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Entirely at your service

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It's Sanji's turn to stay on the Thousand Sunny while the rest of the Straw Hats explore a new island, so he makes his way up to the crow's nest for his watch. He is pleasantly surprised in more ways than one by what, or rather who, he finds up there.

Notes: NSFW, minors begone, lots of swearing, friends to lovers, porn with feelings, idiots in love, chubby OC, some angst, lots of fluff, praise kink, breast worship, consent really is sexy, inappropriate(?) use of observation haki, etc; word count 6.3k

AN: Baby's first fan fiction! Ya girl can have a little a shameless self-insert, as a treat. I've only seen OPLA and I'm not past the East Blue in the manga/anime yet, but I've done my best to keep everything consistent with canon.

AN 2: I use French as the language of the Celestial Dragons, and both Sanji and Amy are fluent. Most of the time, I'll put the English words in brackets at the end of the paragraph, but there are some recurring phrases that I'll leave untranslated: mère bleue is 'blue mother', as in Mother Ocean; merde is 'shit'; mon amour, chérie, and ma chère are endearments

Chapter One: you are here! | Next chapter | Masterlist: coming soon

Edit: read this chapter on ao3!

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As soon as the hatch leading to the crow’s nest clangs shut, Sanji sets his snack tray on the floor mats and collapses with a dramatic groan. 

“Fuck me raw,” he sighs.

“As appealing as that sounds, that’s gonna have to wait another couple days per Chopper’s advice,” a feminine voice deadpans behind him.

Sanji sits upright with a start, nearly knocking over his water bottle. “Mère bleue!” he exclaims as he turns to face his crew mate; “for some reason I thought you were in the landing party today.”

Amy’s reply is drowned out by the pounding of Sanji’s heart when he blinks and notices just how casually she is dressed. He recognizes her sarong as a recent gift from a grateful cloth merchant—he would stand by the assertion that everything looked good on Nami, the original recipient, but he’d have to agree with her that it suited their crew’s interpreter better—and the crocheted halter top as Amy’s own handiwork. He feels a sudden itch to find out for himself just how soft a yarn she chose for this particular work of art…

For lack of a mirror, Amy could not see what her face looked like; but she imagined that if she could, her eyes would be wide and sparkling with mischief. It’s certainly the feeling she always seems to get whenever she’s face-to-face with the handsome blond before her: a grin pressing at her cheeks to escape through the seam of lips pressed together, eyelids spread as if to take in more of him.

(Sometimes, she reckons she could spread other parts of herself for that purpose, if she thought him willing to put his money where his mouth always seems to go.)

“I’m not complaining, mind you,” she continues to say, “but this is the third—no, fourth time in a row!”

Sanji gulps and shakes the slightly-glazed expression from his face. “I’m sorry, can you say that again? I was…distracted by your beauty.” He winks one piercing blue eye, and skepticism be damned, she feels heat creeping over her body and pooling between her legs.

Amy rolls her eyes and fidgets with her sarong in lieu of making a snarky comment about blindfolds.

“As I was saying while you were ogling me, I was going to be one of the landing party, but Nami insisted on having Usopp join her in mapping the island because my handwriting is so much better than his, so I should be the one to help you with inventory. She’s not wrong, per se, but this is the third or fourth time in a row this has happened, and part of me wants to call bullshit.”

“Part of you? What about the rest of you?” Sanji asks, resolutely fixing his gaze on Amy’s eyes instead of letting it drift to her bust or the soft rolls of her exposed torso.

This time it’s Amy’s turn to deliver a blush-inducing wink. “The rest of me is simply happy to be spending time with you.”

“Well, lucky for us, sweetheart, I took the liberty of doing inventory earlier this morning so that Miss Nami would have a grocery list,” Sanji replies after taking a deep breath, “so I am…entirely at your service.” 

Entirely at your service. The words tickle Amy as she takes in Sanji’s shirtless form, supine once more and sporting that megawatt grin. As her gaze trickles down from his abs to those steel-hard thighs, she can’t even bring herself to be annoyed by how smug he looks; Mother Ocean knows how handsome he knows he is, how hard he’s worked to earn those well-toned—

“Have I rendered you speechless, mademoiselle?”

Sanji’s voice, sultry and teasing, interrupts her train of thought.

Entirely at your service.

Sanji knows he’s close to some sort of victory when Amy’s face flushes even more deeply and she still doesn’t answer right away. There’s something uniquely thrilling about fencing with words and looks the way Mosshead trains with Wado Ichimonji—maneuvering, testing, anticipating, parrying, scoring—and he reckons it has to do with the way both parties win something if one goes about it correctly.

He watches and sits up as Amy walks around to his front before she settles next to the tray of snacks. His heart thumps harder in his chest the same way that foolish thing does every time they’re in such close proximity, not quite touching but close enough that he wouldn’t even need to fully extend his arm were he to caress her cheek—

“You don’t need to sit up on my account, handsome. Maybe I’ll take you up on your offer later, but right now maybe I’ll serve you some—how does that sound?” Amy plucks a single grape from the cluster and holds it above his mouth.

Maybe I’ll serve you some.

It’s not often Sanji allows himself to contemplate what he might do with such an offer. As a child, he’d served in order to live; as an adolescent and now as an adult, he lives to serve. But sometimes it occurs to him that letting someone serve him instead can itself be an act of…well…service.

(It will take some time before he allows himself even to think the word ‘love’ in place of ‘service’, and longer still before he allows himself to speak it; but it’s there, waiting like a daffodil bulb in early March for safe conditions to bloom.)

There will be time for Sanji to unpack all of this later, when a beautiful woman is not offering him a grape that looks as sweet and delicious as the person holding it, looking at him with the inviting heat of an onsen—or perhaps it is the sort of hunger that no amount of grapes can quench but he might be able to satisfy anyway. 

All Blue forbid he keep a lady waiting. He lowers himself back onto the floor mats and opens his mouth.

“Good boy,” Amy teases in her best attempt at a sultry purr, frowning when Sanji gives her a strange look and shifts uncomfortably instead of rolling his eyes. “Sorry, does my femme fatale impression need work? Too over-the-top, not campy enough, too demeaning?”

“No, that was—no, no, you’re fine,” he replies, suddenly a little breathless. “How about that grape?”

If Amy notices the hunger filling both his mind and his gym shorts, she mercifully does not comment on it.

There’s a look in Sanji’s eyes that, if she didn’t know better, Amy might call naked desire, and the idea renders her dizzy with want, or it could be dehydration—she’s not sure, not in this weather. She drops the grape in Sanji’s waiting mouth, pats his jaw, and gets up to let a breeze in through a window.

She can hear the slight frown in Sanji’s voice when he calls, “Are you alright, darling? Can I get you something to drink? I think I saw a fountain somewhere…”

“You’re not beating the waiter allegations from Zoro anytime soon, are you?” Amy chuckles, the cooler air having relieved her flustered state.

“He can call me a scullion for all I care; it’s a small price to pay to see you satisfied.” The chef curses under his breath; there are no spare cups up here, so sharing his canteen will have to suffice. He brings it to Amy with an apologetic smile.

She takes a sip and smiles gratefully, and allows her eyes once again to wander over Sanji’s chiseled body. “I have a tall glass of water to drink from, and that’s a good place to start.”

Sanji draws a sudden breath and runs a hand through his hair. “Keep talking like that, and we might not get to finish the snacks I brought up.”

A wicked grin spreads over Amy’s face, and Sanji knows he’s fallen into his own trap.

“How about I help you finish your snack, and you help me finish mine?”

He groans and tilts his head back, and the creeping heat that became smoldering want is stoked into flame by the huskiness of his voice, by the way his neck seems further exposed, there for the kissing—

“Say the word, Amy, and all of it is yours.”

Amy merely smiles. She steps past him, hooking an arm around the far side of his waist as she goes; when he spins around to face her once again, she tugs on the hand suddenly holding hers.

“You gonna have a seat or what?” she asks, nodding toward the tray.

A moment’s hesitation, and Sanji steps forward into the gap between them.

“Are you gonna call me a good boy if I do?” he asks almost under his breath, just above a whisper.

They’re standing so, so close together now, Sanji is sure Amy can feel his breath on her forehead and the place where his shorts are almost too tight to contain him—because she might have called him a tall glass of water, but to him her eyes are Dressrosi kahlua, and he is so drunk on her gaze he would confess to a lot more than his longings, just for another shot.

“I can call you anything you like,” she breathes, “when I am entirely at your service.”

Their lips meet now in a kiss that, for all the repartee and flirtation that preceded it, is gentle and unhurried, a moment to be savored. After a few moments they pull apart, all smiles, long enough for Sanji to remark:

“I’m pretty sure that’s supposed to be my line.”

The pair dissolve into giggles and quick pecks as Sanji finally lays himself down beside the snacks.

To his left, recumbent and supporting herself on one arm, Amy realizes her mistake and gestures to the tray. "Would you mind passing me those?" she asks.

"I thought you were supposed to be serving me," he replied with a mock pout and still-twinkling eyes. 

"I was always taught it was impolite to reach directly across someone's personal space." Amy raises an eyebrow, still looking amused.

Gently, tentatively, as if reaching out to pet a cat, Sanji places his left hand on the small of her back. The hitch in Amy's breath at his touch and the way her eyes widen send a tingling sensation down his spine, straight to his groin. He flashes her the most charming smile he can muster.

"Chérie, in case I haven't made it clear, I want you in my personal space; and unless I am reading you wrong, in which case I apologize sincerely..." He begins to remove his hand.

"No, no, keep doing that—"

(Amy almost doesn't recognize that plaintive voice as her own, but the way his broad palm spread across her back and the soothing way he moved his thumb in little circles have seared themselves into her mind like an addiction.)

Sanji, that smug, sexy bastard, grins and does as he is told.

“…if I am not mistaken, you want me in your personal space, too.” 

Amy is speechless for a moment with an embarrassment she can’t quite explain, but she knows exactly how to get back at Sanji. With his hand back in its place holding her, she smiles sweetly and says:

“Thank you…”

—she moves not only to reach across him for the food, but also to straddle him entirely, which she is sure was his plan to begin with; but then she leans her head close to his, and her smile turns impish—

“…or should I say ‘good boy’?”

Pulling her waist closer with one hand and pushing himself up from the floor with the other arm, Sanji kisses Amy again, trailing along her jawline with an unmistakable urgency.

“Mon amour,” he pleads, “laisse-moi te montrer ce que tu m’inspires…” [Let me show you what you inspire in me...]

“Ho-hold on, lover boy,” Amy gasps, giving the smallest yelp when his hand squeezes a plush asscheek and presses her body against his hardness. “Don’t forget what you came here to do. We don’t—fuck—we don’t waste food.” She pushes against Sanji’s chest and hopes he can see the sympathetic reluctance in her face.

He whimpers. Sanji whimpers, and the sound of it is almost enough to break her resolve; but she knows that if he loved anything in the world more than women, it would be food alone. She presses her forehead to his and a gentle kiss to his nose.

“We don’t waste food.”

If Sanji didn’t know better, he’d think he was dreaming. If he’s dreaming, then woe betide the person who wakes him up, he thinks.

The afternoon sun backlights Amy’s head like a halo, and the breeze through the window causes her brown hair to flutter like a curtain or a sacred veil. Sanji thanks whatever deities are listening—for surely the vision above him is divine in source as well as appearance—for every person before him who fumbled their chance at the privilege that is now his. Hell if he knows what a rejected-princeling-turned-pirate-cook could possibly offer that is worthy of a goddess like this; but he would devote himself to her, be her high priest, beg her to take him as her throne—anything for the heaven in her embrace, if she would only let him.

We don’t waste food.

The reminder nudges Sanji out of his angst, and he grins. “Let’s have those snacks, then, before we get carried away and fill up on something else.”

He gives Amy one more kiss on her lips, chaste yet searing, and lets her go.

