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certainlynotasimp · 1 year

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OH MY GOD. THE WAY I JUST SCREAMED IN MY PILLOW BECAUSE OF YOUR NEW SUNNY FIC AGDGJAEGAJAVSG ITS SOSOSOS CUTE I CANT BREATHEHEHEHEHE. it got me thinking…sunny and miggy are perfect for the one bed trope 😭😭😭😭😭 just imagine miggy acting like it doesn’t effect him, sleeping in the same bad as sunny. i’m already giggling thinking about it. PLEASE WRITE A FIC ABOUT IT WHEN YOU HAVE THE TIME 😭🙏

As Warm As You.

Miguel O’Hara x Female! Reader

A/N: OMG! Thank you so much for the love and the request! 💕🤍 I personally never read anything from this trope, but I think I made something that can satisfy your fluffy craving😅. But I added some Sunny lore, so maybe this will make up for my ignorance. I’m also sorry it’s kinda short.

A/N: I haven’t seen the movie yet, but this shouldn’t be harmed by it maybe. Also I would like to say that I am using Google Translate for the Spanish phrases I use, so if you are fluent in Mexican Spanish (I think that’s what you call phrases and sayings more common in Mexico.), please comment some criticism my way. Thank you!🤍

Warnings: Trauma, Nightmares, comfort, fluffy bits, One Bed, Miguel is a secret softie, No Use of YN ((Sunny is her nickname, not her name name)), Female pronouns, Google Translate Spanish, Established relationship?

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“Ben?…Ben!”

The little spider’s scream cuts through the screeching sirens. The smog hung around the air as the dying flames stained the sky. Too many flames…Too many places to be at once.

The red staining the dark costume caused bile to build up as the search becomes more desperate.

I have to find him.

The dull pain from nails bending and breaking as the rumble falls around her shaking frame. The choked panting caused the Doctor to find his friend quite easily. His friend desperately searching for something. Someone.

Why can’t I find him?

The question is answered with a patch of dark hair appears under a pile of rumble, the tips stained in red. There was so much…why is there so much…

A howl of pain rings out of the young woman’s throat as she clings to the body, her mentor just steps behind her, helpless as to how he can help her.

No one can help her. Like how no one helped her Ben.

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A faint flash of orange alerts the sleeping man out of his endless dream. He looks around and doesn’t notice anyone at first. Miguel sighs, his paranoia running wild as he almost thought an enemy broke into his apartment, not that it would be a first. As he lays back down to sleep, a slight drag against the floor brings the hairs on the back of his neck to life.

He may not have a spider-sense, but he certain knew when someone was watching him. His talons burrow at as the sound patters closer to his bed. With out hesitation, he lunges towards the noise, his hands catching the form of an invisible figure as he rams them into the wall. A yelp with a whiff of vanilla and lavender stops him from ripping the invisible person’s throat out.

“Cariño?…” Miguel whispers as he retracts his claws. A faint whimpering emerges from the solid unseen being in front of him as her body materializes in the moonlight. The lines of her spider suit glowing an ethereal green as her mask disintegrates, revealing her tear stained face.

“What are you doing?” His eyebrows furrow as he looks at her suspiciously, despite knowing that she was the only one he knows wouldn’t hurt him. His mind blurs his confusion and frustration as he steps back to allow her to recover from being slammed into the wall. Certainly there wasn’t a big enough emergency that the beloved residential ray of sunshine would leave her room at The Lobby to break into his dimension, and bedroom to come get him.

“You know better than to use the gizmo to…” His scolding comes to a halt when the young woman hugs his figure, burning her head into his firm chest.

His shirt becomes wet with her tears as she sobs. The realization hits him as she whimpers into his touch.

She had the dream again.

No. She had the memory again.

His arms wrapped around her short frame as he buried his nose into her hair. Her scent filled the hole of sorrow her cries burned into him. As he rubs her back, her cries eventually stopped as she pulls away from him, an apology already waiting on her lips.

“I’m sorry, Miggy…it was really bad this time…” She mutters as she tries wiping her tears away as she forces a shy smile.

She felt ashamed for bothering him. Miguel was a busy man and she could have just stayed in her room at The Lobby, but the screams were too much.

His screams were too much.

Miguel doesn’t respond as he heads over to his dresser, pulling open a drawer. His face remaining emotionless as he retrieves a sweatshirt that sparked her familiarity.

The old gray crew neck sweatshirt with a fraying collar and mysterious stains along the sleeves. The old golden initials of NYU were cracked and picked apart due to many trips in the wash and anxious tendencies. A faint blush appears as she remembers the first time she ever saw that sweatshirt, the memory being one of her favorite…it was the first time she felt so warm since that day…

Miguel attracts her attention again when he rolls up the fabric in his hands and forces the neck over her head. Her hair sticking awkwardly as she peers up at Miguel in awe at how caring he was despite his annoyed expression.

“Brazos arriba, Sunshine.” He whispers as he helps her arms through the sleeves. She blindly follows him like a student being instructed. The taller spider stands back as he raises an eyebrow expectantly.

“I appreciate that you enjoy the suit I made you, mi luz.” Miguel states with a slight teasing smile. “But you probably wanna be more comfortable for bed.”

“Oh yea…” The small spider blushes in embarrassment as she disintegrates her suit back into her gizmo device. A shiver travels up her spine as the cold air on her legs, leaving her almost exposed except for the old sweatshirt.

“Now then,” Miguel sighs as he walks back over to his bed and crawls back under the covers. “I have several meetings in the morning, so I need to sleep.”

The little spider shuffles in her spot for a few moments as Miguel closes his eyes, getting ready to sleep again. With a nail between her teeth, the girl heads for the door to go find the couch when Miguel clears his throat. She turns back to look at him when she sees the covers beside him pulled back. Miguel’s open eye glaring at her as he groans. “It would be a lot easier for me to leave in the morning if you are in here and not in my way.”

A warm smile forms on her face as she excitedly comes into his bed. Miguel’s front facing her as his burgundy gaze burns with false annoyance and exhaustion. Miguel sighs as he feels the smaller being’s weight snuggles into his broad chest as expected.

“Thank you, Miggy.” She whispers. Her eyes peering up at him with gratitude and an emotion that only shines for him, his own secret that he will die to keep to himself.

Miguel rolls his eyes as his eyes meet hers, his warm cheeks hidden by the darkness. “Go to sleep, Cariño. You’re gonna need it for training.”

She giggles as she wraps her arms around his waist like a teddy bear. “Sweet Dreams, mi bonita araña..” She mumbles as she closes her eyes. His warmth fills the coldness of her nightmares as sleep draws her to peaceful breaths. Miguel remains frozen for a few moments as he makes sure she is deep in REM sleep before his gaze softens.

His rapidly beating heart acts as her lullaby as he places a kiss on her crown.

“Sweet dreams, mi vida…” He whispers into her scalp as his arms loom around her, acting as her shield before he slips into a sweet slumber in his light’s embrace.

#miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara #across the spiderverse #spiderman into the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #spiderman #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 x reader

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ponderingmoonlight · 6 months

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Heyyy, i love ur jjk fics so when u posted abt writing for aot i SCREAMED bc ik you'll do it justice 😩❤❤

Do u reckon u could do like a levi post rumbling fic bc i need the confort rn and SO DOES HE I NEED HAPPY LEVI PLSS ❤❤❤🙏🙏🙏

When I tell you I had to write this IMMEDIATELY <3 Please let me know if you like it, this is my first AOT fic EVER

Levi finally getting his happy end with (y/n) after the rumbling

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x fem!reader

Word Count: 2k

Synopsis: When he met you after first stepping a foot at Marley, Levi didn't forget you until the very end. But while he thought you died through the rumbling, he meets you again for his happy end.

Warnings: this is the comfort I needed, I actually had to cry while writing this, not proofread because I wanted to publish this asap

Tags: @sanicsmut begging on my knees, please I hope you like this

You’ve been on his mind ever since he met you on that fateful day at Marley. So gorgeous that he couldn’t take his eyes off you, a smile so sweet it could melt even metal. Yes, you were so different from what he expected to find across that ocean, a truly pleasant surprise to say the least.

“Oh, you are quite small for a grown man!” you commented, giggling so effortlessly that Levi wasn’t able to even react to your rude comment.

“But to be honest, I’m a little small myself. Well, not all of us can be tall, right? Where are you from, stranger?”

“None of your business.”

His voice sounded harsher that anticipated, making your joyful face drop in an instant. Why…Why the hell did it even bother him to see you like that, that sad glow that formed in your eyes?

“I’m not from here”, he added.

“Oh, I see! Don’t worry about it too much, it’s like everywhere else!”

Oh, if you only knew how wrong that statement was.

His eyes landed on your right arm and the star that covered the sleeve of your blouse. Why would you wear such a badge? Upon closer inspection, he noticed your shattered clothing, the hem of your earth coloured dress completely torn.

Before Levi was even able to react two men ran into you, forcefully pushing your body into the dirt of the streets.

“Get out of the way, scum”, one of them hissed towards you.

Anger rose inside his veins immediately. You were just standing there, minding your own business. Why on earth did they push you?

“Watch your step”, his voice suddenly called towards the men.

“Please, it’s alright. Don’t get into trouble because of me.”

And then your hand rested against his shoulders, making his heart beat so loud that Levi swore you could hear it. What was this? Why did your little innocent touch turn him all flustered?

Something about you just seems different. No, despite the fact that it is so wrong, despite being here only for a mission, his mind wanders to you every free second.

Even though you might be dead by now.

“I will leave after tonight”, he announced into darkness, your moonlit features making it hard for him to focus on staying serious.

Your lip began to tremble, glossy eyes darting towards him.

“What? But why do you have to leave? You just arrived…”

“I came here because I have a mission to accomplish, (y/n).”

“But you will return when you’re done, right?”

The hopeful tone in your voice killed him from the inside. Oh, how much he wished he could just take you with him, how much he’d love to have more time with you. But this is simply not possible.

His cold eyes glared at you through the darkness, desperately trying to keep his composure.

“I might never return to this place, (y/n).”

You felt like someone pulled the ground from beneath your feet. Within the last few weeks, you learned that Levi’s hard façade isn’t more than a trick. No, in fact, he carries a character made of pure gold.

You started to like him.

“Then I’ll find you wherever you’ll go.”

And you did. You never missed to write him letters. Levi can’t help but wonder how you did that, your elegant handwriting following him through the darkness of the night, lighting up his mood despite the situation he’s in. Yes, he looked forward hearing from you every single day.

Until the rumbling started.

Until he didn’t receive any letters from you anymore.

It broke his heart, waking up from his coma with all that was on his mind being your stunning smile.

“Did I receive any letters from her?”

“You mean (y/n)? No, not until it all started. She lived in the northern area of Marley so it’s very likely that…”

His heart shattered into a million pieces, dead eyes staring into the distance. Your beautiful smile, that promise you gave him the night before he left. The thought of you getting trampled to death…

“Don’t say it.”

“Hey, maybe she did it somehow. (y/n) is a smart woman. I’m sure she found a way out.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, shitty four-eyes. She’s dead.”

He has seen it all, countless people died in front of his very own eyes. Why would it be different this time? Why shouldn’t you of all people be taken away from him? A little spark of luck, a minor ray of sunshine in this sheer darkness.

He leans back in his wheelchair, darkness consuming him all over again. You deserved so much better, your whole life was still ahead of you. In a world that never wanted you, you always kept your smile as bright as the sun. Despite the fact that they treated you like the dirt underneath their feet, despite how poorly the circumstances were, your smile beamed brighter than anything else.

“What would it give me to burry myself in sadness? I only have this one life, why not making the best of it?”

The best…

“Fuck!” he cries out, slamming a nearby book against the wall in frustration.

Why you? Why out of all the people, you are the one who had to lost her precious life? He never had the chance to tell you how he feels, how you turned his world upside down, that he survived for you.

Dear captain Levi (I love to call you that),

How are you? I hope your mission is going well and that you’ll return soon. I have some exciting news to share with you! After working so much over the last few weeks, I was finally able to buy myself a new dress! Although I wanted to get a white one because I know you love the colour, I bought a dark green one in honour of you. When you come back, we’ll be matching!

I miss you and our conversations late at night. Please tell me you and the others are okay.

In love,

(y/n)

That dark green dress he never got so see, the joy you fuelled inside of him despite being hundreds of miles away from him. God, how much he misses you. How much he fucking misses talking to you through the darkness of the night, to hear from the world through the unwavering veil of your optimism. What would he give to stretch out his hands after you for once, holding you tightly against his chest? It truly kills him from the inside, knowing he will never be able to hold your hand or kiss your lips tenderly, that you’ll never tell him old fairy tales anymore.

You were special. An angel in a world full of devils. Your word alone should have been enough to end every war in the blink of an eye. It definitely was enough to end the war inside himself.

“Captain Levi, will you assist me?”

“Stop calling me that, Onyankopon”, Levi mumbles, silently following the taller man into the heart of the city.

The war made the remaining 20% realize how precious being alive is only after their lives hanging on a thread. While the others carried on with their lives, Levi himself got stuck in this cursed city, the city he last saw you in. Returning to Paradis would mean giving up on you, giving up on the spell you put on him. And he simply can’t take it. Even though the whole town got destroyed by the merciless feet of titans, despite numerous people telling him than no one was able to escape, he always looked out for that dark green dress you described to him.

