phone with you.

You nearly gagged.

“No! No way. I… I'm mortified as is.”

Somebody please fucking kill me.

“I can't talk about this with anyone else. It's too damn embarrassing,” you stated, letting your mind go to random facts in order to try lifting the mood. “I now understand why that student from Kyoto keeps taking his shirt off to fight, but that's beside the point.”

You were met at the wake of your failed joke.

“I-I mean… Just bring me something, please.”

Nanami cleared his throat as he pulled on his tie and opened his shirt’s top button.

“Fine. Send me your location.”

You sighed, relieved.

“Great, you're the best, thank you!”

He switched his phone off and grounded himself for a moment.

“Is she alright?”

“Yes, she is,” he answered, some words choking on their way up for a second. “Ms. Ieiri, do you happen to have any clothes around here?”

“What? Why would you need that?”

He couldn’t muster up anything remotely feasible to say, and given that embarrassment is an infectious condition, it began creeping up on him, too.

Nanami resumed speaking. “… I'm sorry to bother you. I just remembered I can get an assistant's uniform.”

He then walked towards the door to leave.

“Nanami…” Shoko began.

“Hm?” He asked, as turning around.

“… Are you blushing?”

“... Good afternoon,” he answered, before stepping out a little quicker than usual.

***

Nanami had just arrived, and you let him know you were upstairs. As he asked how you wanted to receive the clothes, you were insistent that he threw the bag over the steps, and being a reasonable and rational person, the sorcerer obviously declined to do that.

“Just throw the thing already!” you yelled from the top of the stairs, away from his sight.

“I’m not uncivilized,” he replied, sighing. “I’m going to put them down here, and wait for you outside.”

Nanami was considerably less mortified than you would expect, but it was him, Mr. mature, after all. Also, this wasn’t the first embarrassing situation of yours that he had witnessed.

You were prone to setting yourself up for absurd shenanigans, it seemed.

As you heard him leave and close the door, you stepped your way down and flimsily put the black pants and white buttoned shirt, which didn’t match at all with the hiking boots you usually wore on missions.

You went outside, and were met by him, his usual impassiveness slightly disturbed by something you couldn’t quite yet identify.

“Thank you, Nanami,” you stated, sighing relieved.

“It’s no trouble,” he answered, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

You were both uncomfortably silent for a while.

“These kinds of unexpected things happ-”

“We will never talk about this again as long as I live, please, I can’t cope” you pleaded, voice simmering with desperation for this awkward moment to be over, “just, please.”

He cleared his throat, mindlessly adjusting his tie around his neck. It strangely felt more tight than usual.

“Of course. I apologize.”

“No need. It’s fine. Let’s just go back to Jujutsu High and pretend this never happened.”

“I do not know what you’re talking about,” he said, sparing you a quick glance.

You smiled, amused and thankful.

“Right. Precisely.”

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happy74827 · 29 days

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Can you make more Joe Goldberg? You did such aan amazing job on the first one that I NEED a second one. Just please consider. Thank. Love your fics btw 💖💖💖

Lily of the Valley

[Joe Goldberg x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Coffee might not be his favorite, but things can change when it involves a person like you.

WC: 659

Category: Fluff

Fortunately, I already had this small idea in mind for our lovely stalker man and this request really just put the icing on top of the cake. Hopefully it fulfills your needs 🙌 (also you’re too sweet… thank you so much for the kind words 💞)

『••✎••』

Coffee. The hard, hot, and bitter drink that is the reason many people get out of bed each day and the reason why some people stay up until the early hours of the morning. He never understood the appeal.

But that didn't mean he didn't enjoy the smell of coffee beans roasting, the smell of fresh ground beans being poured into a filter, and the smell of the finished product. He didn't understand how something so bitter and disgusting could have such a calming and comforting smell.

Joe had been sitting in a booth in a coffee shop for the past few hours, watching the world outside go by, sipping a small mug of tea, and his current read, "The Woman In The Window" by A.J Finn, in front of him. His eyes were trained on the people going by, not really taking much of anything in. He was on autopilot, a default setting he slipped into whenever his mind was full of something else.

It was only when a waitress with a short, black pixie cut walked over to his table that his eyes come back into focus, and his thoughts began to slow down. She didn't look like she belonged in a coffee shop. With a long, floral dress, combat boots, and a cardigan, she was far too pretty and too interesting to be serving lattes. She was a rose in a garden full of daisies, a peacock among chickens.

Then, like a snap to reality, the sound of his name pulled him away from her and onto… you. The whole reason he was here in the first place.

If he thought the waitress was a rose, you were a whole bouquet.

"Jonathan! Are you going to order anything, or are you just going to keep sitting there, scaring all our other employees?" You said a laugh in your voice.

He hadn't even noticed the waitress had already left, and now, you were standing by the table, holding a coffee pot.

Yeah, he needs to stop letting his thoughts take over.

"No, no, I was just, uh, reading."

"Reading a book, or reading her?" You said, cocking your head to the side, indicating the waitress who had moved on to another table.

"Reading the book."

"Mhm, sure." You said, not at all convinced. God, he just wanted to kiss the smirk off your face. Those pretty lipstick-covered lips moving against his.

You shook your head, smiling.

"You want a muffin… or something? On the house, since you're a regular and all."

He looked down at the book again, then back up at you. Unlike the waitress, you were dressed for work in a black, collared shirt tucked into black pants and a black apron tied around your waist.

It told him a lot about you, like the fact that you were a rule follower organized. The other waitress played confidence to stand out. You wanted to blend in, but still, he noticed.

How could he not notice you?

"Sure."

"Blueberry, right? Your usual."

"Yeah."

"Okay. I'll be back in a second."

You had just turned to leave before you spun on your heel and stopped.

"And, Jonathan,” you paused. "That book in your hands? Wonderful read."

As you walked away, he realized how his heart had started to beat faster, and he couldn't stop the grin on his face.

A bouquet? No, you were something far more rare and far more beautiful than that.

You were an orchid.

And when you returned with that perfectly shaped muffin and that award-winning smile, Joe decided this would be the last time he ever chased a woman. Because this one?

You?

It was as though you were a mix between all his past loves and yet someone entirely new.

You were that new orchid in the greenhouse, the lily of the valley, and he wanted to nurture you and make you grow.

It's time to stop blending in; he would bring you out to bloom.

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wisteriagoesvroom · 20 days

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helloooooo :)) sliding in with a generic marvel-esque vaguely criminal organization landoscar au with background lestappen because I am nothing if not predictable

Oscar is their resident poison specialist (he makes new poisons, tests them, makes antidotes, etc. for the organization to use). His preference is plant based poisons, like belladonna and nightshade, because he graduated college with a botany degree and therefore has a lot of knowledge about them that he can put for use. He spends most of his time in his greenhouse full of toxic, beautiful plants that he tends too very, very carefully. They’re his babies.

There’s a whole backstory involved with how he came to join the organization that involves him accidentally killing his college roommate

Lando is a former gymnast turned espionage guy who also does theft on the side for funsies that works for the organization. Like vaguely cat woman-y? Obviously he’s super flexible and super good at his job because duh.

His favorite hobby is breaking into Oscar’s greenhouse via the windows and watching him work. Oscar is super fascinating to him, and he’s enamored with how absolutely brilliant this quiet, stoic boy, with maybe five facial expressions total is.

Lando sits there and listens to Oscar ramble about his complex science things. He doesn’t understand most of it ngl, but he loves the way Oscar’s face lights up when he goes on a long tangent about the chemical properties of cyanide and why it’s superior to arsenic.

Also sometimes lando brings Oscar random pretty shiny things that he stole that he thinks Oscar might like and leaves them on his desk, kind of like a crow. Oscar keeps all of them in a box under his bed. He looks at them when he feels down (he doesn’t tell lando that)

Oscar is equally obsessed with lando but this is already wayyyyyy too long so 😭 you just gotta trust me on this one

And then eventually, the rest of the people in the organization pick up on the growing landoscar feelings situation. Alex and George give lando a bunch of (loving and caring) grief about it. A bet between them is born. “$50 lando is too chicken to confess to Oscar by the end of the month”

Yada yada time skip a week or so and lando and Oscar FINALLY do something about the tension between them one night late in Oscar’s greenhouse, lando freshly back from a mission. Boom they kiss and then lando, being the idiot that he is, as soon as they pull apart, goes “lol George and Alex owe me $50 now”

Cue misunderstanding trope. “Oh you only kissed me for a bet?? You don’t actually have feelings for me 😔 I knew it was too good to be true.”

Lando realizes his mistake but Oscar’s already out the door, disappeared into the night.

And then Oscar gets kidnapped by the enemy 🤗 because he’d normally be more aware and vigilant and stuff but his emotions are really going through it so. The ransom note comes through the next day.

Gonna leave it on that because otherwise I will spiral into a full blown fic when I already have too many wips to finish

I'M SO????? HOW DID U JUST RANDOMLY SLIDE IN HERE WITH THIS???? i am so obsessed with these details my god the POISON? CATMAN ESPIONAGEGYMNAST? christ. and then lando leaving him little gifts like a crow. OSCAR ACCIDENTALLY K-WORDING HIS ROOMMATE (and possible guilt)?? the classic misunderstanding thingy "but oscar gets kidnapped" leading to a climactic rescue oh oh oh this is the stuff of dreams.

idk what to do with myself exactly cus this is so gorgeous. anyway have a moodboard for your efforts cus like my goodness this was lovely to read.

#landoscar #814 #lemonadedino get back here #how can you craft something so beautiful and then leave me in meltdown #asks #this is so fun ahhhhh #i am so...#rly love the vibes #thinking fondly of They

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Fake Dating Rec List!

List number four is here! I asked (in what I'm sure was a very dignified and reasonable way that did not involve tearing my hair or beating my chest because I love fake dating a completely normal amount) and you guys sure delivered! So below, we have 16 amazing fics (plus one Honorable Mention), ready for your reading pleasure.

It's Fine To Fake It 'Til You Make It ('Til It's True) by Sunflouwerhabit (150960, Not Rated, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

Harry dreads an impending visit to his hometown, where he’ll be forced to reunite with a newly engaged ex-boyfriend, a childhood best friend turned near stranger, and a family who never understood just how desperately he needed to leave. In the midst of it all, a ludicrous Twitter proposition brings him to Louis.

Reccer says: Their characterizations and chemistry in this fic were greats

Sun Means Sky'll Be Blue by Pearlydewdrops (91152, Not Rated, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

As the only singleton under thirty attending his cousin’s five-day wedding, Harry is desperate to find a date, or at least a reason to get people’s questions about his love life off his back. So when Louis, Harry’s old uni roommate and fellow wedding attendee waltzes back into his life, Harry seizes the opportunity, pretending Louis is his ex-boyfriend and that it’s a sore subject not to be mentioned.

Reccer says: I enjoyed the hate to love aspect of this fic, and how they dealt with their feelings. It was also fun to read about all of the dramatics with the wedding and Harry's family.

Escapade by Dolce_piccante (146241, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

CEO Louis / Jack McQueen Harry

Reccer says: Everyone knows Escapade (I hope!) but it's impossible not to mention her. It’s the standard-bearer of fake dating fics!

Mistletoe’s For Two by Crimsontheory (90901, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

Advent fic, Harry and Louis pretend to be boyfriends. Or not...

Reccer says: The perfect advent fic I think, the kind you'd see in a Christmas movie.