The absence of his hand on her waist feels like a loss, until she sits back to reach for the grapes and feels something pressing below her tailbone. She exchanges a knowing smile with the man pinned beneath her, handsome as a demigod.

“You know, if we share those snacks, they’ll be gone faster,” he muses, before dropping his voice even lower. “Then you and I can have our ways with each other.”

“Someone’s eager.” Amy winks and picks up a piece of bruschetta.

“Eager to please you, eager to serve you, eager to feel you in the throes of bliss—yes, I am eager, and you deserve an eager lover, Amy.”

Amy looks stunned. Sanji gestures to the bread slice in her hand.

“Mind telling me how that bruschetta tastes?” he asks. “I used a different combination of cheese and seasoning since we couldn’t find any mozzarella in the last port.”

You deserve an eager lover.

Amy knows this to be true, knows that a lack of sex is better than mediocre sex; but knowing is one thing, and hearing a would-be lover echo the sentiment is another. Not only that: Sanji says it with such conviction, as if pleading with her to believe it too. It's refreshing. Arousing.

So...maybe she leans forward a bit more than necessary when she brings a morsel to Sanji's waiting mouth, and delights in the way his noises of appreciation seem to be as much for the heft of her breasts as for the acidic tang of the diced tomatoes. Maybe she grinds her bottom on his clothed cock just a little when she reaches for another handful of grapes, and smiles with the knowledge that his moaning isn't only for the bursts of sweetness on his tongue. Maybe she is uncommonly thorough when licking the sticky tangerine juice off his fingers.

Entirely at your service.

Maybe I’ll serve you some.

Swimming as their heads are with heady lust, it takes Sanji and Amy by surprise when they find the snack tray empty. They stare at it in silence for a long moment, before—

“Should I, uh—”

“That went more—”

“No, sorry, you go—”

“You go—”

Sanji sits up, laughing, and Amy kneels in front of him, head cocked to one side.

“You wouldn’t happen to have any condoms on you, or know whether Zoro keeps any up here?” Amy asks quietly.

“Hm? I think Mosshead keeps all his in his belt thing; Franky’s shooting blanks and exclusive with Miss Robin, so they don’t need any—”

“Wait, how does Franky know…”

“Apparently the Surgeon of Death also does vasectomies from time to time—wish I’d thought of that the last time we ran into them.”

“Damn. But do you have any?” Amy asks, leaning closer and poking him gently.

Sanji sighs deeply. “Don’t got any rubbers on me, but I keep some in the bunk room…”

“Hmmm, mais je ne peux plus attendre.” With her left hand on his right cheek, Amy pulls Sanji in for a lingering kiss. “J’ai besoin de toi maintenant.” [but I can't wait anymore; I need you now]

“Fuck, Amy,” Sanji groans between hungry, open-mouthed kisses, “how’m I supposed to resist you when you talk to me all sweet like that?” He slides a hand just above the waist of her sarong for emphasis, and cautiously slips a couple fingertips between fabric and skin.

Amy allows her fingernails to lightly scrape his skin as her free hand finds his spine; the hand already on his face threads through his hair. “You’re not supposed to resist me,” she murmurs into his jawline as she pulls his head back to expose his neck. “You’re supposed to forget about that snack tray, forget about our crewmates”—she places a cluster of kisses along his neck—“and enjoy some time alone with your lover—”

Your lover. The words send shivers coursing over Sanji’s skin.

“—just…enjoy yourself for a while.” She looks up at him through half-lidded eyes and allows one hand to drift down to his waistband.

“Well, when you put it like that—merde, ça me sens bien—let me at least put a towel down for us?” Sanji reluctantly extracts himself from Amy, pressing a kiss to the back of her hand when he catches a pout on her lovely face. [that feels good]

“Make it quick, mon amour…vraiment, j’ai besoin de toi…” [truly, I need you]

Sanji pulls a couple towels from a nearby rack, drapes the larger one so that it flows from the bottom step onto the floor, and sets the smaller one beside it. Approaching Amy, he holds a hand out to her with the air of a gentleman at a ball asking a lady to dance. She takes it and pulls herself up to stand in front of him.

“We’re really doing this, aren’t we?” she asks with an adoring smile.

Sanji cups her face in both of his hands and looks her in the eyes. “We can stop at any time and it won’t cause problems between us, y’know that, right? I want this to be enjoyable for both of us.”

Amy lets her eyes flick down to Sanji’s parted lips before meeting his gaze. “What would really be enjoyable right now is you kissing me…”

“So needy,” he teases, but obliges Amy anyway.

“‘Needy’? The love cook calls me ‘needy’?” she replies with mock outrage. “You’re the one who tricked me into straddling you and got so horny over a simple pet name that you reverted to Celestial!”

Sanji gives her a mischievous smile and another peck. “You stepped into the trap very willingly, though, didn’t you?” Another kiss, lingering a moment, and he adds: “And I know for a fact you loved it when I switched languages.”

“Quoi d’autre peux-tu faire avec ta langue, hmm?” Amy whispers against Sanji’s lips. [What else can you do with your tongue]

“S’il te plaît, chérie,” he whispers in kind, his fingers dancing lightly along one arm as he lifts it to his shoulder, “je peux te démontrer…” [If it please you, I can demonstrate]

Suddenly he bends down, and with a grunt he lifts Amy by her thighs, one on either side of his waist. He sets her down on the towel.

No sooner does Sanji let go of her legs than Amy is on him, gripping his face with both hands and kissing him voraciously. 

“That’s so—ungh—so fucking hot, Sanji,” she moans. “Fuck, you’re strong.”

“You’re not that heavy, are you?” Sanji manages to say between kisses—not that he’s complaining. “Ten stone, twelve?”

“Fourteen last I checked,” Amy murmurs into his chin. “You’re so good at what you do, I’m always hungry for more.”

Sanji chuckles at her double entendre. “Fourteen’s nothin’, long as I let my legs do the work.”

“Definitely the sexiest legs I’ve ever seen.” Amy sucks lightly at the base of Sanji’s neck, and almost erases his train of thought completely.

“Merde—since your own, of course, right?” He places his hands on her knees and ever-so-slowly moves them upward.

“Mmm, naturally,” Amy murmurs, more interested in Sanji’s collarbone.

“Are you even listening right now?” Sanji asks, grinning with amusement as he pulls away. He laughs when Amy makes a whining noise and chases him with her lips.

“Your tongue is doing way too much talking, lover boy. Starting to think maybe you’re all talk.”

Sanji narrows his eyes.

Before Amy has time even to discern anything from his smile, Sanji’s gripping the back of her head in one hand and nudging her mouth open with his tongue. His other hand slides higher along her thighs, tantalizingly close to where she suddenly realizes she needs his touch the most. She moans into Sanji’s hungry mouth, the noise sounding more like a whimper than she would have liked to admit were she clear-minded; but her senses are consumed with him, and she can’t bring herself to care. His appreciative groans are like held notes on a saxophone; he smells of musky cologne and sweat in a way that registers as the essence of virility in the back of her mind; he electrifies her skin with the slightest contact; she can taste fruit and spice on his tongue, and—

“Sanj, there’s something metal in your mouth, is that a piercing or…?”

Amy leans back to peer into Sanji’s grinning mouth, and sure enough, the frenulum is pierced with a horseshoe bar.

She puts her arms around his neck and pulls him close again. “You know, I’d heard you described as having a silver tongue,” she teases, her lips a hair’s breadth from his, “but I didn’t think Nami and Usopp were being serious.”

Sanji kisses her again, delicate and sweet like a meringue. “It’s surgical steel, love, but I appreciate the sentiment.” He chuckles and Amy rolls her eyes fondly.

“Now, why don’t we go back to your talent show?” she suggests.

“A show, hmm? I’ve never tried exhibitionism, but we can talk kinks later, sure.”

“You know what I meant!” Amy laughs, giving Sanji’s shoulder a playful backhand.

“Oh, yes, that’s right: the talent show in which I”—Sanji places one more kiss on Amy’s smiling mouth—“pleasure this lovely lady”—he whispers before kissing behind her ear and sliding his hands to the laces of her top—“with my tongue until she”—loosens the knot holding the halter-neck in place and nips an exposed shoulder, prompting her to buck against him—“begs me to make her cum on my face.” He presses his face into her cleavage, and looks up to gauge her expression. “That one?”

Amy combs a hand through Sanji’s corn-silk hair, pushing it back from his forehead, and gasps with something like awe marbled with need. His lust-darkened eyes peering up at her from between her breasts might be the most erotic thing she’s ever seen.

Entirely at your service.

You deserve an eager lover.

“Oh, Sanji…” she sighs and leans back against the bench. “Please, yes, I need it…

“…do I get to serve you after?”

The question is so airy and quiet that Sanji almost doesn’t catch it, occupied as he is with the scent of Amy’s perfume and the solemn task of unbuttoning her from the other side. “What’s that, darling?”

Amy holds his face between her hands and pets his flushed cheeks with her thumbs. “Do I get to return the favor once you’ve made good on those wonderful things you said you want to do to me?”

“You may not need to. I’m pretty, ah, worked up right now—might be that I’ll follow you over the edge when you cum for me.” Sanji kisses her palm and, taking hold of her hand, guides it along the faint trail of hair leading to where he needs her touch the most.

Amy wants to press the question further, but contents herself with pressing her hand to the bulge in Sanji’s shorts. She gasps in wonder at his size and the needy cry that pours from his lips.

“Let’s find out for sure, shall we?” She turns her back to Sanji and lifts her hair out of the way.

Seating himself on the bench beside Amy, Sanji can reach the buttons just fine, but he welcomes the chance to lavish her neck with a flurry of kisses. He smiles against her skin at her giggling, and thinks of how quickly the sound is becoming one of his favorites.

Amy’s breath, already shaking, hitches when she feels her top come loose, and again when Sanji sucks lightly on the skin joining her neck to her shoulders.

“Sanji, please…”

“Shhh, darling, I’ll take care of you,” he murmurs as his hands snake over the bare skin of her waist to cover hers in the front. “Your body is so soft, so beautiful. I love it.

“Can…can I just…feel it for a moment first? Explore it, admire it for a bit before I ravish you?” Sanji continues, tracing with his fingers the places that had previously been covered.

“Just as long as your body stays on mine.” Amy sighs dreamily and leans against him, eyes closed, happy to let him fill her senses once again.

There has, historically, been precious little in Sanji’s life that could be described as soft or tender. Such is a hard-working life at sea, to say nothing of what came before his stint on the Orbit; even on such a well-appointed ship as the Thousand Sunny, piracy is piracy, and the oceans swallow the weak. So when something comes Sanji’s way that could be construed as even the vaguest promise of devotion, he has learned to seize it, to enjoy it while he can, before the Blue Mother’s waves inevitably carry it out of reach.

He does not seize Amy, for she is not a pipe dream or a fantasy: she is substantial, in multiple senses of the word, generous in the warm plushness of her body and likewise in the beauty of her soul. He paces himself, like a man who has known starvation followed by plenty; though he does have to take a steadying breath when she sets aside the bralette and turns toward him, now bare-chested. One hand goes to her heartbeat, one to her shoulder, trailing downward and leaving a tingling heat in its wake.

“I want to figure you out, chérie, before I take you apart,” Sanji rasps in Amy’s ear as he engages his haki.

Amy has a hunch she’s in for some of the best sex of her life. Not that she has a great deal of first-hand experience for the love cook to exceed—men did not often stay in her life long enough for attraction to develop—but even if Sanji is as much of a serial womanizer as Nami and Zoro make him out to be, he has already proven attentive and empathetic enough to be above average. It’s not his skill she’s worried about—

The casual flick of a thumb across a now-stiffened nipple jolts Amy back into the moment with a squeal.

“Fuck, Sanji, that feels so good, do it again…”

He obliges, of course he does, and pleasure like an electric shock goes straight to her cunt, suddenly flooded with slick. She arches her back, leaning forward into his touch; and he must have heard the needy impatience in her wordless moan, because he pulls her flush with him and nibbles her ear. 

