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t’s february frolicking celebration ✘ MOODBOARDS
STEVE HARRINGTON + YELLOW
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A Gift That Keeps on Giving
characters: Astarion x race/spellcaster fem!Tav/reader
word count: +1.6k
Rating: T
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This hasn't been beta-read.
Astarion is an absolute menace when it comes to celebrations, especially Winter Solstice.
Merry Christmas! ♡
Astarion had been driving you to the brink of insanity, which wasn’t anything new to you; over time, you’d gotten used to his antics.
The weeks leading up to the Winter Solstice, however, had been something entirely different.
The pale elf had become unbearable, positively so.
One would think the Winter Solstice celebration was, in its essence, a simple affair. You decorated your house with evergreen and holly, maybe even some ivy, if you felt like it. Lit some candles to expel the long night. Danced around. Exchanged presents with your loved ones. It was all rather straightforward, really.
But not with Astarion, no; things were seldom simple with him, so you shouldn’t have been that surprised.
He’d been planning for the celebration for weeks on end and—being a gods-awful planner—had turned that nice, simple affair into a proper ordeal.
Nothing had met his unprecedented standards.
The evergreens hadn’t been festive enough, so he’d crafted straw stars as additional decorations—only to deem them hideous after you’d helped make three dozen of them.
Candles had been needed, a whole lot—nay! a sea—of them. Astarion had wanted the entire house to be filled with soft candlelight, only to get annoyed when he’d finally realised how much of a hassle it would be to actually light two thousand candles at roughly the same time.
Astarion thought you were a terrible dancer and teaching you some proper dance steps had already ended in tears once—neither of you wanted to speak of it ever again since you had more or less promised each other everlasting love and respect and little to no bloodshed. Dancing, let alone another dancing lesson, was off the table—indefinitely.
The only thing you’d been rather optimistic about was the celebration’s gift-giving aspect. Astarion had a very keen eye for things you might enjoy; pretty little trinkets, an excellent bottle of wine, a lovely new dress.
The only issue Astarion had with gift-giving, however, was the gift-getting.
He’d grossly misjudged the amount of time left until the Winter Solstice, only to find—with less than a week to go—that no potential gift had been good enough to present to you.
Astarion had let you know in great detail that every trinket he’d come across had been tacky, and that every wine he’d sampled had tasted like piss. He was also strongly convinced that every seamstress in town was blind in both eyes.
It had been a perfect predicament and with the days being reduced to only a couple of hours of scant sunlight, Astarion had been out and about most of the time—which, in all honesty, was the best gift he could have possibly given to you until the celebration was over.
And then the longed-for day had finally come.
In true midwinter fashion, the weak sun rays barely penetrated the grey cover of clouds, and so you and Astarion found yourself tramping through knee-high snow in the early afternoon.
You pressed your lips into a thin line as Astarion cursed again, kicking against a wayward pile of snow blocking his way. The snow scattered prettily before settling on Astarion’s already-drenched hood. He hissed but refrained from using any more profanities—for the time being, at least.
You wouldn’t be exaggerating when you said the general mood was a little sour on this most festive of days.
For all your Winter Solstice planning, the fact that you two were travellers with no permanent residence to hold an actual celebration in, had somehow eluded you both. It wasn’t anybody’s fault, really. Sometimes, one could miss some crucial details here and there. Things like that happened all the time. No big deal at all. It was fine!
You gave Astarion the side eye as you adjusted the straps of your pack which was stuffed with an ungodly amount of candles and greenery.
By the time you eventually reached an inn, you were cold and miserable. The inn’s soft candlelight dancing behind stained glass windows had guided you through the gathering darkness and you let out a deep sigh of relief when the warmth of its entry hall caressed your frozen skin.
The inn was packed to the brim, the elderly proprietress informed you the moment you walked up to the reception desk—off you go again; there was no need wasting her time.
You took a deep breath before glancing over your shoulder to where Astarion was waiting outside, shivering and unable to cross the inn’s threshold. In your time together with him, you had learned that a dagger usually worked wonders, and it did not disappoint now, either.
The elderly lady stared at the shiny blade you’d rammed into the polished wood of her desk and recalled that the attic was quite available to lodge in after all.
You’d thought so, too, and gave her a courteous nod before taking the key from her.
“It’s cold outside. Would you be so kind and invite my partner in, too?”
The proprietress assured you that it was no problem at all and invited Astarion in oh so enthusiastically.
“All settled,” you said as you held the door open for Astarion a moment later. They were the first words you’d spoken to him in hours but you fell back into thick silence when you stalked up the stairs to your rooms after him.
The attic was a cold, damp and dark place. You’d made do in worse accommodations, though—and the hot bath the proprietress had promised you would make up for it.
To your surprise, Astarion bid you to warm up first.
Although you all but wanted to fall asleep in the blissfully steaming hot water, you washed up quickly. You wouldn’t risk pushing your luck asking for another bath to be drawn but you didn’t want Astarion to soak in cold water, either.
Red-faced and squeaky clean you hurried from the washroom back to the attic. You’d barely made it through the door that Astarion squeezed past you down the attic stairs, leaving you standing alone in the gloomy room.
You knew he was only sulking because nothing had gone as he’d planned once again, but you would be lying if you said you weren’t bothered by the tension between you.
It was the night of the Winter Solstice, after all.
Sighing, you sat down on the old bed, suddenly wishing for a decadently decorated, candle-lit parlour and maybe even some music to dance to. Almost anything would be nicer than this draughty attic room and a frustrated vampire spawn.
Grimacing, you were just about to comb your fingers through your wet hair when your sight fell on a little box resting next to you on the bed. You hadn’t noticed it before but a soft smile was already tugging at your lips when you picked it up.
The box held a dainty pendant necklace with the palest ruby you’d ever seen. It was a subtle little thing—not at all Astarion’s style—but absolutely stunning in your eyes.
You wasted no time putting the necklace on before you rummaged through your pack, looking for some candles. There were enough to light up the damn house, but one or two dozen would do nicely for your purposes.
Over the past few weeks, you’d come up with a spell that lit every candle within a room with nothing but the snap of your finger, so it took no time at all to bathe the attic in soft candlelight.
The evergreens you’d carried around looked a little worse for wear but you covered the narrow windowsill with them anyway before hanging some holly to the shabby bed posts as an afterthought.
The room had turned cosy enough by the time you could hear footsteps behind the door.
Not knowing how you’d received his gift, Astarion entered the room sheepishly enough. He raised an eyebrow at the sight in front of him, but his initial surprise was swiftly masked by a crooked smile.
“You’ve been busy,” he observed, looking around before his gaze settled on you.
He eyed the beautifully embroidered silk robe you’d gotten him as a present for the Winter Solstice. It was a little long for you, but that didn’t really matter—you’d only donned the robe for the purpose of presentation.
“Do you like it?” You asked, stepping closer to him.
Astarion reached for your hand, drawing his thumb over the back of it as he took a better look at the embroidery across your chest—although his eyes stuck to the collarbone that you’d left generously exposed.
“You know, darling” he mused, cocking his head as he cupped your cheek, “Your taste might be a little questionable at times, but…”
Chuckling, you pressed a kiss to the palm of his hand. Leave it to Astarion to insult you to your face and have you thank him for it.
Maybe he did have a point, though; the colour of the robe did clash a little with his crimson eyes…
“But?” You sighed as his hand wandered from your cheek down your throat, brushing against your new necklace before it vanished into your deep, silken cleavage
“But…” Astarion started again, visibly pleased by your reaction to his touch; his gift around your neck.
You didn’t break eye contact when he tugged at the belt of your robe, nor when he circled your waist with his lean arm, pulling you flush against him.
“You do have an exceptional eye for presentation, my love.”
You tilted your head back to welcome his lips on yours.
Astarion’s kiss was deep and sweet at once—intoxicating you like no wine in all the realms ever could.
The silk robe slid down your shoulders with only a little help from Astarion’s nimble fingers; the luxurious fabric pooled around your feet like water.
You cupped the back of Astarion’s neck with your hand, deepening the kiss as he slowly guided you backwards until your legs brushed against the bed frame.
It would be a wondrously long night and it seemed like you would even get to dance together, after all.
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Fast Pace- 7
Also a very Merry Christmas to all those who celebrate! And Free Palestine.
Summary: You're a hard-working Chef in Paris and after a freak accident run-in with Carlos Sainz, your life makes a 180. Let's just say with a certain agreement, you get your bills paid and in return stand in as Carlos' girlfriend for the press. But will you be able to handle the pressure and ensure the lines don't blur?
Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Carlos Sainz x Sugar Baby!Reader
Warnings: I've aged up Carlos, he is 33 in this fic.Smoking, smut, sexual themes, age difference, manipulation, control, slight obsession, tell me if I missed any
Dividers by: @firefly-graphics and @s-silk
Taglist: @httpjeonlicious, @f1lov3r, @messersandmesses, @hollie911, @oriconde08 @thehufflepuffavenger1 @fanboyluvr @thatgirlmj @whyamireadingthis @oriconde08 @depressedriches @roseseraj @skepvids @sain55wifey @distinguishedvoidlady @amatswimming @sachaa-ff @lightdragonrayne @lazybot @dark-night-sky-99 @formula1mount @fangirl-dot-com @saintslewis
Word count: 3,4k
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Part 6~Part 8
Us Weekly:
“Carlos Sainz seen with a new girl on the paddock.”
People Magazine:
“Carlos Sainz’s new girl proves to be a fashion icon.”
Elle Magazine:
“Carlos Sainz seen dancing in the rain with his new girlfriend.”
Cosmopolitan Magazine:
“Is this new girl just a fling or here to stay?”
You can see the news articles flash before you in full HD on the new phone Carlos got you. Fully signed in on everything. Not only that but your Instagram has blown up already. Ten thousand new followers since you last uploaded a picture with you standing by the paddock. You haven’t had time to reply to any comments or new dm’s, because you were on a flight 6 am Monday.
