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ih34rt-alphatxuri · 3 days

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Hi! Can I request a Carlos Sainz x Reader?

The reader is a fashion blogger and one day got asked to do a photoshoot for Mercedes with Lewis Hamilton, it turned out great because even the fans are starting to ship them online and all over social medias. Carlos gets adorably jealous of seeing her in other team’s color and the fans reaction didn’t help either.

Thanks!

It's not nothing

table of contents/pairing: carlos sainz x reader

summary: check request !!

warnings: some cursing, mentions of alcohol, suggestive content but no actual smut.

message from A☆: Has this been sitting in my drafts for weeks ? Yes. Did I fully scrap the original fic ? Yes. But here it is !! I felt this kind of trope was especially fitting after Carlos' win in Australia, so I tied that in. ALSO, WE ARE SO FUCKING BACK. Again, sorry for taking so long to get this request done, but I hope you enjoy...

It was just her job. That's what Carlos kept telling himself as he looked at the pictures. Y/N, one of his closest friends and a very popular fashion girly, had done a photo shoot with Lewis Hamilton, his replacement. Now sure, Carlos hadn't left Ferrari just yet, hell the season had barely even started, but it was just a sad coincidence. The longer he stared at the photos the more jealous he became, he felt stupid for it. But she looked gorgeous in silver and green, even though she'd look better in red, and the way they had Lewis pose with his hands around her waist made him want to claw his eyes out. And to make matters worse, fans all over the internet kept making little comments about the idea of her and Lewis being together. He needed to keep reminding himself, they were just friends. Just friends. But friends didn't think of each other the way Carlos thought of Y/N. Friends didn't crave each other the way Carlos craved Y/N. But it was whatever, it was nothing, he had remind himself.

It. Was. Nothing.

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Ok, so maybe it's not nothing. He was trying to celebrate his win in Australia, enjoy himself with his team and his friends, but he couldn't keep his eyes off her. Mercedes had invited Y/N to the Grand Prix, so she'd been in the paddock the whole weekend. It was easy to distract himself from her when he was wrapped up in his work, but now watching her from afar as she swayed her hips on the dance floor, it was too much. Her dress sparkled beneath the lights, her hair swished around in tandem with her body, she looked perfect. It was eating him alive, he needed to do something. He needed her.

"Carlos!" She screamed excitedly over the music, looking up at him with an almost drunken gaze. It wouldn't be shocking if she was drunk, they were out partying, and as much as Carlos didn't want to admit it he was a little tipsy too.

"Hey..." He said as he took her waist in his hands. She didn't stop dancing, letting him press her body into hers as they swayed to the music, what's the worst that could happen? They were best friends. Friends dance together. It was nothing. But then dancing turned into teasing touches, and then kisses, and then running off together to Carlos' room. So yeah, it definitely wasn't going to be nothing the next day.

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He was the first to wake up of the two. The sight of her tangled in his bedsheets and arms made his heart want to sink. What if he'd ruined it with a drunken mistake? He grounded himself with a deep breath, hoping she wouldn't freak out once she awoke.

About 20 minutes later, Y/N began to wake up. She looked around confused for a moment, until her eyes met a very familiar pair of brown ones. Oh shit, she thought to herself, I've fucked everything up. She went to try and speak or stand up, but she felt Carlos' hand on hers, stopping her.

"Look Y/N, I know this is..."

"Carlos, I'm so sorry, I'll leave ri-"

"Cariño, relájate (darling, relax)...look, I don't know if i can keep lying to myself and you. I like you, a lot. And it just seems so stupid to me because you're on of my best friends in the whole world, friends shouldn't want each other the way I want you. It felt like it just blew up in my face after you did that photoshoot for Mercedes with Lewis, and all the stuff that's been happening. It just made me feel so...like I needed to have you all to myself. But at the same time I don't want to ruin what we have, so if you don't feel the same just forget this ever happened..." He kept going on his rant, and she just stared at him a little bewildered yet flattered.

"Carlos...who said I don't like you like that?" She giggled, taking his hand in hers once again. He looked into her eyes with a wide-eyed and relieved look, smiling brightly as he took her face into his hands and gently kissed her. He pulled back seconds later.

"I'm going to fast, aren't I?" He said with a bashful look to him.

"I mean...we're already here, so might as well" She smiled up at him with the warmest smile and the most loving eyes. If anyone happened to see the pair they'd think they were soulmates, which they very possibly were. And so in that moment, Carlos thought to himself, maybe it's not nothing anymore.

#f1 x reader #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz x you #carlos sainz x y/n #carlos sainz imagine #f1 #carlos sainz

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pinkishpearls · 1 day

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Sub jude phone sex. that’s it. 😖 thats request.

run my mouth.

a jude bellingham fic.

thank you so so much for 200 followers!! 🤍

requested by @robins-scoop

sub!jude x dom!reader / phone sex / masturbation

unfortunately, you couldn’t be with jude in madrid seeming as you’d had to run errands constantly back in england. so for the time being, you were continuously on your phone texting and calling him. it broke your heart not having your number one supporter by your side, but for now, you’d have to get used to it.

it also wasn’t the best for those times where you got sexually frustrated, seeming as he was all the way in madrid and your hands didn’t always give you the best pleasure. but today you were doing fine, running errands as per usual and doing your work to waste the torturing time of not having jude with you. you were almost getting used to not having him here, and you hoped that was the same for him too.

until, you got a ping on your phone; jude was calling you. a sheepish grin painted across your face knowing that he was safe and was now free to call you; his attention now fully directed towards you. with excitement, you almost immediately drop your belongings and turn your full attention to him. “hey jude!” you cheered as you accept the call, clearing your throat before your ears caught onto the melody of grunts and groans. “need- y-you here!” he shakily breathes, his voice low and whiny. the same tone he develops when he fucks you, or you fuck him.

“jude?” you try to hide the devilish grin from appearing on your face, but fail miserably as an elongated moan falls past his lips. “what are you doing, jude?” you coyly inquire, “don’t make me- say i-it.” he demands. “i asked you a question, jude.” you remind him, your voice low and raspy, you dominated him even over the phone. “i’m t-touching.” he cuts himself off, the slick strokes of his dick interrupting the call. “touching?” you question, “m-myself.” he breathes out, his pre-cum swirling around his fingers as he glides himself across his shaft.