“Où d’autre, where else do you need me?” Sanji murmurs. “J’ai besoin de te plaîre…” [Where else; I need to please you]

Where doesn’t she need him? Amy wonders. “Everywhere, babe, jus’—fuck—everywhere. My neck, my hands, my tits, need you inside, everywhere.”

Sanji’s face lights up like he’s received the best news of his life, and he kisses her again. 

“As my lady commands.”

As he nibbles at her ear and her neck, Amy can’t resist rolling her hips against him, flush as she is with his hardened abdomen and his cock, and spirits it feels so good—

“Amy, my love,” Sanji pleads, “I don’t want to cum yet, let me do this for you—”

“But Sanji…”

“Amy. Don’t you want me to keep my promise to you?”

He stands and pulls her up as well, and continues: “Don’t you want to find out what my tongue can do? I should think you wouldn’t want the talent show to end so early.”

“Your fingers untying my skirt are giving me a mixed signal,” Amy mutters, though her fingers digging out the knots belie the annoyance in her words.

“I’m going to have you lay back for me, darling,” Sanji says as he folds the sarong, “and I want to have a cushion for your beautiful head.” He holds the garment out to her, and he’s looking at her with such tenderness that she feels something clench in her chest. “Your comfort matters to me.”

“And you feeling good matters to me.”

“Tell you what,” Sanji offers as his hands push gently on Amy’s hips, encouraging her to sit. “I get to taste every part of you, and you get to shower me in praise and ‘good boys’ to your heart’s content. How does that sound?”

“And then I get to play with your cock?” she asks, pouting slightly but positioning herself on the towel nevertheless.

Sanji makes a choked gasp. “Merde, yes, then you can play with my cock.”

“Sounds good to me.” Amy leans back and watches as he hems her in, elbows on either side of her shoulders, powerful legs astride her own.

Sanji takes a deep breath and considers what he learns from his haki. Amy shudders almost imperceptibly with each heaving breath; her eyes, wide and dark, dart between his eyes, his lips, his chest, and occasionally his groin. Her back is arched just enough to not have the steps’ wooden lip pressing into her, or perhaps she means to draw his attention back to her sizeable breasts; and her knees are turned outward, as though readying her legs to cage his lower torso close to her own. She smells of jasmine, sweat, and the spiced tang of arousal, so much arousal. 

He can’t wait to taste her. With no dissonance of thought or feeling in her aura to give him pause, the tasting begins.

He starts, quite naturally, with her mouth: lips that capture his sight whenever she has occasion to wear lipstick, staining his fantasies a pomegranate red; gasps and moans that spill from her like an overturned glass of sparkling wine; the lingering taste of sweet words and peppery olive oil on a tongue seeking out its counterpart to pull him closer. When the cruel need for oxygen forces them to pull apart, Sanji and his own clever tongue find the sensitive spot just behind Amy’s ear that he knows will make her nerves sing—

“SANJI, oh gods!” she cries, sure enough—

“Amy, chérie, would you be very offended if I were to leave a souvenir on your skin?” Sanji asks in a husky voice while he has her ear. “A mark of my passion, so to speak?”

Amy does not answer right away and her frenzied groping stills, but her embrace remains steady, which soothes his unease. She’s considering it, Sanji reminds himself.

Finally, she caresses his cheek, and he takes the chance to kiss her inner wrist. “Put them in places that can be covered with ease,” she replies decisively. “Whatever…this is”—for the first time since he found her in the crow’s nest Sanji hears a note of apprehension in her voice—“it’s our treasure, and I’d like to enjoy it that way for a bit before making it known to anyone else.

“We may be Straw Hats, but we are still pirates,” Amy continues with a smile returning to her face. “I think we’re allowed to be a little cagey about our hidden treasure.”

Whatever this is. Our hidden treasure. When he looks back on this afternoon, with Amy’s words hanging in the air between them, this won’t be the moment Sanji falls in love, much less when he recognizes his heart as belonging entirely to her; but something does shift in him, a moment he will later describe as Amy beginning to take root in his soul.

In the meantime, Sanji’s cock is twitching at the prospect of marking this woman as his, and again with the thrill of keeping a secret. “Such an angel,” he groans into her neck, “such a privilege just to touch you.”

Such a dangerous business, this whole falling-in-love thing, Amy thinks to herself. No, she’s not in love, not with one of the most notorious flirts on the Grand Line, even if he does look like he belongs on a magazine cover instead of a pirate vessel. Even if she isn’t merely imagining the heartbroken look on his face at the words ‘whatever this is’. Even if he is the most caring lover she’s ever had—because that’s just the thing: he does love generously, he loves in defiance of the sire he left behind, he loves and he loves and it would be selfish of her to want some part of it to be hers alone, wouldn’t it? No, she’s not in love with Sanji, but the cliff’s edge is right there, and the call of the void is strong.

“Chérie, have I lost you again? Is everything alright?”

Sanji’s handsome, smiling face is hovering above her chest again. Amy runs her fingers through his hair—he closes his eyes and hums at the sensation—and tucks it behind his ear.

“I was just…distracted by your beauty.” She smiles and winks.

“Using my own lines on me, are you?” Sanji growls in mock annoyance.

“What?! I’m just learning from the best.”

“Flatterer.”

“Clearly flattery works, or else you wouldn’t be straddling a mostly-naked woman right now.” Amy begins to drag one foot along Sanji’s leg for emphasis.

In lieu of an answer, he shudders and trails a finger along the side of one breast, which he lifts toward his mouth. While Amy lets her head fall back against the improvised cushion, he mouths at one pebbled areola with relish and strokes the other with a firm thumb, basking in her babbled praises over the next several minutes.

“That feels so, so good, darling, so good…

“Gods, your tongue is incredible—yes, just like that!”

“Oh, fuck—could let you do just this to me for hours…”

…and Sanji thinks, feeling the way she bucks and tenses under his caresses, he’d be willing to do it, too, his own erection be damned, if he didn’t think muscle cramps on his part would put a damper on her pleasure. If nothing else happens between him and Amy, he could at least go for months touching himself just to this memory.

Mercifully, the sound of a soft chuckle interrupts Sanji’s anxious thoughts before they have a chance to spiral. He leaves off the sucking motion of his tongue and looks into Amy’s half-lidded eyes. “Chérie?” he inquires tentatively.

She again combs his hair back with her fingers, still smiling. “It just struck me as funny, the way you looked like a boy licking his first ice cream cone of the summer.”

Sanji stares a moment before spluttering with indignation. “And what is a man supposed to look like as he is worshiping at his lady’s breasts?” 

Unfortunately, this serves only to make the lady in question laugh harder, albeit with fondness, and touch her forehead to his.

“I don’t know, I don’t know! It felt so good, but when I opened my eyes, there you were, swirling your tongue like you were afraid of letting your mint chocolate chip melt—”

“Melt?!” Sanji echoes, still playfully indignant. “Oh, I’ll make you melt—”

—to which end he pushes Amy back down and renews his ministrations with a vengeance, licking and sucking and nipping the sensitive buds, and tickling her sides. His hands slide lower and lower along her hips until he’s teasing the skin just above her panties; and when she makes no move to bat his hand away, he dips two fingers into the heat of her folds.

Amy never knew sex could be so fun.

Well, no, that’s not quite true; she’s long known, in an intellectual sort of way, that feeling safe and relaxed emotionally is conducive to both having fun and to having good sex. But the wisdom gleaned from others feels like an understatement compared to the euphoria and the anticipation suffusing her right now.

“You—” she pants, smiling, “you’re as good as your word, ah-aren’t you?”

Sanji releases a reddened nipple with a lewd smack.  “And you, love, have been melting for a while already, haven’t you?” He runs a finger along her slit, grinning wickedly at her wetness. 

“Oh fuck, Sanji, keep—keep doing that…”

“Tell me, Amy, is all of this for me?” Sanji all but purrs. Her pussy clenches at the sight of him licking her slick off of his hand and she whimpers.

A whimper is not enough for him: his fingers tease her clit, dancing around but never touching it. He flicks a nipple with his tongue. “I need words, ma chère…” he says.

Amy does not have words, though. There is nothing in Amy’s world save her body, and Sanji’s touch, and pure sensation.

“Answer me,” Sanji insists in a rumbled voice; and when he hears no answer but more wordless whimpering, he bites on Amy’s nipple and strokes her clit at the same time.

“Fuck! SANJI!” she screams, mustering the last two words in her brain as her world turns from pure sensation to white-hot ecstasy.

Likes, reblogs, and replies are appreciated, especially if somehow I fucked up post formatting or my French grammar LOL

#one piece #one piece live action #black leg sanji #one piece fanfiction #one piece oc #sanji smut #sanji x oc #oc x canon #one piece smut #my fictional husband #my ocs #my fanfiction #oc: Amy Lajoie

[daze4all]

OC/Reader Insert as a Subtle SAGAU Idea or just use Stelle (HSR)

Tartaglia x Childhood friend OC Ruyi/ Reader Series

Traveling Ms International

Born into Teyvat, and yet after an incident of falling into the abyss with your main character childhood friend you have flashes of past & future as if you knew this world before in another life….

Said childhood friend comes back to disrupt your peaceful life in Liyue and drags you around the world and other’s start to want you for your powers and just you.  A subtler take on Sagau if it was oc insert.

Just a shameless way for reader to be captured in the arms of Genshin boys while forced on a world trip around Teyvat for each update ~

Rough Timeline/Title Idea/Drabbles

In the Snows Of Snezaya- Childhood Friend! Reader x Ajax

 Liyue: Hostage! Reader x Childe during Osial Incident. Hey do remember me ?

Liyue: -Dust to Dust-Mistaken as Guizhong Reincarnation x Zhongli- While Ruin diving in Havria salt house.  

Liyue Set on the Seas for Inazuma new mission To Tell the Truth – Tartaglia Oracle reader

Inazuma: Scaramouche Captures Reader for Leverage against Ajax whose sent to capture him

Sumeru: Sees vision of Scaramouche as God & his past leading him to call you his first follower and my priestess.

Fontaine: Prophetess can you help undo the Prophecy? Neuvalette or wrio idk

Synopsis:

A subtler take on sagau. Oc/reader insert born the oracle but not knowing and yet characters have the urge to hunt her down to be stolen or saved.

Basically, reader knows as much about teyvat through visions and dream as we do which would be weird for a teyvat npc but not us as the viewers. 

Based a Bit on Ruyi OC

Or for a Crack thought:  A SAGAU take using Stelle from Honkai Star Rail.

A Fallen Star Series: Stelle is not sure who she is, but she is pretty sure she is not this promoridal creator everyone on this new planet, Teyvat thinks she is.

AKA Stelle’s MC ability to read flavor text and see cutscenes (jazzily self-named Star sight & star touch) that allows her to see connections to other planets, as well as the past and future sight of the world leads to her being mistaken as the primordial creator of Teyvat.

Also, Stelle is such chaotic trash raccoon to throw into Teyvat

Stelle dealing with awkward situations on Teyvat “um no I’m not your God” while posseisng unknown path powers would be funny while everyone is haywire on the astral express train trying to find where she fell off the train

 

 AKA Where else does the crazy flavor text from honkai star rail come from? And I wish Teyvat had some..

 A crack take on the Sagau trope because I kind of hate it and love it at the same time

 Sagau is a convenient vehicle to pair up a random reader or oc genshin character around teyvat or has that hard on to kill them cuz love=killing right?

To see if any of these ideas are worth pursuing or posting or just letting it die in the tumblr trash can

#hsr mc #stelle hsr #stelle honkai star rail #honkai star rail #genshin impact oc #Genshin impact x honkai star rail corssover #genshin sagau #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact zhongli #honkai star rail x reader #sagau x reader

[nomorefstogive]

Our Dearest Sin (Cross Posted on Ao3)

Well, well, well, here we are again ladies, gentlemen, and all things that lie betwixt the two, another rabbit hole to dive headfirst into and another project that will likely not be fully completed till at last we are laid to rest under the cold earth in colder stone. 