“So, how was your first F1 weekend?” You know its Charles talking to you, but you’d much rather not even open your eyes right now. Eventually, you decide to be courteous, and you see he looks more than excited to talk to you. You gather up all your strength and put on the best smile you can. “It was a lot more fun than I expected. But there was also a lot of sitting around.”
He nods and continues. “Yes, Alexandra usually stays home for most gp’s. She usually only comes for the important ones, like Italy where were going now. It’s strange that Carlos brought you to Zandvoort for your first time.” Your mind feels foggy and thinking of a reason why seems almost useless. Where is Carlos, can’t he do all this for you?
“Yeah um, he was just so excited,” it seems good enough but thinking feels like such a chore. “Are you okay?” He asks, going closer to see if you’re okay. “Yeah, I’m uh fine...It’s just...” just then your saviour comes. Carlos sits down beside you, unaware of the conversation. “Are you not feeling better yet?” Almost instinctively you wrap your hands around his arm.
You wouldn’t usually do this. Normally you’d be more aware of your relationship and making sure Carlos is ready. But right now thinking feels above your capacity. “Is she sick?” Charles asks and Carlos can feel the jealousy grow in his stomach. It takes everything in him not to glare at his teammate or tell him to back off.
“Yeah, smoking withdrawals. I just don’t know what to do to help.” He pulls your hair out of your face. Charles sighs, “I’m sorry mate,” he pats you on the shoulder. “I’ll leave you then and get to know your girl later on.” When Charles is gone, Carlos takes you under the arms and pulls you closer into his arms, cradling you.
“I got you something,” that gets you to look up but what is in his hands disappoint you. It’s a green smoothie and a big sandwich. “You brought me healthy food? You monster,” you groan taking the sandwich from him and taking a big bite. He chuckles but continues to rub circles on your back.
“I don’t like Charles talking to you.” He mumbles, you know he’s talking to himself mostly. “He’s going to talk to me, Carlos. You take me everywhere, and where you go, he goes.” You chuckle, thinking back to the weekend. He only hums as a reply. “I’m sorry that I’m like this. I know you don’t want this.”
You mumble, still enjoying your sandwich, taking sip from your fresh drink. He sighs and shakes his head. “You keep saying that. What on earth do you mean?” There is annoyance in his voice, you can hear it and it makes you stiffen. He’s never been annoyed with you before. “I read a few articles about our...agreement. They all say you daddies want stress-free, low-maintenance always happy girls.”
He scoffs at you, “Siempre tan terca. Do you believe everything they say on the internet?” He asks, now regretting giving you the new phone and unlimited data plan. “So far what they’ve said about you and me has been true.” You shrug, finishing your sandwich as you think back. There were even TikTok's.
“Oh yeah, and what do they say?” He asks, peering down as you finish your drink. “Well, that I’m incredibly fashionable and also a gold digger.” You chuckle watching as he rolls his eyes at you again. Then he stares you down, taking your chin between his fingers. “Didn’t I tell you, mi querida, you and I are more.”
You can see his eyes flicker to your lips, and you’re entranced by his. The silence between you is deafening and you can feel your head spinning. “Can I kiss you?” the words are on the tip of your tongue, but you just don’t have the guts to ask. “I’m sorry you had a bad weekend.” He licks his lips and then takes your empty cup and paper and places it on the table.
Carlos then takes you in his arms again and holds you tight once more. His smell almost seems to get rid of your headache. “It’s alright, this weekend will be better. I’m sure, because then you’ll feel better and you can be by my side. And with you by my side, the world championship will be mine in no time.”
You giggle and curl yourself closer into his side. “Call it my 50%. Being your good luck charm.” He laughs and then pulls you closer to him. “I must warn you my dear, Italy is the home of Ferrari. The Tifosi are...enthusiastic to say the least.” His cheeks almost go pink at the thought of just how excited some of them can be.
“They can’t be that bad...” you mutter, languidly making small circles on his thigh. He laughs, “I mean, without them we wouldn’t have met.” You turn on your back so that you can look up at him. “Was that the screaming I heard that day?” He smirks and nods. “Why were you running from them? And why didn’t you want to tell me then?” You ask, watching his eyes intensely like always.
He leans back, now his hands are in your hair. You can feel your headache dissipating as his big strong hands untangle any knots that hid from you. “Sometimes, I just want to roam the streets of Paris without being bombarded to take photos. And I didn’t tell you because I was scared you might be one of them and have a... similar reaction.”
You can’t help but let out a laugh. “Did it disappoint you when I didn’t fall to my knees and kiss your shoes?” He lets out a sigh at your shenanigans. “It was nice for someone to show me kindness because they are human not because of what I do.” This does make your heart melt; you can’t help yourself.
You let your hands reach up and touch his cheek, letting his scruff tickle your hands. “Tell me, how can I be that person for you? What more can I do for you?” He takes your hand and holds it close before he places a kiss on your palm. “Don’t ever change. Not for me, not for your family, not for your future. Don’t ever let the world take away that smile, or that sprakle in your eyes.”
His words bring tears to your eyes, and you can’t help but use the sleeves of your (his) hoodie to wipe away the forming tears. “Why do you cry, mi amor?” He asks, his brows furrowing to a point between his brows. You can just shake your head. “I’m just emotional, is all.” He shakes his head and the continues massaging your scalp.
“Get some sleep, mi amor.”
You’re awoken by a door opening. Not a plane door, a hotel door. It takes a few moments to realise, but you’re tucked in deep into the soft comforter. The room is dark, and it doesn’t take long for your eyes to get use to the light. Then, you see Carlos coming closer and then squatting down next to the bed.
“Good morning, sleepy head. I was starting to get worried that you’d gotten sick.” He says, pushing the hair out of your face. “Good morning?” You ask, starting to sit up, confused by the dark room. He smirks along with a chuckle. “Shall I open the curtains?” He then stands and you watch him as he walks across the hotel room to the window.
The light floods in and you peak your head back under the covers. “What time is it?” You ask, listening as he walks about. “It’s about 12-ish.” This doesn’t seem so bad, but Carlos said you’d go to the gym as soon as you landed. The realisation causes you to throw the comforter off.
He tsks, coming over and smoothing the furrow between your brows. “Why would you let me sleep that long?” You ask with just a bit of a whine in your tone. “Because you are sick and need the rest.” You huff and push out your bottom lip. “I missed our first gym session,” you whine. For once you were looking forward to it and you can see by his wet hair that he already went and already showered.
After all, you did see the Instagram story he posted on Friday morning. The thought of seeing him hot and sweaty is enough to get your workout shoes on. Again, he tsks and shakes his head. “Not while you’re recovering. You can take a walk, get some fresh air but that is it until you start to feel better.”
Carlos’ voice is stern and leaves no room to argue. For now, you’ll just have to continue keeping a close eye on his Instagram. “I bought something for you.” He smiles, walking over to the bag he had placed on the couch in the hotel room. There is a pep in his step. He brings over two boxes and two bags, both from name brands that you’ve only ever dreamed of owning.
He looks so excited to see you open the boxes and honestly you too are gleaming with elation. The first box is flat and you open it to pull out a beautiful hand spun white boho maxi-dress. “It’s hotter in Italy,” he explains before you open the next box. Its beautiful brown woven sandals to match with the boho effect. Lastly, the bag.
The shopping bag has the unmistakable Prada logo. “You shouldn’t have,” you mutter feeling your heartbeat rise. His glare makes you want to eat your words. You take the bag out as if it is ancient Chinese porcelain. The bag matches perfectly with the sandals. The same brown with the same woven effect.
“Oh, it’s gorgeous Carlos, thank you so much.” You reach over and pull him tight into a hug. You can smell his musky deodorant and it makes you never want to let go. “I saw all these and instantly thought of you.” He smiles and then continues. “Lastly, they made special Ferrari merch for Italy.” He explains, taking out the red, yellow and black shirt. Along with a cap with the same colour theme.
“You like them? They make me think more Spanish flag than Italy. It suits you,” you smirk with a raised brow. Once again reminded by his strong accent. He only shrugs, “Doesn’t really matter if I like them or not. Wear or don’t wear, that’s up to you.” You gasp and this time it’s your turn to scold them.
“No, Carlos. You must stand up for yourself.” He smirks at your reaction and raises his brow. “Is that so? I’ll keep that in mind next time you push out that bottom lip of yours.” He replies, giving your lip a swipe and then going on. “Now go get dressed. We’re going out for brunch; you must be hungry.”
“The view is really beautiful, hold on let me send you guys a photo.” You take a picture from the balcony. In clear view is a beautifully crafted, over 500-year-old church. Not only that but you have a perfectly clear view of the circuit. If you wanted to, you could watch the race from the balcony. Knowing Carlos, he would prefer it so.
“Woah, girl. Isn’t that so cool? In a five-star hotel in Italy right next to the formula one track.” Jasmine says over the phone. You can’t help but chuckle. “How are you feeling?” Ilsa asks, not as impressed by the fancy location. “Better, he’s really been taking good care of me.” You explain thinking back. “Oo, do tell.” It’s Jas again.
“He let me sleep in his arms on the plane and even tucked me in and let me sleep more. He woke me up with gifts,” you can’t talk more before Jasmine demands to know what the gifts are. “He got me this beautiful dress, and brand-new shoes. Both name brand. And you’ll never guess what.” You begin but don’t even allow them to guess. “He got me my very first Prada bag.”
You can hear screaming through the phone while you send them a photo. As well as the Instagram photos Carlos took for you. “He took these photos for you?? Damn girl, he knows all your best angles.” You blush at Jas’ words. “It seems all too good to be true...” Ilsa seems to speak your thoughts out loud.
“Yes, there are some small things that seem a bit odd.” They both go a bit quiet. “Like?” Ilsa asks, and you know this might ring alarm bells for them. “He has these two bodygaurds to follow me everywhere.” You get two wildly different reactions. Jas coos and Ilsa gasps. “And I feel a bit like he’s babying me.”
Ilsa asks for you to explain. “Well he’s working with a dietitian to make sure I get all my daily vitamins, and once I get better, he got me a personal trainer.” They both are dead silent. “That is a bit strange...” This time it’s Jasmine talking. “That doesn’t seem normal at all,” it’s Ilsa talking, and you know she’s right.