“Thank you”, a little girl giggles at him, eyes widen at the delicious sight of the lollipop in her hands.

All he can do is stare at the ground in front of her tiny feet with empty eyes. How nice it must be to have something to hold onto in times like these, after losing everything and everyone.

“Hey, can I get another one?”

“Don’t get greedy, young lady!”

That voice, that angelic voice almost reminds him of you. How long has it been since you last spoke to him? So long that the sound of your speech slowly fades in the back of his mind.

But that woman, that woman almost sounds like you. His gaze wanders up her dirty shoes, the hem of her green dress…

A green dress. Dark green, to be exact.

“Levi?”

His eyes widen, his heart stops beating.

No, this can’t be. Is it a dream?

“Levi Ackerman? Is that you?”

His gaze darts towards your face, time stands still. Your facial features, your joyful eyes. It’s you, it has to be you. Without any doubt.

“(y/n)”

He can’t catch his breath, his orbs lingering over your delicate figure, your dark green dress.

That dark green dress.

Before he can stop himself, his eyes get glossy. It is really you. You’re standing in front of him, uninjured, just like you did before.

“Levi!”, you cry out.

In the matter of seconds, you kneel in front of him, hungry arms holding onto his frame for dear life. Oh god, how much you prayed to see that man again, how much you longed to finally be able to hold him in your arms.

“I never gave up hope. I always believed in your abilities and that you’ll return to me someday”, you mutter against his chest, your salty tears soaking through the fabric of his shirt.

“I thought you were dead.”

His voice isn’t more than a fade away whisper, hand running through your soft hair. He always wondered how it would feel against his fingertips. And now you’re here. In his arms, alive.

You are alive.

“I’m fine. I did leave this town just in time because I wanted to see you again. It was a close call, I almost got crushed but…I made it. I couldn’t leave after telling you the fairy tale about the fox and the rabbit, right?”

Silent tears stream down his face like a waterfall while you cry rivers against his chest. His whole life Levi was haunted by loss and grief. As if he was cursed, everyone around him seemed to die in front of his very eyes. Just after letting himself fall, after trusting someone, after gifting them his feelings…They just lost their lives like flies.

But you’re safe and sound, you look just like you did in his memory.

“I love you, (y/n). I should have told you this way sooner and I did all of this just to return to you.”

Your heart sinks in your chest, body overflowing with feelings. Without thinking twice, you press your lips against his scarred ones, letting yourself sink into his lap while your hands hold onto his face for dear life. This man right in front of you, the man who never left your mind, the man who risked his life to save yours. He survived. He survived and came back to you just like you always dreamed of.

“I love you too”, you shriek, smiling at him so widely with tears overflowing in your eyes that you make his world whole again.

“But as you see, I’m not the man you met back then…”, he begins, looking down his disabled body.

You shake your head vehemently, gently taking his hands into yours.

“All I see is the man I love and waited for”, you reply.

You wipe away your tears and a trail of snot in the most unladylike and precious way Levi ever witnessed before standing up and straighten your skirt with trembling hands.

“So now, what do you think? How do you like my now old new dress?” you croak.

You twirl around, making his life complete. This. This is exactly what he fought for, why he never gave up even after Hange dedicated her life. You standing in front of him in that dark green dress, smiling widely after he told you that he loves you.

This is all he ever wanted.

“You look lovely. Absolutely lovely, (y/n)”, he replies.

And for the first time since forever, a genuine smile is formed on his face.

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mrsnegan · 3 months

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Hi, my request: age gap negan smut

Pretty please, I’m taking anything 🙏

I’m obsessed with your work

[This praise makes me blush, thank you so much for reading my fics! 🥰 And I'm so sorry it took so long to write a little something for your request. It's just a drabble, but I hope you like it!]

Pairing: Negan x f!Reader

Warnings: smut, (unspecified) age gap, fingering, (semi) public, dirty talk, mentions of exhibitionism, a bit of softdom!Negan, some body fluids

He peppers your skin with hot kisses, right there, where your neck connects with your collarbone. A rich moan spills from your lips, your fingers mindlessly caressing the hair at the nape of his neck.

You don't even remember how it started, why the two of you are tangled right now, him pressing you against his body as well as against the cold wall of your house. Everyone in Alexandria seems to despise him because of what he has done years prior. Of course you have heard about it, people love to gossip, even in a lovely little town such as Alexandria.

You don't mind, though. His aura, that self-assured smile, the cocky attitude, his experience, it all makes him even more interesting in your eyes. He may have done some fucked up things you absolutely condone, but you live in a fucked up world and people do a lot of fucked up things to survive or keep each other safe.

Negan rips you out of your thoughts when his teeth playfully bite at your skin.

"Stay with me, I'm just starting," he whispers into your neck, his eyes flashing upwards to scan your face. "Wouldn't want you to miss a thing."

His words send a shiver through your body, heat pooling between your legs. You don't know why the age difference makes your little banter even more arousing, but it does. The mere prospect of a man like him between your thighs sets a fire to your core.

One of his hands travels south, groping your breasts through the fabric of your shirt, lovingly teasing your nipples hardening under all the material.

"So responsive," he teases. His hand wanders downwards, gripping the hem of the skirt you're wearing.

For just a heartbeat you contemplate to grip his hand and yank him away from where you want him the most and into the safeness of your home. Though the delicious feeling of his touches, the risk of potentially getting caught even if you're hidden away in the shadows, nobody to be heard or seen nearby, it all drives you insane. So much so you urge him on to touch you by opening your legs further.

"Shit baby, you're needy, aren't you?"

Nodding your head, you pull him in for another messy kiss. "Please Negan," you whimper.

He whistles lowly when his hand moves upwards on your thigh, noticing what special gift you have prepared for him when his fingers don't meet fabric. He breaks the kiss to look into your eyes, pure desire being reflected right back at him.

"No panties, baby? Fucking hell, someone's eager."

"Only for you," you confess, biting your lip playfully.

You watch Negan with shaking breaths when you feel his fingers connecting with your bare pussy.

"Fuck me, you're so damn wet," he marvels, two of his fingers stroking you with featherlight touches, spreading your wetness from your opening towards your clit and back down again.

Shivers run down your spine, cheeks flushed with how easy it is for Negan to turn you on, to get you this wet with only so much effort.

"Need you," you whisper, head dizzy, knees weak.

"Don't worry, I've got you." He smiles at you mischieviously while sinking first one, then two of his fingers into your welcoming heat.

There's no way for you to swallow the moan spilling from your lips, hands flying to Negan's shoulders to anchor yourself.

"Fucking shit, such a tight little pussy", he marvels while his thumb draws lazy circles on your clit, fingers moving slowly. "But you gotta keep quiet, baby, or do you want to give 'em a show?" With his last words, he fucks into you a bit faster, curling his fingers to find the sweet spot which makes you see stars.

"Fuck, you'd like that, wouldn't you? Me fucking you in front of all those uptight asshats, making you come over and over again? Can feel you squeeze my fingers, dirty little girl," he rambles, only inches away from your lips.

Heat licks at your skin, blood boiling hot from how good Negan makes you feel with only his fingers and this foul mouth of his.

"More, please," you choke out between whimpers.

Negan obliges with a sinister grin, withdrawing his fingers to add a third one, setting a fast pace with the first stroke.

"Oh my God," you moan high-pitched, feeling his fingers bump into your g-stop over and over again, the heel of his hand deliciously connecting with your clit.

"Shh, sweet girl," he whispers, "gotta keep quiet." His hand, not occupied with fucking you senseless, finds a home on your mouth, silencing your moans into little whimpers.

"That's better, isn't it?"

You're unable to answer him, hands flying to his forearm, clawing at his muscles because of the immense pleasure. You feel full, so full of him and those are just his fingers.

Legs beginning to shake from the upcoming orgasm he's going to fuck out of you, against the wall of your house, at a back alley hidden only by the shadows of the night, you feel yourself spiraling. You moan into Negan's palm, not even able to stop yourself from drooling all over his hand with how good and stupid he fingers you.

"Look at that. You gonna come like this, stuffed full of my fingers," he whispers into your ear, tenderly biting into your earlope while his hand pumps away between your legs.

"Go on, baby, come all over my hand, c'mon."

His words drive you over the edge with full force. The white-hot pleasure crashes over you, body shaking in his grasp, your screams of pleasure silenced by his hand which is still firmly pressed against your mouth.

"There you go, my sweet girl, fuck, look at you, making a mess," he praises, talking you through it.

When the last tremours of your orgasm travel through your body, he lowers his palm from your mouth and withdrawing his fingers from your core.

Drawing in harsh breaths, you register that both his hands are drenched from you, one from your salvia, the other from your orgasm.

"Shit, my girl's a wet one."

His girl. Your heart hammers in your chest, not only from your earth-shattering orgasm. You wipe your mouth, searching Negan's lips for a sensual kiss.

"Shut up, Negan." You slap his arm playfully, a breathless laugh escaping you. Taking his hand, you take some wobbly steps to the porch of your house. "Come inside."

"Oh baby, if you insist," he answers with a sinister smirk, following you into your house.

#jeffrey dean morgan #negan #negan x reader #negan smut

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taurussbabe · 1 year

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Bejeweled

a/n: posting two charles fics in one day? Who am I?😲😛 Hope you like it, this one was so much fun to write. Please request more song related fics 🙏

word count: 1.3k

You hated it. You hated how much control he had over your life. You hated how he would always leave after one fight and always blame you for his attitudes. You hated it all and you were done with it. This time, you had fought over how he forgot your birthday. He forgot it and still blamed it on him because you didn’t remind him, and after that, he left, not saying a word, and so did you. You decided you wouldn’t put up with him anymore, so you packet everything you had at his apartment, it was not much anyway, and left him, everything behind.

You also decided you wouldn’t spend your birthday alone, crying over a guy, so you silently thanked the universe because in that moment a friend texted you asking you if you wanted to go out. Not even thinking twice, you immediately said yes.

You searched your whole closet for the perfect dress, and you found it. It was perfect, short, but still decent, all sparkly. You friend had told she and some other friends would come pick you up, and so it was.

You got a call letting you know they were downstairs and headed out the door.

“Hi, happy birthday” you heard your friends chant practically at the same time.

You thanked everyone and got in the car. It wasn’t a big ride and the company was enjoyable, so you didn’t even realize when you got to the club they were bringing you to. It was one of the most luxurious clubs in Monaco, you honestly didn’t know how they’d manage to get in there, but you weren’t in the mood to question that anyway.

“oh my god, don’t freak out, but there are f1 drivers in here” you could hear one of your friends say. You didn’t pay much attention to it, you weren’t a big fan of f1 anyways, you didn’t even know who they were.

One of your friends suggested that you went dancing and that’s you all did. That was until you were thirsty so decided to head to the bar to get a drink. The bar was a bit far from the dance floor, which was good, because there was less noise.

“Tequila please” you asked the bartender

“what’s a lady so pretty doing drinking tequila alone?” you heard a man ask you. You turn around to tell him that it was none of his business, you really weren’t in the mood today, but his friend was quicker that you

“I’m sorry for my friend, he has had a bit to much to drink tonight” he apologized

“it’s okay” you simply answered, but there was something in his eyes, making it impossible form you to look away, until you realized that it was probably weird so you made the almost impossible decision to look away and instead stare at your drink

“I don’t mean to overstep, but are you okay?” he asked softly, taking the seat next to you, his friend long forgotten now, he had an accent, so you could tell, he was definitely not a native English speaker.

“Yeah, I’m fine” you answered softly as well “are you?”

“What?”

“Well, normally, someone who asks if someone is kay, want to be asked that” he let out a chuckle at your answer and you could swear your heart skipped a beat hearing the sound

“I am, but thank you for asking” he looked at you as you drank your tequila “Are you from here?”

“hm, no, I’m just studying here. What about you?”

“Born and raised” the stranger in front in front of you said

“Not to be intrusive, but do you got a man?” he asked

“I don’t” you replied and he smiled

“Good” he said

The conversation kept going for what felt like such short time, you even went back to the dance floor and danced together, but soon enough you found yourself realizing it was later than you thought

“It was nice meeting you stranger” you said but he softly pulls your arm before you could leave

“Look, I usually don’t do this, but do you think that you maybe want to, I don’t know, take this to my apartment, it’s totally okay if you don’t, just-”

“I would love to” you cut him off

You quickly texted your friends saying you were leaving so they wouldn’t be worried

You woke up in a bed that wasn’t yours, in a room that also wasn’t yours. You felt an arm draped around your waist and someone’s breathing on your neck.

Panick took over you until memories of last night came rushing back, after the club, you and the mysterious stranger had gone to his apartment

You looked under the duvet, silently praying that you had nay clothes on you, you hadn’t. you blamed alcohol because you would never do something like this normally, you reach for your phone, messages of happy birthday still unread popped up on the notifications.