“to my voice? over the phone?”

“y-yes. your made me- nervous. that fucking instagram post- fuck.” he whines, pre-cum leaking down his tip as it runs down his hand, running like water going down car windows. his moans progressively get louder, his actions now erratic and sloppy. “jude are you- are you home alone?” you start to worry, seeming as jude couldn’t keep his mouth shut as soon as he found pleasure. “n-no just a few guests i barely know are- are over.” he informs like it’s nothing, swiping his leaking, angry tip which made his back arch up, almost like a bridge. “jude!” you jolt up in your seat, “jude, stop! they’re gonna listen to you!”

“i-i don’t care. i hope you hear me moan for you.”

your cheeks flush hot immediately after he moans out how he doesn’t care anymore, especially his hard on who doesn’t give a fuck as now it was being fucked up vigorously into his hand. the slick sounds fill the air, making it almost hard to hear the slutty, lewd whimpers that fall past jude’s wet, plump lips. “you have to stop.” you sigh, terrified that he’ll get caught committing absolute profanities seeming as he was only a staircase away from the guests.

“you need to stop, your being so lo-“

“fuck, i can’t!” he whinges, the bed creaks as his hips buck continuously into his curled up hand. “mm- yes!”

“jude, this is so, so wrong.”

“say it again.” he demands, his voice shaky as his back grows tired, his spine begs for himself to cum. “say what?” you inquire, the same smirk now emerging at your lips as jude’s mindset had now flew into your mind, you didn’t give a fuck how loud he was; all you wanted was for him to moan for you.

“my- my name!” he begs.

“jude.” you sigh seductively, his voice cracking as moans escape his lips.

“shit- shit i’m at your mercy!” he cries, his moans getting trapped in his throat, “please! please let me cum for you!” he sobs, his legs start to vibrate.

“cum for me, jude.”

with an almost pornographic moan, jude came. staining his hand and his clothes a warm, white liquid as images of you dominated his mind.

#jude bellingham #jude bellingham fic #jude bellingham smut

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multi-fandom-imagines8 · 3 days

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A Song of Ice & Shadow

Part 3

You can read part one & two here.

Summary: Y/n is adjusting to her new life in the Night Court, where she finds herself interacting with the Illyrians much longer than before, whether by chance or by force. An unexpected encounter with Azriel ignites something between them.

Warnings: slight self-harm, struggle with identity.

Word count: 2.55K

Waking up to the gentle hum of birdsong, Y/n resolved that today marked the day she would get out of bed, despite the lingering ache of her wounds. Steadily placing both feet on the floor, she managed to stand up and make her way to the bathing room. Confronted by her reflection in the mirror, it dawned on her that this was the first time she had beheld herself since her transformation. Staring at the unfamiliar figure before her, tears welled in her eyes as grappled with the stark reality of her altered appearance. Determined to confront her unease, she left her room for the first time, in search of a sharp implement, be it scissors, a knife, or a blade.

Rhys was lounging in an armchair, when he noticed Y/n’s troubled demeanor. He greeted her but was met with silence, unsure if she’d intentionally ignored him or simply could not hear him. Perceiving her distress, he inquired “can I help you with something?”.

“No- wait. Actually, can I borrow one of your blades?” Y/n asked.

Confused by the sudden interest in blades, he asked “what for?”.

“I don’t have time to explain. Can I or can I not?” Y/n grew impatient.

“I don’t have one on me, but if you tell me, maybe I can get you one of your own” Rhys offered.

“Never mind, can you tell where the kitchen is?” she sighed in frustration.

“If you’re hungry, the house can make you food. Can you tell me what this is about?” he inquired.

“So if I want something, I can just ask the house?”.

“Technically, yes”.

“House, may I have a knife?” she looked up as she asked.

Rhys chuckled “you don’t have to look up”.

“I thought you said it would give me what I wanted, so where’s the knife?”.

“It appears the house is disinclined”.

“So, what? The house has moods now? I don’t have time for this” Y/n declared, striding out of the room, in search of a sharp object. After ten minutes of searching, she finally found a blade and hurried back to her room. Observing her rushed return, Rhys sensed something was amiss. He knocked on her door, but there was no answer. He knocked twice more, before he forced the door open. He looked around but couldn’t see her, fearing the worst. Rushing to the bathing room, he discovered Y/n poised before the mirror, blade in her hand, blood dripping from her pointed ear, as she attempted to cut it off.

“Stop, stop! What are you doing?” Rhys intervened, clawing the blade out of her hand.

“Give it back” she screamed at him.

“Cutting them won’t change what you are” he reminded gently.

“I don’t care! Give it back. At least I won’t be constantly reminded” she implored, holding back tears as she tried to reach for the blade.

“Wait, wait, there’s another way. I can glamour it, and you won’t have to see it, not until you’re ready” he offered.

“You can do that?” she calmed down slightly.

“Yes, and I can teach you”. After a moment of contemplation, Y/n assented.

“-and just like that, you can glamour things. Don’t get frustrated if it doesn't work immediately; it takes time and practice. If you ever need anything, just please ask me. Don’t rush and try to do things on your own. You can ask for help” he reassured her.

“I don’t need your or anyone's help. I can do things on my own” she declared.

“I know you can, but sometimes it’s easier to ask for help”.

“To you maybe. I prefer relying on myself. Thank you very much”.

“It was just a thought... Are you good now?”.

“I’m fine, you can leave now”

“I meant, how are you feeling after healing? Are you still in pain?”.

“I’m fine. I can manage. Now please leave, you are giving me a headache”.

“Was that a long conversation for you?” Rhys snorted.

“Well, certainly the longest we’ve ever had. I just hope for all our sakes that this will be the longest we’ll ever have” Y/n forced a smile.

“I highly doubt that”. As he reached the door, he halted and turned to face her again “Don’t let him win. I know you hate being Fae, but don’t let the King of Hybern break your spirit” he advised.