This is a trip into the bleak and despair filled world of Path To Nowhere, a land of sinners, Corruptors and Maniacs. A land of Black rings and of shadow Cabals that threaten to upend all there is and all there will be in a vain pursuit of their own goals.

But dear friends, none of these are why we are here.

No, we are here my esteemed comrades to instead indulge in some comfort and fluff, with the occasional sprinkling of angst for extra seasoning here and there, along with the occasional dark and warped and horrifically brutal moments for that extra kick, in the form of some oneshots featuring the wonderful Sinners of this world and the lovely Female Chief of Minos, though we likewise have ideas for a ficlet series with a female OC or reader insert for some of the ideas we have, though that might end up benign adapted for the Chief instead as well, we will have to see. 

A bit of a tidbit before we begin, we are a shameless yuri fan and simp, so expect most of these to be about the ladies of PTN, though the men will likewise get their days in the sun…maybe…probably…okay there is somewhere between a 0.01% and 70.0% chance they will be covered in platonic or friendly manners okay?

As a final note, this fic was inspired by Ota1612’s own Path to Nowhere fic, alongside Prisoner_of_Sin's own fic as well, links will be below this paragraph.

Ota1612’s Fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50373349/chapters/127266175 

Prisoner_of_Sin’s fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49781623/chapters/125660485 

That said, this project is something of an experiment in seeing if we can keep each entry below 10k words, that said we do not have much faith in that happening lol. 

With all of that said, let us begin our dive down this rabbit hole shall we?

Please note that you are all free to make use of any of the ideas you see in this story, so long as due credit is given and we are informed about them so that we can see what you have created as well. 

P.S. This Female Chief will be named Persephone, we were originally going to use our own Chief’s name, Lada, but we like the idea of using Persephone as a name for this female Chief a great deal more. 

Now, with all of that said and done, let us begin shall we?

Our first Chapter is devoted to the wonderful topkurorights, featuring Langley and the female Chief, so here we go.

Female Chief Pampering Langley After Work

It came to her slowly, like the slowly spreading venom of a serpent, that thing known as awareness that aimed to pull her forth from the tranquility that she had been savoring despite her valiant attempts to turn and flee from it and retreat into the merciful embrace of that quite dark stillness once more.

Yet in vain were each of her efforts,for no matter how grand and terrible the struggle she raged against it, and no matter how desperately she clawed at the darkness in pursuit of returning to its tranquil embrace, she found herself pulled forth from the safe cocoon of stillness and quiet and into a hazy fog of awakening. 

First to come to her was Touch, and with it there came to her the sensation of warmth gathered beneath her head, a pleasant sensation that seeped into her scalp and made her long to keep her eyes closed for longer still, and one that was made all the more intense by the feather light caress of soothing warmth and silken smoothness that carded across her brow before it dipped to cup her cheek, a softness that put shame to her sheets and blankets and made her long to burrow into its embrace.

Second to come to her awakening senses was Scent, something floral and soothing, a flower, whose name evaded her, and a faintest of hints of lavender, and below it further still was something not quite recognizable to her, something that combined with the floral aroma into something that resonated within her mind as the smell of something dearly beloved and cherished and made her shift to nuzzle closer to the source of it, allowing the soothing smell to ease her once more. 

Third to greet her awakening form was Sound, the distant echo of thunder resounding above the gentle pitter patter of rain, yet neither of these came to her as strongly as a low humming sound that caressed her ears as the gentlest whispers of wind, and yet still it echoed in her ears in a way that nearly drowned out the roar of the thunder and the crack of lightning. 

And at last, there came that moment when she was made to relinquish the soothing blanket of darkness and to wearily open her eyes, her vision foggy with sleep and yet present weariness that yet tried to bid her return to the embrace of the dreaming realm, though still, even with blurred vision, she could make out something that made her heart throb within her chest.

For looking down at her with blue-gray eyes that seemed to shine as they gazed down at her slowly awakening form, a small smile curling the edges of delicate lips as her humming stopped for but a moment as she leaned in, her proximity making Langley close her eyes to avoid getting any of the locks of gray hair that softly tickled her skin in her eyes as lips ever so gently caressed her forehead for a moment longer than a heartbeat. 

The scent of before was heady this close, intoxicating and enthralling, bidding her to close her eyes and nuzzle into the pale neck that lay before her, idly ghosting her own lips over the pulse point that steadily beat below the ever so gentle skin, the taste of the smooth skin making her hum as a low sigh left the lips of the one who now began to pull back from her.

Lowly, and quite pitifully in hindsight, did Langley whimper as she tried to chase the woman that was moving back from her, trying to cox her to lean back in with an unintelligible warble and lidded eyes, her acts making the woman holding her chuckle lightly.

“You are always so adorable when you are sleepy.” There came to her ears these softly chuckled words as the hand that had stilled in its gentle massage of her scalp resumed it caressing, nails lightly caressing her scalp in such a way that Langley felt the desire to close her eyes and savor the sensation once more, only to force herself to remain awake.

“What…what time…what time is it ‘Sephone?” Sleepily and near unintelligibly there came these words from the lips of the Spider of Paradeisos as she tried to sit up, only for a hand to gently place itself on the center of her chest and push her back down to rest her head on what she now knew to be soft thighs, the hand caressing her scalp pausing to tile her head and coax it into nuzzling into her abdomen, an invitation eagerly accepted. 

A low hum left Persephone’s lips as she gently lifted her hand from Langley’s chest and began to softly stroke her neck up to her cheek, her thumb idly putting the slightest bit of pressure on the corner of Langley's lips, after softly caressing them for but a moment, the pressure making Langley part her lips and take the digit into her mouth, the action making Langley let out a low purr of content while a slight sigh of pleasure leave Persephone’s lips.

For a moment longer there was silence as Langley silently enjoyed the scent and warmth of her lover, the additional sensation and taste of her digit in her mouth only serving to further lull her into closing her eyes once more, though she yet stubbornly resisted until at last she heard her lover softly purr to her-

“Time to sleep dear, we don’t have any work today so you can rest a bit longer. So close your eyes and rest, I’ll be here when you wake up.” 

The words yet still lingering in the air, Persephone leaned down and gently placed her lips to Langley’s forehead for a moment, before she softly tilted her head such that she could elan down and gently ghost her lips over Langley’s own  for but a second before she pulled back with a small smile as she saw Langley close her eyes and begin to drift off to sleep once more.

Sighing softly, Persephone tilted her head back and closed her own eyes as she continued softly stroking Langley’s hair, allowing the gentle caress of her lover’s breath against her clothed abdomen to caress her as she began to slowly slip into unconsciousness herself, yet leaving her thumb in Langley’s mouth for her to suckly upon ever so gently as they both got some much deserved rest.

Fin

1,078 Words…Holy Shit that is the shortest thing I have ever written…How in the hell did…you know what? I’m not complaining, I feel that this short little oneshot can be ended here, though if anyone feels otherwise please let me know and I might go back and edit it a bit.

That said, this is but the start of this merry journey, though I feel I must remind you all that I have many other projects I am working on, and as such cannot promise regular or cohesive updates for this fic in the future.

But, with all of that said and done, I hope you all take care and stay safe,

See you in the next chapter.

#ptn #ptn chief #ptn langley #path to nowhere #path to nowhere chief x langley #path to nowhere female chief #path to nowhere langley #ptn female chief #cross posted on ao3

[runawaymun]

Your OCs are some of the best in the fandom. Most OCs (imo) tend to be either very flat (just needed a warm body so the main characters aren't rattling around in an empty world), don't 'fit' the setting (clearly an OC that is being put in the world because the author likes the character, not because it makes sense), or are shameless self inserts (which can be fun tow rite but are less fun to read). Your OCs aren't like that. They are well-rounded characters that make sense within the context of the world. I usually avoid OC-centric stories, yet find myself eagerly awaiting every update of Beneath a Boundless Sky. So that's what I think of when I think of as your 'trademark/thing' as a fic writer

😭😭😭 🥰🥰🥰 thank you!!!!!!! IDK I have always loved OCs -- but that's maybe because I wrote my own original fiction before ever touching fanfic (and it's still my mainstay). OCs are just so much fun!!!! Not to be weird about it but it's like making a new friend. I very rarely sit down and "craft" an OC consciously. They just kind of appear where it makes sense, or they show up because I am going "ok there's gotta be x kind of character here, let's see who it is", or (this happens perhaps the most often) -- I'm meeting them through another character. My favorite kinds of OCs are like little puzzle solutions (x character is like this, therefore...who are their friends/family members/antagonists, and what might they be like?)

It's just so much fun and such a privilege to get to be the voice for all these silly little guys and tell their stories. It always feels like a collaborative effort between me and the character. Sometimes they lie to me and sometimes they leave things out, and I only find it out in the second or third draft and sigh and have to go back and edit things to reflect the truth (even if the narrator is unreliable). Sometimes they do things that I don't expect. It really just feels like I am just following these dudes around with a notebook furiously scribbling things down as they happen!

Which is why I'm just so happy that you love them like I do!!!! 🥰🥰🥰 it means a lot!!!

[dramatisperscnae]

SHIPPING INFO:// Answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog

REPOST. DON'T REBLOG

What’s your OTP for your Muse(s)?

Oh hell. Let me see if I can remember all of them Stucky, Wnterhawk, Frosthawk [which I have accepted will never happen but I can dream dammit], Loki/Sigyn [HE LOVES HIS WIFE], Jaydick[any flavor; platonic or romantic], Dick/Babs, Dick/Roy, Remy/Rogue, Hyuroi, Hughes/Gracia[this man loves his wife okay], and the others either don't have an OTP because I haven't found one I like or they're OCs whose partner is another OC and therefore kinda pointless to list here XD

What are you willing to RP when it comes to shipping?

I'll try anything once. I'm a sucker for soulmate AUs, I'm great with deep platonic bonds -points at both Jaydick and Stucky-, gimme the romance, gimme FWB, just...-grabby hands- ship ALL THE THINGS Haven't ever really dabbled in toxic or hateships, but I would not be opposed to this with the right pairing and partner, either.

How large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?

This depends entirely on the relative ages involved, since I have two muses on here that are both over 2000 years old and at that point worrying about age gaps is really kinda pointless. That being said, I will not ship anything beyond purely romantic with muses below the age of 18 as a general rule, and that only because I have two muses with minor-aged verses [Dick and Conrad].

Are you selective when shipping?

To an extent; I ship chemistry above all, so there's no guarantee that - as an example - my Bucky is gonna be solidly romantically attracted to any given portrayal of Steve, or that I the writer am gonna click with the writer of any given Steve out there. Chemistry does not just mean chemistry of the characters; if our styles clash or we don't really mesh well then shipping's probably not gonna happen.

How far do steamy moments have to go before they’re considered NSFW? 

I tend to be very lenient here, but in general once the bits below the belt start getting named and/or there is full nudity I start tagging. Unless my partner starts tagging and/or readmore-ing first, in which case I follow my partner's lead and do the same.

Who are other muses you ship your muse with?

Oh lord. Okay. Arthur: Bruce ( @cxpedcrusxder ) Dick: Marcus ( @hacker-codeq ), Roy ( @thecreativeforge ), Clint ( @normaltothemax ), Jason ( @lazaruspitreborn , @messeduphood , potentially one or two others to be determined later) Kyle: None yet Loki: None yet Remy: Matt Murdock ( @defectivexfragmented ) Bucky: Clint ( @normaltothemax ) Corwin: None yet Clive: None yet Greyson: None yet Conrad: As my shameless self-insert I have a list I'd love to ship him with, but none have happened yet XD TJ: I used to ship him with Steve back in the day; currently none. Caspian: Michelle ( @misstisalir ); otherwise, none yet Hughes: None yet Judas: Gabriel ( @misstisalir ); otherwise, none yet Lucifer: also Gabriel XD [it's complicated] otherwise, none yet

Does one have to ask to ship with you?