Silently leaving the bed, you put on your clothes, leaving his room. You looked at the beautiful stranger still sleeping peacefully, and ‘damn, it’s hard to leave this sight’ you thought, but you had to

A few weeks had gone by, you were with your friend, who had dragged you to watch the Monaco grand prix, she had extra tickets and insisted you went. Your body might have been there but your mind was thinking about a certain Monegasque you couldn’t stop thinking about, you didn’t even know his name and you ere starting to regret your decision of leaving that room that morning.

“I swear I don’t know how you have access to the most private clubs and have grand prix tickets” one of your friends commented

“I have my ways” the girl answered which made you all laugh

“Who is that?” you asked pointing at the poster in front of you

“Really? I know you didn’t just ask that” one of your friends commented

“Why?”

“That’s Charles Leclerc, y/n, he is Monegasque, this is his home grand prix, Ferrari’s golden boy. How can you not know?” she spoke and realization washed over you, your mystery man was Charles Leclerc, a f1 driver, how did you not recognize him? Maybe because you don’t know any f1 drivers

You watched the whole race very carefully, always spotting his car. And watched as he went on podium from winning, according to your friends this was the first time he had managed to win his home grand prix. You noticed how his face changed when he looked at the people around and saw you, his face immediately showing confusedness. You turn around, not knowing what to do, you didn’t even know how he felt about you leaving in the morning. To him, you were probably just another one-night thing, he probably didn’t even mind you leaving that day.

Your friends had gone to the bathrooms but you didn’t need to, so you stayed outside

“Hey” you heard a voice from behind, the same Monegasque accent from the other night

You turned around to face him “Charles” you said softly, not even intending to do so

“See, now you know my name and I don’t know yours, I don’t think that’s fair”

You chuckle and extended a hand to him “Y/n”

“Very nice to formally meet you Y/n” he accepted your handshake but didn’t fully let go of your hand afterwards “Why did you left that morning?”

“I don’t know, I’m sorry, I was confused” you said apologetically

“I forgive you…If you accept to go on a date with me tonight?”

“Wait, you want to go out ?”

“Yes, I mean, if you want to” he scratched the back of his head “Y/n, you’re the only thing on my mind these last few weeks”

“Well, I’d love to” you said “And for the record, you’ve been on my mind the last weeks too”

A smile grew on his face “So, are you free tonight?” he asked

“Tonight? Shouldn’t you be celebrating you win tonight?”

“And what better way to celebrate? Can I have your number?” he asked reaching for his phone

“Yeah, sure”

One of his crew members called him and he softly kissed your cheek before leaving

Turns out, that was a birthday you would never forget

#charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc drabble #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc x y/n #Spotify #taurussbabe

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ticklygiggles · 9 months

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hii! for the drabble event, could you please do a reader x scaramouche (genshin) one for me please 🙏 romantic one! thank you so much if you do it!💕💕

[You & I Event - entries closed!]

A/N: first drabble (that turned into a fic skskdk), from this event! I hope you enjoy this! I love Scara so so much I'm dying dkfkfkg

This was highly inspired by that event where Nahida forces Scaramouche to study in the Akademiya and that she'll personally revise his thesis!

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Rumor has it that the new Vahumana scholar was dating someone.

Everyone at the Six Darshans knew about the new student: Hat Guy—ah, no, Scaramouche.

Men and women were crazy about his handsome face and his terrifying intelligence. Scaramouche could write up to three essays of many several pages in a single day on extremely complex topics that even Vahumana's seniors were not able to fully understand.

He was a reserved person and limited himself to speaking only when necessary. He was constantly seen in the library with his nose buried in a book. He wasn't sociable, and his humor wasn't the brightest, so when rumors of Scaramouche having found a mate began to roam the halls of Vahumana, everyone was curious as to who had stolen such a complex person’s heart.

Were they a student from the Akademiya too? Were they in the same classes as him? Was it a man or a woman?

They all wanted to know the truth behind all these rumors, but there was no way in all Teyvat that any of them would dare ask Scaramouche directly. So the rumor that Scaramouche was seeing someone would remain a mystery to everyone.

But of course, there was someone who knew all about it.

"Ugh, would you stop staring at me? I'm trying to focus here, you're being annoying."

You giggled, looking back at your own book. Scaramouche's mysterious partner was no other but you. One more student of Vahumana who was lucky enough to catch the attention of someone like Hat Guy. It would be a lie if you said that you had not fallen for him long before your classmates relationship turned into a romantic one, but to think Scaramouche would also feel attracted to you… well, that was something you were not expecting.

"You're doing it again!"

You laughed, "I'm sorry," you said, smiling brightly. "You're just so pretty, I can't help but stare."

Scaramouche made a face that had you laughing again.

"You're so weird, why am I even dating you?"

"Because I have a great personality and I love you nicely?"

Scaramouche huffed, but by the pink hue appearing over his ears it was more than evident that you were right.

"Let me finish my thesis," he mumbled shyly.

Your boyfriend was not hard to love, he was actually quite easy to read for you. You could know what he wanted and needed at any time because, even though he had a big brain for school work, he was terrible at expressing his own feelings, good thing he had you.

"I think we should take a break."

"Not now."

"You are tired though," you said, closing your book. "And perhaps a little hungry, and maybe also thirsty?" You watched with great pleasure as Scaramouche's pencil halted for a second before he continued to scribble here and there, you smirked. "Maybe also… in need of cuddles?"

"I have to finish this thesis soon," he growled, completely avoiding your eyes and clearing his throat. "You can go and eat and drink and… whatever you want to do, by yourself.”

You chuckled. His painfully shy personality towards you always warmed your heart. He truly was not hard to love, on the contrary, you knew, even though he was still reluctant to tell you about his past, that he needed love. So desperately so, if you dared to say. And you thanked the Dendro Archon in every chance you had for his existence.

But he didn’t need to know that, you thought, his face would probably explode if you dared to tell him about your little prayers.

You giggled, leaning in closer to him, arms touching. “I’d be very bored if you’re not there with me, though,” you said, blushing yourself when his ears turned red. “I also think that you should rest. We’ve been working nonstop since morning, isn’t it dark outside already?”

Scaramouche turned his head to look outside the window. It was indeed dark already.

“... I have to finish,” he insisted and you rolled your eyes fondly.

“You can finish,” you said, hugging his arm and expecting him to push you away but he didn’t. “I will help you as much as I can and as much as you allow me, but we need to take a break, otherwise you’re going to tire yourself and you will not be able to work, hmm?”

Scaramouche wasn’t writing anymore, he was listening to you carefully, his fair cheeks glowing beautifully red, you resisted the urge to kiss them.

“Or should I make you take a rest?”

He perked a little at that and he finally turned to look at you. His eyebrows furrowed slightly, trying to appear intimidating to you, but all you wanted to do was kiss him.

“What- What do you mean?” He said, cautious and just slightly nervous.

“I don’t know, I have my methods,” you said, shrugging. “Unless you decide to take a rest, that is.”

Scaramouche looked at you intently, his eyes jumping from left to right, staring at your own orbs. His lips were slightly pursed in thought and his eyebrows almost touched in the middle from how hard he was frowning. You smiled brightly at him, making him jump slightly and turn his head back to his thesis.

“I can’t. Let me work.”

You were not expecting him to agree and you could only giggle, leaning your head against his shoulder. It had to be the hard way, huh? Well, that was what he asked for.

Silence reigned in the room once more. The sound of Scaramouche's book pages and his pencil writing rapidly seemed to echo against the walls of your room. It was a soft, relaxing sound, you felt like you could fall asleep at any moment, but no. None of you could sleep for now. Scaramouche seemed to be relaxed, his features had turned to his usual color and he seemed to lean in closer to you.

This was the perfect chance.

The jacket of his casual attire had fallen a bit off his shoulder because of you hugging his arm, so shifting a little, you placed a tender kiss to his bare skin. He shuddered slightly and made a little sound deep in his throat when you kissed his shoulder one more time and another and another.

“Stop, I can’t focus if you’re- haah, w-wait, I- ahahahaha! Gehehet your hahahands ohohoff!”

Success! Between tender kisses that made his skin prickle with goosebumps, Scaramouche had failed to notice both your hands sneaking under his arm, fingers wiggling against his armpit, tickling him nicely. He had also failed to try to hold his laugh back, and now that sweet sound filled your ears making you smile brightly.

"Stahahap tihihihis instahahant!"

"Sure thing! Tell me, are we going to eat first or just walk around for a bit?"

Scaramouche shook his head and he tried to talk, but his words got lost between his loud cackles. Ah, how could he be so ticklish, you wondered. He simply didn't look like the ticklish type, but there he was cackling with his head thrown back as he tried to squirm away from you.

"You can't talk? Does it tickle too badly?" Scaramouche nodded. "I'm just tickling one armpit, though, should I get the other one?"

"NOAHAHAHA!"

"Ah! So you can talk, silly boyfriend of mine!" You said playfully, your fingers unstoppable. "Tell me, are we going to continue working like this?"

Even though he was nearly laughing his head off, Scaramouche stubbornly refused to let you win this, but that was okay, you were not one to give up either.

Smirking against his shoulder, one of your hands pulled out from under his arm and quickly sneaked under the leg of his shorts, your fingers easily finding that tender spot that always drove him up the wall.

"OKAHAHAY!" Scaramouche shrieked, his knees hitting against the desk when he brought them up. "Fine! FIHIHINE! Nohohot thehehere, PLEHEHEASE!"

You giggled, your cheeks pink. "So are we going to-

"EHEHEHAHT! Wehehehe'll eat fihihirst!"

"Very well!"

As quickly and surprisingly your attack had started, it finished, causing Scaramouche to collapse against his chair, giggling softly and twitching a little. You grinned, leaning to kiss his flushed cheek.

"Hmm, what would you like to eat? I kind of want-" You couldn't finish, all words got sealed in your mouth when Scaramouche pressed his lips against yours, giving you a tender kiss that made you feel like you had reached Celestia.

You cupped his cheeks and he shyly wrapped his arms around waist as he kissed you and kissed you and kissed you.

When you both pulled apart, breathless and flushed, your eyes met and a giggle made its way out from your lips, making him smile softly.

"Maybe we should do the cuddling first."

"Hmph," he said, closing his eyes. "If that is what you want, I guess it's okay."

You chuckled. Ah, he was so easy to love and you were so lucky to be loved back by him.

#genshin impact #genshin impact tickling #scaramouche x Reader #wanderer x Reader #ticklish!scaramouche #you & i event #mia's things #mia's fics #tickle fic

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askew-d · 1 month

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Can I ask, who are your top favorite romantic couples (can be canon or non canon) of all time from any media? Why you love them? Thx :D

here i go with another grand list that i was very happy to write! i’m in love with these asks, really. i’ll mention all of them, but at first i was in doubt if i could include one that isn’t ‘canon’, but rather rpf. either way, i added bonus couples for good reasoning! let’s go.

1. wangxian (lan wangji x wei wuxian), from mo dao zu shi — they are THE moment, they are THE couple, they are THE goals. who ever could have imagined someone would come up and write a troublemaker who falls into demonic arts and gets reincarnated to fight together with a sucker-for-rules expressionless man and make it work? they fit into any au as well, this fandom rocks. my lovely cultivators!

2. kagehina (kageyama tobio x hinata shouyou), from haikyuu!! — i dont even play volleyball. i dont even like sports! why do i love this anime and this duo specifically so much? they are so passionate about their hobbies, the rivalry and frenemy relationship? the POTENTIAL. the STORY they have. the "someone better will come and find you" promise. sheer beauty. they are silly and fresh and cute and i dont think i'll ever get tired of it.

3. yizhan (wang yibo x xiao zhan), from the untamed cast rpf — i know all the problematics about writing real person fiction. i KNOW, okay?? but people, let me like them and support them in peace?? 😔 i have so much love for these men, and its overall hella fun following their life unfold, even if they are not working together anymore. nonetheless, they are my dose of serotonin when i need it.

4. daiharu (kambe daisuke x katou haru), from fugou keiji: balance unlimited — i will not scream for a seson 2 here. i will scream for more FICS of them here! there ain't enough! its not even about the 'sugar daddy' appeal, its more about the 'partners in (solving) crime' appeal. oh and also the 'i hate you you arrogant prick but i WILL do anything for you' part. everything and every detail of this show.... seriously though: gold.

5. hilson (gregory house x james wilson), from house m.d — oh, my sweet stupid and repressed doctors, i would do unspeakable things for you. wilson has been through every hard moment of house's life. you can name them, he's been there. through every ridiculous situation of his too. it is overwhelming, honestly. the ending couldn't have been more reasonable and fitting for them, in my opinion.

6. hannigram (hannibal lecter x will graham), from hannibal — this gif alone of them with scratches and smiling conspiratorily to each other sums up their entire dynamic. they're toxic and no one's doing it like them. like, yeah, no shit, who would even dare, right? murder husbands can do anything and eat the rude as much as they want, i will be sipping on my drink and watching intently. (man truly looked at this detective he framed for murder and said he would remember their moment together forever??? just dont throw him in jail then???)