The Games We Play by wishingforloushair (50000, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post Warnings: Gun violence, blood, violence in general, a bit of ptsd-like symptoms

Harry and Louis are MI6 agents who have hated each other since basic training but now have to go undercover as a married couple

Reccer says:

keep you like an oath by alnima (18102, Mature, Zayn Malik/Louis Tomlinson)

A supercute Zouis fake dating non-famous American AU with a wild Louis and awkward Zayn!

Reccer says: I love Zouis and this fic gets their relationship dynamics perfectly.

MARRIED FOR A WEEK?! by gravitycentered (20000, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

Louis is a YouTuber, and asks his friend Harry to join him in a "Married For A Week" challenge. Neither of them wants it to end.

Reccer says: I love the depth of the story, the layers to their friendship and their history and their care for each other. There's also a really interesting interplay of Louis' YouTube videos with Harry's photography projects, and the ideas of what to capture or share and what to keep just them, what's posed or acted and what's real.

kiss me on the mouth (and set me free) by tempolarriefics (47000, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

When Harry can't afford to finish his university degree without financial aid, Louis volunteers to marry him in order to help him qualify. Of course, that decision is complicated by the fact that Louis has been secretly in love with Harry for years.

Reccer says:

like a moth into a flame by we_are_the_same (5397, Teen, Zayn Malik/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

A student writes Zayn a sex poem. The only logical conclusion is for Louis and Zayn to fake date.

Reccer says: Everything!! Zayn and Louis' relationship, the whole trope: everything!!

On the Horizon by FitzAndLarry (261051, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) Warnings: Minor PTSD, Anxiety themes

Pilot Louis meets Doctor Harry on a flight & end up fake dating on a two week cruise

Reccer says: Its just lovely! The way the characters are written, and their interactions with each other are done wonderfully.

The Greatest Thing by infinitelymint (163789, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

semi-cannon accidental marriage in vegas

Reccer says: The highs and the lows are captivating.

For Better, Worse And Mischief (I'm All Yours) by RedOrchid (37513, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

Harry and Louis get married. PR made them do it.

Reccer says: It was a cute read!

Like Candy in My Veins by Littlelouishiccups (31867, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

“Um…” Harry said slowly after a moment. “Okay. That’s… this is… Let me get this straight.” He lifted up a hand and swallowed. “You told your family that you have a boyfriend… and my name was the first one you thought of?” “Harry Potter was on TV, alright? It wasn’t that much of a stretch.”

Reccer says: Picture this: two outspoken, stubborn, pining idiots. Record store owner Louis, bakery owner Harry. Christmas, A/B/O, fake dating, too many pies, a “stolen” parking spot, a flooded bathroom, and puns!

Faking It by TheCellarDoor (46173, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

Best friends in Uni, fake dating to escape unwanted advances—it’s perfect.

Reccer says: The fake dating fic I keep coming back to! It’s sweet and hot and so fluffy.

And Then A Bit by Infinitelymint (158824, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

Or, take a parallel universe where Louis and Harry were never together, mix in a two year hiatus and an impending comeback, pour in a dash of lost fans, two tablespoons of strong friendship and a Modest! employee with a good idea. Add a squeeze of pretending to be a couple, lots of kisses and a tattoo or two. Stir. Serve: the mother of all publicity stunts.

Reccer says: One of my all time favorite fics! I just love how genuinely happy they are to spend time together, how sweet and soft they are at the beginning. And it’s lovely to imagine this as the 1D reunion we all want.

Just Pretend by Kingsofeverything (90207, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

Divorced dads + teenage daughters = pretending to date to keep their kids happy.

Reccer says: I love older Larry—and kingsofeverything writes them SO WELL.

And our honorable mention -- this fic has been removed from AO3, so I didn't feel comfortable publicly sharing a link outside the writer's control or wishes (though I'm sure folks can find copies if they go looking), but I couldn't not mention this absolute classic which is one of my favorite fake dating fics ever.

Pull Me Under by Zarah5 (140140, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) Warnings: Homophobia, paparazzi harassment/stalking

Louis is a famous footballer outed against his will, Harry agrees to be his fake boyfriend to quell stereotypes and speculation.

Reccer says: Pining, emotion, beautiful writing... a fandom classic. Watching the delicate dance as they get to know each other and trust each other and learn from each other is beautiful. Zarah always does miscommunication so believably and realistically, where you can see exactly where things went awry but you still want to shake them because OH MY GOD YOU BOTH LOVE EACH OTHER

Read, reblog, kudos, and comment to your heart's content.

New category announcement coming soon!

#fake dating #category 4 #rec list #one direction #louis tomlinson #harry styles #zayn malik #liam payne #niall horan #1dficvillage #1dsource #1d rare pairs #allwaswell16 #alwaysxlarrie #ficsfor4am #hlcreators #hlficlibrary #tracksintheam #trackinghome

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connorsnothereeither · 4 days

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So like, a while ago I did a little update on the Brink fics, and I figured it was worth giving a kinda sad update on my other Fable fics as well.

At this stage, there are no plans to continue or finish Your Skin Beneath My Teeth (the second book in the Blood series).

I know this is probably disappointing, because I know a lot of people really loved the Vampire AU. But from a personal writing level, I’m just sort of unhappy with the direction of the books, and I don’t have the time to commit to rewriting them. I’m not invested enough in my own story, and while that’s a shame, I don’t know if there’s much I can do without just giving myself time to stew on it.

There’s also a logistical side to things as well. Fable is coming to an end in less than a month. I feel like it’ll probably take me months to finish the Brink series still first, which are the fics I’m personally more passionate about. And at a certain point, I don’t want Fable to be the only thing that consumes my writing for the next year+. Not to mention the time I want to dedicate to other SMPs and creative projects I’m involved in, like Cantripped, Bound SMP, and Terramortis, with even more stuff in the works.

On top of all that like… I’m just a guy, ya know. I’m a full time student, work part-time most days of the week, commute between 2 major cities regularly, and I have other things that just deserve my time more.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been in fandoms for years, I know it’s shitty when fics you enjoy never get an ending. But I hope that like, people get where I’m coming from with discontinuing it, I guess.

Besides, there is, technically, an ending for Blood. I’ve had the ending written since the end of the first book (it’s just getting there that’s the problem) and so if people would like, as some sort of closure for the story, I would be happy to release that here on Tumblr or on my Kofi or something. Maybe I’ll make a follow up post with a poll.

I might as well mention that there is likewise no plan to “finish” the Band AU, but since that was always a collection of one-shots, there was never really a plan or end for any of it. It was always kinda disjointed without an end in sight lol.

I’m not saying that I’m NEVER going to go back to these fics. Just that it’s unlikely. But who knows, maybe someday I’ll crawl out of the dirt to finish them-

If you did only follow my Fable fics for the Blood books though, I’m sure some elements of my other fan works might appeal to you, if you want to give them a go! The horror/contemplations of humanity are the key theme of Brink, and the mystery/thriller, high stakes political conflict mixed with interpersonal melodrama is the focus of Cascading Skies, my new Bound fic. And of course those and so many more things are just key elements to like all of my storytelling my canon characters lol. But if none of that ticks your boxes, it was great to have y’all along for the bloody vampire ride :D

Anyway this was me getting sappy about setting aside a project I worked really hard on lol. Sometimes you gotta do that and sometimes that’s okay, and that’s an attitude I struggle with but am getting better at. I know don’t owe y’all any kind of explanation for this, I could have just stopped and let it die, but I wanted to give one. More for me personally really; I needed to say something about it publicly to like… fully cement in my mind what I decided on a long time ago. Anyway, catch y’all later when I’m not incredibly tired, and hopefully with a more silly goofy post ✌️

#fable smp #fablesmp #fanfic

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talaok · 1 year

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Okay I have another request lmao but Spencer and reader playing one of those couples card games? Could be a cute Valentine’s Day fic. And the questions are all varied like for example ‘how do I show you I love you without telling you’ ‘how would you describe me to a stranger’ ‘what’s the sexiest thing about me’ ‘are you lying to yourself about anything’ ‘what non sexual part of me turns you on’ etc which means you can make it as fluffy, angsty or smutty as you want to or all 3 lmao and gives you a lot of creative freedom <3

God I'm so single this made me feel lonely thank you tho, amazing request as always❤️

Time to play

"what is that?" he laughed, his eyes following you as you entered the living room.

You had just finished eating the surprise dinner he had spent weeks planning, and you had disappeared into the bedroom just to come back with a little pink cardboard box.

"a game" you explained with a grin

Spencer knew that smile,

something was up.

he raised an eyebrow questioningly as you sat down close to him.

"ok it's a couples game"

"ah" he hummed amusedly

"c'mon it's fun"

He looked at you,

How could he ever say no to that face?

Spencer often thought of how dangerous the effect you had on him was, about how you could literally ask him to do anything and he would do it without missing a beat if it meant making you happy.

"does it involve taking your clothes off?"

You giggled "would you want it to?"

He bit down a smirk, already more interested "yes" he said like it was the most obvious thing on this earth

You smiled "too bad it doesn't"

"ugh," he huffed, disappointed "you're cruel"

"you still love me though" you leaned closer, kissing him briefly

Too briefly according to Spencer,

"I do" he nodded, smiling hazily as he kissed you once more.

"Alright, then pretty boy, time to play"

He sighed “fine, how does it work?”

“You just answer the questions when it’s your turn and ask them when it’s mine”

“Seems easy enough” he nodded

“I certainly hope so, Mr. Genius”

He laughed softly “you’ve gotta stop calling me that”

“When you’ll stop being a genius”

“That’s not really in my control”

“Well then I guess you’re doomed”

“When was I ever not with you?”

You smiled wide at that, hiding your reddening cheeks as opened the box.

You placed the cards on the table and looked up at him

“Ladies first” he gestured

“What a gentleman” you snickered, drawing a card.

“Ok this is nice” you cleared your throat “how would you describe me to a stranger?”

“Uhh-“ he thought, creasing his forehead “why would I need to-“

“Just answer the question babe” you laughed

“Ok. Well I guess I would say you’re really smart” he started “and stunning, of course” he paused to think “ and funny, talented, and kind” he listed “and well- the love of my life”

You rolled your eyes, your mouth betraying you as it twitched into a smile.

“You’re so cheesy” you leaned closer to him

“And you like it” he kissed you

“I do” you scrunched your nose “your turn”

“Alright,” he took a card “this is interesting- who was your first crush?”

You smiled, settling some hair behind your ear” Jhon Malley, he was a senior when I was a freshman, and he used to tutor me”

“Tutor you?”

Spencer knew you never needed tutoring

“What? I needed an excuse to be with him”

“Should I be jealous?”

“Well he was pretty jacked...” you giggled

“Noted, I’ll start training with Derek"

"no please don't " you waved your hands desperately "I don't wanna have to take care of you for a week because you can't move last time "

"fine I won't" he agreed "did anything ever happen?"

"nope" you tsked "he started dating a cheerleader"

"well he missed out"

"agreed," you said, drawing a card

"Oh I like this one" you bit your bottom lip "what is the sexiest thing about me?"

he smiled, wide "everything"

You hit his chest with the card playfully "no, give me a real answer"

"ok, well your... personality then"

"spencer..." you glared

"oh c'mon, you know"

"I do" you smirked "but I wanna hear you say it"

he sighed "your boobs" he confessed with a thin voice

"I knew it"

"well it's not really a secret" he laughed "what about me? what's the sexiest thing about me?"

"your butt definitely" you joked, making him snort as he took another card

"mh, I wanna know this- Is there something you've lied to your partner about in the past week?"

you smiled guiltily

"spill it"

"ok you know the other day when you asked me where your jumper went and I told you I didn't know" you shrugged "I had kinda stolen it"

He grinned "Oh I knew that"

"what?"