“But it’s the terms I agree too so I can’t really say anything about it.” There isn’t much else to be said. “I suppose, but as soon as he crosses a line, you’ll leave him, right?” Ilsa asks and you bite your lip. “That’s the thing. He hasn’t tried to do anything to me, even once. He’s been nothing but kind to me. He keeps saying he and I will become something more but so far it’s only been words.”
They hum as a reply, “Maybe you should make the first move?” Jas suggests and Ilsa scolds her for it. “That’s the thing, I don’t know if I want that. What if it makes things weird between us? What if I do make the first move and that’s all he sees me as after? What if I do make a move and he just wanted someone to talk to and he ditches me?” You can hear your friends roll their eyes at you. “You’re overthinking it, Y/N. If it’s meant to be, it will be. For now, just enjoy the lavish life and look hot. That’s your job.”
The conversation plays in your head over and over. Who is right? Jasmine or Ilsa? Should you just enjoy the luxuries he gives you, or question his actions? Why is he doing all this for you? You read online that Sugar Daddies like to spoil. Take their babies on trips and buy them anything and everything. But do they form diet plans and make sure you get a full 8 hours of sleep?
Do they tuck you into bed at night, and get you medication to help with smoking withdrawals? Do they hire a personal trainer to make sure you stay in healthy body? Do they tell you, you’re their person and promise to visit your family? Are there lines being crossed? Should you be more wary? Or should you just shut up and enjoy it?
You toss and turn at night. It’s already 2 in the morning, Carlos had you going to bed at ten. Like you said, he wants you getting a full night’s rest. You just can’t sleep. Likely due to the withdrawals but also due to the storming thoughts in your mind. And you remember feeling this same way all of last weekend.
The only other thing that got you to sleep last weekend, was Carlos. Being wrapped in his arms and surrounded by his scent. Now that you’re sleeping in separate rooms, would it be weird for you to ask for him to hold you? How weird is that? Would that be considered making the first move? You know for a fact that Carlos would be seething if he found out you didn’t sleep at all.
You open the door, there are different bodyguards here. Likely the night shift and it feels so eerie to have them standing there. There aren’t even any by his door and you know other drivers are staying here and you haven’t seen them have any bodyguards. “Um, excuse me?” You grab their attention, but they don’t seem to notice.
“Do you maybe have a keycard for Carlos’ room?” The taller of the two reaches into his breast pocket, pulls out a keycard and then hands it to you. “Thank you,” you smile up at him but get little reaction. You keep across the hall and open his door with a click.
His room is the same as yours, but reversed. You can see from here that he is sound asleep. You can feel a pang of guilt hit you at just the thought of waking him up for something this silly. He looks so peaceful, not stressed, or anxious about his future. No he seems entirely at content to be drifting away in Dreamland.
Do you really have to wake him? Can't you just return? It's a nice thought, but you can't help but remember last weekend. You were too exhausted to even enjoy the energy and the surrealism of the moment. You spent most of the time as a zombie in Carlos' room. And when the actual finished, you had been sitting in the garage and only registered when Carlos came up to you.
Needless to say he was furious when he found out truly just how little you slept. And how well you hid it from him. You'd gotten use to putting up a smile and hiding the exhaustion from the people most important to you. He told you that your health was on the same level of priority as his racing to him. Which, honestly, blew your mind.
Your health has always been on the back burner. Something you'll worry about when you have more money and more time. Now you have an abundance of both and still can't help but ignore it. Because if you adress it, it makes it real.
Now, as you stand besides his bead, you can't help but feel like a child. Is that how he sees you? As a responsiblity he's here to dress and take care of? Is that why he won't kiss you? Why his touch is soft and gentle and never show anything more than worry?
If you leave now, you know for a fact those goons outside your door will definitely tell him. Likely, they would tell him that you didn't sleep too. Just do it! You had practiced the words so well before. This is the first time you've truly wanted for something. He's taken care of everything else before you could even think about it. But now you have to ask him for something.
You gently tap his arm, no reaction. He must be a deep sleeper. This time you shove a bit harder, it's difficult to see exactly what you're shoving especially with the black out curtains. This time, however, he does stir and you can only assume awoke when words spill from his mouth.
“What is wrong, mi dulce chica?” He asks, already his hand gently caressing your arm. You take a deep breath in and try not to think of your next words too much. “Daddy, I can't sleep.” You can't see his reaction but soon after he opens up the duvet and his arms. Queuing for you to join him.
This. This is exactly what you needed. He cradles your head between his arms. Your knees pressed between his legs. You body perfect matching his. That small. The smell of a hot summer day. Of his musky deodorant and what you can only describe as a day in the beach. If you could bottle his scent, you're certain you'd make millions.
You had so many questions that you wanted to ask him. But now as you're cuddled in his arms, your thoughts just melt away. Into a nice and warm sheen over your body. Sleep comes easy.
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Best Birthday Ever...
Sumary: You and Riki have been best friends sence childhood, but one day...you had a sirious talk with him, you had to go back to Korea, but...Riki wasnt happy...
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: None
"Y-Y/n a-are you being serious?!"
*the young boy asked, feeling heart broken at the tought of you leaving him behind, he couldnt bealive you would do something like that to him, so many years spend together....wasted like this? No! No, he wasnt gonna alow this to happen, he will do anything, to not let you go*
"Yes Riki....i am sorry"
*you replied as you gulped trying to hold back your tears from spiling, it was hard for both of you, and you didnt wanna leave, but because of your parents business it is what it is...*
"When are you leaving?"
*Riki said as he tried to regain his composure to not look weak, but he will sure miss you a lot*
"T-tomorow.."
*You replied as you tried to sound normal but, everithing was compleatly oposite, this situation was everithing but normal, it broke you in milion peaces both you and Riki, but especialy him, when he heard this, he got so sad, but...also mad?*
"A-are you sirious y/n?, why didnt you tell me earlier, you have to be kidding!"
*He said in clearly annoyed and frustrated tone, obviously not being happy about the informations last minute*
"AI know Riki, I am in wrong for not telling you first but I just had no time.."
*Riki got frustrated now*
"No time? Are you being si-"
*you cut him off not wanting to continue the argument as you had things to do*
"Yes...i am sirous, I need to go and pack now...airport tomorow 10am.."
*you said as you turned your back and left*
(Time skip, tomorow, airport)
*As Riki watched you board the plane, he waved you a goodbye with heavy heart, as you boarded and the plane took of, he silently stood there lost in tought, soon enough he came to his sences and went back home*
*Years passed, you two kept in touch, little by little. Today was Riki's birthday, but he eventualy stoped celebrating sence as he said 'its not it without you' but this birthday, was gonna be diferent, his mom woke him up and said they are gonna have a special guest, Riki wondered who could it be, maybe his grandparents? He didnt see them in a while now*
*Rikis lowly entered the living room with his mom, but then someone knocked...but...he recognized that signature knocking...it was y/n, he ran to the door and opened, and yes...it was you, he asked no questions and wasted on time hugging you as his tears flowed down his cheek*
"I missed you, I missed you so bad"
*you chuckled as you spoke up and handed him the big cake*
"Happy birthday Nix"
*he chuckled and took the cake quickly putting it on the kitchen counter, as he let you inside imeadetly leading you to the living room, and making you tell him everithing that happened over the years.*
*As you enxchanged your stories, laughs, jokes, and shed some tears, then Riki spoke up*
"y/n i love you...and..i think you already knew this..but I wanted to tell you my self..*
*you imeadetly chuckled cuping his cheeks and kissing him savouring the moment. This felt so good for both of you, a special moment we wont forget, never, after the kiss, you two cuddled on the couch as Riki mumbled to him self*
"Best birthday ever...."
A/n: Helloooo, so i am super nervous right now, dont judge me! This is my first ff, and I dont think I did that bad, right???😭 And actualy, judge me please I want to improve a lot, so thank you for any judgment, just no hate please!
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This stinks to high heaven, or Jannah, or Valhalla, or whatever makes you happy
My big sister is gay. I was the first person she came out to when we were kids, not quite 20 yet. I care deeply about her. And as I matured + unlearned much of my ingrained adolescent homophobia, with my sister’s help, I have come to care deeply about the LGBTQ community. Even the white ones, and all the other non-Black ones too
I’m trying really hard to imagine hearing about something like the Pulse nightclub shooting and somehow not caring about some of the non-Black victims because they might not have shared my exact political beliefs. I can’t. I can’t imagine not caring. Not caring because of something so trivial by comparison of being murdered by a crazy person in cold blood.
Look, I guess at some point either you care about people or you don’t. And if you’re able to turn off who you feel sorrow for based on their race, religion or ideology, then I don’t know what to tell you. I don’t know how to relate to you.
I’ve been trying not to post too TOO much about some specifics of what’s happening in Palestine and Israel, but I’m sorry: I feel bad for the innocent children and civilians who were murdered in cold blood in Israel. I know that the “any means” tankies crowd wants everyone to ignore their deaths (or worse celebrate their deaths), but I guess I’m not built that way.
Some of those people murdered at the concert, for example, were not only innocent civilians, but they were also pro-Palestinian activists who spent their time working for peace. I shed tears hearing their family members talking about them. Hamas murdered Holocaust survivors, ffs.
I absolutely can understand Jewish people feeling uneasy right now. They lost a ton of noncombatant civilians —not to mention children. And oh yeah, antisemitism has been at an all time high, unfortunately, just like Islamophobia is about to be. Again.
I might be wrong, but I honestly just do not think that Hamas did Palestinians any favors.
Yes, yes, I dO understand that violence is always a necessary part of freedom and decolonization.
“Nobody in the world, nobody in history, has ever gotten their freedom by appealing to the moral sense of the people who were oppressing them.” —Assata Shakur
So I’m a big podcast listener (helps occupy my mind whenever I’m working on long tedious projects), and I was listening to one where they interviewed a Jewish soldier who was recently activated, but he was out of Israel and had to fly back. He said something like, “If they had only attacked military targets, then I would get it. We got caught with our pants down, and all is fair in love and war, right? But the mass slaughter of civilian families, women and children is the reason I’m going back.”