Yes. Like I said earlier, even the 'obvious' ships [like Stucky] might not actually work out between us. Consent is always key. Also, it's more fun to let things develop naturally, that's how the best ships happen!

How often do you like to ship?

So long as there's chemistry, all the damn time

Are you multiship?

100% I have only ever considered limiting ships once and that was because the character involved had just been so built around his ship partner that playing him off anyone else was just weird. That is the exception to the rule here.

Are you ship obsessed or ship more-or-less?

-shrug?- Depends on what mood I'm in at the time and who happens to be loud and demanding XD

What is your favorite ship in your current fandom?

Uh. -looks at current DC obsession- do I have to just pick one? Probably Jaydick, but in all its permutations. It scratches that delightful Stucky itch of 'can be just very deeply platonic but also so goddamn romantic under the right circumstances' and I kinda love it. But also I've a softspot for Batcat when they're written right.

Finally, how does one ship with you?

Hop in my inbox and ask; it's a more reliable way to get in touch with me than messenger at first XD Chances are I already ship it to some degree, or will start shipping it if I haven't already thought of it and can see the potential -sideeyes his Aquabat ship with Fox as evidence >w>-

tagged by @defectivexfragmented tagging: You. With the face.

#dash games #psa #sure this counts as one of them XD

[vodkassassin]

It is so funny I see your post about exhausting the Corrie-centric fics, as I write a shameless SI-Corrie fic and sit on another half complete Corrie centric fic :)

How did you steal my identity so smoothly, I’m writing a shameless OC-insert-Corrie fic. Anon are you me from the future. How’s the writing going did we do any of it yet

#also post the fic #post the fic anon u coward #corrie stuff #Coruscant guard #clone wars

[twilightprince102-blog]

The Sing (2016) cast on November 1st

“🎶ROCKIN’ AROUND! THE CHRISTMAS TREE! AT THE CHRISTMAS PARTY HOOOP!!!🎶”: Meena, Jude (yes, they’re my OC), Buster, Gunter, Nancy, Crawley

“OCTOBER WAS THREE HOURS AGO CALM DOWN!!!”: Rosita, Ash, Mike, Eddie, Johnny

#((yet another shameless OC insert)) #illumination #illumination studios #sing #sing movie #sing 2016 #sing movie 2016 #jude therna #oc jude #oc jude therna #jude the jaguar #oc #my ocs #rosita #sing rosita #sing meena #sing jude #sing jude therma #sing gunter #sing mike #sing ash #sing nancy #sing johnny #Sing Buster #sing eddie #sing buster moon #sing eddie noodleman #sing theater gang #theater gang #christmas

[theyanderespecialist]

Long Lost Mate 1 (One Shot) Mate Fizzarolli X OC Michelle X Asmodeus (Yandere) (Helluva Boss)

[Well Hello My Sexy Readers, this chapter has been pre written for months and it my oc which is more so my persona in hazbin hotel so this is shameless self insert of myself Michelle written by me and my co author. Please enjoy this!]

(Michelle's pov)

I look in the mirror and sigh as my hand trailed over my mark. Fizzaroli...I knew he became a big name in hell, he looked so different than what he did in those days

I trace over the mating mark he had given me before turning away. He had left a few days later to the lust ring. I heard he was working at Ozzie's. It's the place to be, if you had a date. I don't. I wasn't unpopular by any means, I just didn't want to date at the moment.

I waited until the bouncer was busy with someone else as I sneak in and duck out of sight. The place was packed, as it always was as I looked around. Did he really work here? Why did I still care anyway? He left me. I hope I never hear that horrible nick name. It was worse than any other nick name--

"Michelley~? Is that you?" I hear as I turn to see him. Fizzaroli. Thousands of emotions flooded me as he reached out, pulling me up onto the stage with him.

"Fizzaroli--" "did you fianlly come to visit me after all these years? I'm hurt. I'm wounded. After all we did-- and didn't do." He said as he looked at the mating mark. "Ya didn't mate with anyone else?"

"I told you before, I did not want a mate, your the one who talked me into us marking each other..." She says she was a imp but she never conformed to mating traditions they had been in their senior year of high school and went to a mammon concert and fooled around. It was impulse and instinct thing she blame him and her heats being so irregular. In fact she had not had a heat since her senior year.

(Heats are basically like a period kind of in this one shot and as in real Life I rarely have periods so rarely have heats to breed and mate :D)

He gave a wicked smirk at that as her colour drained. "Well...as your mate, I should.fix that~ make that pussy all wet dripping with my cum huh~?" He asked

Michelle was ready to run. Because she knew if he started something he would trigger her heat. Female imps after mating and had irregular heats could be corrected by their mate well triggering the heat. The bond made the heat trigger and she had not had one in over a decade. She was not ready for another one. Honestly she did not think her body could handle the massive hear. She be sure she make his dick fall off from running him ragged.

"I should go..." She says and turns to leave only to be grabbed in a kiss.

Oh what a mouth, she was not fond of kissing but kissing Fizz always felt right. Dammit she is not thinking clearly.

(Yup I hate swapping spit XD Like It is the texture of spit and tongues XD But a few people I do not mind making out with XD And Fizz would be one of them also my co author I make out with her any day XD)

He wrapped his tongue around hers as he pulled her close, his body grinding against her, ever so subtly as she moaned into his mouth as his arm wrapped around her. Damn it this was a mistake cause his wonderful mouth is pulling her in again. He then picks her up bringing her on stage biting her mating mark pushing her just in the edge of her heat and she whines as her panties are flooded and her body is getting hot.

"Asshole~" She groans out but grinds on him her body in need of her mate

He smirked. "Hello All my sleeze and sleezets I am here and with something special I am going claim my mate for the first time in front of all of you~ Be warned she is a virgin~" He says and Michelle was not against it but was embarrassed at the thought of being fucked on stage.

He looked down at her, his eyes lidded as this devious smirk grew on his face.

"I'm going to completely ruin you baby~"he said as he quickly stripped her as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her up by her ass as he kissed her again, still not removing his own pants just yet, taking his time to tease her.

She moaned into his mouth and tried to take more of his tongue and she did him sliding it down her throat and then pulling away saliva connected their mouths as Michelle pants and eyes are half lidded.

(Fizzarolli's POV)

"you know you look good all sex crazed,~" I said as I hold her with one arm as I strip my pants off and look to see Asmodeus watching.

"Maybe I should leave ya like this for a few days~"

"no, don't you even fucking think about it!" She snapped.

She wrapped her hand around my throat angry and horny. "You left me after marking me! You do not get to make me wait a fucking second more or I walk!" She orders.

"Oh Dommy Mommy~" I purr.

"Shut up and fuck me~!" She orders.

I smirked at her as I laid her down on the stage, facing me as I get on top of her, not even having to do foreplay as I thrust into her. Immediately surrounded by her wet, slippery walls as she cried out as I take her first time.

"Oh fuck yes~ you feel so fucking good~ so wet already~ so.. breedable~"

She panted as she adjusted to me, luckily her heat was making it so she was was able to take it with almost on pain. I kiss down her neck licking over the bleeding once more mating mark. I kept my mating mark as well and oh satan this felt so right~ I looked at her as I throw my shirt off, baring my mark to her as her eyes focused on it, pulling me on top of her, her legs locking against .y waist as I thrust into her while she bites down.

I moaned as she marked me once more and I picked up my thrusts them becoming faster~

I gripped onto her as I looked down at her.

"I'm gonna fill you up baby, over, and over, and over until you physically can't take anymore of me~"

"Yes~! Please~!"she begs and clenches down on me at the same time

She's so beautiful~ and so tight. I found myself reaching my edge as I looked back up to see Asmodeus smiling.

Oh yeah he could enjoy we had been talking about kids. He needed a heir and I wanted a family. The way he was looking he approved~ She thrust up into me, suddenly cumming around me as she cried out for me

It pushed me over the edge cumming deep into her I tried to pull out but she kept her legs firmly locked around my waist

"More~" she moaned and flips us over

She was on top of.me now as I stated at her, but who was into dent her as I continue thrusting, my cum helping me to speed my thrusts up.

She gripped my shoulders as she rides me sliding effortlessly on me moaning her perfect breasts bouncing as she does so. I raised my hands, cupping them as my tongue rolls out, wrapping around one as she moaned.

"Fuck.." she muttered

I flicked my tongue over her nipple and her whole body shakes as she cums a second time. "fuck baby you keep cumming, and you'll be too tired for our boyfriend~" I purred.

She stops and look at me confused. "Boyfriend?" She asks as she comes down from her second orgasm

"mhm~ if you're okay with it of course." I said note concerned I pushed it to far as I pointed him out in the crowd.

She looked at him and then me as she gulped.

"Is...he..." "Oh yeah he's big. But it'll feel good~"

"You so owe me~" she says and kisses me again I knew she meant for up and leaving which I only regret not taking her with me

"I know baby..and I'll spend all of eternity making it up to you~"

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS first part done and though this was pre written months ago does not mean we have a part two yet I am sorry. Anyways I hope you all enjoyed stay sexy![

#yandere #yandere asmodeus #yandere ozzie #yandere fizzarolli #yandere helluva boss #yandere one shot #one shot #helluva boss #helluva fizzarolli #fizzarolli x michelle #fizzarolli x oc #fizzarolli x michelle x asmodeus #fizzarolli x oc x asmodeus #asmodeus #asmodeus x oc #asmodeus x michelle #epicnessqueen #asmodeus x oc x fizzarolli #asmodeus x michelle x fizzarolli #helluva asmodeus #michelle oc #oc

[rainydaydream-gal18]

(The Hobbit) Thorin x Reader: Dragonsickness and the Heart

(Author’s Note:  Well, it’s spring, and usually spring gets me in a hobbit/LotR mood, so here we are.  I actually wrote a shameless OC self-insert a few years ago, and decided to just take a section of it an make it a reader-insert.  

Warnings: Thorin acts like a lil creep, but in the end he wouldn’t do anything to hurt reader.  

While under the effects of the dragon sickness, Thorin says some things... You wonder if it’s the sickness talking, or perhaps it is his true feelings coming out.

Enjoy!)

   You struggled with the dwarvish armor, finally letting it fall to the ground. It was much too big and clunky: you could barely stand in it! Thorin had given the order for the Company to armor up, but it didn’t look like it would be possible for you. The clank of metal sounded in the armory around the corner, and you let out an exasperated sigh. You had taken your chosen armor to an empty room to avoid the humiliation as you attempted to try the foreign material on. Even after you managed to finally figure it out, the weight of the metal was too much. You weren’t exactly in the mood for endless teasing on Fili and Kili’s part. Dwalin might even find it humorous and would never let you live it down.

   Footsteps sounded around the corner, and you whirled around to come up with an excuse or explanation of some sort as to why you were hiding away like this. To your surprise, it was Thorin, all armored-up and looking…well…looking pretty good.

   Even with everything that had happened, after how crappy of a person he had become since the dragon sickness took its hold, you were surprised to feel your heartbeat pick up at the sight of him. He entered the dimly-lit room, eyes flickering from you to the bulky armor lying on the floor. He flashed an amused smile that made you feel weak.

   “Trouble?” he asked, pacing over with a raised brow.

   “Uh, y-yes,” you mumbled back, unable to meet his intense gaze. You tried to remind yourself that this wasn’t him. He wasn’t himself, yet it didn’t stop your heart from doing flips in your ribcage. “It obviously wasn’t going to fit. I don’t know why I tried anyways.

   “Because you’re you,” he responded with a chuckle, prompting a nervous laugh from you. He was being friendly, but there was still something off about him. His voice. He spoke in such a low and silky tone, practically laced with dragon sickness. It made you feel uneasy and not necessarily in a good way.