The next day, Y/n went to see her sisters. To her shock, Nesta just sat there reading a book, while Elain, well, Elain looked so different from when she was human. Her skin was pale, no colors gracing her face, her body was so fragile. She just sat in the corner of her room, staring lifelessly out of the window. The sight of her broke Y/n's heart. She tried talking to her, getting her what she needed, but she knew this couln’t be fixed.

Having so much spare time, Y/n tried writing to her biological father, but she didn’t know where to start, what to tell him, she herself did not even know what her future looked like now. So every time she tried writing a letter, she’d hesitate, discard the letter and start again. Her daily routine now consisted of waking up, eating, checking on her sister, attempting to write to her father, bathing, and sleeping. She was not used to this kind life, leaving her feeling confined and trapped. Seeking solace, she headed to the roof, where she discovered a large training ring. There, she encountered Azriel, who acknowledged her presence with a nod, before returning to his training.

As she turned to leave, something within her compelled her to halt and speak “You’re healed?” she remarked more as an observation than a question.

“I am. I see you are healed as well” he replied, pausing his training to face her.

“I am” a genuine smile appeared on her face “and the General?” she inquired.

“Still healing, but he’s getting better” he studied her every move, every expression on her face.

“I’m glad” she nodded, turning away and leaving him to his training. He debated saying something further to her but ultimately remained silent, letting her go, as he was unsure of what to say.

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Unable to endure the confines of her room any longer, Y/n decided to have breakfast in the dining room. Seeing as she’d woken up late, she believed the room would be empty. Unfortunately for her, it was not. When she entered, she was met with the three Illyrian males, laughing and eating. She was about to sneak back out, but Rhys caught her “good afternoon, Y/n, or should I say good morning?” he mockingly greeted.

“Shut up” she played it cool and decided to sit at the far end of the table, opposite Rhys, with Cassian sat on his right and Azriel on his left.

Silence fell in the room, as she ate the meal the house provided her with. Feeling the weight of their gazes upon her, she finally spoke “Am I interrupting something? Because I can just go back to my room” her eyes met Rhys’.

“Not at all” Rhys smirked, resting his head on his palm.

“Then why are you all staring at me like some miracle had happened?”.

“You’re eating with us” Cassian clarified.

“Is there a rule against it?”.

“Nope, but I thought you had one”.

“I see your sense of humor hasn’t changed but shouldn't you train more, talk less” Y/n glared at Cassian.

“Are we your prisoners?” she returned her gaze on Rhys.

All three males’ eyes widened in shock “No, why would you think that?” Rhys, taken aback, clearly felt offended.

“The only way out of this house is through the ten thousand steps or flying”.

“I told you, you can always ask for help. Any one of us would take you out” he reminded.

“So, if I were to leave now, you’d let me?”.

“Yes, you’re not a prisoner, Y/n. You’re free to go anywhere you want” Rhys assured her.

“If that were the case, I’d be able to come and go as I please, without asking anyone to take me and bring me back, like some kind of a child” she confronted.

“Ah, so that’s your problem? Not being in total control of everything” Cassian added, earning a kick from Azriel under the table.

“I do not think you want to pick a fight with me now, General. Your wings are still healing” she remarked.

“And you think you can take me?” Cassian raised one brow.

“Cassian, this is not the time” Rhys warned.

“I’d like to leave now!” she stood from her chair, ignoring Cassian’s comment.

“But you’re eating”.

“I lost my appetite and would like some fresh air”.

“Alright”.

From the training ring, Rhys held her and said “hold on tight, you might not like this part” as he lunged into the sky.

“I’m not afraid of heights” she said, as she tightened her grip around him, taking in the new sight of the city and the fresh breeze. They descended near some shops in Velaris, and he asked if she wanted him to stay, to which she of course refused. They agreed on a time for him to pick her up and told her if she desired something, she could just put it in the house’s account, which again, she declined. Strolling through the city, observing the Fae going about their business, looking normal, she thought to herself they’re not so bad after all. One thing she noticed though, was that people here were happier than anywhere else she’d seen. When the agreed time came, she was standing at the spot where Rhys had left her. But instead of him, she was met with Azriel, whose wings were spread as he descended. This was the first time she fully saw the length of them. They were massive, she thought to herself. The way he tucked them in effortlessly as he strode towards her, his chest slightly rising, outlining his muscular features beneath. The heat flushed her cheeks as he got closer “Where’s your High Lord?” she snapped back to reality.

“He’s occupied at the moment. He asked me to come in his stead, so you wouldn’t have to wait” Azriel replied, maintaining his composure, even as the shadows seemed to whisper to him.

“How considerate of him” she sucked in a breath.

“Shall we?” he extended his hand to her. Y/n looked at his extended hand, noticing the scars, she wondered had they always been there? Lately, she’d been noticing a lot of things she never considered before. Gazing up at him, their eyes met for a split second, his face unreadable, before she looked away and took his hand. Despite his cold appearance, his hand was warm, while hers was freezing. At that moment, Azriel became aware that this was the first time they had any physical contact. Glancing at her, he could feel that she just had the same thought.

His touch sent a jolt of electricity coursing through her veins, igniting a firestorm of unfamiliar emotions deep within her core. Then, in one fluid motion, he gathered her into his arms, lifting her effortlessly off the ground. As he did, she instinctively placed her palm on his chest, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as she struggled to maintain her composure. He held her close, his arms wrapped securely around her waist, one scarred hand resting gently against the small of her back to support her. Removing her hand from his chest, she encircled her arms around his neck, fingers tangling in the soft strands of his hair as she relaxed, sending shivers down his spine.

She was not the first woman to touch him like that, hell, he’d been with many women and had done a lot more than that. But she’s the first woman who made him feel like this…He was always able to keep his cool, to maintain his focus on whatever he was doing. But around her, he was losing it, losing control. She was beginning to take hold of him, not that he’d admit it.

They took to the sky, the rush of wind whipping past them, tousling her hair, strands brushing against his cheek. As they did, he caught a whiff of her sweet, tortuous scent. Even his shadows danced around her, stroking her face. She clung around him tightly as they soared higher, the heat of his body seeping through the thin fabric of her clothes. She could feel the hard muscles of his chest tense beneath her, and he could feel her heart racing against his chest. Managing to pull herself together, she tilted her head to the side, trying to get a view of the city.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” noticing where her eyes wandered, he asked.