I wanted to reach through my phone and ask him about Israel preparing to do exactly the same thing to Palestinians in retaliation, but alas I guess I just sounded like a crazy person yelling to himself in my office.
And yeah, before you read too much further, please understand that I dO support the fuck outta Palestine. Let me be unequivocal here: Israel is in the wrong. Israel has oppressed Palestinians for decades. For actual generations.
Remember when Israel literally bulldozed over a woman to build more houses in Gaza?
Yeah, seriously heinous shit, right?
And we don’t actually have a solid count for all the innocent murdered Palestinian civilians who were living in apartment buildings that Israel has been bombing to smithereens for the past few days. I understand that Israel and the West would have us believe that everyone in Gaza is a terrorist and nobody is an innocent civilian, but hopefully, if you’re reading this, YOU know better than that.
But that said ….. I cannot get with tankies—who, safe and sound in their homes, not being perpetually bombed—want to sound “hard” on social media, and make no distinctions with the people who were just minding their own fucking business at a goddamn concert. I think about all of the mass shootings in America (movie theaters, grocery stores, night clubs, concerts, schools, office buildings, etc) and I just cannot imagine justifying or excusing ANY of them because of the shooter’s “ideology.” I know it’s not an apples-to-apples comparison, but it’s close enough.
“If they were on colonized land then they deserved to die” is one hell of a fucked up take. The slippery slope is that if any of our loved ones are gunned down by “freedom fighters,” then we should just be happy for “the cause” and not shed any tears, because ALL of us deserve to die in America and other Western countries, because we’re all living on colonized land.
I cannot even begin to explain how flawed and fucked up that so-called reasoning is.
You have to have some fucking lines and boundaries.
We don’t just do a shoulder shrug when children are murdered in cold blood—and no, I’m not talking about the 40 babies allegedly beheaded, I’m just talking about the little toddlers who were shot through walls and died, and the elderly and disabled who were shown being dragged away. Yeah, I feel sorry for them too. And I won’t apologize for that.
Rape is wrong. All the time. Under all circumstances. Even when it’s happening to people who you don’t like.
Murdering children is wrong. All the time. Under all circumstances. Even when it’s the children of people who you don’t like.
Do I really need to spell this shit out? JFC.
If you don’t care about any of this because you’re “down for the cause,” then you. are. lost. Like really and truly lost. You aren’t a radical. You’re a fanatic. And hopefully you won’t be in a position to ever receive the fanatical Karma that you’re asking for.
Anyway…
I am on the side of Palestine in all of this. They never deserved to be oppressed by Israel or anyone.
Innocent Palestinian women and children are dying as you’re reading this. I’m shedding tears for them too. They’ve been going through this for way too long. That fact alone is beyond being a tragedy.
Palestine has already suffered and will suffer 10 times more than all of the civilians and noncombatants who were tragically murdered in Kfar Aza.
As always, my usual reminders:
The Holocaust happened
Antisemitism is real
Hamas ≠ Palestine
Israel is an apartheid state
Collective punishment is a war crime
Benjamin Netanyahu is a war criminal
You can support Palestine without being antisemitic
Free Palestine 🇵🇸
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Daemon Targaryen x queen!OC (Oneshot)
A/N: Guys, Well as I saw you liked the last Daemon ffs I tried another one. I have to warn you: I cried at the end. Anyways: Hope ya enjoy it. Have a good Night/evening/day!
Spoilers for House of the Dragon!
Warnings: fluff, mentions of death, mentions of death, swearing
Words: 1140
She looked up at the sky. A red monster flows over her head and roars. At one point, she could see the rider. As she knew, it was Caraxes, the Dragon from Daemon Targaryen.
Her sister stepped next to her.
"Impressive, isn´t it?"
"Yeah."
"We will soon be docking in the port of King's Landing. Please guard the door to the throne room, take ten of your best men with you, and make sure no one comes in."
"What if he comes in?"
She nodded with her chin right into the sky. Her sister smirked.
"Then let him in."
She laughed.
"You like him."
"No"
Her sister blushed.
"Emilia, you, the Queen of everything, likes a Prince of the House Targaryen. THAT´S Impressive."
Emilia shook her head.
"And you are horrible."
She chuckled and moved down along the ship.
They docked ten minutes later in the port of King´s Landing. Both sisters were impressed. It was huge. Emilia got greeted by the King's assistant. She followed her with ten of her best men.
They arrived in front of the Throne hall. She stopped in front of the door. Emilia got in.
"Why aren´t you inside? I mean, you are the princess."
Her best friend and equally commandant of the army asked her.
"That´s true. But she is the Queen. Do you remember the Prophecy? One a soldier and one a queen. Believe me, I am not a Queen. I would lead the whole country into war."
He smiled at her.
The sound of Steps rose on the right side. Their heads flow around and looked at the point where it came from. Only the shadow appeared first, but then a body followed. It was him. Daemon fucking Targaryen. Her sister would freak out.
The commandant stopped him.
"We shouldn´t let anyone inside."
"I am a prince."
He rolled his eyes and held out a hammer.
"I just defeated Drahar. Just open the damm door."
She stepped next to her best friend and interrupted their conversation.
"Do it. My sister allowed it."
The commandant nodded and opened the door with crunched eyebrows.
"Thanks, My Lord and My Lady."
He smiled at her and got inside.
The wedding of one of her best friends since childhood was celebrated. Rhaenyra was beautiful this evening. She could see the smile in her eyes. She was happy.
She stood once again at the door. This time with a whole armor and her sword at her left side. Ten of her best soldiers were distributed in the hall. Everyone was focused on that what happens. A wedding is a good place to kill a queen.
She smiled as her sister came around with a cup of wine.
"Here for you."
"You know I am at work. I can´t."
"She is your best friend since childhood. Take it. This is a command from your Queen."
She took the cup and sipped at it.
"Horrible."
Her sister laughed.
"You know when I was younger I always thought that I am beautiful. That sounds curious I know. But today I know what is beautiful. The way he is looking at you. Take him. I will get better options."
She crunched her eyebrows and looked at her sister.
"Do you have a fever?"
"No, my dear. Look at him and the way he is looking at you then you know what I mean."
She looked over to the huge table and saw him staring at her. As she catched his view, he smiled.
"Drink your wine and go fuck him."
She blushed.
"He knows what he wants. Trust me."
They got interrupted by a Lord from somewhere in Westeros.
She tried to ignore him but she couldn´t. She couldn´t resist the urgent feeling to look at him. He was beautiful. His eyes and his face. Simply everything on him was perfect.
When her transfer came, she had to tear herself away from his gaze.
Down in the dark halls, she could hear the voices of the people.
After a few moments, she could hear steps behind her.
A body pressed her against the next wall.
"My Lady."
She recognized the voice, it was him: Daemon Targaryen.
"My Lord, normally I would bow but I can´t."
She could see that his lips lifted.
"You have sarcasm. That´s fine."
"What do you want?"
As she said that she felt his warm lips on hers. She could feel his hands through her armor and how they hold her at her shoulders. She could feel how his lips parted and how his tongue slipped into her mouth. She could feel the urgency in this kiss. She could feel his desire. And all that he gave her, she gave back. She moved her hands into his neck and pulled him closer. His hands trailed down her shoulders towards her waist.
She interrupted the kiss.
"That was…"
"Yeah."
He leaned his forehead against hers.
"My Lady, I know that´s a little earlier, but your sister probably hasn´t told you. But we will marry soon. I know it is surprising, but my brother decided that. I heard your stories before. When I was younger I dreamed about being in your Queens Guards. You know when I first saw you I knew all the stories were true. Every little piece. Every fairytale about you and your sister. That´s impressive. So let me ask you this once? Do you wanna marry me?"
His hands were on her waist and he looked into her eyes. His right hand brushed through her hair.
She smiled and rubbed his cheek with her left hand. Her eyes softened. She nodded.
"Yes. Yes, I wanna marry you. But first, let us enjoy this evening."
He nodded and kissed her neck.
So the evening moved on.
For both of them, was it a long night.
A few weeks later they got married.
She got pregnant after two months.
She born a son.
He couldn´t be prouder of his wife.
Two years after the birth of their son, she received a message.
It was the message of the death of her sister.
She traveled back to Emilia's funeral.
She promised him not to die.
Two weeks later, the message that she got hurt arrived in Kings Landing.
Months went on, and nobody knew anything.
Ten months later, the message of her death arrived.
Daemon was at her side as she died.
He holds her hand till the end.
Her last words were:
"I love you till the end."
The promise they gave each other at the wedding.
As she closed her eyes, he started to cry.
He was never the same again.
He cared a lot about their son and promised to show him the world. As he did.
But he always saw her in his face.
So she was always with him till the end.
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FF where they have a Halloween ball /dance at hogwarts?
Pixie Lips by hayjames - T, 3 chapters - “I didn’t want to believe it. Hermione Granger, our perfect golden girl, capable of such manipulation. I’m sure your Gryffindor pals were positively roaring at my expense.” - Hogwarts is embracing some Muggle traditions, but when identities are concealed at the All Hallows’ Eve Ball, the aftermath may be the scariest of them all. Seventh Year AU.
Breath Mints / Battle Scars by Onyx_and_Elm - E, 51 Chapters - For a moment, she’s almost giddy. Because Draco Malfoy’s been ruined by this war and he’s as out of place as she is and — yes, he has scars too. He’s got an even bigger one. She wonders whether one day they’ll compare sizes.
All Hallows’ Eve By: MirroredSky - M, 2 chapters - It’s the night of October 31st. Invitations have been sent and accepted. Costumes are required and debauchery is encouraged. Ghostly delights emerge at every turn. Greatest fears are waiting to be uncovered. And Draco Malfoy is behaving inexplicably as always.