"do you think I haven't noticed how my part of the wardrobe is getting emptier and yours magically growing?"

"and plus, you don't know how to lie"

"That's not true"

He tilted his head, clearly mocking you

"you smile when you lie, and you can't look me in the eyes"

you gasped feigning offense "maybe you just have an advantage because your job is literally to read people, mr. profiler"

"maybe" he agreed "but you're still an awful liar"

"shut up" you stole the card from his hand, and drew a new one.

"What's the first thing you noticed about me when you first met me?"

he didn't even have to think about it "your smile, the moment I saw it I knew I was done for"

You felt your cheeks warm "that's sweet"

he raised an eyebrow "it's the truth" he said, drawing a card.

Oh, he liked this one.

"what would you say is my hidden talent?"

You smirked, only dirty dirty thoughts passing through your mind, and from the look of it, his too.

"I think you know"

"oh I do" he rested his elbows on his legs, leaning closer "But I wanna hear you say it" he gave you a taste of your own medicine.

"Well Doctor-" you bit your lip, leaning so your face was just before his, as your finger traced mindless patterns on his shoulder and chest "you do have a very talented mouth" you murmured "and tongue" you added, kissing his cheek, as you noticed his breathing quicken "and well-" you kissed his neck now "other things too" you suggested.

"mmm" he hummed, his hand reaching for your thigh "how about I use some of those talents right now?"

You laughed softly, "sure thing baby," you agreed "right after we finish playing"

#this could have been way longer but I was tired #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x fem reader #spencer reid criminal minds #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fanfiction #fluff #dr spencer reid #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #reid

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Anonymous: How dare you break my heart like that with the latest Alcina fic. I demand (but in a polite way. Like a really polite way) that you make a fluffy one with maid!reader who's quite strong and Alcina has a big ass crush on them so the girls would constantly ask for help lifting the most random stuff whenever Alcina is around so she would gay panic (uno reverse card tall vampire lady!) and it doesn't help that reader is also a big flirt but only with her. Bonus points if the reader is also quite tall and is actually strong enough to lift Alcina. I saw a post with Alcina being a blushing mess and now I want more so there's that. Thank you!

I must confess that I have no idea what fic is being referenced at the beginning of this ask lol. But, this is a really great prompt! Reader, as usual, is gender neutral. Let’s get into it!

You had been working at the castle for a few days. It’s kind of an intense environment. There is always work to be done, but you have definitely been given a lot of the tasks that involve heavy lifting… Okay, damn near every task that requires a lot of physical labor. You don’t mind. It feels nice to have something you’re good at.

You have always been a bit of a misfit in the village. You’re incredibly tall compared to pretty much everyone. You also have a very muscular form from working various jobs such as carpentry and farming. You can come off as very… Intimidating, shall we say? However, you’re really just secretly longing for company.

One morning, you have your first encounter with Lady Dimitrescu’s daughters: Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela. They are… Interesting.

“Holy crap, Hercules! Anyone ever teach you to fight with these massive paws?!” Cassandra says as she compares how large your hand is in relation to her own.

You instantly blanch at the comment which makes Daniela coo at how shy you are. “Oh, It’s okay, tough stuff.” She says, patting your shoulder. “Cassie is just being mean!” She says and sticks her tongue out at her sister. “I bet you’re a gentle giant!” She gushes.

Your cheeks are now flaming red. “I… I, um-” You stammer.

“Cool it, you two!” Bela admonishes her sisters before turning to you apologetically. “I am so sorry about my crazy sisters.” She says and gestures at the brunette and redhead. “I’m Bela. What’s your name?” She asks warmly.

You smile at her, thankful to not be gawked at. “I’m Y/N.” You say.

“Oh, now I get it. I heard Mother talking about you! She never remembers any of the castle staff.” Dani says. “I heard her ask one of the maids to tell her more about a certain ‘Huge and strong servant’. You’re definitely her type.” Dani giggles wildly.

Your stance becomes rigid and you clench your teeth in discomfort. Lady Dimitrescu… You’d seen her around the castle and… She’s definitely your type. But, you’d never let yourself become emotionally invested. She’s your boss and off-limits. It doesn’t matter if you think she’s gorgeous because she’d never give you the time of day. Alright? Feelings appropriately squashed? Great. Let’s continue.

Suddenly, a very devilish look overcomes Bela… The sister who you thought was the most well-adjusted. She eagerly pulls Dani and Cass away from you and the three huddle in a nearby corner to talk.

You assume that you have been dismissed so you return to your daily tasks. What a crazy trio.

Over the next couple of days, you start getting bizarre requests from the sisters.

“Y/N, can you pick up this couch and move it to the other side of the room?” Cassandra orders one day.

You raise an eyebrow, but quickly nod your head. “Of course.” You say. You easily grab the couch around its middle and carry it all the way across the room. When you’re finished, you look up to see… Lady Dimitrescu… Right in front of you… Face-to-face. When did she get here?

Alcina did not expect to get so turned on by someone she barely knows. This is torture. Her usually calm but commanding presence is failing her.

Your thoughts are all over the place, but you take in the sight of Alcina’s red cheeks. She looks completely flushed. She must be hot! Do something, Y/N!

“My Lady, may I go grab you a glass of cold water? You look a bit peaked.” You say, hoping you haven’t offended her.

Alcina’s face only becomes hotter as she hears your voice. To be honest, she’s been fervently imagining what it sounds like. But your real voice is even better than in her dreams. Alcina finally snaps out of her gay panic as you look at her before clearing her throat. “I… Um, I just need… Some air, that’s all.” She squeaks out and leaves as fast as possible.

Before you can ask Cassandra what that was all about, she swarms away. Of course. You hope you didn’t just fuck things up.

Later on, Alcina and Bela are playing chess and you are assigned to bring them tea. Everything seems to be going fine right now. Alcina looks better than she did earlier. However, at one point in the game, Bela “Accidentally” drops one of her pawns on the floor and it rolls underneath a giant grandfather clock not too far away.

Bela clucks her tongue before asking if you wouldn’t mind moving the clock to get the piece.

Alcina’s eyebrows shoot up at this. “Bela, that clock is easily hundreds of pounds-” She begins.

But, you easily lift the clock up and move it over. “Here it is, Lady Bela!” You say, happy to have found the little pawn. You hand it back to Bela, who can’t help the self-satisfied grin she’s wearing. She’s a genius.

Alcina is red hot. Again. Just how strong are you?! She tries to continue playing and focus on the game, but on the inside she is freaking out. Her mind eventually wanders to the idea of you easily scooping her up into your arms in a show of romantic passion. She’s certain you could hold her without breaking a sweat and that feels… Nice. Normal. She hasn’t been held in so long. It’s torment to have you to rile up these deep fantasies, but… She just knows you would take excellent care of her.

Alcina looks to you out of the corner of her eye, before politely excusing herself from the game with the lame reasoning of needing to get work done.

Bela smiles and nods at her mother. Mission accomplished. Just wait till her sisters find out about this!

You and Alcina are both completely smitten with each other… What could the future hold?

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faroreskiss · 9 months

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The Power of Understanding / Pilot (Part 1 v2)

Rewritten to v2 on: 2023/09/10

Cheat Sheet

Read of Ao3

Chapters: Pilot, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

Summary: You have been with the Chain for a while now, as their "scholar" and translator. You know everything about them, because you are from our world. But do *they *know the truth about how you can understand everyone?

A little introduction and world building concept for the Translator!Reader and her adventures. Check notes below for more info!

Non-linear fic.

AU fic, prior to TotK (instead of TotK, chain events happen).

Loosely based on the same reader in my NSFW fic, which is a very loose prequel to this one, and a work in progress.

More background info to come, if I feel like it :D

Warnings: None, maybe some cussing, but nothing is censored. SFW content.

Points of interest: This is your thing if you are into the mystery of chain being able to talk to each other. I am an actual trained linguist IRL, hence this HAD to be written!

You were daydreaming in the middle of the day about him again, amidst the smell of horse shit around you, when you're supposed to be finishing the work you have until the end of the day. Or until a new portal pops up to swallow you all to Goddess knows which Hyrule this time. Damned black-blooded monsters. At least, this gave you some break.

You, coming from our own era, have been acting as the scholar of the Chain for the last couple of years, while hopping from world to world with them. Knowing this, Malon put you to work on the books of the ranch, instead of letting you deal with the cows or the horses, even though you really didn’t have anything specific to do with maths. You thought she was being kind to you, not letting you deal with dirty ranch work, you guessed? She was a sweetheart either way.

You wanted to hang out with Twilight at the same time, so instead of using the little study Malon offered, you took the books and went down to the stables. You continued with your own stuff, while he was taking care of the horses.

There was also this little thing: you were the only one who understood every single one of them, (almost) very clearly, comparatively speaking. Sure they could communicate without you just as well, but due to a bunch of coincidences, you were the closest thing to the “translation magic”, if you can call it that. Maybe it was your Hoshi Sato gene*. Maybe it was the fact that you actually stayed with Link & Zelda in the post-Calamity world, around two years prior meeting the Chain**, maybe a bit of magic was also involved. Hylia works in mysterious ways! Did it almost cost you your brain? Yes. Was it worth it? Absolutely.

Some Links, of course, understood each other better than the others, especially when their eras were, linguistically speaking, not that far. Time and Twilight were just fine. Legend and Hyrule were already able to understand each other, even a little bit better than Time and Twilight. Sky was a bit further away and had a “funny way of saying things” (according to the Sailor), almost gibberish, but when you listened and when he spoke slowly enough, you could at least get the gist of what he was trying to say. Wind, Time, and Warriors already knew each other from other “incidents” before the Chain, so they already had a way of communicating.

These worlds also did not have many invasions and wars by “outsiders”, if you don’t count things like the Triforce War, Imprisoning War, Sealing War, and of course, anything that had to do with Demise, Ganon & co. and their horrible reincarnations. This meant, not a lot of language change.

In the end, what happened was that over the two years you have been together with the group, you helped them understand each other better. They adjusted their accents, and somehow warped the Hylian they speak in a way that the group would understand (and especially you), when the dialogue was still within the group. Of course, the Old Man would speak more “naturally” with Malon and vice versa, and some of the chain would adjust better (e.g. Twilight or Smithy) to the language of the era they are in. After some point, communication was not that much of a problem. You learnt it all in the end.

Writing?

Funny enough, Wild, Sky, and Twilight had similar scripts. Time and Wind had more similar writing systems. Wild, Wars, Legend, Time, and Rulie were also better at understanding the scripts of their respective eras. Overall, other than a couple of hiccups, most understood the others’ script to an extent.

And then there was Wild. Also known as “The Cook” nowadays. The rest of the chain didn’t know you called them the Chain in your mind, and had your little nicknames for them. The nicknames most likely revealed a bit too much, and even though most of the secrets were out nowadays… You knew better than to risk more. You have caused enough damage, you would think sometimes. Even though you just couldn’t resist the urge.

Anyway… Wild, his case and communication issues… were complicated.

According to the rest of the chain when you guys first met, whatever he was saying (and vice versa) was almost complete gibberish at first. Some terms and special names like “deku,” “korok,” “Hylia,” “Hyrule,” “rupee,” and such were still there, albeit with a different accent, and they helped, but it was not enough. You only found out later that it was kind of… your fault.

In the end, he was also able to communicate with them just fine. Each Link had their own… language variation and accents, so to say. Some of them did not even have the difference enough to call it a “dialect” comparatively. As you thought, language change is a slow enough process, and with the lack of ‘conflicts’ (for lack of a better word) compared to your world, no wonder they were still somehow able to understand each other. .