She murmured “especially at night”.

As he was about to bank, he tightened his grip around her, warning her to brace herself.

As her feet reached the ground, she removed her arms from around him. He lingered for a moment before doing the same.

“Good night” she muttered and quickly went down the stairs to her room. He stood in the training ring in solitude, lost in his thoughts. That night, Y/n could not fall asleep.

In the next couple of days, Y/n rarely left her room. She’d leave once a day to check on her sisters and immediately return to the comfort of these walls she was growing accustomed to. Rhys came to check on her after her return and tried to initiate a conversation with her but was dismissed. During that time, she shifted her focus to the letter she was to write to her father. And for the first time, she managed to finish a letter before throwing it away. On the day she finally left her room, she wrote a letter and was satisfied with the content, but she kept it in her room, hesitant to send it.

As she entered the dining room, she was greeted by Rhys and Cassian engaged in a discussion. She took to her usual seat and started eating what the house offered her. Somehow, it knew what she liked.

“Look who decided to grace us with her presence” Cassian remarked mockingly, a smirk playing on his lips.

“And look who's yet to regain the ability to fly with a fully healed wing” Y/n countered with a mocking pout.

“Enough you two! Can’t we have one normal day?” Rhys sighed, attempting to diffuse the tension.

“He started it” Y/n quipped

“I was just being nice” Cassian retorted.

“No you weren’t” she glared at him. Minutes later, Azriel entered the room, his expression slightly uneasy as he took his seat beside Rhys.

“What’s with you?” Cassian inquired.

“Nothing” Azriel replied in an icy tone.

“Clearly, there is” Cassian persisted.

“Mind your business, Cassian” Azriel warned and Y/n almost choked on her food, earning her a quick glance from him.

“Any word from my sister?” she shifted her focus to Rhys.

“She’ll be home soon”.

“Home” she scoffed “such a funny word” her eyes flickered.

Cassian was about to say something, but Azriel shot him with a glare that made him back down.

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daenysx · 24 hours

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hi I can’t stop thinking about an aemond fic with his girl graduating university. I graduated today and can’t stop thinking about how supportive your modern aemond would be!!

thank you for requesting, angel! i'm sorry, this is a bit short but i hope you enjoy, congratulations!! requests are open

modern!aemond targaryen x fem!reader ♡

aemond watches you take your make up off as he does every night.

this time, it's a bit different. the hour is later than usual, you are a little tipsy because of the celebration drinks but you insist on completing your skin care routine. he lays in bed, his eye following your movements in the little bathroom attached to his bedroom. you give him a smile when your eyes meet, he likes being the person you smile at night.

you apply your night cream on your clean face and turn off the lights as you leave the bathroom. aemond adores how your face looks without any make up on, he likes it either way but your clean face reminds him how safe you feel with him. you trust him enough to create a night time routine with him, it's so nice to be the person you sleep and wake up next to. he opens his arms, you willingly lay next to him, your head on his chest and your arm wrapped around his waist.

"you don't have classes tomorrow." he says. "how does that feel?"

you sigh, nuzzling closer. "it's so weird. i don't think i ever remember a time when i don't continue studying after summer."

"you'll get used to it." he graduated three years ago. "and you can always continue studying if you want."

"i feel free." you say. "and i'm kinda proud of myself. i mean at some point it was really hard like it's never gonna end."

aemond is proud of you. so proud, he can still remember how his posture got straighter the moment you finally graduated. he is the person who has been with you all the time when you were studying, when you were crying because of your papers, when you were finding out about your grades and celebrating them. now, it's all over. you finished another important part of your life and he is one of the main characters. such a nice feeling, he thinks.

"i totally remember that point." he smirks. he does remember the time of your final week during your last semester at uni. it's safe to say he won't let you forget it either. it was a hectic week, you don't remember you ever studied harder in your life. one night, you were literally talking about your lecture notes in your sleep and aemond had the pleasure of learning your class.

"it happened once, aemond." you roll your eyes. "i can't control what i do when i sleep."

he changes your positions to be on top. he kisses your nose, your cheeks. he feels delightful tonight, you cup his cheeks to start a kiss that plays with his heartbeat. he brings his finger to your chin, tilts your head back for a deeper angle. you are both very tired but aemond thinks he can kiss you for an eternity. it makes him feel like he's the lead of one of those cheesy romcoms but he can't help himself.

"do you think it's gonna be okay?" you ask him, breaking the kiss. he knows you are nervous about what to do with your life now, university was hard but it had consistency. your every day was planned, routines were safe. right now, you need to build yourself a new life, it's a new chapter. beginnings are always scary.

"of course it's gonna be okay." he says, playing with your hair. "no matter what you decide to do, i'll be here."

"i think i'm afraid of stucking into a thing i'll hate and then never being able to change it."

he smiles, your pout has always been this cute. "trust me, sweetheart, you can change it. if you ever feel like you're stuck into something, i promise i'll help you with the change you want."

your pout turns into a smile. there she is, his brilliant girl. he kisses the corner of your lips fondly.

"i'm so proud of you." he says before kissing your forehead.

"thank you." your eyes are shining, you kiss him as a way of telling how much his words mean to you.

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x you #aemond x reader #house of the dragon #modern!aemond #hotd #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen x you #aemond targaryen x fem!reader #modern!aemond x reader #aemond targaryen fics #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen fanfic #modern!aemond imagine #modern!aemond targaryen #modern!aemond fic

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sturnsbabie · 2 days

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DEAR OWEN AND LEO

FINALE: HAWAII

pairing: dad!nate x sls!reader

summary: in which the little family goes to hawaii with their brothers and madi to celebrate madis birthday.

warnings: swearing, fluff, smuttt.

the twins are now six months old and we’re currently in hawaii with my brothers and madi for her birthday.

the past six months with my boys and nate have been the best six months ever. they’re growing so fast and getting so big.

everyday i kept falling more and more inlove with nate with how gentle and sweet he is with the boys.

nate being a dad made him ten times hotter and i wanted to give him ten more babies.

we had been in hawaii for a day now and tomorrow is madis birthday.

rightnow nate and i were currently getting ourselves and the twins ready to go to the beach with everyone.

nate had on some swimming trunks on that were orange with palm trees on them and the twins were matching him.

i had on a light blue bikini and i was looking at myself and my body in the mirror.

i was very self concious about my body after having the twins. i still had a bit of the baby weight on me and i now had stretchmarks.

i didnt mind the stretchmarks because it was a reminder of my boys being in my belly at one point.

nate came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me looking in the mirror as he kissed my shoulder.