Something Wicked by astorianox - T, 5 chapters - Halloween 1998, the first since Voldemort’s demise. Hogwarts celebrates it’s first annual costume ball. Hermione has returned to Hogwarts, so has Malfoy who’s become some sort of wallflower. Despite it being Hermione’s favorite time of year, she’s distracted by Malfoy’s odd reclusiveness. Perhaps someone spiked the cider, but something’s definitely brewing between the pair.
The Masquerade by R.caseyseale - T, one shot - Draco decides to use the Halloween Masquerade Ball at Hogwarts as his chance to finally pursue the girl he has secretly liked for two years, Hermione Granger. This fanfic was the winner of the best overall and best feels award on the platform 9 ¾ October one shot fan fic writing contest! Thanks to Ariel riddle for the cover art!
The Samhain Ball by KittyleFay - E, one-shot - As Hogwarts hosts a masked ball for Samhain, Draco seeks solace from his boredom in a particularly extraordinary witch…and he has no idea who she is.
-Lisa
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R is a naturally reactive person, I feel bad because the things people say about her are really nasty so I understand why she feels the way she does (always with her guard on) sadly social media and especially Twitter (or X) is a cesspool of miserable people complaining about everything and anyone. Seriously the negativity there is off the charts, and now with el*n taking over it became the perfect place for raging racists and incels to be (seriously the way the harass and mock woc celebrities like Halle, Zendaya and ofc R is really disheartening) Sadly idt the hate is going to stop anytime soon cause she keeps giving them ammunition. I love her tweets cause she's very insightful and quirky and she has my type of humor so I enjoy her content but my head hurts everytime I see her responding to hate when she could just ignore and block, those keyboard warriors are losers while she's literally a young award winning actress ffs!
Also I don't understand why T would get any hate for defending R?? by starters he's not working with her anymore so he's not going to post her on his IG promoting his work from now on, and secondly , yeah R might have an annoying fixation with responding hate comments but NO ONE deserves to be dogpilled the way she is for literally breathing
1. R is very reactive. Social media allows everyone to react in a split second which is why she should leave Twitter. Ayo Edebiri left Twitter (publicly, at least) because she used to be very responsive to fans and has thrived ever since she left.
2. R can stay on social media but she needs to use it wisely. That’s why I suggest her to not respond to hate and limit comments. Margot Robbie left social media too. Sometimes it’s just a smart thing to do.
3. No one said T would get hate for defending R? And he shouldn’t defend her which is what the anon was talking about. That’s the boar’s job actually. And he’s failed to do it. Even Halle B’s sperm donor defended her recently and he’s the bottom of the barrel too.
4. No one deserves to get dog piled on and that’s exactly my point. She can’t do anything about it except protect her own peace which she hasn’t been doing. Does T Swift deserve hate for existing? Nope! Is she protecting her own peace by ignoring people and not responding to hate that will always be there? Yup! T Swift got massive hate just for supporting that dumb jock at his job and did that stop her from going to his games? No! R needs to live her life offline. Is it fair she’s getting hate? Of course not. But she needs to learn to not care and be truly unbothered.
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Room Service ❗️18+❗️
Chris Evans x Ma!e Reader
❗️THIS IS MY FIRST STORY SO GO EASY ON ME❗️
⚠️Warning⚠️: Contains Mature Content
❗️18+❗️only please.
Working as room service for the most prominent hotel company in Hollywood has some ups and downs. Like for instance, you get to see all your favorite movie stars, but you have to deal with those celebrities who are secretly douche-bags. You can get the gossip on their upcoming films, but are literally at their beck and call.
FF to present day, 8:30 pm
You arrive at work at 8:30 on the dot, per usual. Though working nights doesn’t bring many celebrities in, you don’t mind the quietness. All you have to do is wait at the front desk and answer the phone for room service.
RING RING RING…RING RING RING
You pick up the phone.
Y/N: “Thank you for calling room service, how may I assist you this evening?” You say in an enthusiastic tone.
Unknown: “Uh, yeah hi. Um- I’m just gonna need an extra pillow for room 601.” A vaguely familiar voice says.
Y/N: “No problem sir, that will be right up” you say, setting the phone back on the bace.
Y/N: “Why does he sound so familiar?” You ponder.
Grabbing the pillow from the supply closet, you head towards room 601. You arrive on the floor after taking the elevator, to realize it’s a single room floor.
Y/N: “Damn now I wanna know who this is” you think to yourself.
You walk to the door that reads a sign, saying 601.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Y/N: “ROOM SERVICE!” You yell.
Unknown: “COME IN”
You open the door and walk down a short hallway to the bedroom. You see that the door is ajar and continue to walk in.
Y/N: “I brought the pillow you ca-“ you stop mid sentence.
From your experience at working for this company, nothing has prepared you for what you see. That mysterious man on the other end of the line is no other than Chris Evans. But the surprising part wasn’t that it was the Chris Evans, it was that he was lying down on the bed and wasn’t wearing pants. All he had on was a small white t-shirt and a tight pear of red briefs, clearly outlining his enormous bulge.
Chris: “The pillow I called about” he finishes.
Y/N: “Um- the uh- yeah pillow!” you spit out, stuttering after every word.
Chris gets up from his place in bed and slowly walks towards you. You freeze in place, and can’t help but stare at the amazing figure ahead of you. The way his legs move, accentuating the bulge in his briefs. The way the t-shirt he wears doesn’t fit his enormous shoulders and arms. And his face, the way he says so much without speaking. He stops, leaving only little room between you and him. You still frozen can’t muster up anything to say, and just stand there. He grabs the pillow from your hand, and throws it on the bed.
Chris: “You know, it’s bad manners for me to let you leave without a tip”
Y/N: “I-“
Chris leans his face down, and begins to lock lips with yours. You feel his tongue touch yours while he kisses you, and you let out a moan. The warmth of his mouth making you want more. Chris begins to move backwards towards the bed with your lips still touching, and sits down. You pause and take your shirt and pants off, leaving you in your underwear. Chris begins to slide his briefs off, and you watch in awe to finally see his dick out of his shorts. The sheer size of it, measuring towards the 8 inch mark. The trail of hair leading to the beautiful piece of meat. He was perfect in every way. You lower yourself to the ground, and bend over Chris’s legs and begin to take it in. You start at the tip, licking your way around. Chris lays back and grips the cotton sheets of the bed tightly. You slowly begin to take more and more of his dick, as Chris lets out the most beautiful moans you have never heard before. After reaching down, you feel his pre cum drip down your throat, and taste the salty liquid. Chris moves his hands from the bed to your head, and starts moving you up and down like a kebab. He moans so loudly it makes you thankful you’re on a floor alone with him. Feeling his dick start to pulse, you deepthroat his cock until it reaches the back of your throat and hold it there.
Chris: “I’m- gonna- cu- ccu-“
Before he can even finish, he fills your throat with his hot semen and pulls out, where his dick continuously spews his cum everywhere in the room like an out of control water fountain. When he finally stops, he flips over on his stomach and arches his back. You slip your underwear off and hop on the bed.
Y/N: “This may tickle” you say to him.
Chris: “come in me. Just come inside already baby”
You spit on your finger tip and begin to shove it in Chris’s tight asshole.
Chris: “OOH” he moans. “More”
You stick a second finger in, making him practically scream. You adjust your dick and tease him by rubbing your dick around his hole.
Chris: “Put it in me” he begs you.
You comply, and proceed to jam your cock in his ass and thrust back and forth. Both of you moan, and you grip his back. You let your load go in his ass, filling him completely with your warm cum. You pull out. And lie on your back. Chris gets up, and stands over your body.
Chris: “Eat it” he commands.
You watch as his body gets lowered over you, and how his ass slowly makes it to your face. You grab his cheeks with your hands and open them up, where you rim him with your tongue. As you rim him, you feel Chris playing with your dick, making you stick your tongue through his ass, to where he moans uncontrollably. His wet ass makes you hornier than ever, making your dick more erect. Chris then moves his ass out of your face and rotates to sit on your dick. You see him get lower and lower until you feel yourself enter him. He then continuously bounces up and down making you loose it. You can’t help but to moan and continue to pump your semen into his ass. Grabbing on his muscles, Chris sits up and lifts your legs on his shoulders. He then slowly inserts his cock into your ass and thrusts you against the bed. Grabbing on to anything, you and Chris both moan until you feel him cum inside of your ass. He pulls out his soaked cock and lies on you, beginning to kiss you, when you both fall asleep.
FF to the next day, 9:10 am
You wake up to see Chris besides you with his dick still hanging out. You put some clothing on and head downstairs to pick up the continental breakfast. You load up your plate with chocolate chip pancakes, scrambled eggs, toast, bacon, and pastries from the kitchen and head back to his room. You wait for him to wake up and enjoy the plate of food together.
Working at this hotel has been your best experience throughout your life. Maybe it’s because of all the really rich and famous people you meet, or maybe it’s because when you have nights, you always get a call about room 601 needing another pillow.
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omg some hurt comfort with any of the five characters (it’s your choice) and " hey... you've been crying. " i’d eat it up i tell ya
A/N: okay, so i went with bucky bc ngl i'm currently fawning over him right now. so this is the first ever bucky fic i've posted so pls be nice sksksk. also, another love confession made it into this one sksk. hope you like it @annab-nana !! <3
bucky barnes x avenger!fem!reader | wc: 2k…blurb she said | best friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, canon typical trauma of being a hero™️ | prompt in bold!
The early hours in the compound's gym had always brought some sort of peace. It was empty and quiet, undisturbed.
Although it was a false sense of quietness if it came in the form of raw knuckles hitting worn-down leather, the faint song of crickets, the chains rattling on the ceiling, and the deep harsh breaths that accompanied each jab and left hook, a kick and a blowing right hand, another punch that had your already split skin stinging at the impact.
Because inside your head was anything but peaceful.
With narrowed eyes and gritted teeth, you twisted on your heel and swung behind you, only for your fist to be caught midair.
You knew it was a conscious decision on his part, always careful and wary about his own superhuman strength, doubled down around you. But still, you were thankful enough that Bucky blocked your punch with his calloused and warm palm. Because if it were cold and silver, you would've fractured your entire hand.