The Goddesses work in mysterious ways indeed.

How did it work for you, though? There was this little secret that… First time around, when you first dropped into Wild's Hyrule, “Hylian” was basically a weird mesh-up of English and Japanese to your ears, after the enchantment from the Great Fairies you have received. It was “so you could slowly understand and grasp and communicate”, you were told.

Oh boy, it really felt like a genie granting you a wish, but in its own twisted way. You found that out later though.

Second time around when you first met the rest of Links, though? The first enchantment… kind of messed everything up. Second time around, you actually ended up learning real Hylian. At least, the Hylian that was used as a lingua franca between you guys.

Of course, some learning skill enchantment was definitely not out of the deal this time as well, thanks to Rulie & Time and their fairy friends, and of course the Smithy. But what a disaster it had been! Well, it wasn’t your fault that the first time the enchantment was made, nobody calculated that you would meet the Links from other eras.

You also naturally know the reason behind why Links in kind of irrelevant eras could decipher each other's texts, even when they didn’t understand the words all the time. Some were based on the Latin alphabet, and some were on Japanese kana. No way you could clearly explain it to them.

“Oh, by the way, you are made by a game company called Nintendo, and this guy is called Miyamoto…”

Yeah, no. That didn’t go well last time. Nobody even understood what you meant.

That was a battle to fight for another day… Now, you need to focus on the budget of the Lon Lon Ranch. And not be distracted by Twilight’s statue.

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Notes:

Fanciest and most OP translator you will ever know. Star Trek Universe.

"You” already spent three years with Link and Zelda in Wild’s world and were enchanted by the Great Fairies (with Zelda’s involvement) for the improvement of learning abilities.

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crimeronan · 4 months

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hey what is wwaitsoatl?

oh! it's what we are is the sum of a thousand lies, my most popular toh fic by FAR and the thing most toh people here started following me for. back before i got sucked down the princess luz hyperfixation rabbit hole. it's a fic that takes more work to write than any of my others because it has an incredibly involved drafting & editing process. bc i am a perfectionist.

the premise is a canon divergent timeline wherein belos suspects that hunter lied to him at the end of hunting palismen. and completely wrecks hunter's shit forever. and infects him with curse goop in the process. and darius (who, Very Importantly, does not yet have a friendly rapport with hunter) trips over the kid's half-dead body.

and freaks.

and kidnaps hunter n takes him to the owl house. bc that's the one surefire place of refuge on the isles.

there are a bunch of emotional threads, hence why it's novel-length and not even finished yet despite being about just four characters chilling in a house together.

mainly it's about:

hunter unraveling his cognitive dissonance and cult brainwashing in an AU where he doesn't have all of hollow mind's answers; his feelings are Incredibly complicated and messy & he gets incredibly mean and snarly about it

darius grappling with the fact that his own grief and resentment blinded him to a kid who Very Much Needed Him, darius dealing with the fact that actually he never DID grieve his mentor or his mentor's dead family

darius and hunter developing a rapport in a timeline where hunter very much has Not broken out of all the cop shit that darius disdains So Much. so darius is so fucking exasperated and tired all the time

eda trying desperately to help hunter learn to live with a curse / chronic pain / chronic illness, while having very little faith in herself to begin with

luz feeling Horrifically guilty about hunter's curse and injuries, bc she thinks she should have clocked the abuse and brought him home with her or otherwise stopped it

hunter developing an almost immediate and pathological emotional attachment to luz because of her kindness, which complicates all of his complicated feelings WAAAAAY MORE

eda, darius, AND luz all desperately trying to get hunter to admit that he's been abused and that what happened wasn't his fault. you would not believe how fucking long it takes.

i'm actually really, really, Really proud of it -- it's rare for one of a writer's best works to be their most popular, but this genuinely is one of mine. if not my best work, period. there's a lot of nuance and messiness and emotional complexity and grief and arguing that i'm SO happy with.

also, despite the subject matter, it's often extremely lighthearted. some of the funniest dialogue i've ever written is strewn throughout all these serious emotional threads.

i'd apologize for how long this response is but this story is a heart project and has 67,000 published words on ao3 so far. (the chapter i'm writing rn will likely be another ~8,000 words, then there are a couple more chapters to come.) so there's a lot to say!!

it's my most popular ao3 fic for any fandom, ever, in the 12 years i've been on the site. the response has been WILD. if you sort by kudos, it's the 31st most favorited owl house fic Of All Time, the 7th most popular fic involving darius, and the 5TH most popular hunter & luz relationship fic. again, of all time. which is. insane.

people have been very kind and patient with me having been too sick to work on it for a while. there was a seven-month break between chapters 8 and 9, and if i finish chapter ten soon then there'll have been a nine-month break between chapters 9 and 10. so i don't know how many people are actually going to come back to read it, a lot of ppl have moved on from the fandom and such. but i'm extremely extremely extremely grateful to everyone who's given it a look!

#replies #long post #toh #my writing #horrible mindscape trauma pals #dadrius #darius deamonne #eda clawthorne #wwaitsoatl #hunter toh #luz noceda #i really am in love with this story i like. i somehow forgot how in love i am with this story #but i do i love it so much. i love it So Much. i could talk about it for Ages

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tenpintsofsundrop · 9 months

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Missing You

Gar Logan x Fem!Reader x Jason Todd Smut Blurb

Concept: Gar misses his two best friends. When he calls the two of you, he certainly doesn't expect to find you in such a... compromising situation.

Word Count: 2,800

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Warnings: there is a lot of Gar/Jason (emotionally and sexually), dubious consent - Gar listens to the reader and Jason having sex without their consent (but they don’t mind when they do find out), invasion of privacy (but again, they don’t mind it), would this be considered eavesdropping?, accidental voyeurism (and then on purpose voyeurism), Gar masturbates while listening to Jason and the reader have sex over a FaceTime call but Jason and the reader don’t know Gar is listening, Gar feels slightly guilty about being horny in this situation, lots of dirty talk, Jason is more dominant, reader is definitely submissive, Gar is (slightly?) submissive (though he is not ‘involved’ for most of the sex act), the reader uses she/her pronouns and has a vagina (though she is not really the ‘center’ of this fic), Jason has a filthy mouth, p in v sex (between Jason and reader) - actually protected sex this time (which is a surprise for my fics) (it’s my headcanon that Jason is a big proponent for condoms/safe sex), degradation kink (towards the reader), terms used to describe the reader: slutty/slut, cocksleeve, hole, fucktoy/toy, cumdump, good girl; slightly possessive Jason (but it’s clear that he doesn’t mind sharing with Gar), spanking (very light, no severe pain kink) - mention of clit spanking, mention of orgasm restriction, mentions of sexting/sending nudes. I believe that’s everything.

A/N: This is a repost. I did some tweaking to it, but it is still mostly the same. So if you have read it before, I hope you enjoy it. And if it's your first time reading it, I hope you like it again. I have a half-finished sequel to this in my drafts, so if you wanna see it, definitely leave a comment or an anon telling me you wanna see it.

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The concept of butt-dailing was something that still mystified Gar.

He understood why it was a thing in the 2000s, sure. A time when people’s phones still had tactile buttons on them, when you could sit on your phone in your back pocket and start pressing things by accident. But these days? Why was the term even still used?

How can you call someone by accident? How can you have an entire phone conversation with someone by mistake?

On that day, it hadn’t been Jason that called him - no, Gar was the one calling Jason.

Gar hated to admit it, but he was fucking lonely. He had a soft heart and if he went too long without talking to his friends, without hearing their laughter, then he wilted like an unwatered plant. It wasn’t something that he ever said aloud, but it was something that was very easy to tell for the people who were closest to him.

So Jason had taken to calling him on a regular basis. And ironically, because of it, the two had actually grown a lot closer in the Robin’s absence.

Their friendship bloomed because of the long, late-night phone calls where Jason’s tired voice mumbled things to Gar as he fell asleep, admitting things about his past and the pain he sometimes felt that he never would have told anyone else. And they often spent hours on Discord calls as they kicked ass together playing COD or some other stupid game like Mount Your Friends. Even though on that day the Tower was practically empty, Gar found himself missing Jason the most.

Ever since you had gone to Gotham to visit Jason, Gar’s other closest friend abandoning him, Gar had practically gone mad with loneliness. Rachel was off on a ‘girls trip’ with Donna, Dawn, and Kory, and Dick was attending some kind of ‘League’ business. Hank was leading a ‘be a better you’ sobriety seminar in another city, and Gar still found himself feeling like an outsider when hanging out with Rose and Jericho.

So where did that leave him?

Alone in his room, sprawled out on his bed.

He had thumbed over Jason’s contact in his phone several times before he actually decided to put in his earbuds and give the guy a call. Surely his best friend wouldn’t consider him needy after the three hour long timestamps on their other calls. If Jason was busy, Gar could simply find something else to entertain himself. He could probably best his Resident Evil speedruns. Again.

But selfishly, he was hoping Jason would pick up and talk to him for a while. Maybe you would be lounging around with Jason and he would get to talk to the both of you. That would be really nice.

When the FaceTime call was answered on the other end, the screen was dark. Gar thought for a moment that Jason was just busy - that he was pressing his phone to his chest until he could get into another room to take the call. But for a few moments, all he heard was deep breathing, some grunting. The sound of Jason training?

He was definitely inside Jason’s pocket.

See, Jason hadn’t even noticed the incoming call. He had his phone on silent, and he had answered it completely by mistake. Turns out, the rapid, rhythmic thrusting of his hips had somehow successfully pressed the ‘answer’ button, even with the phone shoved deep in his back pocket.

And Jason wasn’t really in a position to have a friendly, ‘let’s chat about COD’ video chat with his best friend.

He was balls-deep inside of you. With his thick, hard cock out through the zipper of his pants with his phone still inside of his back pocket. He was thrusting into you where you were face down on his bed, on your knees exactly how he wanted you.

It was a huge part of the reason you had come to visit him. The two of you had been fooling around for as long as you had known each other, and you couldn’t seem to go for very long without fucking the other person. It brought you both relief from your stressful vigilante lifestyle, and it was the best sex either of you ever had. Not that any of your friends knew that you had a ‘thing’ going on, of course.

Gar was about to hang up the call, believing that he had caught Jason at a bad time and realizing that the guy didn’t even know his phone was on. But he froze completely still when he heard it.

“Fuck, babe, take my cock.” Jason groaned, his voice absolutely thick with sex. “Fucking take it.”

It was something that instantly made Gar tremble, made blood rush to his cock as he heard his friend’s voice in a way that he never had before. The sound was rough in his headphones, distant and not nearly as pure as it would have been in person. But it made Gar’s blood run hot in seconds, made him so turned on so quickly that he became dizzy.

Gar’s hand itched to reach down and grip his cock through his pants, but he knew that he shouldn’t. He knew it was wrong. He should just hang up the call and hope that Jason never saw it in his call history. The longer he stayed there and listened, the more suspicious the timestamp would look in the call history if Jason ever saw it.

But Gar was frozen in his tracks when he heard something that absolutely made his head spin.

“Yes!” It was your voice. “Fuck, I fucking love your cock. I’m just a slutty little cocksleeve for you, Jay!”

High pitched and needy, moaning out - it was you. You, screaming those entirely pornographic words, followed by a deep grunt from Jason.

Gar let out a sharp breath. It hadn’t occurred to him who Jason might be fucking. Or that he was fucking someone at all, and that he wasn’t just alone, fucking his own hand.