    As Thorin took a step forward, you caught movement in the corner of your eye and flinched out of instinct from being on the road. He noticed and paused, holding his hands up to show that he meant no harm. He only meant to give you something, he said. When you nodded, he rounded the corner until he was out of sight.  Moments later, he returned with a bundle of armor in his hands though these were different from the weighty pieces you had already tried. He handed you the iron shoulder plates first, and you marveled at the simple designs cast into them.  They looked as if they’d been made just for you.  Judging by the warmth in Thorin’s eyes, they had been.

   “These should suit you better.”

   You tentatively accepted the shoulder plates, fiddling with the leather straps that would hold them in place. You tried putting your arm through one loop as if it was a sleeve, but it felt wrong, so you tried a different angle, a different loop…

   As if reading your mind, Thorin took and unbuckled it. “Here.” 

   You gulped as he carefully took your arm and put it through the correct loop. Each movement he made was slow and drawn out, and you wondered for a minute if he was doing it on purpose just to make your heart race. It wasn’t doing anything to help the situations of your one-sided love towards him. You resolved to accept the rest of the armor politely and go find another hidden room to figure it out on your own, but as soon as the shoulder plates were secure, Thorin proceeded to strap on a chestplate.  Then he continued with a sort of metal shin guard.

   “There,” he said finally, checking some of the straps to ensure they were in place. “You will be much better protected.”

   “Yeah,” you murmured, releasing a breath.  “Thank you.”

   He gazed at you, placing a hand on each of your shoulders. “I will do all in my power to make sure you are safe.” Your eyes widened as he leaned in to whisper in your ear. “You should know I have grown rather fond of you, _________.”

   You remained still, absolutely shocked at the unexpected statement. It felt as if your body wouldn’t respond.  Surely, he doesn’t actually mean what he says? It must have been some strange effect of the dragon sickness, right?  

   You had joined the Company early in the journey in hopes of changing the ending.  You and Gandalf had an understanding that you would gain the Company’s trust and use your knowledge of Middle-Earth to ensure the line of Durin survived.  From the moment you appeared on the dirt path in front of the Company in your modern clothes feeling lost and uncertain, Thorin hadn’t taken much interest other than to bark orders to you or spare a disdained glance at you and Bilbo at your “softness” when it came to life on the road. 

   Over time, you learned to place your trust in the Company and to do your part so they’d trust you- including Thorin.  He and you had started to bond, especially in Lake-Town when you’d spoken to each other outside in the snow during the celebration of the dwarves’ return to the mountain.  You even managed to make him smile a few times.  You realized that as Thorin had begun to trust you, you trusted him not only as a leader but as a friend, and your affection grew beyond what you’d originally thought.

   Still, you wondered if perhaps it was all in your head.  Thorin had seen you as young and naive early on, but that was only because of your inexperience in the world of Middle-Earth.  Things had changed.  Perhaps they had changed more than you thought?

   Thorin’s breath disappeared from your ear as he pulled away to circle aroundyou, the armor clanking with every step. You were frozen to the spot, but your lips managed to form words.

   “What about Balin? You told him that you felt nothing for me and that you were focused on the quest.”

   An eerie chuckle echoed from behind. “I told Balin what he wanted to hear. I told him that so he would not question me any further on the matter, but the truth remains…” His voice sounded right behind you. “I care about you.”

   He was saying what you wanted to hear all along, and yet it felt so wrong now. This wasn’t the real Thorin, right? You could not possibly accept this declaration of feelings knowing that he would snap out of it soon enough.

   “W-we should go join the others…”

   His arm snaked around your waist, earning a gasp from you. “I love you, ________, and I want you to say you feel the same.”

   “Thorin, I can’t. You’re not yourself. The stress of the Arkenstone and the battle must be affecting you.”

   “My own kin has betrayed me. One of them has taken the Arkenstone. Please, do not  turn away from me as well. Say you love me. Be my queen.”

   You were left breathless by his words. He had released you from his hold and circled back around to stand in front of you. Thorin leaned in, eyes flickering to your lips briefly. It was beyond tempting. All you had to do was lean in a few mere inches, and you would feel his lips on yours. It was what he wanted, and it was what you wanted…

   “I have to go,” you stated, putting some distance between the two of you. Thorin’s lips pulled down in a frown as you stepped around him.

   “You’re making a mistake,” he called over his shoulder.  “An offer such as this will not come again.”

   You hesitated at the doorway, shaking your head. “Then so be it.” And then you left. You didn’t dare look back as you hurried down the halls to get as far away from him as possible. He was crazy. Insane.

   And so are you for turning him down, a small voice screamed from within your mind. You could have been his, even for a short time. You could have had his love, even if it was twisted.  His kiss. His embrace… It could all have been yours if you had just said so.

   But it was wrong, and you knew it, to take advantage of his situation.

   “Bilbo!” You halted when you rounded a corner and almost collided with him. “Where are you off to?”

   He glanced around to make sure no one was near, holding a long rope coiled up in his hand. “I can’t just stand by and do nothing. I am taking the Arkenstone to Bard to use for bargaining. It’s the only way the people of Lake-Town will get their fair share.  Hopefully, we will avoid war.”

   “That’s a great idea. I’ll cover for you while you’re gone.”

   “Thank you, ________,” he whispered gratefully. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

   You pulled him into a quick hug. “Be careful. I’ll see you later!” You parted ways with the hobbit once more, him heading for the front gate while you lingered in the corridor. You felt so alone, standing there. None of the dwarves could understand the situation.

   It wasn’t the time to tell Bilbo what had occurred with Thorin.   It would be yet another dark secret to weigh on you for now, along with the possible fate of the journey.

   That night, the dwarves talked and laughed by the fire as usual. Even though they had all of Erebor to go off and choose a room from, the Company still liked to gather together to share a meal and camp out just like old times. Fortunately, Thorin never participated, spending his days and nights in the throne room. You joined the group, glad to have something take your mind off of the recent events. Bofur led the group in a few songs, Fili and Kili told jokes, Nori and Dori bickered and teased each other, Ori laughed along with Bombur, Bifur, Oin, and Gloin.

   Balin and Dwalin were in a more solemn mood, but couldn’t help cracking a smile every now and then. At some point, the dwarves started sharing stories of hilarious hardship over the course of the quest.

   “But don’t you remember the time in the beginning of the journey when we had to cross that river?” Bofur asked with a grin, earning a few bursts of laughter. “Quite a few of us took a plunge that day!”

   “I lost a lot of supplies,” Bombur said with a nod.

   “And what supplies you did have left was soaked!” Bofur laughed, slapping his knee.

   “I do recall the stew being soggier than usual that night,” Gloin joked.

   “Or what about the afternoon when _________ quite literally got sick of traveling?” A teasing grin spread across Kili’s face. “She jumped off of her pony to go throw up in the bushes.”

   “Hey! I felt terrible that day!” you protested playfully. “Besides, it’s not like I had ever ridden a pony all day every day for weeks before.”

   “The best part was that Thorin scolded her anyway for holding the Company up,” Fili chuckled.

   “Well, I’m pretty sure I remember a time when you and your brother were supposed to be watching the ponies and nearly got us all eaten by trolls when we had to go find them.”

   “Ooh, that’s cold,” Kili feigned offense, unable to hide the amused grin. 

   “You don’t miss a thing, lass,” Bofur teased.

   “Whatever,” you rolled your eyes, still smiling. No one asked about Bilbo, or wondered aloud where he was. The hobbit had been spending more time alone as of late, so it wasn’t unusual for him to not join them for dinner. He would return before dawn, you knew, but as each hour passed that evening, you became a little more anxious.

   You managed to set aside your worries and let sleep overtake you. You fell into a deep sleep, and a certain dwarf king haunted your dreams that night.

#the hobbit x reader #thorin oakenshield x reader #thorin x reader #thorin imagine #the hobbit imagine #thorin x you #the hobbit x you #thorin oakenshield imagine #hobbit imagine #thorin reader insert #thorin oakenshield reader insert #the hobbit reader insert #the company reader insert #thorin oakenshield #thorin oakenshield x you #thorin #thorin the hobbit #hobbit thorin

[thatfruitychaos]

*Shamelessly gets into another fandom*

Some OC’s I made For the Owl House because if there is one skill I have, it’s making self inserts. The first fella doesn’t have a name yet, but the Vampire’s name is Klyn Dalilah. (a reference to the Black Dalilah because I am shameless)  

#digital art #the owl house #the owl house original character #vampire character #witch character #the bard coven is the best coven #fight me #i have a slight problem #but this is tumblr so like #what can you do

[transformers-fan-continuities]

Spotlight: Rise of the Radiotrons

Here it is folks, the first fan canon spotlight, showcasing Rise of the Radiotrons created by sleeveev! You can find this over at @riseoftheradiotrons and also on AO3! This is a long post, fair warning.

Q) Give us a run down of your cont! What's it about, what's it called, what's it like?

the cont, despite being called Rise of the Radiotrons, revolves around five main groups of characters, and the mystery that accidentally intertwines all of them. a lot of false identities, undiscovered pasts, mystery that you need to read all the way through to really uncover. it also takes place during the attrition phase of the Autobot-Decepticon war, and Megatron and Optimus are... dead. but... weren't they made immortal by the Eternal Surge? where are they?

Q) What characters take the lead here? Any personal favorites?

characters that take the lead? hoo, boy, there's a lot. and be warned, this is OC-heavy. Wavecrash, Blackarachnia, Sparkplug, Pascal, and Ness make up the Earth detective team, the first to investigate the Radiotrons: Nanotube, Quicksilver, Greenscreen, and [REDACTED] (that is not their name, you will learn it later!).

Starscream, Moonkiller, and Pharma investigate a series of rust-related murders, later with the help of Eclipse and Terraform. the two they investigate? two hulking beings that carry a rust of sheer destruction of anything metal, Turbulence and someone known only as The Crimson Doctor. the third part is mostly with just a few characters. Dial-Up and Absolute Zero are in a cat-and-mouse chase, Dial-Up attempting to capture Absolute Zero and return him to the prison he escaped from. other 'bots come into this story, including Pylon, Airachnid, Suture, and Cyclonus, but they are not the main focus.

Turbulence.  this motherfucker. this moldy bitch.

my personal favorites? i love Sparkplug, i love my little gaming PC gal. The Crimson Doctor has also grown on me quite a bit. i'm gonna make fat robots and you can't stop me.

Sparkplug above, Crimson Doctor (Crim) below

Q) I love how he isn’t crimson at all.

oh you'll learn why he's crimson

Q) Ominous! Is there a bigger point to this, like a theme or some catharsis? Or is it just fluffy fun?

a bigger point to this? well, i have quite my fair share of trauma for being in a military family - being on the home front of a war i never even learned about until i was like 12. i wanted to show the horrors of attrition above all, because attrition is the part of war that everyone seems to forget, but is possibly the most dangerous part of it. everyone's killing each other over resources, dying of preventable diseases, resources are spread thin among soldiers and thinner among civilians. it also lets new, perhaps worse groups arise from the dust.

war was never about who was right. it was about who could live longer. and RotR, with its rampant killings that people can't even begin to investigate until their leaders are toppled from their thrones and complete anarchy reigns among military sites, is a testament to that.

war was the cause for part of the namesake of the Radiotrons themselves - the Great Radiation Crisis. war was where everything went wrong

Q) How long have you been working on it?

now, for the slightly less dark - it varies from character to character! while the official plot of RotR was established on August 25 this year, some 'bots go much further back - Pascal's earliest concepts were made on May 8, Nanotube's were made on April 25, and The Crimson Doctor's roots go as far back as a character called The Crimson-Eyed Doctor, a character created on Dec 11, 2019 (happy belated birthday, Crim!).

Q) You’re very meticulous with your dates!

i lose track of all time otherwise

Q) Give us a behind-the-scenes look! Show us a secret ;))

behind the scenes.

this is a mystery cont.