If the punching bag hadn't done that already.
"I told you not to sneak up on me," you stated lowly, chest heaving.
"I didn't." Bucky raised a brow. "I called your name twice."
You didn't hear him. Too distracted by your rage and guilt paired with the audibly loud abuse you'd inflicted on the punching bag.
Bucky looked at your fist, still enclosed in his much larger hand and frowned.
"Where are your gloves?"
"Didn't feel like wearing any." You shrugged, pulling your hand away and shaking it off nonchalantly as if your knuckles weren't already swollen.
Bucky glanced to where your blood had colored his skin.
You turned towards the bag, flexing your fingers to get back into it only for a whole mass of muscles and super soldier serum to block your way.
"That's enough," he said firmly, but the concern in his eyes was unmistakable.
With clenched fists and a sharp glare, you gritted, "Nobody tells me what to do, Barnes."
"You're hurting yourself."
"I don't fucking care."
"I do."
That crumbled your resolve a little—only a little, since anger and grief were still boiling rampant in your veins.
"Out of my way. James."
"No."
"Fine!" you growled, pushing at his chest, frustration misplaced. "Fight me then!"
Bucky's tall stature remained unfazed, eyes carefully roaming your features before they softened.
"Hey…" he whispered, fingertips akin to feathers as he caressed your glistening cheeks. The lines were too carefully drawn for them to be sweat. "You've been crying."
You didn't know if it was his touch, his voice, his cerulean eyes, staring at you with such softness and care or everything all at once. But it drained the adrenaline out of your body, taking with it your heart as it fell on the floor.
Your exhaustion came in a sweeping wave as your lips trembled, your body slumping forward, falling into Bucky's already open arms.
He pulled you into his chest with a sigh, "Come on. Let's take care of those hands before they get infected."
•••
The silence that hung between you and Bucky as he cleaned your wounds wasn't deafening, but it also wasn't comfortable.
You didn't know how much of it he knew, the reason for the gnawing guilt that made sleep evade you like the plague.
"Steve won't tell me what happened on the mission, and I'm not going to force you to talk if you don't want to," he said as if he read your mind. After wrapping both your hands with the bandage, he carefully held it in his, a barely there squeeze as he tried to meet your eyes. "But I'm here, doll."
Like a dam that gave way to too much pressure, too many cracks in the foundation, you broke.
Bucky sighed as he scooped you into his arms, your legs draped over his thighs as means to keep you closer, shielded, safe.
You gripped the fabric of his shirt, tight fists resting on his back as you buried your face into his neck, tears staining his skin.
He gently rocked you as a means of comfort, hands rubbing circles on your back, one warm, one cold as he pressed his lips against your temple. But he didn't say anything. He simply waited, already knowing that you'd talk to him when you were ready.
It made it so much easier to do so, knowing that he was always all ears during moments you needed him to be.
"T-There's a little girl…during the rescue mission," you whispered, voice shaky, though with the kiss on your forehead, you knew he heard. "She's ten, got separated from her parents during the commotion and–she's very chatty, feisty, said she could take out the bad guys once she gets big enough but she never let go of my hand as we made our way back to the Helicarrier," you chuckled softly, smile falling as buried your face further into his chest.
Bucky wrapped one arm around your shoulder, the other on your waist, holding you close with a reassuring squeeze.
"Then t–there was an explosion and I—" you choked back a sob. "We got separated and when I found her again she was just gaining consciousness b–but then the concrete behind her started to collapse and I-I ran to her as fast as I could—God I just wanted to grab her so it wouldn't fall on her. I didn't care if it ended up being me but I just…" You lifted your head to look at Bucky with teary eyes, voice broken, bottom lip trembling. "I wasn't fast enough."
He frowned, hands cupping your face, thumbs brushing away as much of your tears as he could.
You shook your head with a choked sob, eyes squeezing shut. "H-Her scream, Buck…I-I can't get it out of my head.
"Steve had to come and h-help lift the debris and I just—I just watched. N-Now, she's in a coma and the doctors said s-she might not walk again or-or wake up and it's all my fault."
"Hey, no, it's not, doll," Bucky protested determinedly. "You did what you could."
"But it wasn't enough," you sniffled, gaze falling on your lap in shame. "I-I felt so helpless w-watching her get carried on a stretcher. It felt like whatever I do, it will never be enough because if I couldn't save her then…how can I save anyone else?"
"You've done more than enough," Bucky argued vehemently. "You've saved a lot of people's lives and not just civilians. You've saved lives at the expense of your own. That bullet you took for Nat when she was down and defenseless, the way you dragged Sam out of the enemy fire even though you've rendered yourself vulnerable.
"I mean, think about what you've done for me alone. The sleep you've lost just to be there for me when things get rough, the patience and care you have for me, just— " Bucky took a breath. "Think about all the things you've done for a man who frankly doesn't deserve any of it."
Your eyes snapped up to meet his. "You do, Buck, I—"
"My point is," he hummed, holding your face in his hands, the deep blue of his irises coated with sincerity. "You've saved me in more ways than I could ever imagine, Y/N, not just out there on the field, but by being there for me too. I can't thank you enough for it.
"And when that little girl wakes up, she's going to be forever grateful that you saved her life. Because you did, despite everything else, you did save her."
"B-But what if it happens again?" you whispered worriedly. "And t-this time, it would be worse."
"There's this kid from Brooklyn, smart but a pain in my ass sometimes, a bit patriotic, self-sacrificial, and who I trust and care about. I think you know him," Bucky said, tapping your nose, making your lips quirk slightly with the softest chuckle. He smiled proudly at that. "Kid said something about this job, and how we try to save as many people as we can. But, we can't always save everybody—"
"And if we can't find a way to live with it, maybe nobody gets saved," you finished, smiling sadly. "I heard that speech, too."
Bucky nodded. "You make such a huge difference in the field that when you're not out there, people are going to notice. You bring the best out of the team, doll. You bring the best out of me," he paused, taking your hands in his. "But, there's also nothing wrong with being on the bench for a little while. Because I think it's also time for you to be selfish for once, put yourself first."
"I just—I don't think I can trust myself again. I'm not a hero, Buck, not after what happened," you admitted, voice dejected as that barbed-wired guilt curled around your heart. "I mean, hell, I don't have superpowers. If I had, s-she would've been fine."
"So, there's also this girl," Bucky started, thumb caressing your cheek, smile soft as he held your gaze, "who's definitely one of the bravest people I know, smart and a smartass, kind, sweet, selfless. She cares so deeply for other people that sometimes, she forgets to care for herself. And she has impeccable taste in music and tv shows." He winked before his face softened. "She told me, our past mistakes don't define who we are, but what we do about it, does. And she's right, she always is. I should listen to her more often."
You chuckled softly, shaking your head at him throwing your own words back at you.
"But then she'd argue how it wasn't even my mistake to begin with, that it was HYDRA, it wasn't my fault. She's so stubborn about it, willing to fight who thinks otherwise, hell, she'd even fight me on it sometimes and I…" he took a breath, gaze never leaving yours as he said, "I love her for it."
"Bucky…" you whispered, eyes glossing but for a different reason this time.
"I thought after…everything, I wouldn't be able to feel those emotions again, too messed up, too broken. I mean, how could I when I barely even like myself? But you changed that, Y/N. Not only did you make me believe I can love again, but you also made me want to learn to give myself that kindness, too," he said, lips curved into that precious smile only you got the pleasure of seeing. "If you don't think that's some kind of superpower on its own, then how about the way you care so much for other people? It inspires the team—it inspires me to do the best I can to save everyone. You don't need some kind of superhuman strength or magical abilities to be an important member of the team because you're the heart of it. And that's powerful enough."
"I think I made you watch too many romcoms," you chuckled tearily, pressing your forehead against his, heart warm and aching as you looked at the man who'd stolen your heart without much effort involved.
It was just easy with Bucky.
He laughed, "Maybe. But it's a good manual on how to get the girl. My manual is a little bit outdated nowadays," he joked, nudging the tip of his nose with yours, a nervous glint in his eyes. "I'm not sure if it's working yet, though."
You tilted your head with a giggle and pressed your lips on his. You felt his whole body relax, a sigh tickling your cheek as he cupped the nape of your neck, head tilting to pull you that much closer. Coolness wrapped around your waist, one that was welcomed—needed, even, as you snaked your arms around his broad shoulders.
It was careful yet sweet, simple but laced with all the emotions your words could never justify—gratitude, longing, adoration, love.
"You've always had me, Bucky," you whispered once you pulled away.
There was a shyness in his eyes, tongue darting out as if to savor the taste of your lips for one more moment, as he asked, so softly, "Can you…can you say it?"
"I love you," you said without hesitation, fingers tracing his jaw. "All of you."
Bucky responded by pulling you back in for another kiss, one that assured you that, even though this job wasn't easy, you both would be alright.
As long as you have each other to lean on.
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I’m not new to the 911 fandom, this is my third, if we don’t count 2020 winter hiatus, and it was never so calm, just think about last year the billions ff, and fan videos about eddie leaving, or the multitude of buddie Christmas ff, now everything is almost silent. We can say 911 it’s not the buddie show, and it’s true, but buddie was a very strong driving force to watch it, with the almost 0 scenes of 6a, a lot of people re just leaving
Yep.
It's not the Buddie show (but Tim wants to make LS the T-rlos show, LOL), but there's no denying that the Buddie fandom is what keeps the conversation going on social media - and Tim knows that, because after s4 he admitted he wanted the shooting scene to be something fans couldn't stop talking about.
There's only so much speculation that can be done when we're given so little to work with, and personally, I think it's gotten to a point where people (even the ones who tried to stay optimistic) are tired of reading/hearing about how a story line *could* play out when we've seen time and again that the show very rarely devotes the kind of attention to Buddie we expect in the aftermath of something important for those two as friends and potential romantic partners.