7. shiguang (lu guang x cheng xiaoshi), from link click — these pretty boys traveling through time invented the concept of yearning, and i will not explain more to not give season 2 spoilers. i fell in love with them as soon as i saw the first shot of the anime. it doesnt help that they have the same dynamic as wangxian, too. cheng xiaoshi, my beloved, you would never do anything to harm anyone (not purposefully) and i (as well as lu guang) worship you 🙏

8. renga (hasegawa langa x kyan reki), from sk8: the infinity — let's be true tho, can they never do a sports anime without pulling up homosexuals?? not that im complaining at all. please continue, in fact. every couple in this story is valid (adam does not exist), and i love this spirited, young concept of redescovering the beauty of a hobbie. lovely, all of them, but most specially my langa and his admiration for reki. their dynamic has no complications, its just so sweet.

9. moshang (mobei jun x shang qinghua), from the scum villain self-saving system — i will not share a pic of moshang official art because i find shang qinghua appearence too much childlike and annoying, meanwhile i find him much more interesting in the book and fanarts. in any case, i love this couple more than the main couple simply because our airplane-bro can make everything so hilarious. there are fics of them out there which are peak entertainment (check this one!). mobei's tsundere attitude and shang qinghua's shamelessness are a great combo.

10. hualing (hua cheng x xie lian), from heaven official’s blessing — the longing is unbearable. hua cheng loves this man so much, for real. waiting 800 fucking years?? being his most devoted believer? can you believe the audacity?? my man, though he has low self-steem, does anything to protect his god. he doesnt care about any realm. he only cares for xie lian, his dear god. they are the cutest couple.

bonus: aziracrow, johnlock, tododeku, victuuri, blackbonnet, mafuyama, redblue (from this is how you lose the time war).

these are my favorite ships ever! they are what i scream about alternatively, and when i say so, i'm not joking. one week i'm freaking out over new link click content and in the other one i'm reviewing house m.d episodes. my life's a circle with my favorite ships in it and i ain't regretting anything.

thank you for asking, by the way! big hugs! 🤍

#bjyx #yizhan #hualin #moshang #renga #shiguang #link click #hannigram #murder husbands #daiharu #kagehina #hilson #wangxian #mdzs #couples #lgbtqia

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viiiiiiiiiin · 2 months

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Hi it me again the anon that request Akainu x sweet reader. I really like the fic it was really good 💕❤💗 thank you so much vix!!!!🙏🙏😊😊😊😊🤩💕❤💗❤❤💗💗💕😍🥰🥰🥰. Iam allowed to request again? If I am can I please request son! Reader x akainu? The reader can have any personlity you prefer! But can reader snd akainu have a good relationship?

Thanks so much 💕💗❤

Fleetling: Akainu and Son!Reader

Includes: Akainu , Male Reader , Marines.

A / N: Ofc ! Anyone can request multiple times !! I don't mind writing for people !! I wrote 2 little scenarios I hope you enjoy:3

"Keep your elbows up , boy !" A stern voice shouted as he raised his fist towards your blade.

"Come on , dad ! We've been training for hours !! I'm tired !!" You complained , pulling your strained arms downwards and letting your sword tip hit the ground. The man in question sighed and shook his head. He put his hand down and moved it to cross his arms.

"Fine. Go take a break and deliver those papers to my office once you're done." He spoke , walking over to you and placing his large hand on your head. You smiled and dropped the sword from sheer exhaustion.

You let go of him and picked up your weapon. After sheathing it , you attached it back to your waist. By the time you finished , your father had already left. You stuck your tongue out towards the door and walked lazily over to it.

Some marines were coming in , so they held the door open for you. "Hey , Reader ! He got you training again ?" One of the men asked , causing the other 2 next to him to turn in your direction. You groaned and rolled your shoulders.

"Hes workin' me to death !" You complained , moving to lean against the wall. "Well , you're hos only son. You gotta be strong so you can take his place ! You're already an Admiral , so you can only get better from there." The man to the left commented , smiling softly at you. You sighed and nodded.

"I know , I know." You shook your head and walked out behind the marines , starting the long walk to your room. On your way , you were greeted by other marines and such. You even stopped to speak to Vice Admiral Garp for a bit. Now , you had a large bump on your head because you told him about the latest argument with your father.

You walked towards a large , white door with golden writing next to the door. The writing read as 'Epithet Reader' with more large words that read: 'ADMIRAL'. Your room. Your haven. You smiled happily and walked into your room , the harsh light from the blinds burning your eyes. You breathed in the smell of your freshly cleaned room and stumbled over to your bed.

As soon as you placed your sword down and took your shoes off , you flopped onto the bed. You just . . Laid there , trying to fall asleep. Your bones ached violently and your head was pounding. Being an Admiral wasn't easy.

After what seemed to be forever , a stern knock was heard. You knew immediately who it was. You forced yourself to turn over and strained a response. "Come in." At your words , someone walked in. That someone was the Fleet Admiral himself , Akainu.

Your father brought a basket over to your bed and placed it down. He sat down on your office chair and crossed his legs. "You've been working hard , Reader." He spoke calmly , closing his eyes and relaxing in your presence.

You looked at the basket and opened it. The basket contained some of your favorite foods and treats ! Your eyes lit up and you sat up immediately , ignoring the pain your body felt.

"I'm proud of you , son." Though those words didn't seem like much to most , it meant the world to you. You placed the basket down as your eyes teared up. You threw yourself on your father and hugged him tightly.

"Thank you , father. I plan to keep working hard." He awkwardly patted your back and gently removed your body from his. "Now go shower. You smell like Borsalino's breath." He rolled his eyes and stood up from the chair. You laughed and winked.

"At least I'm dressed better." You remarked as you threw your Admiral coat off your shoulders. "Debatable." Akainu retorted. You gasped and feigned a hurt expression.

"I'm hurt , dad !" You flopped onto your bed dramatically and laughed. He smirked and shook his head. "I have a mission for you tomorrow , so I need you to be prepared." He said as he walked towards the door.

"I'm always prepared." You spoke confidently. You smiled and let out a light chuckle , as did he. As he left , you gathered your clothes and made your way to the Admiral Bathhouse to clean yourself.

"Jeez ! That was ROUGH." You groaned , locking the cage to the cell inside of your ship. You were sent to capture a rowdy group of pirates who tried to invade a marine island. Which one ? You didn't even remember.

You closed the door to the jail room and made your way towards your office. "Admiral Reader !" 2 marines shouted as they approached you. You turned to them and raised an eyebrow. "Yes ?"

"Fleet Admiral Sakazuki is on the transponder snail and he is asking to speak to you !" The 1 on the left spoke , holding out the snail in question. You picked the snail from his hand and made your way towards your office.

"Whats up , dad ?" You said smoothly , closing the door and moving to take a seat on your slightly worn down chair. You heard some rustling from the other side and the all too familiar voice peaked up.

"How did it go ?" Sakazuki asked , causing you to smile widely. "Really well ! We captured the whole group , like you asked." You braged. Everytime you came back from missions , you made sure to tell your father so he was proud of you.

"Good. And the island ?" He questioned once again. You sighed and shook your head a bit. "It's fine. There were casualties , but we took care of them and limited the amount significantly." You answered , putting your elbow on the table. As you did that , you put your head on your hand.

"Excellent. Good job , son." Akainu spoke calmly. Unbeknownst to you , he was smiling. He was happy his son was okay. "What is your estimated arrival time ?" He continued.

"Around an hour. The ship had some damages and had to be repaired." You moved to lean back in your seat and sighed in content. "I see. Well , we are having a meeting with the warlords in a couple of hours so arrive as quickly as you can."

You stared at the snail for a minute and inwardly groaned. "Again ? We had one a week ago !" You complained , stretching your limbs. "It's regarding the troublesome pirate from Marineford. Strawhat Luffy and his crew." He didn't bother listening to your complaints. You knew you had to go anyways , so there was truly no point.

"That kid again ? I thought he had disappeared." You said , a bit shocked after realizing what he said. You were there during the war. You still had a massive scar from Whitebeard himself. Thinking of him made you slightly angry.

"He hadn't. He's at Dressrosa as we speak. I've sent Fujitora , but he may need backup. You know how that stubborn fool is." You knew of your father's little situation with Fujitora. They both had 2 different senses of justice , so they would often butt heads. You shook your head again and readjusted the coat around your shoulders.

"Shouldn't Doflamingo be handling him ?" You inquired , remembering the Heavenly Demon. At the sound of his name , you shivered. That bastard always creeped you out.

You father sighed and you could hear the anger in his tone. "SHOULD be. That kid is something else."

After the call , you arrived back at the base. After turning in the pirates , you made your way to your father's office. You knocked and almost immediately got ushered in.

"Son. I need you to listen to me." The smell of smoke filled the room , burning your nose. The smell was all too familiar , but that didn't mean you enjoyed it. "What's up ?"

"You are going to have to set out to Dressrosa today." He crossed his arms on the table and stared at you with a look that you couldn't read. "What ? I just got back." You raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms as well.

"Plans have changed. I trust you to handle this assignment." Having Akainu's trust was no easy task. Especially for his kids. You had it , which meant the world to you. You had the harsh man's trust.

"Count on me , father." You spoke , turning on your heel to leave the room. "I will. Make me proud."

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tomato-fendo-writes · 20 days

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Fun Fax: OLM Chapter 14

hit a LOT of roadblocks with this chapter for both personal (see last bullet point) and poor planning reasons, like the amount of false starts i had with this chapter was insane hsdjkf. first it was gonna start with a Lee pov, then Jin, then i had to go back to Kaz. i was gonna show the scene with kaz accidentally kicking Jin’s hand, and that snippet is still tucked away in my misc doc. i was gonna have Jin be awake when Kaz came to see him, then sleeping, then no, awake- oh my gosh someone please help me 😭

the thing with animals loving Jin and vice versa was a headcanon i saw floating around somewhere i think, but it makes total sense to me. his mom loved nature so much she could hardly cook from the stress of ecological impact, it makes sense that she would pass that love and adoration down to Jin. trying hard to make Jin a lot more layered and have a lot of softer parts, im having a lot of fun with it!

i was gonna have Jin get sick from being out in the rain at Kazuya’s behest, to follow up with that tiny thread from before, but it felt unneeded and illness from being in the rain is more of a myth anyway, so i changed direction to something a little more up in the air

ngl Kaz wearing his gloves in this scene was purely so i could have him temp check with his cheek, let me live

once i actually got things moving in this chapter, i was grinning like a fool through a lot of it. softening Kazuya with time is an art and while i pray im doing it well enough, it makes my face go red sometimes :'D

the line "... Kazuya just wished that he had something to chuck at the man's head that didn't require ripping a sconce out of the wall," originally went "... that didn't require prying his own shoe off," and its was SO funny to me, but as a japanese man especially, i felt that he would definitely not be wearing shoes indoors shdjffd. tragic, but the image of his ripping a light fixture from the wall to throw at lee is also very funny

most importantly in this round of FF, around the time of writing this chapter, my old karate sensei passed away. he was someone i cared for a lot, and his teachings and the effect he had on me personally are probably something i will never truly quantify. as you know from other fun fax, i draw quite a lot from my own experiences in karate, and how i remember him teaching me and my fellow students. fair to say, his passing has had quite an effect on this project and my writing in general, and i stared at what felt like a blank slate for ages before powering through the mess this chapter felt to be. i will miss him dearly, and half of this fic (and my life) would not be anywhere near as easy without his help - thank you sensei, for far more than i can say 🙏

#tomato talks #fun fax #one last miracle

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sauronpilled · 18 days

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for the ask game: sauron + 3, 13 and 22 <3

AHHH HIIII HARA !!! 🙏❤

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

i'm going to be honest. i don't think i have any "least favorite canon thing" about sauron. he's a very well written villain with flaws and soul. like, okay, tolkien i see the vision.

13. What's an emoji, an emoticon and/or any symbol that reminds you of this character or you think the character would use a lot?

🩸💥💢 - this is the emoji i like to associate him with. red like his hair and his uncontrollable bloodlust <333

💘💝💋💌💖💞💗💓💕💔❣🖤💫💣 - THIS is the emoji sauron would use #tome. i just know it in my soul that he love hearts emoji, while tweeting or posting the shadiest shit about someone. like- just straight up mean shit 😭😭😭 he DON'T HOLD BACK. if he has a priv he's the kind of mutual that would openly talk shit about you.

22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to ths character? Something you don't like?

OOF good question. i'm going to list my top three that i like and i hate when it comes to sauron in fanfic. starting with what i like :

1) i love it when author present sauron as this ancient spirit that has a strong allegory to fallen angel. like they don't even hide it, because that's what he is and melkor inspired by!!! it just feels right when i see him characterized like that. it also add to this creepy factor where you know- that this creachure is evil- and YET- he dress himself in light. there's something uncanny about that. it's like he's a shadow of what he used to be. BONUS : when it's written from his perspective and he curiously thinking about how fragile everyone is,,,, oooh so good.

2) that he has a genuine connection with the characters he paired with ( romantically or platonically ). it's so SO GOOD. i don't like it when villains are spiteful with no substance. i find it so much more interesting if author intepret sauron as someone that yearn to bond. when i think about the valar, maia, and ainur, i like to base them off from most folklores where spirits can still have attachment towards (im)mortal beings. sauron may be hateful but he can still appreciate and adore the elves and men of Eru.