“you look so beautiful princess.” he said causing me to smile.

“thank you i just dont see it anymore.” i said truthfully.

“well i think you do, you’re the most beautiful girl ive ever laid my eyes on and you look even more beautiful since you became a mom.” nate said.

.•°♡°•.

we all have been at the beach for a hour, i was tanning with nick and madi. the boys had the twins letting them put their little toes in the water and sand.

matt had leo as they sat by the ocean in the sand letting the water hit them. i could see leo giggling up a storm anytime the water hit him.

chris had owen in a baby carrier attached to his chest carrying him as they were walking around the beach.

it was so cute watching my brothers be uncles, they were so obsessed with their nephews. especially chris he was super attached to owen to the point when he was in la we would go visit them for a week and the boys would make trips back to boston more then they usually do.

nate was in the ocean for a bit as i kept watching him from where i was at when i wasnt keeping an eye on my brothers with the babies.

i was enjoying this trip with everyone. it was a much needed trip and the twins first vacation.

after a while of the beach we all decided to go back to the hotel and get ready to go out.

once we were all ready we all decided on going out to the little shops and exploring the island more.

chris insisted on matching with owen and having him in the baby carrier once again.

nate was carrying leo this time and i was walking with him as i looked up at chris and owen.

“chris are you gonna give me my baby back i havent had him alll day!” i said.

“no!hes mine!” chris pouted.

.•°♡°•.

it was now the next day and also madis birthday. the triplets had the twins because they said they wanted to spend some time with them so we let them have them.

nate and i were in the hotel room on the balcony just enjoying the view and the alone time we were currently getting.

i loved my twins so much but it was nice having a little moment alone with nate since we always have the twins constantly. not that im complaining because those are my babies.

i leaned my back against the balcony as i looked at nate who was in front of me. damn he looked so good.

“are you thinking what im thinking?” i asked nate as i giggled.

“what are ya thinkin?”nate asked as he got closer to me putting his hands on my hips.

“you wanna bend me over the balcony?” i giggled.

nate instantly smirked as he pulled me into a kiss that instantly turned into a handsy makeout session.

my hands were tangled in his hair as he was grabbing my ass as he slipped his tounge into my mouth as the kiss grew heated by the second.

i pulled away from the kiss getting down on my knees as nate looked at me biting his lip. i pulled down his swim trunks as his cock sprung up hitting his happy trail.

i took him into mouth starting to bob my head as i stroked him at the same time.

he let out a moan as he gripped my hair pushing my head as he started to thrust into my mouth. i had my hands on his hips for support.

“thats it baby just like that” he moaned as his thrusts started to speed up to a harsh pace making tears run down my cheeks from how far he was in my throat.

he suddenly pulled out pulling me up and bending me over the balcony he slid down my bikini bottoms and brushed his tip against my wet folds.

i gripped onto the railing as he slammed himself into me causing me to let out a loud moan.

he gripped my hips as he started pounding into me causing my eyes to roll as he slapped my ass.

“feels so fucking good” he said as he rutted his hips into mine causing me to clench around him at how deep he was going.

“aww gonna cum already baby?”he chuckled as he pulled out for a second making me whimper at the loss of contact.

he suddenly slammed himself back into me in a different angle causing him to be deeper inside of me.

i was a moaning mess gripping onto the railing not caring how loud i was being or who could hear.

“g-gonna cum!” i moaned out as i felt my orgasm growing closer and closer.

nate started to speed his pace up as he was now hitting my cervix. “cum for me princess cum all over my cock.” nate said.

with that i felt myself cum all over him coating his cock with my cum letting out a loud moan of his name.

he fucked me thru my high as i felt him start to twitch inside of me.

“please cum inside me baby” i moaned.

“yeah want me to fuck my baby deep inside of you princess?” nate said.

“please wanna be filled”i moaned.

and with that i felt nate shoot his seed deep inside of me filling me up.

he slowly pulled out as he watched the mixture of our cum drip out. he carefully took his finger shoving his cum back inside of me.

he pulled my swim suit bottoms back up on me and turned around kissing me softly.

“lets go see what everyone is up to yeah?” he said.

i nodded and he pulled his shorts back up and we walked back into the hotel room.

i threw on one of nates shirts and we headed down to the pool where everyone was at.

“i do NOT want to know what you two just did” nick said and i laughed.

“sorry madi we may or may not have just made a baby on your birthday!” nate said.

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fleetingcalypso · 3 days

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I saw you write for Henry Winter, and since seldom someone here does actually write about him I'd love to send you an idea, if you're comfortable with it of course<3

Since I'm on my period and my cramps are so painful I physically cannot stand them, I was wondering about how Henry would react if his s/o was sick and forced to stay in their bed because of their cramps. Maybe he'd take care of them because he understands how it feels to be in so much pain you're incapacitated?

≋ I hope your pain can soon be alleviated, my friend, I'l pray for you to be in good health. For the meantime, I reccomend sweet treats, warm beverages and if needed do not be afraid to benefit from modern day medicine.

≋ Henry Winter x AFAB!Reader ≋

≋ Word Count: 535 words.

≋ CW: Reader is AFAB and suffers from period pains, but it can be read as GN!Reader for there are no feminine pronouns included.

Each month that goes by, without fail, I am reminded of the curse that an apparently caring and forgiving God cast upon Eve. A cycle of agony is what welcomes me every twenty-eight days: bones aching, muscles sore and head throbbing. Even my divine savior cannot lift this burden off my shoulder, all he can do is sit by my side in his bed as my body writhes and suffers. “You could have told me,” He scolds me, “I wouldn’t have asked you to come.” And now he twists the knife. Doesn’t he realize? If I have to suffer I want it to be with him stroking my lower back, I want it to be with him pushing my face in the crook of his neck, I want it with him handling me as though I am a first edition book in his collection.