Gar almost couldn’t believe that this was happening. The two people that he had been attracted to for so long now, playing out an epic sex fantasy for his own ears. He knew that it was so horribly wrong, but he probably wouldn’t have hung up the call if someone had pointed a gun to his head.

“Yeah, you are.” Jason replied, his voice slightly obscured from the phone being in his pocket. “You’re my perfect slut. Such a good fucktoy, aren’t you, Y/N?”

Jason saying your name with such a deep, possessive need, paired with the way he spoke so confidentially - it forced Gar to imagine how long the two of you had been in a relationship like this. How long the two of you had been playing around behind everyone’s backs to know each other’s kinks so well without crossing any boundaries. Even with his brain so lust-clouded, his thoughts flashed through all of the times you and Jason had snuck off together, or made lame excuses to go to bed early when Jason had still been living at the Tower.

Gar was upset that he hadn’t found out about this sooner. His brain conjured up a fantasy of him sneaking into Jason’s room late at night, and seeing you on your knees for his best friend. He easily imagined Jason inviting him to stay, telling Gar what a slut you were, how much you would love to have two guys at once. Him and Jason passing you around, your wetness making both of their cocks shine. If you were the ‘fucktoy’ that he claimed you to be, it probably wouldn’t be that far from reality.

There was a wet, slapping sound - Jason fucking into you harder as you moaned and struggled for breath.

Gar’s cock pulsed with need.

Something in the back of his brain screamed that it was wrong and that he needed to hang up, but his cock screamed louder. So he untied the string of his pants with haste and racked them down over his aching balls. Just to be safe, he muted his end of the call so that Jason wouldn’t hear any noises he made.

(If he had been thinking a bit clearer, he would have realized that any noise he made, especially echoing into Jason’s back pocket, would have simply gotten lost in the haze of sweat and sex that the two of you were making in Jason’s bedroom. But - better safe than sorry, right?)

In his mind, muting the call seemed even more reasonable when he let out a deep moan the second he took his hard dick into his hand. More beautiful sounds from you and Jason came in through his headphones as he began to jerk himself off.

“Fucking love how you take my cock, fucking love how this slutty pussy gets so wet for me.”

Jason’s dirty mouth continued as Gar’s hand started a steady rhythm. Gar was already leaking precum that easily slicked him up - he was absolutely dizzy at the sound of Jason’s sex-graveled voice.

“Just a fucking hole for me to cum in.” Jason growled. “You love it, don’t you? You love being my fucking toy. My fucking cumdump.”

The pure filth coming out of Jason’s mouth surprised Gar, just as much as his own reaction did. The way his dick jumped in his hand and his lungs released a moan, his tip leaking even more precum at the words. He had no fucking idea that you and Jason were so dirty, that you liked being… degraded so much. Because clearly you loved it, with the wailing moan that you echoed back in response.

“I love it!” You told Jason, your tone desperate and breathy, worn with sex. “I love being your cumdump. I’m just a hole for you to use!”

Gar tried to imagine what the two of you might look like in that moment. Were you on your back, your legs spread wide for Jason? Were you completely naked with your tits swaying with his every thrust? Were you on your hands and knees, ass out like a bitch in heat for Jason?

Gar pumped his cock faster at the thought, his precum making it sound absolutely slick, unrestrained grunts coming from his parted lips as he continued to listen you and Jason fuck. He would feel guilty for this later, but right now, he was absolutely dizzy with lust and needed to hear more.

“You gonna cum on my cock, slut?” Jason’s voice was sharp, demanding.

It sounded like Jason was holding back the urge to cum himself and he needed you to get there first. There was a sharp sound - skin hitting skin, higher in pitch and less muffled than the constant pounding of Jason into your cunt. Jason had spanked you. Gar’s orgasm swelled in his belly as he imagined Jason’s hand coming down against your skin, making the fat of your ass bounce or - fuck, Jason’s hand blooming against your wet clit. (Gar hated that he would never know which it actually was.)

“Be a good girl. Cum for me.” Jason demanded, throat strangling his voice as he drowned in his own arousal.

And just like that, you dissolved into a fury of sounds. Gar caught you chanting ‘I’m a hole! I’m a hole! I’m a hole!’ as though it was the only thing on your mind, increasing in volume as your orgasm overtook you, but it was muffled after a moment and Gar heard Jason grunt the words ‘shut up’ in the most sharp, dangerous voice he had ever heard from his best friend.

Gar’s mind was immediately struck with the picture of Jason’s hand on the back of your head, shoving you into the bed to quiet your whorish moaning, and this was what sent him over the edge. His stomach curled so hard that it practically made him nauseous, his body drawing up off the bed as he pumped his cock hard and fast. He pumped himself dry as cum splashed up over his (thankfully) naked stomach and dirtied him in hot, white waves.

Gar’s body was still trembling when he heard Jason rattle out a shuddering moan, a sure sign that he was cumming too.

Gar should have rushed to end the call.

But it seemed impossible to move at this point - his bones were practically made out of jelly from the intensity of his orgasm. The hand holding the phone had dropped it against his chest, the sound still coming in clear from his earbuds. He was desperate to catch his breath, and his cum still warm against his stomach when he heard it.

There was a shifting, a rustling sound - fuck, Jason was taking his phone out of his pocket.

Gar panicked.

But his orgasm had been so spectacular that it had knocked all the sense out of him, including his usually good reflexes, so he was slow to pick his phone back up. When he did, his heart jumped in his chest when he found Jason staring at him, wearing a wide smirk.

In the time it had taken Gar to recover, Jason had taken his phone out - with the original purpose to check the time. Alfred always had a very specific time for dinner, and always became cranky if anyone was late. Jason certainly didn’t need anyone to come looking for you and him, seeing the compromising position that you found yourselves in.

Jason was surprised when he found the call with Gar going. And once he had checked the timestamp on the still ongoing call, he immediately knew what had happened.

“Did you enjoy the show?” Jason said, his voice slightly rough from the sex, but entirely confident, unshaken.

“Uh - I - I -” Gar stuttered.

When Jason saw his lips moving and didn’t hear any sound, he quickly spoke up.

“Unmute the call, dickhead.” Jason told him, giving a small chuckle with the offensive, affectionate nickname.

Right. Gar had muted it to participate in his perverted voyeurism.

As Gar reached up to find the button, he realized his hand was still covered in cum.

Jason licked his lips as he saw substance smeared all over Gar’s palm and saw his friend reaching for tissues off to the side. As Gar raced to clean off his hand, you appeared behind Jason’s shoulder in the frame of the call. You were wearing a bra, your skin slightly slicked with sweat and tear tracks coming off the side of your eyes - clearly from pleasure and not from pain.

“You had Gar on a FaceTime call?” Your tone was a breathy giggle, clearly not at all upset at the idea that your friend had been listening in on you being fucked and called degrading names. “Kinky. Did you call him while you were putting the condom on?”

Gar unmuted the call with his now clean(er) hand, but waited in silence for you and Jason to finish your conversation. He was surprised that you didn’t seem to care; that you seemed to think it was some kind of pre-planned kink that Jason had executed. Gar’s stomach twisted at the thought of it, that you and Jason had discussed inviting another person into your sex life and you were more than okay with it being Gar.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.” Jason told you. “Go get cleaned up for dinner.”

You simply nodded, and leaned in to give Jason a kiss - a soft, gentle sight that was entirely arousing in contrast to the rough, filthy sex that Gar knew the two of you just had. It was even more arousing when you walked out of frame and Gar heard another spank to your bare skin (clearly you weren’t wearing bottoms) - and heard you let out a delighted squeak in response.

“Look, I can explain-” Gar began his groveling, but Jason quickly cut him off.

“Quiet.” Jason said, his tone taking on a kind of authority that made Gar’s stomach jump. “Next time this happens, we get to watch you cum, or you don’t get to cum at all. Got it?”

Gar’s cock was quickly filling with blood again at Jason speaking to him this way, so boldly, making sexual demands over his body. His mouth was dry and lost for words so he simply nodded in response. He opened his mouth to attempt to speak - to apologize, to ask for clarity, to ask Jason when ‘the next time’ would be.

But now that Jason had Gar’s simple affirmation, he hung up the call.

Gar - unable to help himself - stretched an arm out and took a picture of his half hard cock and his shirtless body, still covered in his cum. He hesitated to send it, though. After a long mental debate in the shower, it came back to his phone sitting on his nightstand, and sent it to Jason with a caption that read ‘I really did enjoy the show’.

It pinged Jason’s phone when he was sitting at the dinner table with you and Bruce. And as he looked at it under the table, he choked on his peas.

#sundrop writes #gar logan x reader #gar logan #garfield logan x reader #garfield logan #gar logan x reader x jason todd #jason todd x reader #dc titans x you #dc titans fanfiction #dc titans x reader #titans fanfiction

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greenhorn-art · 7 months

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Keep Your Head Up to the Sky (As Your Day Unfolds) by alphera [Twitter]

Illustrated by Shirou_UOHS @shirou-oh-sakura

Fandom: 全职高手 | The King's Avatar

Rating: General Audiences

Category: M/M

Words: 9 270

Time is rarely kind, and impossible to escape. At the ripe old age of 30, Han Wenqing retires from the Glory Professional Alliance and moves forward the only way he knows how: fearlessly and without hesitation.

About the Book

FONTS: Coelacanth, Segoe UI Emoji

IMAGES: Illustrations by Shirou; pastel sky ID: 7007221 from Rawpixel; dark blue sky ID: 7044483 from Rawpixel; Han Wenqing & Desert Dust image from The King's Avatar Wikia; Ye Xiu & Lord Grim image also from TKA Wikia; Glory card png also made by Shirou via Discord

MATERIALS: regular ol' printer paper (8.5"x11", 20lb, 96 bright); ~1.5mm chipboard; Neenah cardstock (8.5"x11", 65lb, bright white); Iris bookcloth (Madeira colour); paper from Gilded Ink paper pad by Recollections; waxed linen thread (30/3 size, white); wheat paste (1:4 flour:water)

PROGRAMS USED: typeset in Affinity Publisher 2; endpapers designed with Affinity Designer 2 and Affinity Photo 2; imposed with Renegade's Community Imposer (settings: Quarto, snug against binding edge, signatures of 2 sheets).

Text & QR codes printed with colour laser printer (duplex, flip long edge), images printed with inkjet printer (HP Envy 5055; one sheet at a time, single sided, place facedown in tray)

BINDING: quarto (quarter-letter) size, sewn board binding with french link stitch and breakaway spine.

Absolutely LOVED this story! I've reread this one a number of times, and keep going back for more. Alphera's writing is so good! Ye Xiu is the series protagonist so things usually follow him, which makes it refreshing to see a story through Han Wenqing's eyes. And the author does it SO WELL! AHHH!

It's been a while since my first read-through, but I'm pretty sure this was the first TKA fic that I actually downloaded and started typesetting. Absolutely chuffed to have it finished! (Love me some growth-- the typeset looks a LOT better than my earlier attempts!)

RAMBLES

Another sewn board binding and breakaway spine! Since this isn't my first go at it, the construction of the book was considerably faster and smoother than my last one. It's just as well, because I ran into a speed bump that stretched out how long it took to typeset and print.