3) there's a balance between sauron the cruel and sauron-that-believe-he-Did-The-Right-Thing. OOOOOH when the author hit this perfectly, i did a little dance. i just love it when author emphasize sauron's tragedy with his own blinding pride. he is capable of kindness, but his belief deny him of this. once in a while he would show fondness to the children of Eru- BUT- his hatred would take over that light in his heart. so basically more sauron inner struggle.

NOW FOR THE THINGS I dislike :

1) when he's so.. humanized. as in his character doesn't feel like this creepy spirit that haunt the entire middle earth lmao. this is purely my personal opinion, but i want to be unsettled when i read his pov. i don't like it when he talk like a common man or think like a common man.

2) when the author write him as TOO nice. unless it's an au, i could never continue a fic where he's being so out of characterly sweet. he need a little sprinkle of darkness there. PLEASE.

basically that's it. lotr writers are so talented i could barely think of another point 😭 the good outweight the bad.

#ask #THANK YOU SM FOR THIS ASK #will be sending one for u next >:)#okay this is longer than i imagined #SORRY FOR THE ESSAYS #the silmarillion #the silm #silmarillion #lord of the rings #lotr #sauron #mairon #annatar #tar mairon

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miss-atena · 1 month

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PLS.. KILL LILIA. MAKE HIM SUFFER IN THE AFTERMATH OF BOOK SEVEN. MAKE HIM BED RIDDEN AND DIE SLOWLY. I CRAVE ANGST. MAKE HIS SONS BE SAD TOO. PLEASE.

ok I’ll get into actual details.. ermm could u pls make a lil fic on Lilia basically DYING still after everyone wakes up and Malleus is out of his OB form?? :33 And also make Malleus feel pretty guilty too for extra angst!! :3333 Actually MAKE ALL LILIA’S SONS GUILTY IF YA CAN 🙏🙏 I just need angst dude .. AND PLS MAKE LILIA ACTUALLY DIE AT THE END!! /NF!!

EHEHEHHEHE. I'm so sorry for putting off on my Requests, I've been doing a bunch of stuff, and I've barely been able to keep my head on my shoulders and think straight. HOWEVER i'm trying to get back to writing slowly.

PS: as it was not requested, this is not a pairing. Also GN Yuu's POV.

TW: BOOK 7 SPOILERS, Main Character's Death, Angst with no Comfort, Vague death description, Grief (and a lot on that)

Diasomnia Angst - Death of a Hero

It all seemed well. The thorns that involved the island had retreated into the ground, as soon as Malleus fell unconscious after his Overblot. The battle was exhaustive, everyone barely keeping up, but we won. That's what matters, right? Everyone is here, fine and well. Me, Grim, Ace, Deuce... We are all well. The Diasomnia Students, much like all students, don't have life-threatening wounds, as it seems. So why... Why is the smell of blood lingering in the air? It took a while for all of us to notice it, at first. As we all know by now, Lilia is great at hiding his hurt through a boyish smile. And that is what everyone saw, the boyish comforting smile of the man who knows no end to his pain. It took him way too long to show his miseries of the past, but this one, oh, this one came crawling up way quicker.

Silver was there to catch him when he fell unconscious, Lilia had a deep, horrible gash on his abdomen. It revealed past scars, but the way the blood fell around his limp body, it showed us what we did not want to know and hear. It was me, Sebek, and Silver who took both Malleus and Lilia to the infirmary. They knew the procedure for Malleus' case, although his overblot was tougher than any other. But Lilia... The Nurse and Professor Crewel said - no, they didn't say, they promised us- they would do whatever they could to keep him alive.

It took 2 days. Two days for the news to break. I wasn't there when they told them, but I heard what happened from another Diasomnia student in my class: Silver's head dipped down, and he broke crying, while Sebek yelled they didn't do enough. That they could've done something and they didn't. That they lied to them. Malleus was already back on his feet by that time, and at that, he didn't say anything but wished that the body was sent to the castle at Briar Valley. That day, when I found Sebek, I hugged him. I never clung so hard to someone in my life, like how I did with Sebek. And I said how sorry I was, and how I wished I could've done more. Sebek stood still before he muttered meaningless apologies. He said, "I'm sorry for failing Master Lilia.", "I'm sorry that I wasn't stronger to help Silver and Master Lilia" and even "I'm sorry, it's all my fault." Professor Crewel saw us and said we would have the day off. Sebek and I went to the Diasomnia Dorm that afternoon and started packing Lilia's things with Silver. Silver usually stayed calm and collected around others, and was a voice of reason among the three of us, but at that moment, I didn't see him as the retained or Malleus, or as one of the heroes of the Sage Island. No, I saw him as a boy. A Boy who just lost his father.

That night, I waited patiently for Hornton to visit my dorm. He usually wasn't late, but that night, it seemed like thousands of days passed before he arrived. When I saw him, he looked oddly calm. He sat down on the porch by my side and told me the stories he lived with Lilia or the ones he heard from him. It was like a child. I could do nothing but hug him, and at that moment, he said how sorry he was, that the only thing he wanted was to keep everyone safe with him, and how he failed. He said "I know that if he heard me like this, he would giggle and brush it off as if it was nothing. He would tell me to not get stuck on what I failed to do but to focus on what I must proceed doing afterwards. But... I can't. I can't remember and think this without knowing what I did." Malleus seemed to feel the weight of the world on his shoulders and yet... He opened up to me, nothing but a human from another world. "Please," he said " I beg of you, to not forgive me for the crimes I did. I am not worthy of forgiveness if I wasn't able to save the one that raised me before anyone else." I couldn't do anything but Hug him harder, and try muttering how much it mattered that he deserved forgiveness. I think we stayed out there for way longer than usual because Sebek, Silver, and Grim came to meet us. Malleus only managed to look at Sebek and Silver before he kneeled down and said the same he did to me. Sebek and Silver looked at each other, and we all hugged Malleus, crying. Even Grim joined.

I know it will take a while for everyone to be able to go back to normal if we even do that. But I hope somewhere, in the Underworld, Lilia will think and protect us. The Ghosts of the dorm said that if we got lucky, Lilia's ghost could visit us. I don't think that was what we needed to hear, but... it is a start.

Hope you enjoy this! It was very different from what I usually write, but I worked hard on it.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #tena writing #thanks for the request!#vanrouge13 #lilia vanrouge #twst lilia #tw death #tw grief #tw grieving #twst fanfic

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strwbrryblues · 2 years

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drunken words are sober thoughts

Pairing: Bang Chan x Fem!Reader

Genre: Exes to Lovers AU, Non-idol AU, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: Talks about insecurities, Alcohol intake (please drink responsibly!)

Word Count: 2.7k

Synopsis: Drunkenness can either trigger one to make a mistake. You can say yours was a blessing in disguise.

A/N: Hello! Back with another short fic! I'm still not done with finals, maybe a week or two more, but I'll leave this fic here because so suddenly, I thought of this trope when I saw a post on twt 😭

Anyways, your thoughts about the story are welcome as always! please 🙏 i really do love getting feedbacks about my writing, it really helps me as a writer 😭 if you're too shy, my anon ask is always open! (i just recently fixed that one so yeah, I hope it's functioming well 😭) I'm just too busy sometimes to reply, or just I don't know what to reply, but I really do love all the comments and reblogs with texts or tags 🥺

But yeah, I hope everyone's doing well! I f you need someone to talk to I'm always here! I don't mind rants or small talks! 💗💃

“Another shot for the beautiful lady!” Chan hollers at the top of his lungs. You giggled, the sight of his never disappearing dimples sent your heart soaring. He’s as endearing as ever even when you’re both drunk as heck.

“Hyung, come on, you’re both drunk.” Changbin tries to stop you two from downing more alcohol, but the older just waves him off.

“Oh, don’t be such a killjoy, Binnie. We’re not harming anyone!” He bellows out. Changbin sighs deeply as he pushed away Minho’s head from his shoulders.

“You too, Minho hyung. Don’t you have work tomorrow?” Changbin sighs in defeat from Minho’s drunken state, who was very much a clingy-and-affectionate drunk.

“Hehe. I have a day off tomorrow,” the older man giggles as he continues to pester Changbin.

You watched and sighed contently. You barely had time to fool around like this anymore due to workload. Ever since getting a more stable job, you’ve had lesser time to spend for yourself.

“What’s got you smiling, honey?” Chan rests his chin on the palm of his hand, as his elbow rested on the dark oak table. He gave you that beautiful smitten smile, with an all too loving gaze, and it sent your heart into a frenzy of endless thrumming.

“Just…this is beautiful,” you crossed your arms on the table. After doing so, you rested your head on your crossed arms, looking back at Chan from your position. “I haven’t had the time for myself recently. It's nice to be with you guys.” You closed your eyes, feeling the numbing headache that’s caught up from your drunken state.

“We can always hang out whenever you want, baby.” Chan whispers, sneaking a hold of your hand that peeked out from your crossed arms.

There was a moment of silence that hang itself over you two. In your own space, with your eyes communicating as if you were connected once more. Before it broke in itself after Changbin finally called out to his other older friend.

“Agh! Hyung you have to go home!” The younger whined. Sadly, being the only sober one had its pros and cons. He was smart not to drink and suffer the consequences of his actions by hangover, but he had to witness all this shit and be the responsible one.

“Come on~ Just one last drink,” Minho whined as well. Throwing his hands anywhere to express his distaste for not getting more alcohol in his system.

“Chan hyung, go home with Minho hyung. I’ll fetch you both a cab. I’ll take care of noona.” He was begging at this point.

But Chan shook his head. “No! I’ll go with Y/n! I have to show her something.” He shook his head childishly, jutting out his lips as the pouty tone was evident in his voice.

Changbin looks at him worriedly, and a bit heartbroken; almost as if he was about to cry. And to be honest, he’s been that way since the start of the night. “Hyung…are you sure?” He asks, eyes nervously meeting Chan’s, as he fiddled with his fingers.

Chan only let’s out a hearty laugh, “of course! I can take care of myself and Y/n!” He takes full hold of your hand, intertwining them together and pressing a short kiss on the back of your hand. It sent you reeling with butterflies once more.

“If…if you’re so sure then…” Changbin pulls out his phone, albeit unsure, still. “I’ll phone a cab for you two, then.” He says, dialing for a cab as he watches you two with an aching heart, and worried mind.

The cab arrived, and Changbin made sure to get you two safely inside, before he went to his car, dragging along a drunk and half asleep Minho.

The ride was silent, after having Chan give the directions to his studio to the driver. He had his arms wrapped securely on your waist. There was comfort in the silence the loomed over you, and you relished being in his arms. It wasn’t a full cure, but it at least eased some of your headache.

Soon after arriving the destination, Chan had dragged you with him to the building. It was a miracle the staff had let you two inside despite how drunk the two of you looked. But Chan was thankful, because he didn’t want to miss this opportunity to show you what he’d been working on in his studio.

Ushering you inside the cramped space and familiarity of his studio, you settled yourself tiredly on the leather sofa that sat behind his desk.

“You’re going to love this, I promise you.” He giggles like a school girl. Opening up his laptop, and then going for the window where he earlier saved and closed his work. He taps on the play button, and turning up the volume just right.

He turned to you in his swiveling chair as the instrumentals started playing. The intro was calm before it progressed to a more upbeat tone. It’s resembling those of summer songs, and it quickly made you smile. Despite being mot a fan of the hot season, you agreed that most summer songs were fun and worthwhile.

Chan grins at the reaction he’s receiving. “You always love summer songs,” he says, swaying a bit as his drunken self invites you to a dance. You accepted, of course.

The two of you swayed to the music, enjoying how upbeat the music was. It brought you good vibes, despite the song lacking lyrics. The song soon ends end he was quick to go back to his seat, which left you confused.

He regrets moving quick, triggering the his headache from excessive drinking. “Hold on,” he grunts and holds onto his head. You rushed to his side, but also regretting as a wave of headache consumed you. You just held his hand in consolation.

“We both got headaches,” you blabbered out. And you don’t know why, but being drunk has lead you to find it funny. Soon, Chan was laughing along with you.

After recovering from the throbbing pain, Chan opened another file, and after clicking the play button, he sat beside you on the sofa as well.

This one was a big contrast to the upbeat, summer song from earlier. It was mellow, and smooth. But the tune was…sad.

Chan leaned back on the couch, almost slouching. The music played as he stared at the ceiling. You copied, leaning back as well and just staring upwards, however with eyes closed—savoring the instrumentals.

But then you heard a voice—particularly the one in the demo—along with Chan humming. You tried to make out of the lyrics, until you realized the song was directed at you. The lyrics a solemn anthem of what Chan had been feeling for months. And just like that, his words sobered you up.

And then he spoke.

“She’s beautiful.” A pause.

And you turned to him, waiting.

“She was my whole world…She still is. I guess I was just stupid to let go…or that, she never deserved me in the first place.” You were confused on who was referring to. Was it a different woman? “We had a beautiful boy and yet, I don’t know what came over me to just give up.”

You know now it was you he was talking about. Perhaps him getting so drunk have made him forgot he was talking to you, about you.

“Lady, was I a bad husband? She…I broke her heart, and it hurts so much seeing her that night when I told her.” That’s right, you two have been divorced for about half a year now. Suddenly, the joy and warmth that you felt earlier with him has been replaced with the overwhelming feeling of sadness and heartbreak. As if you were reliving the night he asked you for a divorce.