“Do you need anything?” What kindness there is, hidden behind his cold tone. I can feel it as it envelops me and does what little it can to make the pain in my lower stomach fade. “I can make you tea, if you’d like.”

My head shakes in a silent denial. I wish I could tell him, it kills me that all I can do is burrow myself in his bedsheets, breathe in his cologne and hope this damnation comes soon to an end.

He scoffs. It’s not of annoyance, not towards me at the very least, I know that. I know it because his fingers push strands of my hair away from my face with a gentleness I rarely felt in my life, his thumb rests on my bottom lip and even with my eyes closed I can feel his gaze penetrating through my core and inhabiting my very soul.

The bed shifts under his weight when he lays down, my body finds its rightful spot right between his arms. My life before I met him feels like purgatory, a mindless wandering about life, meaningless until fate brought him to me.

“Thank you.” I attempt to express my gratitude in what little voice I have, even thinking about speaking feels like a dagger cutting through my flesh. He shushes me. His lips have deemed me worthy of their protection, I feel it when he kisses my forehead.

Outside of this corner of heaven, in the real world, I can hear a dog barking and birds chirping. Henry makes a comment that barely reaches my ears, something about shutting that dog up. I’m not too sure, because before I can comprehend just how tired I am, Henry’s scent is somniferous to me: combined with the warm hand rubbing my aching invisible wounds, the intoxicating fragrance of cigarettes, whiskey, sandalwood and roses makes its way into my lungs.

There is no lullaby, no sweet song to drag me into rest. All it takes is His presence, my dearest deity. He holds me in his sacred heaven, allows me to feel safe after having held up my walls for so long I forgot what the horizon looked like. I pray to him in my sleep. And by the way his arms tighten around me, I can only assume he is welcoming my prayer.

#fleetingcalypso #calypsodaydreams #tsh donna tartt #comfort fic #henry winter #henry winter x reader #afab reader #gn reader #the secret history x reader #reader insert

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that-sarcastic-optimist · 3 days

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hi firstly love your one-shots and drabbles if you are still taking requests i would love to see one where kluas and caroline meet somewhere and he annoys her predictably haha but he grows on her but she doesn't want a relationship (reason known or unknown) and they go their sepertae ways only to see each other again where they fall for each ohter. thank you!

“This is a complete waste of time,” Caroline hisses, her phone in danger of being crushed by her grip. “I hate this.”

“So you’ve said, Care,” Bonnie’s voice comes through the phone, pots clanging behind her.

“You better not mess up my system, Bon,” Caroline warns her, handing money to the barista. “I'm already in a bad mood, so I will kill you when I get home.”

“Oh, you mean when you get home in a few…weeks?” Bonnie asks innocently. “That sounds about right.”

Caroline growls. “You're a menace and I hate you.”

“Liar,” Bonnie says cheerfully. “Bye, Care!”

She hangs up and Caroline irritably shoves the phone in her purse, mutters a thank you and grabs her coffee.

She’s only managed a few steps before it’s knocked right out of her hands. Coffee flies out of the cup (not literally, but enough to look like it’s in slow motion) and lands on her shirt, and the suit of the man before her.

Caroline stares at the shirt of the man before her in shock, unable to process her current predicament.

Then she’s reminded of her task for the day, and finds her voice.

“You…you klutz!” she shrieks, clenching her fists. “Are you incapable of looking where y—”

Her voice dies at she looks the man in the face.

And, really, she scolds herself for that later, but not in the moment, because wow.

Curly blonde hair. Eyes bluer than any sapphire she’s seen. And cheekbones that look like they were carved from freaking stone.

It’s all ruined, of course, by the arrogant, slightly annoyed, but at the same time, smug look on his face.

The nerve of this man.

Caroline finds her voice again, and draws herself up to her full height. “Well? Are you going to apologize?”

The man raises an eyebrow. “Apologize for what exactly, love?”

Caroline should be given an award for not melting at the accent, because turns out the guy is freaking British. How does that even happen?

“Are you blind? Can you not see my blouse?” she retorts snippily.

“I am not the one who bumped into someone clumsily—”

“I'm sorry, are you insinuating that this is my fault?”

“Well, you were looking elsewhere—”

“You were on your phone!” Caroline spits. “It is literally still in your hand!”

The man looks at his phone, confused. “Oh,” he says dismissively. “Must’ve been distracted. Terribly sorry, I was in the middle of a very important email. I'm sure you understand, given that you seem to be a…” He trails off, trying to make sense of her outfit.

“Model,” Caroline supplies sarcastically.

His eyebrows tick up. “Well, I wouldn’t be surprised, honestly.”

“You're a dick,” Caroline seethes. “Get out of my way.”

She’s two steps away from the door before he’s in her way again. “What?” she asks irritably.

The man smiles. “My sincerest apologies, love. Allow me to acquit myself.”

“Don’t call me love.”

“Can I have a name?” He dimples at her. The guy has the gall to freaking. Dimple.

“No,” she says shortly, pushing past him, striding out the door.

The ass has the nerve to follow her. “As I previously stated, love, I do apologize. Profusely. I was in a hurry, and I—”

“Great. Apology accepted. Now leave.”

He stops her, coming to stand in front of her. “What can I do to make it up to you?”

And he sounds earnest, so Caroline frowns. She sighs, setting the nearly empty cup of coffee down on a counter. “Nothing,” she grumps, grabbing a bunch of napkins and dabbing at her blouse. “Not much you could anyway. My shirt is ruined, and I have a very important thing I need to do—”

“That’s not an issue,” the man interrupts. “We’re on fifth avenue, love,” he smiles. “Do take your pick, I'd be happy to replace your clothing.”

Caroline eyes him warily. “Okay, I know you're a guy and all, but you have to know fifth avenue isn't a regular—”

“Anything you want.” He’s grinning, and Caroline closes her eyes in frustration.