Idk what the show is doing with Buddie right now, but it's still not a slow burn. Two characters not speaking to each other unless it's necessary and not about anything personal is not the recipe for romance in the fifth season. Had those guys spoken to others/been called out by others for obvious "issues" with their dynamic, there would be cause to celebrate because at least we're in the know on why they're acting different, but opting not to do even that tells me the plan (if there is one) isn't up to the level of fandom's expectations.
The way this show operates...we're more likely to get two or three episodes "hinting at" something more and then, oh, hey, look who's dating now.
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Maxiel fanfic rec
yes thats right you heard me a maxiel fanfic reclist because apparently im crazy and ive been reading so much maxiel tht i can make a reclist now. its all so very catered to my taste soooo have fun
1. With The Sun In Our Eyes by screwstyles | T, 36k
“A fake dating AU set in 2025: It’s bad enough that Max is outed by an ex in the middle of racing season, and then his team suggests he pretend to date Daniel to soften the blow. It’s as bad an idea as it sounds.”
a maxiel classic, theres just something about fake/pretend relation ship that just gets me. also a lot of miscommunication so heads up for that”
2. you pick me up and take me home again by wintrs | M, 28k
“It feels like a dream, seeing Daniel again after all these years. It's a second chance Max knows he doesn't deserve, and he isn't going to waste it.Or: Max isn't racing in 2027, although he couldn't tell you exactly why. But it isn't a big deal. He's fine.”
max deals with his feelings and also his past trauma. very very angsty.
3. Little Drops of Anguish by semperama | E, 45k
“After a crash in Baku 2021 leaves Max unable to race, he's left trying to figure out what to do with his life—and with Daniel, who doesn't seem to want to let him go.”
also like fic no 2 max cant race and must face the fact tht theres a life beyond racing and daniel showing him that.
4. well we can settle down by tiredtiredsharl | M, 24k
“Sometimes Daniel watches the tapes back and he thinks: shouldn’t I be jealous of this kid? Or: Max drives the way we all aspire. Or: Christ, I’m in the presence of someone who will go down in FIA history.He never says any of that. Because after he watches Max stumble through an interview with a journalist who quotes Toto, he realizes that the pressure is the last thing Max needs.Max is one bad race away from combusting. Or going into the wall again. And Daniel can’t handle either of those options. For reasons he can’t examine right now. Or ever.”
dont remember much of the plot except that i found myself finishing the ff at 6 am in the morning and the light were coming through my window. amazing shit
5. The Dog's Home by dm3rv | M 33k
“Max Verstappen liked dogs. Max Verstappen loved cats. The jury was still out on people.Max has spent years climbing the ranks at an Animal Welfare Charity, moving from volunteer to intern to Animal Care Manager. The dogs and cats he cares for are his life - if only he didn't have to spend so much of his time putting up with 'VIPs'; entitled celebrities and donors with image-based agendas. Daniel is going through an image and identity crisis after an uninspiring season with McLaren. Keen for an image overhaul, he gives his time to a local animal shelter. What he doesn't expect is the prickly Animal Care Manager who has been assigned to look after him. Animal Shelter AU.”
THE BEST! max vet au youre crazy and dog boy daniel scared of dogs? good content also dont forget to check out the side galex. also good shit.
6. The Drive Of Your Life by littleprism | ?, 70k
“Daniel is a semi-known actor. Max just got his second WDC a few months ago. There was absolutely no reason for them to meet.
Until a fateful crash in testing changed that.”
b list actor danny and racer maxy playing in a movie together. theres some plot holes but if you dont really think about it its soo good.
7. anything to get to the rush by kingsguarding | E, 18k
“It’s so stupid, that’s the thing.Every year, the World Champion gets to choose another driver to … celebrate with. It’s an old tradition, apparently. As old as the sport itself. Part of the prize of winning, part of your reward.Max has never understood it.”
the ff that made me realize im soo deep in maxiel lore that i will sink w this ship. basically two emotionally stunted boys doing emotionally stunted boys thing
8. MV33 by Whippasnappa | E, 14k
“Daniel finds out Max is on Grindr. He's curious. He's just going to download the app, just to see. Just to look at Max's profile. He's curious how Max picks up men, curious if Max puts his real face out there. He's definitely not going to message Max. He's definitely not going to do that. He messages Max.”
yeah.....
9. Happier than Ever (so why are you crying with blue-sky eyes) by Whippasnappa | E, 30k
“From the first time they met at RedBull, Max knew he never wanted to be without Daniel. A look through their relationship as Max tries (and fails) to keep his feelings for Daniel hidden, as Daniel leaves for Renault, then McLaren, as Max tries to hold himself together.”
it hurts but it hurts so good. retelling of their whole history
will be updated as i read more ff
#maxiel#333#max verstappen#daniel ricciardo#fanfiction rec list#rec list#my rec list#to be updated as i read more
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Movie pitch: Fantastic Four Movies
Now that the movie rights to Fantastic Four has returned to Marvel and they have already cast the actors and started working on the first movie, I felt that I should take another crack at writing the plot summaries to some hypothetical Fantastic Four movies that will never be made.
I have already written some constructive criticisms on the first two FF movies, but this time I`m approaching it in a more "What if FOX had actually had a plan when they made these movies?" kinda way.
At first I was gonna gonna go the "What if Marvel had owned the rights to FF when they started the MCU?" route, but there are so many things that you have to think about with the MCU, how things connect and all that stuff.
So I chickened out and took the easy way.
So this filmseries takes place in it`s own universe, free from the MCU and the X-Men films.
So... with that out of the way, if I could travel back in time and make my own Fantastic Four movies instead of the ones we got... How would I make them?
Fantastic Four
The plot is very similar to the one I wrote in my CC of the first movie from 2005, except they don`t fight Doom in this one. (Reed does mention that he once had a brilliant roommate in college though, but just in a casual way.)
The four go out into space, Reed notices that he has miscalculated, they get bombarded with cosmic radiation and crashland on back on earth. They discover their powers, John thinks it`s cool, Sue and Reed are cautiously optimistic but they all feel sorry for Ben who got the worst part of the deal. A military team comes to get them, sees Ben, thinks he`s a monster, gets ready shoot him but the rest of four go: "No no! don`t shoot! he`s with us!" Reed is troubled by guilt and the four are driven home in silence.
Back at the base the four are quarantined for a few days. Reed examines and tests their powers to make sure their condition doesn`t get any worse, and to see if there is a cure for Ben.
After having tested himself and his friends and confirmed that their superpowers are not harmful Reed decides that he and his friends should use their powers for good, the next day the four save people from a burning building. Somewhere in a dark, underground lair, a man (Who`s face we don`t see) listens to the News. It`s the Mole man!
Ben hates himself and thinks that Reed has forgotten his promise to cure him, but then he meets Alicia Masters, a blind sculptress who becomes his friend.
Mole man wants to punish humanity because we take our world for granted. He plans to destroy the Fantastic Four by manipulating Ben and it works... for a while, then Ben realizes that Mole man is just playing him. The FF fight Mole man and his army of monsters in the third act.
They defeat him, celebrate and Alicia and Ben become a couple.
Fantastic Four 2
Fantastic Four dopplegangers show up and start to commit crimes and acts of terrorism, this of course gives the real FF a lot of trouble. The real FF finds the fake FF (who turns out to be shapeshifting aliens called skrulls) and they fight. But the real FF weren`t prepared for a fifth skrull, a "Super skrull" that has all their powers. Turns out that when Reed had himself and his friends tested to see if their powers were dangerous (in the first movie) there was a skrull spy who infiltrated the lab, stole some DNA samples and sent them to their HQ so that a some skrull scientist could use them to create the Super skrull.
But in the end the real FF defeat the fakes and the Super skrull.
This should be the movie where we (in this filmseries) first see the Fantasticar.
Reed proposes to Sue at the end of the movie.
Mid-credit scene: It is reported on the news that FF defeated the dopplegangers posing as them. Somewhere in a big, dark room, a man in an armor, wearing a green hood and cape watches this on a monitor.
He says, with contempt (in what is almost a whisper): "Richaards."
Fantastic Four 3
It begins in the past: The University where Reed and Victor studied. Victor is a brilliant but also arrogant student. He builds a machine, Reed takes a look at Victor`s notes and realizes that Victor has made a miscalculation and tries to warn him but Victor ignores him and turns the machine on. There`s an explosion. Victor wakes up with his face covered in bandaids, the teachers at the school has had enough of his arrogance and throws him out. Victor wanders the world (we never get to see his face BTW).
The present: FF stops a bunch of terrorists from terrorizing. It is then revealed that Reed and Sue are planning to get married in two days, and it`s not exactly easy with the responsibilities that comes with being superheroes and all that.
The next day the FF are visited by a Latverian airship that takes them to Dr Doom. Reed recognizes his old College roommate. Doom wants to rule the world and wants them to help him, they say no, he locks them up in his dungeon, they escape, they fight him and win. (It`s basically the plot from my CC of the Fantastic Four movie from 2005.) Reed and Sue get married, The End.
For now at least
Fantastic Four 4
New York gets attacked by Atlanteans, FF fights them and soon have to face their ruler: Prince Namor.
In a way Namor is similar to Dr Doom but not as evil and more reasonable. In the end (after a lot of fighting) he agrees to a ceasefire. He reveals that his original plan was not to attack the surfaceworld, but try a more diplomatic approach. But he was visited by a man from the surface who had some very compelling arguments to why he should attack. The man wore an armor with a green cape and hood.
Reed realizes who Namor is talking about: Dr Doom.
Post-credits scene: Space. A planet. A man made out of silver leaves the planet in a hurry on a surfboard. The planet is covered by an ominous shadow.
Fantastic Four 5
FF fight Galactus. (It`s pretty much the plot of my CC of Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer, but without the wedding subplot.)
And that`s what I would do if I was the Kevin Feige of the Fantastic Four movies from the early 2000s.
I know what you`re thinking: Wouldn`t it be more fitting to make four FF movies instead of five?
Yes, that would make more sense, but I had some more ideas and the FF have many interesting villains.