“I really was a bad husband. I hurt her, thinking that my career would only hindrance our relationship. But in truth, I really just gave up on my whole world for my stupid career.” He was sobbing all so suddenly, and you can’t help but do so as well, only quietly as you turned away from him.

“Lady, you don’t know how much I regret doing it. That day at the court, I was so close to crying. I wanted to stop everything but she just looked so angry. I made her mad and hurt, and I just felt that…I had not right to take it all back after putting her through so much…”

You remembered vividly as if it was only yesterday. You were feeling a lot of things, to be honest. That day, more than hurt, confusion, and sadness, you were mad. Angry. Mad and angry at how he chose to gave up on your love. On Jeongin.

Oh, God. Dearest Jeongin. Your poor son sobbed to no end as if he’d physically lost his father. He was too young to understand the concept of divorce, and yet he was pushed into it at such a young age. And although visits were allowed, Jeongin had been a lot more reluctant about everything since then because of it.

“I don’t want to let go, and yet…I feel that all I’ve put her through, was enough of a reason to say that I’m not enough for her. I really wasn’t enough.” The music stopped, and the only sound present was of his sobbing and the rustles his clothes made with every movement.

Your breathing was getting harder to control, as your nose clogged due to crying. You wanted to stay silent but it was hard to do so. And so you eventually let out the sobs that you held back, tears freely flowing but you were still turned away from Chan.

The man perks at the sound of your sobbing, and only then did his mind register once more that it was you who he is with. “Y/n! Love, why are you crying?” He was quick to wrap his arms around you. You don’t know if he was really too drunk to even process everything, to the point that he forgot where your relationship currently stands.

He cradles you in his arms, and for the first time in months, you felt at home. Safe. Despite the underlying problem that you shouldn’t even be doing this with your ex husband. That you shouldn’t be in his arms. And yet you feel like being selfish. Just this one time, and maybe then you can move on.

“Shh, it’s okay, baby. You can let it all out. You know you always have me. You can always run to me and lean on me, my love.”

How it hurts you to the point that your crying was almost mixed with the anguished screams. His words should have been bringing your comfort, but with the way he’s speaking those broken promises was too much for you.

“No! No!” You started to scream. “You gave up on us! How can you say those words when you left me?” Those months of grieving for him never seemed to have left. And the stress that piled up finally reached its breaking point. And two broken souls in a cramped room, with no other form of outlet, it truly sucks to be on the receiving end for all of this sword like words.

Chan gripped tightly on his hold on yours, as if the weight of the situation has now fully sobered him up. “I’m so sorry. I’m so ashamed of myself. I regret ever hurting you. I don’t even know how to put it into words. But…those first nights after the proceedings in the court, I—”

Chan choked out the sob once more. He was heaving deeply, and then letting it all out by crying. It hurts him to think about the nights you weren’t in his arms. Those sleepless nights where he had to be tortured endlessly with the thoughts of the consequences of his actions till day breaks. It was a lot of burden for him to carry.

“There was so much regret, Y/n. I didn’t think being away from you was going to affect me, especially when I thought it was the right thing to do. I should’ve taken it all back the moment I saw your face when I brought the topic of divorce.” He’d spoken each word, sentence, slowly as he can. Choosing the right ones so as not to fan the flames of hatred.

You silently cried, still. But you wanted to give your word as well. “You should have talked to me about what you were feeling.” You fisted his shirt in your hold, tightly, before speaking once more, “what was the purpose of our vows? Our bond? Everything—if you’re just going to decide for yourself?” You felt exhausted from crying, slumping in his embrace.

You just…wanted nothing, at this point. There was no use in being so mad at him to the point of holding a grudge, especially when he’d been transparent with you now about his thoughts.

“I know…I was wrong. I wish I could just, go back in time and slap some sense into past me…” Chan heaves out another heavy sigh. His breathing finally going a bit more stable than before. The uncomfortable position of being huddled together in a seated position was catching up to him, so he laid down on the couch, dragging you along.

“That’s a great way to put it. But, at least we’ve learned our lesson. I may have had a part in all of this, if you say that you were reluctant to open up to me about it…so I’m sorry too, if I’ve done something to make you feel like I’m not worthy of knowing what’s on your mind…” You sincerely voiced out. You just know that you may have played a part in this divorce.

Chan hushed you, bringing your closer to him, as if your weight on top of him wasn’t enough to close the distance. He stroked your back comfortingly as he spoke, “no, no. It wasn’t any of your fault. It was me overthinking, and compulsively making a decision…” He admitted, staring back into the ceiling.

There was silence that loomed over the two of you. Both of you finally ceasing the tears and just being in each other’s presence. Chan taking one of your hands in his, intertwining them together as his other hand rubbed comforting patterns on your back.

“Let’s start over.” You broke the silence. It was enough for Chan to halt all his movements, as he shifted underneath you to just look at you properly.

“Start over?” He asks almost dumbly. It made you chuckle, finding it endearing as you often see him give you this look of curiosity and confusion when he gets lost in the conversation.

You nodded, but spoke so as well to assure him. “Yeah.” You rested your cheek on the back of his hand that was in your intertwined hold. “We can work through ‘us’ properly this time. We’ll talk about anything and everything. We’ll make it all work.” You gazed into his eyes lovingly.

Chan was elated to hear it. But then his insecurity resurfaced again. “But…what if I messed up agai—”

“No.” You cut him off. Not wanting his insecurities do all the talking for him. “You won’t. Because like I said, we’ll go through it together. We’ll make it work, because we’ll help each other out. We’ll be there for the other. And I’m here for you now, telling you that I’ll stay with you.”

Chan stays quiet again, almost as if he’s going to cry again. But you spoke once more, “ we’ll work out your insecurities, but for now, don’t worry about anything. Okay?” You asked, staring gently straight into his eyes.

Chan nodded. He understands it well. He understands, that his soul is shaken with how steadfast your were. But most of all, he was relieved, and happy. He felt the heavy weight in his heart, finally lift off. His heart growing lighter as he felt you press a kiss on his forehead.

There was peace and lightheartedness as you two got caught up in your conversations. Chan, despite having visits to see Jeongin would still bombard you with question about him. He wants to know even the most mundane of things about his wonderful son.

You talked for hours until you can’t, and the sun has risen up. And despite having been drunk, you just both know you’ll get a clear memory of what had all happened, because you two were sober enough, and your hearts wouldn’t let you forget that something as beautiful as this has happened.

#stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x reader #skz imagines #skz scenarios #stray kids fluff #stray kids angst #skz fluff #skz angst #bang chan x reader #skz chan fluff #skz chan angst #skz x reader #skz chan x reader

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freeuselandonorris · 5 months

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For the fic meme please because I know you're going to have a great answer for this:

17. What’s something you’ve learned about while doing research for a fic?

ahaha thank youuuu 🙏 this is an EXCELLENT question!!

17. What’s something you’ve learned about while doing research for a fic?

as anyone who has read my recent fic fills will understand, i have learned lots about vore and inflation recently!! it’s actually pretty rare that i learn about new kinks via writing fic because i tend to write from the other direction (i.e. writing kinks that i already have experience with or at least have some knowledge of from the frankly appalling amount of porn i watch and kink research i do for my own personal reasons (the reasons: i am feral)) so it’s been really cool to learn about some new stuff recently that i’d only ever come across in passing.

i’d also count the foot fic in this because although i had a fair idea about feet as a kink beforehand (and have played about with the trampling/footstooling side of things) i had less idea about the specific reasons why someone might get turned on by, say, a footjob beforehand (or, indeed, the logistics of how one works). writing that fic awoke some shit in me, man.

actually thinking about it i also had to research the logistics of double penetration for you won’t know what you like better!!

alright a slightly less horny and more sincere answer: when i write particularly canon-compliant pieces, it’s a really nice excuse for me to learn more about the people i’m writing about and the environment they’re operating in (usually motorsport, or hollywood in the case of my OFMD RPF).

so for the landoscar WIP, although i’m pretty knowledgable about the technicalities of F1 (both from being a long-term nerd about it and also because in a previous life i was paid to subtitle sky sports and thus have watched more episodes of ted’s notebook in forensic detail than is healthy) but not necessarily from a driver’s perspective. so writing this fic meant i got to learn a lot about, say, what the differences are between F2 and F1 in terms of media obligations; what the shape of an average race weekend might look like for a driver outside of the actual race sessions; what a driver’s general diet might look like (spoiler: pretty depressing). this is part of why i love fic so much — writing it helps me deepen my understanding of and love for the things i’m writing about! it’s a devotional act!

finally, i have written SO MANY fics set in or around monaco that i’ve basically learned the entire geography of the place. thought this was useless knowledge but i’ll get to use it when @lost-decade and i go for the Formula E next year!

fan fic writer asks

#ask meme #fic meta

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ameliasbitvh · 2 years

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That's The Way The World Works ; R.J.L.

[ a/n ; 🧸 ] this was meant to be a smut fic but then I spiraled at 10 pm last night and didn't stop writing until 3 am and was like "fuck it, if I wrote this im going to post it too! 🙄" slightly based off of all too well (10 min vers.) by ms. taylor swift, praise our lord y'all! she's my religion 🙏 also the beginning was written like 5 months ago bc this was a wip i finished last night 💀

( library account ; 📚 ) @ameliasbitvhlibrary

[ pairing ; ☕ ] student!reader x professor!remus & reader x fred weasley! remus x tonks!

[ summary ; 📖 ] you and remus' rendezvous take a turn for the worse when he decides to be the adult for the two of you and call it quits. left heartbroken, only one man picked you up piece by piece and restored your faith that a man can stay, fred weasley. charming, sweet and kind, he won his way into your heart. as 3 years pass, your 21st birthday approaches, and remus with his pregnant wife come to visit. this leads to events in the night that he could only wish to reverse. (it's much more interesting and carries a heavier plot than what I summarized i swear 😍)

[ warning(s) ; 🚨 ] student!reader x professor!remus, large age gap [17 years], reader is 18!!! implied smut, teasing, sexual contents are mostly implied, not explicit, angst, drinking, remus going into self destruction and overthinking everything in his life, and talks about grooming *remus does not groom reader!!!*

[ wc ; ✍ ] 4.8k!!

You sat in his class, your thighs overlapping each other, your nails picking at one another, your gaze on them. The brunette man teaching noticed your lack of attention and cleared his throat, making your gaze move up to find his eyes on you.

They were firm and assertive, he opened his mouth to command you. “Ms. Y/l/n, please stay after class. We have some things we need to discuss.”

“But Re–Mr. Lupin, I have somewhere to be after class!” you argued, all eyes in the class on you as the students tried to pack up quickly. Suddenly, their eyes glued on to the clock about to strike noon.

“Where exactly is that said ‘somewhere’? And why is it so important to you?” he questioned, taking strides up to your desk. He came so close to you that you felt the air escaping your lungs, they were evaporating.

You opened your mouth to run it and answer him with your smart, but bratty mouth. But before you could get a word out, the bell rang and the students raced out of the classroom. With a sigh, you slumped into your chair even more.

Your arms crossed against your chest, teeth nibbling your lower lip as you waited for him to scold you. His eyes examined your frame for a brief but seemingly long time.

His strong arms were now placed in front of you, his tall figure leaning tightly against you. His breath, so hot you could feel it dancing on your skin. You inhaled a sharp breath.

“So…where were you supposed to be right now, sweetheart?”

You scowled at the nickname. Was he really trying to do this when you had to meet someone? “Are. I’m supposed to be there right now! I can’t just stand him up –”

His mouth inched even closer to the soft and tender skin of your neck. “Him? Who exactly is ‘him’?” The hairs on your body stood up, goosebumps traveled.

“I – Just a friend, the son of Molly and Arthur Weasley.”

He laughed, a not so light hearted chuckle escaping. “Godrick. Y/n, I asked who he is, not who his parents are.” Then you heard him mumble something under his breath, ”Could be any of those redheads, there are so many.”

“It’s just Freddie.” you sighed, your arms releasing from one another.

“Fred?” Merlin, he thought you were a smart girl because it was blatant that the redhead liked you. His blood turned cold, the thought of Fred and his pathetic schoolboy flirting flowed for a moment in his mind. He scowled internally and externally at the thought of it.

“C’mon, Remmie! He’s not that bad.” you frowned, frantically hoping that you’d make it to the library on time.

“Not that bad? Sweetheart, he’s like any other teenage boy. He only wants one thing.” The older man stated, as if it were true facts.

“Then you sure do act like one yourself, professor.” you scowled, pressing your books to your chest as you made your way to the doors.

“Y/n, get back here.” he demanded, his blood boiling in fury at the accusation you had just thrown at him. Instead of turning around and being his submissive, supposedly good girl. You ignored him and stomped out of the room, until you were met in the library by an anxious redhead. Rare to ever see Fred Weasley nervous?

“Hey, Fred! I’m so sorry, I’m a little bit. Professor Lupin made me stay back for a moment.” you smiled, placing your stuff on the table and taking a seat across from him.

“Oh, It’s fine Y/n!” Fred laughed, at your anxiousness. Just a couple of awkward teenagers. Fun?