“Fine. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

It’s amazing how patient he is.

It’s been forty-five minutes since they’ve been in one store, and the guy—Nik, he tells her—follows her wherever she goes, holding her purse as she browses through the racks.

Caroline itches to tell him to look at the price tags, because she’s in freaking Gucci and the stuff here is not cheap. She has two pairs of designer clothing, at most, in her closet at home, one of which was a gift, and this guy is letting her parade around in the store like she owns it.

“Are you sure—” she starts again, whirling to face him.

Nik smiles at her, cocking at eyebrow. “My answer is the same, as it was the last four times you asked.”

Caroline rolls her eyes, unable to keep a smile forming on her face, turning away to hide it. “You're very good at this, you know,” she informs him, looking at him through the rows of hangers.

Nik looks at her bemusedly. “Good at what?”

“The whole shopping thing. You know, where a couple is on a date, and it was the girlfriend’s turn to pick, and the guy just drags her bags around while trying not to collapse of boredom. You're very steady on your feet.”

Nik’s grin broadens. “So we’re on a date?”

A flush spreads across her face. “I didn’t say that.”

“But you implied it,” he replies cheerfully, his lips twitching when she glares at him.

“Opinion,” she orders, ignoring his last statement, holding a pretty red shirt against her chest. It’s modest and cute enough for jury duty, and the price range is affordable enough that Caroline would consider buying it for herself.

Nik surveys it, cocking his head to the side. “It’s nice,” he says finally. “But it would help if you told me the occasion of where you wanted to wear it.”

“Jury duty,” she answers dismissively, folding it over her arm and eyeing another blue blouse that’d go great with her jacket.

Nik freezes behind her, and Caroline frowns, turning around to face him. “What?”

“Nothing, love. Which case are you on?”

“I'm not supposed to tell anyone, actually. Even if I did, I don’t know yet, but I do know they're taking us to Boston for a couple weeks.”

Nik nods slowly. “I see.”

Caroline narrows her eyes. “Why are you being weird?”

“I'm not,” he laughs. “Have you chosen what you're buying, then?”

Caroline hesitates, looking the two shirts in her hands over. “The red one,” she says finally. “It’ll look nice with my skirt. I just think you should check the price—”

Nik turns the label over, barely giving it a glance before handing his card over to the cashier. Caroline’s mouth drops as he takes the bill, handing her the shopping bag. “There. Do you want to go change in the dressing room? I'll wait outside.”

“Uh, I..” She’s stuttering, reddens when he smirks at her. “Yes,” she manages, whirling into the changing room and locking the door behind her.

She finds Nik outside the store when she comes out, checking his phone, typing something out. He grins when he sees her, pocketing the phone immediately. “Thank you,” she bursts out before he can say anything. “I didn’t…I never expected you to actually go through with it.”

Nik shrugs. “I did ruin your blouse, love. It was an easy fix.”

“An expensive fix,” Caroline corrects him. “Can I buy you coffee?”

Nik smirks. “Are you asking me out?”

Caroline scoffs. “I am not. I'm asking you if you want to get coffee after you so rudely spilled mine.”

“Ah, excuses,” he says breezily, tugging her towards the coffee shop. “The lengths to which you go to, sweetheart, when you could easily have me without even asking.”

She hasn’t blushed this much since ninth grade when Matt asked her to the Valentine’s dance.

“Cocky,” she replies haughtily, letting herself be led. “This is not a date, Nik. I'm not interested.”

“Keep telling yourself that, love.”

He's funny, she realizes, and in a way she actually gets. He gets her jokes and nods and makes remarks at the right times, meaning he's actually listening. He's ridiculously charming as well, flirting with her in between all their stories. He's witty, and smart. And it's not like he's not good-looking generally, but—

His smile.

God.

He looks so handsome when he smiles.

Is it really her fault she kisses him when he slides the last piece of his cake over to her?

Nik's eyes are dark when she pulls away, and her face reddens. "I—I'm sor—"

"Don't you dare apologize for that," Nik murmurs, surging forward to take her lips with his again, making her apology die on her tongue.

His lips are swollen when he pulls away. "Have dinner with me."

Caroline smiles. "No."

No relationships for a year. She doesn't have time for a relationship with her new job, and certainly not with a man who makes her forget every coherent thought she has when he kisses her.

He frowns. "Why?"

"It's complicated," she answers, and he doesn't press further, just pouts.

"How am I supposed to kiss someone else after this, then? You're a glorious kisser."

She snorts. "You have a memory, then."

"I'll make sure it lasts. Just two kisses, though, I feel deprived."

She grins at him over her coffee. She means it, though. Not the part about him being an idiot, the part about a relationship. She doesn't even have time to hang out with her friends lately, a boyfriend is more than she can handle.

However...

"Well," she continues, biting her lip. "That depends."

"On what?"

"If you think I'm trashy if I tell you I want to take your clothes off in the bathroom."

She pretends his smirk does nothing for her.

For a split-second she'd thought she'd regret this.

The thought is quickly snuffed when Nik locks the stall behind them and presses his lips to her neck.

Normally, she'd be worried about getting attached. But she’s going off to Boston soon, and she never has to see him again, so what's the harm?

“Well, you could come to dinner with me when you get back,” Nik answers her question between lazy strokes of his tongue against her clit while she grips the marble countertop hard enough to break it.

“I'm still not going out with you,” Caroline gasps out, fisting her hand in his hair.

Nik clicks his tongue. “One excellent fuck on the counter it is, then.”

Caroline sighs when he surges up to kiss her and unbuttons her blouse. “I don’t usually do this, you know.”

“What?” Nik asks between kisses as she pushes the suit jacket off his shoulders and shoves down his pants.

“Have quickies in bathrooms of coffee shops.”

Nik looks delighted. “So I'm your first, then?”

“God, you're insufferable,” she groans, pulling him by his tie. “Are you ever not annoyi—”

She’s silenced by a quick thrust of his hips when he claps a hand over her mouth to stifle her moan.

“How’s the hotel?” Bonnie asks her as she’s getting dressed the next day.