The culprit: (very pretty) illustrations. My laser's colour printing capabilities are shot to hell, so I used my inkjet for the artwork. This involved creating 3 copies of my typeset: 1) the completed typeset; 2) just the text, images hidden; 3) just the images, text hidden/white. Then I ran them through the imposer and printed the text version. The real issue was figuring out how to feed the sheets through my inkjet printer to print the images where I want them. Had to go one page at a time, single-sided. (Just need to place sheet facedown in the tray. So flip along vertical axis.) It took a while, but I got there in the end. And the results were SO worth it! 😊

For the scene breaks I left them as written. I had tried inserting images of the Glory Logo and account card, or using crossed swords emojis ⚔️, but nothing I tried worked as well as what the author did. (It's really neat! Different characters were used to indicate the direction of the timeskip: >>>> for a jump forward in time; <<<< for a flash into the past; and ==== for regular scene breaks, a 'next' rather than 'before' or 'later/after'.)

The cover and endpapers were based off of Shirou's fantastic cover illustration of HQW and YX walking hand-in-hand down a beach at sunset. The art itself is phenomenal so I had it stand alone as a frontispiece and didn't do anything fancy with the title page. For the covers, I looked through my decorative paper stash for something red or black to represent HWQ or Team Tyranny. What I found was paper with pinks, oranges, and purples similar to that illustration -- and that was that. I liked how the colours matched the art, and the gold splashed across it. (Gold for victory, gold for wedding rings and a happy golden future together.)

(Sidenote: I love how the beginning of the end of HWQ's career as an e-sports player "starts with a tingle in his ring finger", leading him and YX to taking the next steps in their relationship and eventually getting married 💍🖐)

I went with a red bookcloth for the spine because it's a common team colour for Tyranny, Excellent Era, and Happy. It also represents good fortune, courage, passion, and love -- things that come to mind when I think about YX, HWQ, and HanYe. The particular shade of red I used is Madeira. It's darker than Ruby Red and leans a little cooler, which suits the decorative paper more.

The endpapers use two background images (overlayed, adjusted, using multiple blending modes) and some images of HWQ and YX from The King's Avatar Wikia.

The background images are from Rawpixel -- I was just minding my own business looking for images of clouds and maybe some mountains to represent overcoming challenges/glory/looking up to the sky, when I found some clouds with the same sunset colours of Shirou's art. Figured it was too perfect, and if I'm going to lean into that design-wise, I might as well go whole hog and full-ass it. Then I found a starry night sky to add some darker blues and stars to it to match. After that it was a matter of overlapping them and positioning them to fit. I also grabbed some images of HWQ and YX from the King's Avatar Wikia and added them to it because HanYe. (After removing the backgrounds).

#Keep Your Head Up to the Sky (As Your Day Unfolds)#alphera #fanfiction #bookbinding #the king's avatar #qzgs #tka #sewn board binding

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jennagrinsoverml · 1 year

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HI i love your fic recs! This is gonna sound really specific but do you have any good fics about time? I'm thinking Bunnix-involved, time loops, alternate universes... it's been on my mind lately. thank you so much!

I had a lot of fun with this list! I feel like this one has been anxiously awaited since I posted about it a while back haha

Remember That Time When... by @mostlovedgirl

Twenty-two-year-old Marinette Agreste was looking forward to the anniversary trip she would be taking with her husband Adrien that weekend. Those plans are derailed when she wakes up in her old bedroom... and she’s seventeen again.

Multi-chapter. This fic is so fun, and I love the way it plays with both sides of the time travel trope. On the one hand you’ve got Adrien and Marinette suddenly transported to a future where they’re married, while in their time, they’re not together (though Marinette’s crazy in love with him of course). And on the other hand, you’ve got married Adrienette back in the past needing to pretend they’re not even together! It’s sweet and fun, and I loved seeing both how Adrienette got there, as well as what they’re like as an established couple at the same time.

A Hundred Thursdays by Midnight Musume (Peas)

Marinette is stuck repeating the same day over and over. Her friends (and especially Chat Noir) help her cope.

Two-shot. Groundhog day type fic where Marinette’s stuck in a time loop. (In the second chapter, Adrien’s the one who is stuck.) It’s extremely well executed, and I really enjoyed the Marichat dynamic, especially with how it was influenced by the interactions Marinette had (or did not have) with Adrien earlier in the day.

Clairvoyance by @whatarubberchicken

Being hit by an akuma is not usually this delightful. Or bright. Or completely eye-opening.

One-shot. This fic hits me right in the feels, with Chat Noir being transported to a perfect future where he’s married with children and so, so happy, and it’s just so beautiful. Before, of course, the akuma’s power is ended and it’s over.

Eight Years Overnight by @coffeebanana

All Adrien wanted was to finish grading papers and have a relaxing weekend with his family. He most definitely did NOT expect Bunnyx to show up and drag him eight years into the future. When Ladybug followed her husband into the future, she didn't expect to see him playing the part of the villain. She didn't expect fourteen-year-old Emma to follow her through, either. And Chat Noir from the future was wrong to think that saving his kidnapped wife would be a piece of cake the second time around.

OR: Ladynoir July with a time-travelling twist.

Multi-chapter. This fic is exactly the kind of fic I’m usually thinking of when I think of a time travel fic. It’s a little bit confusing in the way that such stories always are, but the confusion is really kept to a minimum. It’s so interesting because the love square get together is not a component of this fic, they’re married in both times! But it works so well, and the trust they have in each other in both times is a recurring theme and it’s beautiful. This is plotty and well constructed.

Why Are You Like This? by @carpisuns

An older Chat Noir shows up in the middle of a class field trip with a special mission for his younger self.

Two-shot. This is sweet, hilarious, and utterly perfect. Chat Noir meddles in the love square and it cracks me up.

A Sound of Thunder by Tempomental

“Bye-bye, little… actually, that’s your line, isn’t it? Sorry.”

Ladybug stared at the man in front of her. Tall. Shaggy, but not unkempt blond hair. Oh yeah, and he was wearing a Ladybug costume.

“Who - who are you?”

“Oh, right, sorry.” He drew himself up to his full height and proudly announced, “My name is Adrien Agreste, and I’ve come from the future to rescue you!”

Multi-chapter. Adrien also comes back from the future to help out with the ladybug miraculous. It’s extremely intense and well written and every time I thought I had spotted a problem in the writing, it turned out to be a plot element but holy shit I thought I was going to die with how intense this is. If you like plot, you will absolutely LOVE this fic.

when you weren’t mine to lose by @bugsandchatons

Change is a scary thing, especially when it feels like nothing has stayed the same.

It’s been a year since Marinette became the Guardian of the Miracle Box - a year of struggling beneath a burden she never asked for, a weight that has her leaning on her partner more and more as the hours fly by, of letting him come to her, too, when he needs a soft place to land. A year of falling for the boy who takes on the world by her side with a smile made of sunlight, and fighting the growing urge to tell him what he means to her.

After all, they’ll have time enough for that when Paris is safe.

But when the unthinkable happens, Marinette learns the tragedy of loving someone quietly, and the lines she’ll cross to save him.

Multi-chapter. This is what happens when Ladybug loses Chat Noir: she uses Hawkmoth to go back in time to save him. It hurts in all the best ways and the writing is absolutely gorgeous and somehow we still get a happy ending!

#ml #miraculous ladybug #ml fic recs #adrienette #marichat #adrinette #ladynoir #ml love square #time travel #time travel fics #ml fanfic #jennarecsml

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I'm working on all the 200 celebration requests!! BUT I had already finished this, so I wanted to throw it out there for anyone who might be interested!

The Doctor Will See You Now: a Dr. John Carpenter Story

I love, and I mean LOVE, the character Dr. John Carpenter from the 1969 movie Change of Habit. So, of course, I wrote a fic!

A/N: this is a loooong, slow burn, fluff-tastic extravaganza. And I love it. I hope you do too!

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, this one has your regular smutty kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, but also pregnancy and childbirth!!! Do not read if that's going to bother/trigger you, please!

In case you're unfamiliar with this delicious man:

Enjoy:

You're standing on the steps outside of the clinic with your suitcase, looking up at the door. You can hear his voice coming down from his apartment upstairs. He's singing and playing the guitar again at one of his get-togethers. The memory of being at another of his parties with your cousin floods you, especially the part where you stayed behind after everyone else left.

You swallow hard and take a deep breath, clutching the crumpled up paper in your hand. You have no choice but to walk up the steps and ring the doorbell. Hopefully, he comes down alone.

You ring the bell and stand in the hallway waiting. He comes down the stairs carrying his guitar.

"Oh, hello. Did you need the doctor?" He doesn't recognize you. There had been a significant amount of alcohol involved. Maybe he'll remember eventually.

"Yes. I need to see you." He walks down the rest of the stairs and pushes open the clinic door for you. Once inside, he turns back to you.

"I know why you're here." You look up at him suddenly. How could he possibly know?

"I'm not going to do what you want. I don't do that. I'll give you some vitamins and make sure you're healthy, but that's the extent of it." Wait. What?

"You're in trouble, right? Come with me." He walks you back to the exam room. You slowly extend the hand with the paper in it. He takes it, looks down at it, and reads it.

"Just like I thought. You want me to check you out or do you just want the vit--"

"--John, stop." You finally find your voice. When you call him by his first name, he looks up into your face for the first time, really.

"Do we know each other?" You close your eyes and your head drops. He really doesn't remember.

"Yes."

"Well, I'm sorry this happened to you, but I'm still not going to--"

"No. I'm y/n. I came to one of your parties a few months ago. We... I stayed after..." A light of recognition comes on in his mind.

"Oh, you're... I remember now. We had a good time." He smiles at you. Then, you watch as he puts two and two together.

"Wait. You're..." He covers his mouth with his hand and backs up, turning to face away from you. You give him a minute to process what you're saying.

"John--"

"--you're saying this is my baby?!" He turns back to you and you can't tell what kind of look he's giving you. It's a blend of fear, embarrassment, anxiety, and doubt.

"Yes, John. That's what I've been trying to tell you."

"How do you know?"

"Excuse me?!" You feel your temper ignite.

"I'm sorry; I'm not trying to suggest... I'm just..." He sits down in a chair. He's so genuinely caught off guard that you can't stay mad at him. You were pretty shocked too.

"It's yours. Or a miracle has occurred because you're the only man I've been with for a year."

"How did this happen?" You suppress a laugh.

"You're a doctor. Please tell me I don't need to explain to you how this happens."

"No." He smirks at you. "I know that part. I was just pretty sure we took precautions."

"We did. Apparently they failed." You throw your hands in the air and drop them back down. "How doesn't matter. It's happening."

He sits there looking up at you with his eyes wide. Then his expression softens.

"Honey, I'm sorry I didn't recognize you. I remember now."

"It's okay. I just- well, I just wanted you to know. And now you do, so I'll just... go..."

"Now, hold on a minute. What do you need from me?" He holds his hands up with his palms open like he wants to offer you something. "Should we- should we get married?" You laugh and he starts laughing with you. You sit down in the chair next to him.

"John, we barely know each other. I appreciate the offer, but no. But I will take whatever help you're willing to give me." You look down at your suitcase and his eyes follow yours to it sitting on the floor.

"Why...?"

"Oh, it's nothing."

"Y/n, what's going on? You're carrying my baby. I need to know. Why do you have a suitcase?" You try to look away from him. You really didn't want to get him wrapped up in this part. Your plan was to tell him, leave, and then figure out what to do. He wasn't supposed to care this much. He puts his hand under your chin and gently pulls you back to looking at him. You look into his blue eyes and they're full of concern.

"My mom kicked me out."

"Your mom- how old-?" His concern turns to panic.

"I'm 26. I just lived with my mom to help her with bills. I can't afford to pay hers and my own at the same time." He takes a deep breath. Then he realizes this means you're homeless. He stands up and puts his hand out for you to take.