“I know, but I didn’t want you to think that I left you here or –”

“Stood me up? Please, girls would kill to even talk to me.” he joked with a smirk on his face. A smirk that made your stomach tighten…but not in a bad way.

“Alright, Mr. Womanizer. Let’s see what you’re stupid enough to not comprehend in…mhm, herbology?” you laughed, eyes wide open when you saw the class he needed help in.

“Fred! Herbology has got to be one of the easiest classes we have here in Hogwarts!”

“Hey! Not everyone pays as much attention in that class as you do! Sorry I don’t find snapping sunflowers interesting?” he smiled, making you recreate the same expression on his face.

“We planted a seed in class yesterday? It was so simple!”

Smirking, a stupid smolder decorated his face as he said the stupidest thing you’ve ever heard in the history of stupid. “And I could plant a seed in you? We could grow a whole quidditch team, eh? It’s simple just like you said!”

“Fred!”

—

Remus sat in his chair as he thought about the comment you had blurted out before storming off. He knew very well, too well, of what you were talking about. Anytime he held you after class it was usually for sex. Being a teacher was stressful and he knew being in your last year here, it was just as stressful for you. But he didn’t think that you would even have an inkling that he was “using” you. Because he wasn’t.

He knew that the relationship he had with you would be frowned upon. He couldn’t put you through that shame. People saw an older man and younger woman in a relationship as taboo, essentially bad. He could lose his job because of this! Like Godrick they would depict him as a predator and her as a victim. But another part of him knows why they would, because if he were from the other point of view he could see why people would think that and be disgusted.

What if they were in his shoes? Would they understand why he kept going back, why he keeps you around, why he can’t stand the thought of you with anyone but him?

The answer wasn’t as simple as most would think. He can’t love someone as young as you, it wasn’t right. Right to you. You deserved a chance out in the world, a chance to discover yourself. You didn’t need to drag a man old enough to be your father with you. He couldn’t burden you like that.

You were such a smart girl, top of your year. The brightest witch he had ever met, yet you weren’t clever enough to stay away from him. The moment his hands crawled on your thighs after weeks of sexual tension suffocating the both of you, you should have pushed him away. You should have been repulsed. The tension shouldn’t have been there to start with. Goddamnit, he did this to himself. He had no one else to blame but himself.

You were only eighteen, how were you supposed to know if what he was giving you was real or not. And honestly at this point Remus didn’t know what he was giving you. He couldn’t decipher between his feelings and lust. You’re 35 damn years old, going for an 18 year old girl! Have some shame!

Self destruction Remus has been activated.

—

After the little meeting with Fred, anyone could see that you had an extra spring in your step, with an additional smile adorning your face. (a/n; feeling bad for remus rn tbh)

In those few moments with the redhead, you’d be lying if you said that Remus had slipped away from your mind. Everytime Fred got a little closer and your cheeks burned a little brighter, the man seemed to evaporate. But, It’s not like you should feel bad for that? Right?

Making your way to your common room, you muttered the password and went straight to your bedroom. Everyone was at dinner, thankfully, so that you could have some time to contemplate things that aren’t even big but now you were going to make them ginormous as the zit you had last week.

Lying on your bed, you took in a breath and sighed as reality challenged you. You knew that the feelings you had towards Remus were not reciprocated, you didn’t have to be Sherlock Holmes to figure it out. You were…too young. You knew that he thought that. You knew the moment you let him slip his fingers up your skirt, that it was all a fun game. A game that has lasted way too long now.

You and Remus didn’t have a label and whatnot, but you both had something. Well, that’s at least what you thought. You tried your hardest to resist him, every damn time but you can’t. He knows your body just as much as you know his. Throughout all the time spent together, it was like you studied him, his body, personality, hobbies, career, anything you could get your hands on really.

And your hands got on everything, staining everything about remus. From his classroom, to his bed sheets. You were everyfuckingwhere. No matter how hard he scrubs, he would never be able to get you out of his system.

You drowned him in your sea and he in return burned you. Complete opposites, yet know exactly where it hurts.

—

You were on your knees, your pretty mouth getting ready to take him as you started to unzip his pants. “Y/n, you know we can’t keep doing this.” he breathed in deeply as you looked at him with those big doe eyes. Confusion floods through them, as anger surged through your body, spreading like a wildfire.

“I – then why would you – Why would you even let me go this far? You want to say that as I’m on my damn knees about to suck your dick!”

“Look – I held you back to tell you that we should stop!”

“Really? Oh, Really? Then why would you lead me on like that! Tell me that I’ve been ‘bad’ and need to ‘make up for it’? Dammit, you could’ve just told me!” you shouted getting off your knees, humiliated and angry.

“I’m sorry I can’t control myself around you!” he barked, his veins popping out in fury.

“Than get a fucking grip, you’re 35 years old!”

“Tell me something I don’t know, Y/n! That’s exactly why we can’t keep doing this! I’m too old, I have a job, you need to grow up, find yourself, you can’t be dragging around a man old enough to be your father! It’s not right!”

“If it’s not right then why does it feel right! Merlin, if you knew it wasn’t why didn’t you push me away! Why didn’t you leave me alone? Why didn’t you treat me like another student? Why did I have to be treated like I was special when I’m not! Why!”

“You wanna know why? Because you! You walked into my damn life and made it hell, without you I wouldn’t be so fucking scared about losing my job, my reputation, every damn little thing. You drive me crazy, Y/n!

And you’re right, I should’ve pushed you away! I should’ve treated you as if you were just another student! But I can’t! Because you, you are special to me!

You’re intelligent, beautiful, caring, kind, Godrick if I went to school with you I’d be pining so hard! And it wouldn’t be wrong! But it is in this case! Just because of that I wish you were older, I wish this could work out, but it never will. That’s just not how the world works! But I wish it did because I –” before he could finish that sentence he stopped himself, he wouldn’t dare utter those 3 words to you. Sighing he finished, “Even if you don’t get it now, you will when you’re older.”

But you were shocked, what were you supposed to say? For once you were speechless. Tears streamed down your cheeks, your eyes puffy and vulnerable. Sniffling, you wiped your tears with your long sleeve. “I do get it, Remus.” He wanted nothing more in that moment but to pick you up and wipe your tears away, murmuring sweet words that’d drip from his mouth like honey.

“Goodbye…Professor.”

—

Flushed cheeks and puffy eyes, not something Fred always saw on your pretty face. He had been walking through the corridors trying to brainstorm some new ideas for a shop that both he and George wanted to open up as soon as they graduate. He hadn’t been paying much attention until he saw a glimpse of your hair pass him across the halls.

Suddenly his “instincts” kicked in and he ran up to you. “Hey, y/n/n. What’s wrong?”

Looking up at the tall redhead, you identified him as Fred. Sniffling really quick you put a smile on your face, “Nothing? How are you?”

“That’s not going to fool me, toots. Why are your pretty cheeks flushed and beautiful eyes –” he immediately stopped and wrapped an arm around you as you burst into tears.

Remus always said you had the most beautiful eyes.

“Who did this to you, I’ll rough them up?” he said sarcastically trying to joke but you knew he wasn’t. Fred would genuinely throw his hands if he had a chance to.

His hazel eyes widened when you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed yourself closer to him, your tears staining his shoulder. “Thanks, but no one did anything.”

Well, obviously you weren’t going to tell Fred that Remus caused your breakdown and the redhead definitely would not be able to fight a professor.

“You want to talk about it?” he asked with such a…genuine caring tone, that made your heart melt. “No, I just wanna lay down on the ground and cry.” answering, pulling away from the crook of his neck and immediately returning to your old position.

“Here, how about you lay down in my room and cry instead? George and Lee are out on a double date?” he said in a light humorous voice.

All you did was shake your head yes and soon you were in Fred’s bed weeping about Remus in another man's arms.

( 3 years later )

You eventually moved on from Remus, your first almost everything. And there was one man who stood beside you for every step of the way, Fred Weasley. The kindest man you had ever met. A few months after the breakup you both graduated from Hogwarts and Fred did everything in his power to make you happy.

That’s all he ever wanted.

Piece by piece he restored your faith and taught you that a man can stay.

He and George opened up their joke shop and it was a great hit, kids and adults from everywhere had shown up to buy many of their numerous products. You couldn’t help but be happy for him.

Suddenly the friendship the both of you had, which was very much not strictly platonic became a relationship. A relationship that made you feel like you could fly! But you know what can? Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes, new and improved chewing gum! Blow bubbles and fly high kids! (no this is not a sponsor because he’s your boyfriend, what do you mean?!)

Now that you two had been in a relationship for a while now, you wanted a sort of clean slate, which meant being completely honest with him. You allowed yourself to be 100% vulnerable, and exposed your truth to him: That you and Professor Remus were having a, well, affair in the 7th year.

To say the least, he was shocked. “You mean the same Remus Lupin that’s coming up to visit everyone at my mum’s tomorrow night!?”

Now it was your turn to go into shock, “Wait, what! Fred, shut up! Are you joking with me right now?”

“No, you shut up, Y/n! You’ve got to be the one joking with me! There is no way –”

“Why would I lie about that, Fred! I – Oh, my – Merlin!” grabbing your purse you softly smacked him with it. “Why didn’t you tell me he’s supposed to be coming over at your mum’s!”

“Because it was supposed to be a surprise for your birthday!” he said surrendering.

“What!? What!? My birthday! Why would he come to surprise me on my birthday? No! Fred, we were just supposed to go to dinner tomorrow!”

“I know! I know! But mum convinced him to come because she thought he was your favorite professor. I can see why now.” he mumbled the last sentence hostilely.

“Fred, you know you’re the only man I see.” you said, getting on his lap to straddle him on the bed. “Mhm, yeah, sure.”

“The only man I want.” you slowly placed a kiss on his lips, a kiss he couldn’t resist.

“Yeah? Prove it to me.”

—

“You sure you’re looking this good just for me, baby?” Fred smirked, his frame towering over yours as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“All for you Fred, and this?” you smiled innocently, lifting up your sun dress to expose the lacey lingerie hidden beneath it. “Got it just for you.” and bought it with his credit card…

“Fuck, don’t do this to me, Y/n. Don’t tease me like this.” he whined as his hands tried to sneak their way up your thighs. Right before he could reach your sex, you grabbed his hands and scolded him. “Tut, tut, tut, Fred. If you want me, you’re gonna have to earn it.”

Walking away, you accidentally dropped your chapstick. “Shit.” Fred groaned as you bent down to retrieve it, giving him a nice view of your ass.

“C’mon, sweetheart. We have reservations.” you smiled cheekily, but before you could pick yourself up he ran up behind you to give your ass a slap. A squeal left your lips as you cursed his name. “Fred!”

After having dinner with your lovely boyfriend, you both wanted so desperately to just fuck and then go to sleep but Molly had other plans for you two.

Fred had sent an owl to his mum, saying that he and you were not feeling good and too tired. And in response she sent a howler that the both of you had to come over. Sighing, “Bloody hell, there is no getting out of this? Is there?”

“Definitely not,” he responded.

Finally you both appeared at the entrance of the Weasley Burrow, and from the looks of it, it was dark inside. “Remember, act surprised and don’t let that old Lupin shake you up.”

Laughing at him, you cracked. “Oh, bugger off, Fred.”

Honestly you were so nervous that when everyone yelled “HAPPY BIRTHDAY” you screamed not out of happiness but anxiety.

“Oh my Merlin, thank you all so much! I can’t believe you guys remembered!” you smiled as you began hugging everyone and just as you found yourself wandering back to fred who was talking to ginny, Molly got her hands on you.

“My, Y/n! I can’t believe it, already 21! Growing up so fast, I can still remember seeing you in your first year!”

“I can’t either, time is going by so quickly! Hogwarts days are over and now it’s real life.”

“Oh, dear! Speaking of Hogwarts! Remus Lupin is here, your old dada teacher!”

“Yeah I figured that out when I saw –”

“Remus! Look who it is, the birthday girl. 21 already can you believe it?” Molly exclaimed with a hand on her hip.

The brunette's eyes widened, as he finally got a look of you properly. You looked different in a good way, more mature. “I can’t , I still remember her in 7th year in front of my class, she was always one of my favorite students. Always so dedicated.”

She was always one of my favorite students.

You swallowed the lump in your throat at that moment. “Ahh, so I’ll leave you two to it!”

You wanted to do nothing more but then to shout at her to come back.

Taking in a deep breath you sighed.

I guess I’ll have to speak first, as always the only one to initiate things. Remus thought as he mentally prepared himself for whatever you have to say. “So, how have you been?”

His question shocked you for a moment. Your eyes widened with such innocence, something he had always admired, even now.

“Pretty good, I went to a muggle college and earned a degree in psychology. I’m planning to become a therapist for people who have been in the wizarding war, because many have been left with physical, mental and emotional scars.”

Always so…generous, he thought.

“But, besides that; I moved in with Fred, my boyfriend.”

Well, that fucking hurt. Hearing you utter those words about someone felt like there were shards of glass in his heart. But he knew he shouldn’t feel this way. He’s got a damn wife, who’s pregnant.