THERE'S A LOT BEHIND THE SCENES.

i will start with some no-context spoilers, here.

and, now for something a bit more genuinely secret.

whether this is a crimson doctor or a red herring, you decide.

Q) Where did you draw inspiration from? What canons, what other fiction, what parts of real life?

this varies from subtle to shameless.

my cont would fit best in an comic format, so it makes sense that i was inspired by IDW - and that it was my entry into the TF fandom! there is also some TFA bits in there, but the majority of it is personal robot worldbuilding, with a couple sprinkles of headcanons and OCs taken from Afterburn, a cont made by a longtime friend of mine.

other fiction i took inspiration from is mostly in the character designs. Blackarachnia was loosely inspired by Tawna from Crash Bandicoot 4: It's About Time (you went through such a good revamp sweetie. neon lesbian.). if you can't tell that Turbulence took inspiration from Cioccolata from JJBA: Golden Wind, i don't know what to tell you. Crim took less inspiration from a character and more from a trope - the "ever-obedient villain subordinate". i just sucked all of the homoeroticism out of it, and also decided to give him more of a self than just someone who serves the villain.

here's Tawna (specifically Crash Bandicoot 4), one of the big inspirations for Blackarachnia's design! we don't talk about your past sweetie.

and Blackarachnia headshot to compare, because her fullbody is still in progress.

i am sharing this specific image of cio, one of turb's inspos, because i BASED A TURB PIECE OFF OF IT.

real life? RADIATION, RADIATION. i have radiation and radioactive things and the PERIODIC TABLE as a special interest and it SHOWS. it's all radiation. even the names. Quicksilver comes from mercury, Starborn comes from all elements being created from stars in space, Nanotube comes from carbon nanotubes, and [REDACTED] comes from... well, you don't know yet. there's also the whole attrition war thing, for real life inspiration, too.

Q) Show off something you're really proud of, a particular favorite part of your cont.

this piece of Eclipse and Turbulence('s hand), for one

(the image is at the end of the post under a readmore, as it contains eye trauma, eye touching, and roboblood)

and another thing i am particularly proud of are all my worldbuilding posts! they look like textbook entries kinda but i really really love em. here's one of them, though there are many more on the blog!

lastly, my favorite character introduction post. if you know Afterburn, you may be pleasantly surprised seeing this.

Q) Ah, that guy.

fun fact about RotR Absolute Zero! his color palette is taken from a diagram of a human heart. here is the motherfucker in question,

Q) What other fan canons do you love and why? Would you like to see them interviewed?

Afterburn. my best friend made this i can't just NOT advertise it. go look at it there's murderers and there's an OC that's actually very inspired by not one but two of my creations (the original OC he was a fanformer of, and his altmode - I'd had thoughts of various greenhouse 'bots like that). @transformersafterburn​. please don't simp for Abzero. or maybe do. he's a better option than Turbulence.

Mirror Mirror. found at @transformers-mirror-mirror​, it's got so many epic character designs and realistically sized altmodes despite not having realistically sized altmodes this makes me go happy flappy and is also inspiring a future project of mine, also Shattered Glass!

NEW PRIMES OF CYBERTRON. RITO I LOVE YOUR CONT SO MUCH. i summed it up in "transformers ungunned" but THERE IS MUCH MORE GO CHECK IT OUT AFTER YOU FINISH READING THIS INTERVIEW @thenamesblurrito​

Q) [insert flattered keysmashing from me, creator of New Primes of Cybertron, otherwise known as TF:SNAP]

Thank you very much veev! Everyone go check out Rise of the Radiotrons! Stay tuned for next week, when we’ll get to see some Shattered Glass...

(aforementioned image under the cut, warning for eye trauma, eye touching, and roboblood)

#tf:rotr #spotlight #long post #robogore #tfoc #YEEHAW SPOTLIGHTS STARTED

[jhye-lee]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒚 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝑻𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒈 

Author: Skylarbeyond

Posted on Asianfanfics

Lee Taeyong x OC

Lee Taeyong who other people see

Lee Taeyong who the fans see

Lee Taeyong who I see.

 I wonder who is the real Lee Taeyong?

***

There was this boy in her class who looked like he came out from the manhwa she used to read. She heard how her fellow female classmates were talking about the parcular boy. He sat alone in his seat while reading something quietly. Few other boy talking to him and they laughed together before they left him alone again in his seat. "Hwayoung-ah, isn't he cute?" One of  her friends asked her. Hwayoung smiled and nodded. "Yes he is." She answered. Her friends were giggling while making a comment about the cutest boy in the class. They were making plan to make a move to the boy. But Hwayoung only looked at him curiously. He just as bright as the sun. And at that time she was very curious of how it would feel to stand behind the sun...

***

“At times like this, I wish I could drink and forget everything.”

The moon shone brightly this night but the person beside her who always as bright as the sun looked dimmer than the moon. He was supposed to be the bright one between the two of them but this night, the role was switched. She pushed a can of her half-drank beer to him. He looked at her questionably. “If you want to drink, just drink.” She said while staring at the huge billboard which could be seen from her balcony. The billboard was playing Super Human by NCT 127. Taeyong took the can and looked at it with an uncharacteristically sad smile. “You’re supposed to give me a reason of why I shouldn’t drink.” He trailed off.

Hwayoung chuckled. “When do I ever tell you to do something not ‘bad’?” Hwayoung wiggled her perfectly drawn eyebrows. Taeyong let out a small laugh. “Yeah yeah. You always be the bad one between us.” Then he sighed. A smirk made its way to his lips. “But I was the bad one in others eyes.” He said with a heartbreaking voice.

Taeyong finally decided to succumb to the dark side as he took a sip of the remaining bitter beer. His face scrunched up as the bitter taste made its way to his throat. Dizziness attacked him almost immediately. “This is disgusting. Why do you like this kind of things?” He asked her while trying to keep sober; as if he could do that. Hwayoung took back the can from Taeyong’s hand and gulped down the remaining beer in one shot. Taeyong looked at her in disgust.  “This is tastier than your yogurt milk.” Hwayoung spat back at Taeyong.

Taeyong pouted at her childishly. It looked like the alcohol finally took control of him. “Whhhaattt? You are crazy Youngieee. How can thissss beeeer taste bettah?” He slurred. Hwayoung only looked at him blankly then shook her head. “Only a sip and you are gone.” Taeyong scooted closer and rested his head on her shoulder. “Ahhh, Youngie shoulder is the bessstt.” Taeyong grinned stupidly with closed eyes as he snuggled closer to her. Hwayoung sighed. She pushed back his bang so it didn’t poke his eyes.

“I don’t want to be a bad guy.”

Taeyong whimpered. Seeing him like this always so heartbreaking for her. Hwayoung rested her head on top of his head. Now the billboard was playing a Soju commercial. The sounds of the buzzing city filled the silence in the dim balcony. Hwayoung glanced at her friend. Without all that heavy make-up adorning his face, she could see the tiredness that already seemed to stay permanently on his face. She could see his lips turned into a frown. Even in his sleep, he still looked so terribly sad.

“I don’t know the entire truth about your past but...”

“I just hate seeing you sad Taeyong-ah…”

***

 [+142][-15] He was a scammer and a bully. What a trash.

[+152][-16] Please leave him alone. He apologized even when he’s not wrong.

[+132][-42] Look at his fans. Defending him like a fool.

[+122][-15] You don’t know anything either. Just stop bullying him. You are no different than him then.

[+142][-17] I hate him. He can’t even rap or dance properly. All he has is his face and trashy attitude.

[+172][-81] Can you f*cking leave him alone dear netizen?

[+192][-11] Pretty face just go to hell.

[+152][-21] I don’t know how many people can defend him. He’s a bully and a scammer. Open your eyes pleaseee…

[+192][-32] LOL. SM likes him because he s*ck Sooman d*ck every day.

[+122][-11] SM golden boy. Sooman whore.

[+17][-81] Just die.

[+193][-91] Just die.

[+143][-30] Just die.

“Have you read the news?”

Hwayoung locked her phone and put it on her table. She looked at her colleague questioningly. “That Idol Bully, Lee Taeyong. Turns out he is homophobic too.” Her colleague snickered. “Here look at this. His stupid fans even defend him and saying it’s Lee Taeyon not Lee Taeyong. Stupid hormonal teenager.”  Hwayoung looked at the phone screen blankly as her colleague pointed all the news she could find.

Again. Another news about him.

“Sure he is handsome. But I guess pretty package doesn’t guarantee the inside.”  By now, it was hard for Hwayoung to maintain her expression. “Miss Park, aren’t you too old to talk about idol?” Hwayoung asked politely with a smile. She hoped her smile could conceal her murderous aura. Miss Park looked at her weirdly. “Oh come on, it’s fun. Look at all these comments. His fangirls really are stupid.”

Hwayoung stood up abruptly and startled Miss Park. “Yah! You surprised me.” Miss Park scowled at her. Hwayoung maintained her smile. “Oh I’m sorry. But I need to go home now.” Hwayoung took her bag and jacket and bows politely before leaving her office. She walked a few steps then halted. “Oh by the way Miss Park.” Hwayoung turned around and faced Miss Park once again. The older girl perked up. “Why do you think all the rumor about Lee Taeyong is true?” She asked.

Miss Park seemed to be taken aback by her question. Her eyes looked at anywhere but her. “W-Well, they have a proof. Everyone is talking about it in Pann.” She answered nervously. Hwayoung only smile and nodded. “Why do you ask?” Miss Park asked.

“Nothing.”

With that, she left the room and made her way home.

***

“Hello, what’s your name?”

“Hwayoung. Moon Hwayoung.”

“Youngiee then… What do you want me to write?”

Hwayoung flashed him a bright smile. “Anything. Write whatever you want.” Taeyong chuckled and nodded. “Okay then Youngie.” They didn’t say anything else as Taeyong signed her Super M album. Taeyong in front of the spotlight always looked so vibrant. No matter how sad or tired he was, everything changed as soon as he stood under the spotlight. But he always looked the happiest whenever he was with his band mates and his fans.

“Thank you for coming all the way here and see me. It means a lot for me.” He grinned widely and gave the album back to Hwayoung. She didn’t read his message on the album right away as she was busy looking at him. “I just thought that maybe you need some kind of moral support.” A laugh erupted from his body. When she saw him like this, it made her wonder how people could hate a sweet guy like him and started so many rumors about him. The Taeyong she knew since high school was the sweetest man she’d ever known. Just like any normal teenager, he cursed a few times (Hwayoung used to always insert a curse on her every sentence). He also wasn’t a social butterfly who befriended everyone in the town. It wasn’t a crime but yet, even a smallest flaw of him became a crime in front of other people.

Then her times up. “I’ll see you later.” Taeyong whispered before she left. Hwayoung waved cutely at him and earned another laughed from him. Hwayoung left the venue and took a look at the album in her hand.

To: Youngie, my only friend ©

Dinner at the hotel? My threat.

Ps: Please bring me some yogurt milk T^T

Hwayoung chuckled at the message he left her. It almost sounded like he was asking her on a secret date. She shook her head and put the album to her bag. Hwayoung took one last look at the venue. Many people, mostly girls, came to see SuperM. She found many of them bringing a fan with Taeyeong face on it or a banner with Taeyong name. It’s a relief to know that he still had many people love him despite all the nasty rumors.

“I’m going to see Taeyong oppa!”

“I can’t believe it! I’m going to see Taeyong oppa.”

“Let’s show him how much we love him, okay!”

“We must show our love for him!”

“Let’s cheer up our Taeyong oppa!”

***

“They asked me to apologize.”

“Was all the rumor true?”

“If I say no, will you believe me?”

For the first time ever, Lee Taeyong looked so broken. His eyes were red even though no tears were coming out from his beautiful eyes. There’s a hope in his sad eyes, a hope that she would say ‘yes’ in a heartbeat.

“Yes. I’ll believe you.”