"Come on."

"Where are we going?"

"Upstairs. You're going to stay with me." You shake your head.

"No, I can't do that. I can't interrupt your life like that."

"You can't? Honey, I'd say your life is going to be pretty interrupted. It's only fair that mine is too. Now, come on." You take his hand and stand up. He's taking this better than you expected.

******

Upstairs in his apartment, he tells the party that it's time for them to go home. They're disappointed, but they listen when he asks them to clear out. The girls glare at you when they realize he's holding your hand. Once everyone is gone, he goes around cleaning up and you start to help.

"You don't have to do that. You're probably exhausted. I know the first trimester can be tiring." You smile at his level of kindness and concern. You are tired, but you refuse to be a burden.

"No, I'm okay. I can help." He nods slowly and makes sure he does the heavier tasks like rearranging the furniture and taking the trash out. He leaves the small things for you. When he comes back from taking the trash, he sees you at the sink washing the dishes. He has the strangest urge to come up behind you and put his arms around you, but he reminds himself that you're not his girlfriend or wife or anything, really. Still, there's something about having you in his apartment that he really likes.

Once the place is cleaned up, it's almost dinner time. You're starving, but you're trying very hard not to be in the way.

"Are you hungry? You have to be hungry." He stands up and goes to the kitchen.

"I'll make dinner. Is there anything you don't want to eat right now?"

You wonder if he's this accommodating all the time, or if it's just because he feels bad.

"You don't have to do anything special for me, John. Just pretend like I'm not here." He cocks his head to the side and looks at you. Then he comes and sits next to you on the couch, facing you. He takes both of your hands in his.

"Listen, I've had some time to process this now and I'm not worried anymore. I'm happy you're having my kid. I've always wanted to be a dad. And this may not have been exactly how I pictured it, but I'm happy. Will you just let me take care of ya so you can take care of the baby?" You nod and smile, despite yourself. If you had to get pregnant, you're glad it's with him. You sit there looking at him for a second longer and notice yourself almost leaning in to kiss him. He's leaning in slowly, too, his eyes flicking down to your lips. Maybe you should just let this happen.

Suddenly, you're hit with a wave of nausea and it brings you back down to earth. You need to eat. And starting something with him could be really bad if it doesn't go well. You turn and face the kitchen and he clears his throat.

"I'll make us somethin' to eat." He gets up and goes back to messing with pots and pans.

******

For a bachelor, he's a pretty good cook. The chicken and veggies he makes are actually really satisfying and you feel much better after you eat.

Once you're finished, he makes up the couch into a bed. You pick up your suitcase to open it and get your things to go to bed, but he takes it from you and walks into the bedroom. You follow him and he puts it on a chair in his room.

"You can sleep in here. I'll be fine on the couch."

"No, John, I can't-"

"What did I say?" He puts his hand on your cheek in a gesture that's far too intimate, but you let him anyway. "Let me take care of you. That means you sleep in the bed." He pulls a T-shirt and some shorts out of a drawer and heads out of the room. You almost call to him and say he can sleep in the bed with you, but that seems absurd. After he closes the door, you're left standing in there alone, so you open your suitcase and get out some pajamas.

He stands in the living room for a minute, overcome with a longing to curl up in bed with you. He thinks about the almost-kiss that happened on the couch and shakes his head. Neither of you can afford for this to go wrong. He has to be stronger about resisting these silly urges in the future.

******

A month passes with the two of you moving politely around the apartment, going to work and coming home. You take turns cooking and doing the dishes. For the most part, you make pretty good roommates. You wish there was a better solution than him sleeping on the couch, but he assures you he's fine.

One night, you're laying in bed reading when the strangest thing happens. It feels like there's a goldfish in your belly and it's really bizarre. At that moment, you're very glad that you live with a doctor.

"John!" You yell from the bedroom. There's a note of concern in your voice, so he damn near breaks down the door to get to you.

"What's wrong?" He runs in and sits on the bed next to your knees.

"Something weird is happening."

"Is it contractions? What does it feel like?"

"No, it's not painful. It's just... like someone is tickling me from the inside." You look at him with worry in your eyes, but he relaxes almost instantly.

"Honey, the baby is moving. You can feel the baby move."

"Oh!" You respond breathlessly. This is the most amazing feeling. You feel tears start to well up in your eyes and then slide down your cheeks. He scoots closer to you on the bed and holds your face in his hands. His eyes are a little watery too, but he holds back.

"It's amazing..." You choke out. He nods and then the next thing you know, he's kissing you. Your tongue is in his mouth before you even realize what's happening. You sit up and put your arms around his neck, your heart fluttering wildly in your chest. His arms are around your waist and he pulls you in close to him. After a few minutes of this, he pulls back from you and presses his forehead against yours. You're trembling as he holds you and you desperately want him to keep kissing you.

"Y/n, we probably shouldn't do this." You feel like someone is squeezing your heart in their hand. He's right.

"I know..." You look down at your lap and he slowly releases you from his arms and moves away. This might be the hardest thing he's ever done, but he knows how important it is for the two of you to stay on good terms. Finally, he tears himself away and walks back to the living room, closing the door gently behind himself.

You lay back down and let the tears stream down your face. But these tears aren't for the baby. They're for you and the way it felt when he kissed you.

He lays down on the couch and looks up at the ceiling. Sleeping is pretty much out of the question as he can't stop thinking about you and the way it felt to have you in his arms.

Everything inside you wants him to come back to you.

Everything inside him wants to go back to you.

Instead, you both close your eyes and spend the night wide awake and wishing.

******

Another month goes by. The first few days after the kiss are awkward, but eventually you settle back into your routine. You've moved a little beyond politeness into friendship, though. You begin reading together in the living room in the evenings and you even have a couple of nights where you play board games. You start cooking together and cleaning together, too. He's everything you hoped he would be in terms of kindness, humor, and good conversation. Still, you're both very careful to maintain a reasonable distance between you.

Your belly has begun to grow and one day he hears you groaning from the bedroom in the morning.

"You alright?" He calls from the bathroom, toothbrush in hand. He no longer shuts the door unless he's actually going to the bathroom.

"My pants won't zip! My dresses are too tight! Your baby is ruining all my outfits!" He laughs and puts his toothbrush back.

"I'm sorry... You had to know this was coming, though."

"Yeah, but knowing something is coming and it actually happening are two different things." You walk out of the bedroom in just your bra and unzipped pants without thinking. His eyes widen when he sees you. You freeze as his gaze moves lower, first to your breasts, and then down to your belly.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry!" You turn and run back into the bedroom. He has to adjust his pants a little to accommodate what's happening down there. He never dreamed seeing you pregnant with his baby would turn him on so much.

"We can go shopping tomorrow. We'll get lunch and make a whole day of it." He calls to you. You come back out of the room wearing a dress. It's too tight, but at least it zips. His eyes wander back down to your belly again and he has to actively work to not imagine what you look like without the dress.

"Yes. I'm a whale. Will ya quit staring?" You comment sarcastically.

"No, that's not... yeah, I'm sorry." He looks back up at your face. Telling you how attracted to you he is won't help anyone.

******

Another month slides by and you're really starting to look pregnant. He loves it, but he knows he can't tell you. He just has to hold back every time you complain about your weight gain. At least you have some clothes that fit you now. Luckily, no one at work comments on your growing belly. They know you aren't married, but it's the proverbial elephant in the room that your male boss doesn't seem interested in addressing just yet.

One Saturday morning, he puts the paper down and looks at you.

"Yes John?" You ask playfully as he stares.

"I was just thinkin'. Should we get some baby stuff?" The reality that there will be a baby in the apartment in three and a half months slams into you like a ton of bricks.

"Oh, gosh. Yeah, I guess we should." You look around the small apartment. Will the baby sleep in the room with you while he sleeps on the couch?

"Do we need to... move... to somewhere with a bedroom for each of us?" He looks down at the table. He wants to sleep in the bed with you so badly, it almost hurts.

"Maybe. We can look for places. But let's go ahead and get some stuff today, while we have some time." You nod. Every night, you almost ask him to sleep in the bed and every night you don't. But he can't sleep on the couch forever.

******

When you get to the baby store, you suddenly become aware of your lack of wedding ring. You desperately hope no one notices or that they just think you were too poor to buy them.

John follows you and the sales girl around wide-eyed. He had no idea that a baby would need so much or that there would be so many options.

"I think we should probably just start with a bassinet. We can get a crib when the baby is older." You turn and look to him for an answer.

"Oh, yeah, honey, whatever you think is best." The sales girl laughs.

"Your husband is sweet. They never know what to do once they get in here. But some of them are so stingy! You got a good one." She smiles and you laugh nervously. Is it worth it to correct her?

"See, I'm always trying to remind her that I'm a good catch." John smiles at you both, rescuing you from having to say anything. You continue to make your way through the store. Every time you find something you want, you look at him questioningly and he assures you that it's fine. You know he doesn't make much, but he lives pretty modestly, so he must have some savings. When you get to the checkout, you unload his arms onto the counter.

"This is a lot of stuff, John."

"Don't worry about it. Anything for you and the baby." He puts his arm around you and kisses the side of your head affectionately. You're not sure if that was an accident or if he's playing up the husband bit for the sales girl. She clicks her tongue and sighs.

"You guys are the cutest. Your baby is lucky to have parents who love each other so much."

You both laugh nervously and he pays for the merchandise, taking the big bags and following you out of the store.

"What was that all about?"

"What? I didn't want you to have to answer any stupid questions." You nod, a little disappointed that he was acting. In his head, he's reveling in the fact that he got to treat you how he wants to, even for just an hour or two.

******

At Christmas, your belly is so obvious even your boss can't ignore it. He tells you not to come back until after the baby comes. You've got a little over 2 months left.

As you're laying on the couch on Christmas Eve complaining about your stupid boss, John sits at the other end with your feet in his lap. He listens intently, trying to ignore the fact that he wants to crawl on top of you. Even with the baby between you, he wants you. He can't deny it any more. You being pregnant with his baby is a bigger turn on than anything he's ever experienced. Still, he wants to be supportive.

"I'm sorry, honey. But maybe it's better if you just hang around here and rest for a while. You've been working really hard and these last couple months might really take it out of ya."

"Ughhh maybe. I just don't want him to be right."

"I know. But you're always saying how tired you are. Try to see this as a blessing." He puts his hand on your foot and massages it gently.

"That feels really good." You look at him pleadingly. He adds his other hand and starts rubbing your foot with more pressure. You lean your head back and moan. Your feet have been hurting so bad lately. When you moan, he has to adjust the position of your foot, so that it doesn't come in contact with his erection. He moves to your other foot and starts humming quietly, trying to calm himself down. But when he does, you feel something. You sit up straight on the couch, pulling your feet from him.

"Sing again."

"Honey, what-"

"Just sing again." He obliges and starts singing quietly. You gasp. There it was again.

You grab his hand and put it on your belly.

"Keep singing." He does, but he's also looking at you like you're crazy. After a few seconds, he feels it. The baby is kicking at the sound of his voice.

"Oh my god, y/n, that was incredible!"

"Don't stop! The baby likes your voice." He keeps singing and the baby keeps kicking against him. He stops and laughs, his throat getting thick and tears gathering in his eyes.

"Talk to the baby." You smile at him. He kneels down next to your belly while you lay on the couch.

"Hi baby... I'm your daddy... I love you..." he says it in a sweet, sing-songy voice that melts you. The baby kicks again and he looks at you in awe.