“How about you?” your voice snapped him out of his daze. His throat became dry for a moment before he regained his strength. “I’m still teaching at Hogwarts, now for all years. I got married, and my wife is pregnant.” yeah, just give her a short recap, Remus! Storyteller of the year goes to…drum roll…Remus John Lupin!

It felt you were winded for a moment hearing all of that at once, well it was fairly short but held a lot. “Oh, wow…married with a kid coming? Is it a boy or a girl?”

“A boy, we plan on naming him Edward.” Remus awkwardly shifted. It’s weird talking to your old student that you had an affair with, yet no one knew.

“A boy? From what I’ve seen, heard and know, raising a boy is going to be a chaotic full time job. And Edward is a cute name, Teddy would be an adorable nickname.”

“Teddy?” He smiled.

“Yeah, Teddy. Like a little teddy bear, warm and cuddly.” you smiled back. Was it weird that 3 years later all your anger didn’t turn into resentment, but understanding? You now knew why he ended the relationship. It wasn't healthy for the both of you and he had to be the adult for two and make the big decision to call it quits.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Is your wife here?” you asked out of curiosity.

“Yeah, she’s probably with Ginny or Hermione right now.” Ginny or Hermione? If anything you would’ve thought that she would be with Molly?

“Really? I would’ve thought she was with Molly, since she is older and has more experience with children?”

How was Remus supposed to tell you that the woman he married only a year after you both called it quits was only 4 years older than you? “She gets along with the younger girls.”

She definitely learned that from you. Okay, so maybe there’s just a little bit of anger left inside you.

“Would it be weird if I met her?” you asked unsure, you didn’t want to cross a boundary. “Of course, you don’t need my permission.”

Soon he guided you to where Hermione and Ginny sat next to a young woman with purple hair and a baby bump. From visuals you were for sure the woman next to the two girls was his wife, Tonks.

“Hi, I’m Y/n.” you introduced yourself to her. She looked up at you quizzically for a moment and then her eyes widened in realization. “Oh my gosh, yes, Y/n! I’m sorry, this pregnancy is giving me memory loss. But happy 21st birthday!”

“Thank you so much! How’s your –”

“Nope, this isn’t about me! This is your day, not mine! How’s your day been?”

You smiled at her, you could understand why Remus went after someone like her. Yet when you came out here you were expecting a woman who looked like she was in her thirties, maybe she was a younger looking woman? Hey, genetics all work differently.

“It’s been great so far, my boyfriend made me breakfast, took me shopping, then we went to dinner and now we’re here.”

“You know Y/n, most people on their 21st birthday go wild on alcohol? I’m surprised to see you’re not blacked out right now.”

“Oh no, I’ve had my lessons with alcohol a few years ago and let’s say that’s how I confessed my feelings to Fred.” you said burning up remembering that embarrassing moment.

“No, Y/n! Have some fun, get loose, shake that bum because you’ve got a great one girl! I could see it from my seat earlier!” She laughed as she called Remus to get her Firewhiskey.

“For you? No –”

“Not for me, Y/n! It’s her 21st birthday, she needs to take shots!”

Suddenly Fred came up behind you and murmured in your ear, “Is everything good, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, Tonks just wants me to get loose because I’m finally 21.” you laughed.

“Don’t confess your love for me again – actually no, do it again. I’d love to get it framed in our photo gallery one day.”

“Keep on dreaming.”

“I got the firewhiskey and cups.” Remus announced when he got back.

“Okay, everyone sit in a circle and I’ll pour them since I can’t drink!”

Everyone gathered in a circle as tonks began to fill up the shot glasses but there was one specific cup for you.

After pouring yours, which – you were sure you were going to black out if you drank a third of it being the light weight you are. “There, that should be the equivalent of…21 shots!”

“21!” you exclaimed.

“Yep, now go!” she shouted and everyone started taking their shots as you gulped ferociously, finishing over half of it and everyone began to cheer. “Whoo!” you let out as you grabbed Fred’s hands and pulled him up to dance with you to the music playing on the radio.

“I’m not drunk enough, give me the bottle!” The purple haired woman gave him the bottle and he chugged at least half of it and started joining you as you both got “down” at his mum's house.

“Yes, Y/n! Shake that bum your mama gave you!” Tonks shouted as you started doing your thing, completely unaware of all the people because quite frankly drunk you don't give two shits.

As time went on you found yourself dancing with everyone, Merlin couldn’t even stop you, Hell even Molly herself couldn’t either.

Somehow you ended up in a corner of the house with Remus. “Oh my Merlin, I think this is the best birthday I’ve ever had! Ahh! I love your wife, she’s gonna be my new best friend!”

“Sweetheart, don’t bring her up right now.” Remus murmured as he let his fingers gently slip off one of your straps. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion of his words and actions. “Huh?”

“I missed you so much.” he said but fortunately for you, you weren’t able to hear him through all the music. Just as Ginny passed with a tray of shots you took three, two for you one for Remus.

Ginny had to pass drinks around if she wanted to stay down here, the girl would never be allowed to drink around her brothers.

“Here!” You shouted as you gave him a shot glass. Unfortunately you had no one to count for you because Tonks was fast asleep upstairs but not before casting a silencing charm on the house.

Quickly you downed your shots and suddenly your vision became even worse…Awesome! Somehow you found yourself dancing with Remus, in a totally platonic, I'm not mad at you anymore, your wife is awesome and I’m respecting boundaries way!

But I guess he wasn’t on the same wave length.

“I missed you, sweetheart.” he murmured in your ear, right before he latched onto your sweet spot behind your ear, which inevitably made you slip a moan out. His hands traveled from your waist to your inner thigh, leaving the same chills he always did.

His body guided you to a secluded storage room. Immediately he grabbed you and put you on himself, now you were straddling him. Soon his lips came and crashed on yours, knocking the wind out of you. In your drunken state you found yourself kissing back and grinding against him.

Except, you thought he was Fred…hey! The world had gone blurry and you thought only Fred would’ve pulled you into a dark storage room.

“Let me taste that pretty pussy one last time.” he growled against your lips.

“Yes, yes, please!”

“Please who?” he teased, his hands slipping your lace panties off as he slipped a finger into your sex.

“Please, Freddie!” suddenly all the alcohol in his system vanished.

“Shit! Shit! Fuck, I’m so sorry, Y/n.” Remus cried as he picked up your panties and slipped them back on you.

“Wha – Freddie, what are you doing! I want you so bad!” something Remus has been wanting to hear for years, except he wasn’t who you were calling for.

He knew from the moment they said goodbye, you’d taken a piece of him with you and he’d taken a piece of you with him.

That’s the way the world works.

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😨 Lost Horse! 🐎 PART 3. Lisa’s friends.

A Sabine x GN! Reader fanfic!

Hi!!! Silly new part omg!!! Also i want to apologize bcs this is Sabine x reader fic and she . Hasn’t appeared 💀. I promise she’ll be here soon! Just one more part!!! Then she!!! 🗣🙏❤️ Once again I wrote. A lot . I wrote like 4 pages worth of stuff for this one part 😭 I broke two pages into this part and the other two will be in the next! Also I was sent an ask saying my stuff was hard to read due to my writing being close together 💔 so sorry about that everyone! This part has spacing and any other writing I do will also have spacing! Ty to the anon who sent in that ask and let me know what I needed to change! It was and it is very appreciated! :D pls do tell me if the spacing here is ok guys! ❤️❤️❤️ anyways enjoy! :D

Summary: Lisa and her friends come to get you.

Warnings: none.

You paced back and forth outside of your home. Your arms were crossed and pressed tightly against your chest. You’re so nervous, you can’t breathe properly. You feel like you’re going to pass out. Khaan stood nearby watching you pace. He let out a soft neigh wanting your attention. You looked to him frowning and mouthing ‘what?’ Khaan walked forward with his head low. When he got to you, he pressed his head against your arms.

You uncrossed them, so you could move the horse’s head up. You laid his head on your shoulder, hugging his neck. You buried your face in his mane “what are we going to do Khaan?” You felt like crying “why did you act that way?” Khaan let out a huff. You wished he could talk you wish he would tell you why he acted the way he did. You wished he would tell you who that girl was to him. You stood outside for a few minutes hugging Khaan close to you. You let him go when you heard the door to your home open. Your dad walked outside, and he looked upset.

You feared the worst. Surely the girl had pressed charges, and now the police were coming to take Khaan. “I called Lisa” your father started “and she said her and her dad won’t press charges.” So if they weren’t pressing charges then what was your dad upset about? “And she told me more about Khaan” your dad narrowed his eyes at the horse. Khaan neighed upon hearing his name, and he walked to your dad. The man let Khaan get close, but he backed away when Khaan tried to get pats from him. You stood surprised by your dad’s denial to pet Khaan. “Da-“ you were about to ask him why he acted that way, but he spoke over you. “Khaan can’t stay here” your dad suddenly turned cold towards the Friesian.

You shook your head “what do you mean he can’t stay? Dad what happened at Starshine won’t happen again I promise.” You didn’t want your dad to take your horse away. He shook his head “that horse isn’t normal” he pointed to Khaan who walked back to you. You stood in front of Khaan shielding him from your dad. “What are you talking about? All horses have bad days and that-“ your dad raised his voice, but he wasn’t yelling “I know about the eyes now!” You stood still feeling your blood run cold. “Lisa told me” your dad walked forwards “that horse isn’t normal you knew it and kept it a secret from me!” When your dad got to Khaan, he moved his forelock aside revealing the horse’s red eyes.

“This horse cannot stay here” he looked to you, and Khaan shook his head fixing his forelock. You shook your head too, and you put your hands together. “Dad please don’t take him” you choked up “please!” Your father frowned he hated seeing you upset but this had to be done. “Lisa will come tomorrow along with her friends, and you will take Khaan to someone who knows more about him” your dad cupped your cheek. “He comes from a dangerous place with dangerous people who are surely looking for him” your father feared for your safety. “You must let him go” he wiped your tears with his thumb when you started crying. “Go and pack a bag the journey will be long, and you will need-“ you pushed your dad away from you surprising him.

“I’m not going!” You cried turning to Khaan hugging him tightly. Khaan let out a snort pressing his snout against your cheek “you can’t make me go I’m not going!” You felt like a kid again begging your dad not to make you go someplace boring. The man felt like crying too this hurt him just as much as it hurt you, but Khaan couldn’t stay.

“Listen to me” he said in a strong voice trying to be strong for you both, and to get his point across. “His rider is dangerous” he waited for you to look at him. When you did, he continued talking “she will come for him, and I have no power to protect you.” The man put a hand on your shoulder “you must go with Lisa and her friends.” He huffed when you rammed into him as you hugged him. You cried saying you didn’t want to go, or let Khaan go. Your dad couldn’t hold back his tears anymore. He kissed the top of your head hugging you close to him “I don’t want you to go either, and I don’t want Khaan to leave but this is the only way.” Your dad broke the hug, and he held your shoulders. He was trying his best to stop crying “let’s go pack you a bag.”

You sat on the side of your bed with your backpack on the floor in front of you. It was packed with things you would need on a trip. You were usually excited for trips, but you held hate for this one. You closed your eyes trying to keep the tears pricking at the sides of your eyes from falling. You were in your room waiting for Lisa and her friends. They were in your kitchen with your dad, laughing and having breakfast. Once they finished you would start the journey with them to Goldenhills. Every time you heard them laugh you got increasingly upset. How could they be so happy? You didn’t know any of the girls, but you already hated them.

They were so happy even though they knew what you were going through. You looked outside seeing Khaan. He was tacked up ready for the journey. His head hung low, and his ears were pinned to the back of his head. You knew he was feeling like you. You wished again that he could talk, so he could tell you how he felt. You stood up when you heard a knock at your door. “Come in” your voice was rough from crying. You expected your dad to walk in, but instead of your dad, a girl walked in. She was dressed in fancy riding gear. Her hair was blonde with pretty pink highlights in it. If you had met in different circumstances, you would have complimented her hair, but right now you didn’t even want to see her.

She walked to you holding her hand out when she got near you, and she gave you a confident smile “my name is Anne.” She wanted you to shake her hand “and yours is?” You told her your name, but you didn’t shake her hand making your meeting awkward for her. Anne laughed nervously, and she looked at the door. More girls stood at the door watching you two. “That’s Alex” she pointed to a girl who was dressed in a very comfy looking style. Alex waved at you giving you a smile. “That’s Linda” she pointed to a girl standing next to Alex. The girl had cute round glasses and a very comfy looking cardigan on. You wished you had met all of them in a different situation so you could have complemented their styles.

Linda was already smiling, but her smile got wider when she was introduced, and she said, “nice to meet you!” Anne pointed to the last girl in her group. “And that’s Lisa” Lisa waved standing awkwardly at your door. Anne looked back at you “but you already knew that.” She was trying to be friendly with you, you didn’t laugh or smile. You just stood with a neutral look trying to hide how much you hated everyone in your room.

Anne was hoping you were just shy, and that’s why you weren’t talking but she knew better. She nervously wiped her hands on her pants. “Well uh-“ usually Anne spoke clearly, but your anger made her nervous. “We are leaving now” she walked to the door going to her friends “we’ll wait for you to say goodbye.” Anne smiled at you again. This time her smile was nervous. She held no confidence you took it all from her “we’ll be outside.”

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