It is of course very easy for me to write these because I have the luxury of hindsight. And unlike the filmmakers I didn`t have a movie studio full of corporate suits breathing down my neck, focus grouping the movie to death, forcing in unnecessary changes and pressuring me to get it made before a deadline.
Why do I write these?
For several reasons. I`m nitpicky. Sometimes the movies I criticize aren`t bad, I just like my own ideas better. Sometimes the movies I critize are bad. I care about good storytelling and it`s a fun excerize in creativity and script doctoring.
But also because I have a lot of of free time.
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Started writing this 2024-04-09
Previous Fantastic Four editorials
Constructive Criticism: Fantastic Four
Constructive Criticism: Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer
Comments are not necessary but appreciated.
Other movies on my Constructive Criticism list that you can look forward to
Supergirl (1984)
Jonah Hex (2010)
Dragonball evolution
The Spirit (2008)
The Dark Knight trilogy
And as usual: English is not my first language, so if my writing doesn`t seem to flow naturally, you know why.
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RAB fics i read 13-1 april
All of You, All of Me (intertwined) by ajom28 celebrity fake dating jegulus muggle au, so far everyone's miserable
the golden king by maladaptivewriting !!!! regulus wakes up 1991, being 11, and pretending to be Sirius' secret lovechild he enrolls school withthe golden trio to protect harry (because he loved james). im loving it
Stars Of A Kind by orphan_account just regulus ruining his parents' dreams and aspirations
Silver Souls (He's the one for me) by Hhenesc im so--- why is everybody so stupid. why. is. everybody. so . stupid. talk to each other ffs. thank god for the lesbians
In a little welsh café in London by Thou_Maternal_Parent single parent remus, developing wolfstar
Certain Definitions of Normal by einsteinapproved for desertredwolf sirius is ftm trans, his friends and brother are helping
It was just a prank by DragonWitchPrincess this is more about sirisu being stupid than anything else
Learn How to Sprint Through a Stumble by sspideyman teen father regulus this is not a drill teen father regulus (he had a one night stand after sirius run away)
Heartbeats by Siriuslymoonyprongs yeah so trans regulus breaks up with james after he gets the dark mark, finds out he's pregnant, and eventually fakes both the child and his own death to protect them. after the war it's safe for them to re-emerge.
Mad Adventure by MightyMight shit gets fucked, hermione is yeeted to 1970s as barty crouch's older sister, and sets on destroying voldy before 1981.
Little One by Siriuslymoonyprongs sirius runs away from home, regulus is accepted by his parents as trans, and oooops he's pregnant with james
the stars of the night sky could never be enough by galaxy_of_pi angst no comfort of regulus dying (except it went from 1/1 to 1/15?? inchresting development)
Run Away With Me by Of_stars_and_moon for WolfstarPups90 reg gets basically adopted by the potters
The Dog and Deer Detective Agency by Artemisia_Black_95 detectives prongs and detective padfoot!
Kill Your Darlings by MesserMoon uni muggle au with hockey, they're t r y i n g okay
glimpses of heaven by lunahunt !!!! <3<3<3
Would You Come Be My Downfall? by WalkOnThroughARedParade regulus and remus pretend todate to get back at sirius. it doesnt stay fake for very long.
Ask away by purplefrogz texting jegulus!
but I cant find the brakes by thirdgleam (leafmeal0ne) james dumbs imself down for his friends to feel better, then studies secretly in the library at night, regulus also frequents the library at am hours.
There's just no gettin' through by neanora sirius finds regulus diary, big sad
Smoke Slow: A Spy!Regulus AU a series <3<3<3<3<3
i see how this ends (poorly) by Quillium !!!!!!!!! <3 my beloved
What We Do Today by Moe64 marauders era reading hp books (as written by trelawney)
Shimmering Beautiful (and when I break it’s in a million pieces) by srslvr13 for padfootsflowers sirius gets self destructive, regulus does damage control
at blue diner (i'll take anything you want to give me) by greenrosey spy regulus meets his ex once a month for info exchange, sad jegulus but like also hopeful somewhat
i'll be home for the summer by greenrosey the night canon-him would run away from home, sirius shoves regulus out of the door and stays at grimmauld. the marauders + reg plot how to get him out
blue and yellow skies by alarainai quidditch rivals to lovers fake dating jegulus
antithesis by rweoutofthewoods very lovely music au! jegulus
Bound By Honour by moonyfest lowercase screaming
5 pm by imagineacoolusername remus regulus friendship :)
no amount of therapy can help by The_wig_is_a_metaphor asudfhaosidufhaoif youtuber harry and tom riddle shenanignas
he'll be selfish, just this once (and many times in future) by vintagenovella iceskating regulus
His Word Is His Bond by FanonStar fem regulus asks james to marry her to avoid worse suitors
toys to be toyed with by aimlesscalamity bored and done with his friends regulus agrees to seduce james and or lily to break up the hogwarts star couple. they both faall for him but oops, he falls for them too
Three wrongs... by mothluvr lily WILL NOT be wooed by Potter like ugh that would be losing (even if he is kinda hot and got his shit together lately..-¨) so what's a girl gonna girl, a girl is gonna fuck the Slytherin seeker of course! accidentally leading to james' bi awakening. im having fun
Everything is Better with Chocolate by DEaTh220467 willy wonka regulus
Burden of Duty by Grey_Kenaz regulus is ace but also wants to hold up his duty and produce a heir with his wife. sirius works at a reproduction clinic. this is like, very heartwarming, for me as ace, it has my stamp of approval. I adore Else, she's so sweet!
I'm Staying Here And I'm Not Lyin' by ItsYlva reg comes out as nonbinary aroace to sirius
Your Love In Any Form by Anonymous aroace reg
We got chemistry, baby? by Sulfus jegulus
anosmia of the heart by bari_astra, bari_astralis jegulus is happy but snape makes them have a misunderstanding
Take you like a drug - I taste you on my tongue by Moonsss regulus likes fucking james behind sirius' back (no infidelity)
I promised myself I'd learn to be the one who leaves by AlistairIsLost regulus and friends run off to be a muggle band. they rock.
A Lost Soul (Found Once More) by INeedMoreSleepLmao regulus would very much like a nap thank you
Amicus Alter Ipse (Complexity) by aureusprongs for alarainai i have no recollection of reading this but im assuming it was good
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👤 about aymeric!
Honestly I don't know if there's much more I can say about Aymeric and Kitali that I haven't already talked about at some point or another. I've posted their first meeting fic on ao3 and their tag is "pure azure" if you really want to go spelunking lol
They took a long time to come around on one another, her more so than him. She wanted absolutely nothing to do with him for a looooong time simply by being a politician. And it took a lot of work for him to grow out of his hero worship/idolisation of her as the Warrior of Light. And then sometime during the patches both Kitali and myself got fucking t-boned with Feelings for him, I remember the exact moment I felt my stomach drop and then the "oh. Oh no." moment happening. And now he's become an oasis for her in the midst of all the everything and they're celebrating their.....fourth? Anniversary? I need to work out an actual timeline at this point ffs. It still kinda baffles me at how their trajectory turned out, I had made an entire other alt specifically for Aymeric smooching purposes bc I thought they'd never work as a ship and now look at them. He's just too powerful.
Thanks for the ask @bnuuywol!
Send me 👤 to hear about an NPC in my muse's life
#replies#bnuuywol#Aymeric#he's just so Shaped#broke my four year writing dryspell in a single expansion lol
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Reincarnation (Part 1)
(do not own the gif) MY FIRST EVER FANFIC. I was bored and I had a prompt in mind, plus I couldn't find any teddy x reader online so here goes nothing-
Also, I can't write good prompts lmao, so just read the story. I don't own NATM characters
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The time was 1901, it was September 20
A ball was held in the White House, inviting all the reporters, important political figures and celebrities. It was to celebrate Theodore Roosevelt being the new young president. Y/N, a young maiden, who was the server at the party, was star-struck seeing so many important and famous figures. She went around serving people drinks and appetizers and after an hour she gave that work to somebody else, to give her legs some rest. The ballroom was twice as big than the restaurant she worked for and her legs were giving away. She sat behind the bar counter as currently no one was coming there and she could get some rest without going inside the kitchen. She was thinking to herself random things but the man in front of the counter, with a small polite smile. The man was none other than THE President itself. Wide eyed, she immediately stood up. As he approached, she gave a small bow and stuttered a bit embarrassed, also blushing from embarrassment, "G-good a-afternoon, s-sire. W-which drink y-you may like t-to have?" She internally thought she was about to be fired for slacking instead of work. Theodore, understanding her situation, amused and said, "Well, I would like a Gin Rickey (its a cocktail)" She took out the stuff needed to make the cocktail and whilst making, she decided to strike up a conversation. That's how you ended up making friends with Theodore Roosevelt. You both would write to each other, meet up in secrecy and it didn't take long before your friendship turned to something else. Then the news also spread that you both were in a relationship. You just happened to not get a happy ending. Just before your wedding day, you got into an accident, which cost you your life.
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It's 2022, you woke up at 10:30 am. You wished you could see that same recurring sweet dream but can't because WORK. Your stupid work as the sweeper in the Museum of Natural History. Your work schedule was cleaning the museum at 5:00 am and for some reason, banana peels are lying around, liquid with bad smell (Dexter's pee lmao), some stuff moved from here to there. You found it weird. You would clean the museum right before the sunset and the night guard, Larry Daley seemed to be there a bit early. Honestly, she didn't mind as long as no one caught her staring at the statues (day dreaming). While cleaning stuff like desk, you would sometimes stare at the stature of Theodore and think to herself ,'Why is it always..you?'. You can understand that those dreams relate to him and your past but can't get over the fact you were re-incarnated and not him. One day at 2:00 am you woke up in a cold sweat, you saw yourself in vintage dress walking down the street with a couple of shopping bags. Then you heard a honking behind you but it was too late before the truck hit you and everything went blank. After that you jolted awake and couldn't sleep for the rest of the night
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Don't worry, teddy got his drink lmao. I did proof-read this ff and it probably still sounds cringey asf, but eh, I'm not experienced. Requests are open!
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