You sit up with him in between your legs. The couch is low to the ground, so you're eye level with him. He puts his hand on your neck, with his fingers in your hair and his thumb on your cheek. Slowly, carefully, he pulls your face to his and softly puts his lips on yours. The kiss is so sweet that your stomach flip flops and you're pretty sure it's not the baby. Then you pull back from him.

"I should go to bed." You whisper it. He sighs and hangs his head.

"Yeah, I guess you should." He gets up from his place on the floor and helps you stand up from the couch. You walk away from him to the bedroom.

"Goodnight, John."

"Yeah. Goodnight." You go into the room and slip on one of his t-shirts. It's the only sleep attire that fits you at this point. You sit on the edge of the bed and look up at the ceiling. You want him to come into the room and make you his so badly that you can barely breathe.

He sits on the couch with his head in his hands. This is so fucking stupid.

Finally, you hear a soft knock on the door. You get up and walk to it, opening it slowly. He pushes it the rest of the way open, where it slams against the wall. He takes you in his arms and kisses you passionately, his tongue moving against yours with a hunger that you've never experienced before. Your arms are wrapped around his neck and he pulls you in as close as he can with your pregnant belly between you. You walk backwards until you get to the edge of the bed. He lays you down gently and positions himself half next to you and half on top of you. He traces the side of your face down to your chin with his finger.

"We shouldn't..."

"Shhh, honey. I'm tired of pretending like I don't spend every second wanting this. Aren't you?"

"Yes." You answer breathlessly. He's all you've wanted since the day you walked up to the clinic. But you never dreamed he wanted you too. He presses another kiss onto your lips, moving his hand down your body. You cringe when he gets to your belly.

"I'm sorry. I must be disgusting to you."

"Are you kidding me? I've never been more attracted to a woman in my life. Your pregnant belly is the sexiest thing I've ever seen. And I don't have a fetish for pregnant women. But that's my baby. And something about that drives me absolutely wild." You smile at him. It's impossible not to believe him when he's looking at you like he could devour you at any second.

"Can I see you? Please?" It's hard not to smile at his eagerness. You slide his T-shirt up and over your head, leaving you in just your panties. He looks at you like he's never seen a naked woman before. His eyes are wide and he reaches out to touch you softly, starting at your shoulder and moving down carefully. He gently squeezes one of your breasts and then slides his hand further down your belly. But he doesn't stop. He goes all the way down to the place between your legs that has been aching for him for months. He leans in and kisses you deeply as he slides his hand under your panties and pushes his middle finger into you.

"Oh God." You moan into his mouth. You've obviously been with a man before, but something about this is giving you pleasure you never thought possible. He kisses down your body, nibbling and sucking on you as he goes, until he gets to your center, where he pulls your panties off of you. He adds his tongue to his fingers and it feels like you might die from the insane ecstasy of what he's doing. You can't tell if it's him or the pregnancy or both, but you really don't care in this moment.

"Fuck, John, don't stop." You beg as you feel your climax building. It's rushing toward you like water over a dam and you want nothing more than to tumble into oblivion at his doing. He moves his tongue over and around your clit, teasing and sucking you until you almost can't stand it anymore. He pulls his fingers out and fucks you with his tongue, dragging it up your slit again to the top and pushing his fingers back into you.

"Oh, fuck fuck fuck!" You scream as your orgasm slams into you from every different direction, sending bolts of pleasure out to your extremities and knocking out the hearing in your left ear. You shudder and quake as your center throbs around his fingers. When you finally can't stand it anymore, you run your fingers through his hair and push him back off of you. He moves up your body stopping to kiss and caress your breasts again before he gets to your mouth. The taste of yourself on his lips makes you crazy and you push him back onto his back. You pull his shorts down and off while he pulls his shirt over his head. Then, you climb on top of him and slide him inside of you.

"Oh shit, y/n." He moans at the feeling of you around him. You begin to move up and down on him, your hands pressed into his chest, riding him. He throws his head back and you watch in delight as his eyes roll back in his head and he bites his bottom lip.

"God, yes, honey, never stop." He manages to get out as you grind on top of him, pushing his dick deeper and deeper inside you. You continue fucking him with everything you've got, determined to bring him to an orgasm as least half as good as your own. In the process, you feel another one threatening to overcome you as well. You have to stop for a second and he holds your hips, thrusting into you from underneath, pushing you closer and closer. He's slamming into with an urgency that makes you crazy.

"I'm gonna come, honey." He whispers as he pounds into you.

"John, you can't get me pregnant twice." He opens his eyes and looks at you like that's something he hadn't thought of. You move together in a rhythm that is so close to sending you both over the edge. The depth of your desire is obvious by the way your hips meet over and over again. You ride him steadily until the inevitable end overtakes you both.

"Fuck yes, y/n!" He cries out as you feel his warmth inside you and you tumble headfirst off a cliff into your own release. You feel like you're somewhere between flying and falling for a good minute before you land back on earth with him underneath you. You roll off of him and lay on your back beside him. He props himself up on his elbow next to you and looks at you. He brushes your face with his fingertips and traces the outline of your lips. It's a gesture so sweet and intimate that it makes you want to cry. Then, he leans in and kisses your cheek gently. You turn your head and look him deeply in his blue eyes.

"Sleep in the bed with me."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I don't ever want to sleep without you again." He smiles and wraps his arm around you, pulling you in close to him. You kiss the end of his nose and get up to go to the bathroom. When you come back, you slide your panties and his T-shirt back on and join him in the bed, where he's put his shorts on and settled in to sleep. He opens his arms for you to snuggle in against him. He looks at the clock on the wall. 12:07.

"Merry Christmas, honey."

******

You spend the next two months getting things ready for the baby and going at it like rabbits any time you get the chance. Now that your relationship has moved to the next level, you're both happier than you ever have been. Still, a small part of you wonders if this is the smartest choice, considering the reality of the baby coming. You're not married, so what is there to hold you together if things go wrong? Hopefully, the baby will be enough.

Around Valentine's Day, a nasty blizzard hits. You decide to spend the holiday weekend in bed together.

On Saturday, after making love twice in one night, you settle into bed with John around 11pm. He's sleeping quietly beside you when you wake up suddenly. What is that?! Your back feels like it's having a muscle cramp and your belly feels tight. It passes, though, so you try to go back to sleep. About fifteen minutes later, it happens again. You keep trying to go to sleep, but it keeps happening. Then, the muscle cramp moves around to the front of your stomach and becomes significantly more painful. When it happens again around five minutes later, you gently shake John to try to wake him up.

"What's happening?" He asks groggily, trying to wipe the sleep from his eyes.

"I think I'm having contractions." He sits up in bed. He's wide awake now.

"How long have you been having them? How far apart are they? Are they very painful?" Sometimes you forget he's a doctor and sometimes it's glaringly obvious. You don't have much time to think about it though before it hits you again and you double over in pain, wincing noticeably. He looks at the clock to start timing how much time there is between them and rubs on your lower back gently.

"You're okay, honey. Hold my hand." You take his hand and squeeze it until the contraction passes. That's when you feel a small pop inside you and you wet your pants.

No. You didn't wet your pants.

"John, something happened."

"Can I?" He gestures that he wants to feel between your legs. He's been down there so much recently that you don't even flinch. When he does, he smiles.

"Your water broke. We're havin' a baby!" He jumps out of bed and grabs the bags you have packed to take with you to the hospital. But your next contraction comes faster than he expected. And he looks out the window to the driving snow gathering on the street. There are no cabs out in this weather.

"Honey, I need to check you and see how dilated you are." You look at him with a certain amount of fear in your eyes, but he speaks calmly and reassuringly.

"It's not hard. I've done it a thousand times." You nod. In this moment, you're very glad he's a doctor. He checks you to see where you are and he arranges his face to be comforting. You know him well enough to know he's concerned, though.

"You're already at six centimeters. Even if we could get a cab, I wouldn't feel safe putting you in it with this weather."

"We're having a baby at home?" You look at him with a worried expression.

"We're having a baby at home. Good thing daddy is a doctor." He smiles at you gently. You can tell he's trying very hard to keep you calm.

"I'm going to run down to the clinic and grab some supplies. Are you okay here? I'll be right back."

"John, please don't leave me."

"Honey, we need some things. I promise I'll be right back. Stay right here in the bed." He pats your knee and stands up just as another contraction crashes over you. You grab his hand and he stays with you until it passes. Then he moves quickly out the front door. He makes good on his promise to return quickly too, but you've already had another contraction in the meantime. They're coming closer and closer together.

When he gets back to you, he has a bunch of stuff tucked up under his arm. He kisses your forehead and sets it all down on the bed.

"You're doing great, honey. Just keep breathin' through 'em. I'm right here." You nod and try to breathe deeply as another contraction hits. He lays out some waterproof pads on the bed and sits you on top of them. Then he sets a clamp and some scissors on a towel and grabs another clean towel from the bathroom. He puts on a pair of gloves and says he needs to check you again, since the contractions are coming faster and stronger. You let him because at this point you trust him to do just about anything.

"Eight centimeters. We're gettin' close."

"I'm getting close! What are you doing?!" You're not sure where that came from. He laughs.

"You're right, honey, you're doing all the work. And you're doing a great job." He kisses the top of your head. "I'm so proud of you."

A half hour passes and you're pretty sure you're going to die.

"John, I can't do this. We need to go to the hospital."

"Honey, you're almost done. That's why you feel this way. Hang on just a little bit longer." He checks you one last time and smiles widely.

"I can feel the baby's head. It's time to push."

"MORE WORK?! I CAN'T."

"Yes, you can. You're almost finished. Just this last part and then we'll have our baby." He holds your hand and coaches you through pushing, ignoring the pain in his hand as you squeeze it. After about twenty minutes, you hear his voice change.

"One more, honey! You're almost there!" You give your last ounce of strength and push as hard as you can. He catches the baby as it comes out and wraps it in the clean towel. There's a flurry of activity as he does everything that needs doing and you hear the baby crying. You know he would've normally handed the mother the baby by now, but he's having a hard time passing it to you. You hold your hands out to him and he finally does.

"She's beautiful, honey. You did so well."

"She?!" You exclaim, taking the baby as he hands her to you.

"Oh! Yes, she! And she's perfect." He sits beside you on the bed and wraps his arm around you. When he kisses your cheek, you feel that there are tears on his face. You look down at your baby and he's right. She is perfect.

You press your lips to her forehead gently. She's a dream come true and you can't believe how much you love her.

"John, can we call her Angela? She's a perfect little angel."

"Angela. It suits her."

******

A few hours later, Angela is swaddled and sleeping peacefully in her bassinet. You're snuggled up with John on the bed.

"I can't believe I did that."

"You did do it. You had a baby." You look up at him.

"Our baby."

"Honey, I have something I've been meaning to talk to you about and now seems like as good a time as any." A wave of mild fear washes over you. He sounds serious.

He walks over to one of his drawers and pulls something out of it. Then he comes back and sits next to you on the bed.

"Y/n, I love you. I've loved you for a long time. Really since you showed up on my doorstep and told me you were pregnant. I just didn't know it. And I spent too much time trying to pretend like I wasn't feeling what I was." He holds up a black box and opens it to reveal a small silver ring. You let out a tiny gasp.

"I can't come up with any reasons why we shouldn't get married." He takes the ring out of the little box and slides it onto your finger.

"I can't either. I love you too, John." He kisses your fingers and then leans in and kisses your lips.

"So, that's a yes?"

"It's a yes!" He laughs and kisses you on the lips again. You stay like that, wrapped around each other, for as long as you can. Then, you snuggle in together and try to get some sleep. You have a long life together to look forward to and this is just the beginning.

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