“It’s nice.” Caroline runs a brush through her hair, frowning when the back puffs up. “I have to be at the courthouse in an hour. Luckily it’s only twenty minutes away. I might grab a coffee or something.”

“Well, good luck. Have fun jury-ing.”

“That’s not a word.”

“I'm going to go mess up your pots and pans now. Bye!”

Caroline mutters something unflattering under her breath, then grabs her purse and her room key, walking out the door. Stupid jury duty. She’s definitely going to be ranting at Bonnie when she gets home. Her best friend has the patience of a saint, she’d handle it.

Her cab’s late, predictably, but she reaches the courthouse with ten minutes to spare. She finds the courtroom quickly, and takes her seat just in time to see the judge sit down.

“All rise,” the judge drones, and everyone stands up, the defendant nervously looking at the jury when the bailiff swears them in. “Department one of the superior court is now in session, please be seated. The court calls to order Case 12389A. Prosecutor, opening statement, if you will.”

“Yes, your Honour,” says a voice from the far end, and Caroline’s brain stutters to a stop when she sees Nik stand up, his hands in the pockets of his suit.

Her eyes widen comically and she lets out a squeak, clapping her hand over her mouth. The juror next to her sends her a concerned look, which she brushes off. Nik’s still talking, but she’s not even paying attention. She’s on the jury on his case? Is this even ethical?

He doesn’t notice her, his eyes fixed on the judge, but Caroline’s fuming.

She’s going to kill him. She’d mentioned she’d be going to Boston for jury duty. Had it just conveniently slipped his mind to inform her that he was a lawyer who might be on the case she was on?

Maybe it’d be better, though. He’s probably forgotten her by now.

Nik sits back down, done with his opening statement, and with a quick sweep of the room, sends her a wink.

Her mouth actually drops.

“Potential juror thirteen.” A stern voice snaps her out of her trance to see the defence glaring at her. “Is there a problem?”

Caroline closes her mouth, gritting her teeth. “I have a conflict of interest.”

“By what—”

“It’s a personal—”

“Your Honour—”

The judge doesn’t even bat an eye. “Potential juror thirteen, you're dismissed.”

Well, at least something she’d seen on TV was true. Americans were really terrible about jury duty.

She storms out, ignoring the way Nik’s eyes twinkled when he laughed silently at her fit. Oh, she’s going to kill him. The nerve of him.

The fact that the guard outside tells her she can't leave the hotel they’ve been sequestered in because she was part of the case for however a short time doesn’t help her mood.

Neither does the knock at her door that night, which reveals the prosecutor himself, grinning at her, flashing her his dimples.

“Hello, love,” Nik smiles. “How about that dinner now?”

She slams the door in his face.

He wins her over eventually.

A year later.

#caroline forbes #klaus mikaelson #klaroline drabbles #klaroline

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gatheredfates · 1 month

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Kor and Minfilia for the NPC ask game!

Have your followers send you NPCs and you describe your OC's feelings/relationship to that NPC! I was sent Minfilia three times! This ask and two from @sayonaramidnight and @hythlodaes. Frankly, I think you all just want to hurt me because I do have a lot of thoughts about Kor / Minfilia. There's a trigger warning here for suicidal ideation / planning; please proceed with caution.

Kor loved Minfilia. She never got to tell her that.

It's a guilt nestled deep in her breastbone, not as keen as her sister's but no less pronounced; it echoes in the laughter of her friends, the quiet of a late-night hour and wherever the wild roses bloom. She loved her so keenly, the first person she really opened up to after her Lily died, and she lost her just as quickly.

I've written about it before, but Kor never saw her Echo as a gift. She never wanted to be a Scion, let alone a Warrior of Light, and always viewed the responsibilities as burden she bore because Hydaelyn was absurd enough to give it a woman who wanted to die. When she met Y'shtola and the other Scions she had just backed out of trying to throw herself down down to the cliffs beneath La Noscea, and she recklessly abandoned her station under the belief she would join the crew long enough to learn as much as she could about the Echo — to undermine it — then take herself out.

In waking there was only apathy, and her nights were full of nightmares.

But Minfilia? Minfilia was good. Far kinder than Kor deserved, and she knew it. She stood in the Sands while this ratty Captain waltzed through her door, reputation preceding her — all jagged edges and gnashing teeth — and accepted her all the same. She took her hand despite knowing the wolf could bite and said to her, "I validate your anger. What happened to you wasn't fair."

Minfilia always believed in Hydaelyn's light, which was always a point of contention between them, but she never pressured Kor to do more than what she wanted. If she wanted to walk away and abandon the Scions, that was her right. If she questioned her leadership or balked against her judgement, she would allow her — but she was always patient in explaining her reasonings and reconciling Kor's anger. She was allowed to feel like the Echo was a burden, she was allowed her anger and her grief. Minfilia also had the Echo, but she was not so naïve as to think it was a gift for everyone, and she would not shackle Kor to it no matter how much the realm might need her.

Kor only knew leadership through two lenses: fear or duty. She was respected as a Captain because balanced the weights of tough and fair, yet she believed her crew only followed her because they had limited choice. Minfilia taught her that it was possible to lead through kindness.

To lead through love.

There were many nights spent in the quiet of The Solar, quiet hours in the din. With drink in hand the two women would simply talk. Of duty, yes. But also about how they felt about the world and their places in it. Minfilia would get so passionate talking about her hopes for Eorzea and it nearly made Kor believe in it too.

Because she loved her. Not like a lover, but in the way a soul reaches out to another and says 'oh, I know you'. In the way Minfilia could ask Kor to die for Eorzea and she'd answer "How? By your blade or mine?"

Yet she believed in Hydaelyn's light. That was always a point of contention between them. When she called Minfilia answered, and Kor was left behind.

She was a confidant the woman needed, taken from her all too soon. But the lessons she gave her Kor did not forget, and they were the foundational point for her loyalty to the Scions.

I love you, I love you, I love you. You deserve to love too, Kor. You deserve to know love.

#｡･ﾟﾟ･ — 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 : koret #｡･ﾟﾟ･ — sea answers things #i hope this hurts you all as much as it hurt me #THANKS #i need a tag for kor's wol verse THIS IS A REMINDER TO MYSELF

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