  Taeyong’s eyes light up and his downturned lips curve into a smile. “Thank you.” He choked out, his voice hoarse. It felt as if something pierced her heart. It was hurting her so much to see how tormented he was. “C’mere. Your friend Youngie will hug your sadness away.” Taeyong chuckled. Hwayoung pulled him into a hug and he buried his face on the crook of her neck. “I swear, I never do anything like that. How can people be that cruel to me?” He sobbed quietly. Hwayoung gently patted his back as she listened to him quietly. 

He was supposed to debut as confident and strong leader of NCT. But how came he became like this? Accused of something he didn’t do and forced to apologize. All his sunshine was gone. His world crumbled down. And yet, he needed to act as if nothing happened to him. Even if he apologized, people would call him shameless and mocked him.

“Don’t think about it too much. They don’t deserve the stress. It’s only a bunch of unimportant person.”

Hwayoung tightened her hug.

“There are still so many people who love you; your parents, your sister, the members, you fans of course. And don’t forget that this bitch loves you too tyong-ah.” This time, Taeyong finally laughed and stopped sobbing.

“Aww… I love you too Youngiee, my only friend.” 

***

“I thought you gonna buy me something expensive.” Hwayoung frowned when Taeyong served one bucket of Mc Donald’s chicken and two bottles of Pepsi Blue. Taeyong grinned innocently as he plopped himself on the chair across her. “Nah, it’s been quite long since the last time we eat chicken and pepsi.”  Taeyong opened his bottle of pepsi and sipped it. Hwayoung only stared at him blankly. “It should be chicken and beer you dummy.” She deadpanned. She was disappointed. Well, she shouldn’t hope for a expensive dinner at the first place. Dummy Hwayoung.

“Let’s eat.” Taeyong beamed happily as he took one drumstick from the bucket and ate it happily. Hwayoung sighed in defeat and followed Taeyong. Actually, she was kind of worry about him. But thanks God he looked fine.

Taeyong noticed Hwayoung was staring him with that ‘momma-is-worry’ look. “Hey, stop worrying like that. I’m fine really. Now that I thinking of it, it just looks like a stupid joke.” He shook his head and continued eating his chicken. Hwayoung pressed her lips to thin line. “Yep, a very stupid joke.” Hwayoung agreed.

“I really don’t need to worry about you anymore, do I? You have a whole battalion of fangirls ready to take down the enemy.” She joked. Taeyong bursted out in laughing.  “And you are the commander.” He said between his laugh. “Then I’ll terminate every single person who makes our Taeyoungie sad.” She added.

 “It’s a lie if I said that I’m perfectly fine.” Taeyong said as he wiped the tears on the corner of his eyes. Then a sigh escaped his lips. “I just still don’t get it why they try so hard to find bad things about me.” He smiles sadly. “Do they hate me that much?” he asked. “And when I read the news yesterday, I just laughed. And I end up questioning what will the next news be?” Taeyong looked at Hwayoung with a surrender smile. “It’s getting old but still hurt the same.”

Hwayoung stretched out her oily right hand. “Hand.” She commanded. Taeyong looked at her oily hand in disgust although his hand was oily too. He still reached her hand and wrapped his bigger one around her smaller one.

“I solemnly swear that I won’t give a f*ck about the rumor.”

They said the vow together. It was a vow she made for him while did a Harry Potter marathon after Taeyong cried a river because of the rumor. So every time he felt sad because of the rumor, Hwayoung would force him to say the vow.

 “Thank God I have you as my personal moral support.” Hwayoung smiled brightly as Taeyong laughed happily once again. “You’re welcome TY.”

She was just like the other people. She had no right to judge Taeyong no matter how close they were. The Taeyong in front of her was different from the Taeyong his fans saw. The Taeyong she knew was different from the Taeyong people saw. The Taeyong who people called as a bully and scammer was the Taeyong who she always saw as the thoughtful and sweet guy.

Hwayoung didn’t know for sure which Taeyong was the real Taeyong. But she knew one thing that even if he turned out to be just like how people said, she would still stand firmly by his side and be his personal moral support. Because, before he was the famous idol Taeyong, he was her friend Taeyong.

And that would never change.

Which Taeyong did you see?

#taeyong #nct taeyong #leetaeyong #lee taeyong #nctfanfic #nctfic #nct fic #taeyong fic #taeyong fanfic #friendship #idol life #idol!taeyong #oc #taeyongxoc

[eldritchlittleblackdragon]

WIP Tag Game

rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and interests you and i’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!

I was tagged by @juliannos

Considering the absolutely mind-boggling amount of WIPs, I’m probably going to just post a selection of them rather than every single one. They’re also scattered between my PC and Google Drive and in sore need of reorganizing- oof. 

Final Fantasy 15 - 

Fate and Entropy: Shameless self-indulgent retelling of Final Fantasy XV where a lot of folks who died in canon get to live this time around because my self-insert decides to use their knowledge of events to give a big middle finger to the Astrals (particularly Bahamut). Although she manages to save a few folks, she doesn’t manage to save everyone. Was planned to include a lot of fun lore building and my own version of a possible ‘Episode Lunafreya’. Intended to have Gladio/Self-Insert and Noctis/Lunafreya be the main pairings. 

Has a couple of chapters out on AO3 but I trailed off in the process of writing the next chapter.

The Heir of Rusted Gears: A fanfic that was meant to expand on Nifleheim, including adding more backstory to the Emperor and giving more of a view on the empires culture and day to day life leading up to and through the events of FFXV. It was meant to be from the perspective of an OC, Katerina Aldercapt, who is an imperial princess and child of Iedolas Aldercapt and his wife Leocadia (also an OC). She is actually the second eldest of five children, with one older sister (Leonora), two younger brothers (Iosif and Gavril), and a younger sister (Polina). She eventually becomes romantically involved with Aranea Highwind. 

Sadly never got to finishing and post the first chapter.

Fire Emblem: Three Houses - 

The Raven of Leicester: A Claude/F!OC fic. Oswald von Riegan is faced with a dilemma on who should inherit his position after he dies- either the daughter of a minor house who inexplicably has a major crest of Riegan despite no record of a relation between his house and hers, or his grandson Khalid (who goes by Claude in Fodlan). He eventually strikes a compromise and arrange for the two of them to be wed after both complete training at the Officer’s Academy at Garreg Mach monastery. Plays with the idea of someone with no crest originally surviving having a crest forced on them by TWSITD and what sort of consequences that might have, as well as a closer look into the Leicester Alliance and characters from the Golden Deer House in general. 

Not yet completed chapter 1 or published. 

Fire Emblem: Heroes - 

Sensible Selfishness: Seth (Sacred Stones)/F!Summoner fic I keep meaning to pick back up and never do. It was meant to have everything- slow burn, mutual pining, characters interacting who really should, an examination of Seth’s character, the summoner has a dog. What more could you ask for?

Smithing Courtesy: A Leo (Fates)/F!Summoner oneshot where the Askran royals host a party to get donations and support from Askran nobility. Leo teaches the summoner a few things about political maneuvering and the two of them enjoy a dance together. Not complete or published. 

Persona 5 -

Hearts and Hubris: A personal pet project of mine, centering around an OC, Mary Shaw. The narrative involves her developing a friendship and eventual romantic relationship with Goro Akechi. While they’re initial friendship seems like a perfectly good thing, Akechi pushes things towards romantic far more quickly than one might expect. And a few other odd interactions are missed red flags that things may not be heading in a good direction. The relationship quickly becomes destructive and abusive, and eventually the relationship ends in tatters. Another big part of the fic is her friendship with Futaba Sakura, and how they support each other in dealing with their respective traumas. 

The fic deals with heavy subject matter such as gaslighting and emotional abuse, how abuse victims can turn around and abuse others or do destructive or hurtful things themselves and draws heavily from my own personal experience of being gaslighted and emotionally abused. I made it five chapters but got stuck on Chapter 6. I’m planning a major overhaul of said chapter to try and get back on the horse. 

Obey Me! One Master to Rule Them All - 

A Little Selfishness Won’t Hurt: Oneshot where Lucifer and my Obey me Self-Insert Kiss for the first time. Not really much more to say about it.

Omen of the Reaper:  Oneshot. Not really more than idea at this point, but involves my Obey Me self-insert having a sort of ‘mishap’ during an attempt to use her copy of Nightmare. Instead of an aspect of one of the seven demon brothers, she instead summons an aspect of the Grim Reaper, which turns out to be an omen of Joey’s fate in the coming year. Diavolo attempts to try and devise a way to save Joey from her fate, but Barbatos tries to tell his master, without really telling him, that it may be in their best interest to let things play out as they will. 

Breaking Point: Oneshot. Lucifer and Joey get into a big argument that ends with Joey storming off and the two of them not speaking to each other for days. Eventually Lucifer is confronted with a harsh truth and a difficult choice: whether or not he may need to swallow his pride for once. 

I’m going to tag @radiantbard​ and whoever else wants to do this. 

#tag games #lbd writes #*looks at mountain of WIPs and half baked ideas* #i've got a few other fire emblem things but none of them are recent #i've also got a few gen fic ideas which are just... ideas at this point #edit: fuck i forgot to mention the little mermaid-esque yuri leclerc/oc fic idea

[hogwarts-is-my-wonderland]

I'm a good writer, seriously!! lol - #1, 4, 5 and 10 ^_^

Thank you for the ask, @darknightfrombeyond!  I’m gonna do a little (lie, a lot) of shameless self-promoting to build up my answers here.

1. of the fic you’ve written, which are you most proud of? 

My longest and most updated work has been my HP series, The Barton Saga. I divide the years by stories, and of the three I’ve republished so far, I’m the proudest of second year (or Book Two as I labelled it), which is called “The Phantom Behind Me.”

The ‘republished’ part wasn’t a misspelling. When I began writing fanfics, it was with this series but the first round of drafts were, like, shameless self-insert and awful writing. Back then, I’d started only because I wanted to develop my writing skills in English (it’s my second language) and I wanted to have fun while doing so. When I was accepted into an university, there was a considerable development in my writing and I, attached to the story, I decided to give it an honest try and develop the characters more. 

What I did? I gave my OCs completly different personalities from their original ones. Anya Barton (my main muse) went from a timid girl to a girl with anger issues and once-mentioned OCs became supporting characters; they gained personalities while also becoming Anya’s moral compases (as in, they were gray characters who showed her there were more than just two paths to take). And instead of coming up with ideas on a whim, I had my defining plot twists/points written on a document.

Then my computer crashed and I lost all my work (I had up to sixth year). I was devasted and lost motivation. The story remained on hiatus for a while because my homework load increased and I was doing practice on the field. It was under this pressure that I decided to give it one final try—and rewrote the complete thing for a second time (and it is my current work). 

This time I have the finest details down on a notebook. The major plot points are still the same, but some were moved or added to further develop the background characters. Since this second rewrite, I’ve updating two chapters (of at least 6,000 words) every four-to-six months and I’m currently in the beginning of third year.

Now, why is “The Phantom Behind Me” my favorite fic? It’s because I, who’d started this project as a learning experience, reached a new level of dept. Yes, I’m bragging a little because I reached it (or better said, fell into it) but I can’t seem to get out of it as much as I try. 

You know what happens in Chamber of Secrets—the chamber is opened and Voldemort’s younger self is the culprit. But here, I shifted the other major plot point towards Anya—and somehow, the story went from a magical/suspenseful adventure to a psychological fight between a girl with trust/anger issues (and who has recently discovered a grim fact) and a sadistic teenager who, in his own way, believes has acted on account of Anya’s well-being (all while secretly plotting his evil plan). A lot is left unsaid in the writing, but what is implied it’s chilling and heartbreaking. 

That story is completed but I’ve left the characters at a standstill. Friendships at the moment are fraught and Anya’s mind is balancing the thin line between reluctant acceptance and despair. Like I said before, I can’t seem to get her out of that funk. And funnily enough, I know this is realistic—who has ever gone through a painful experience and gotten over it in two months? No one, at least that I know. 

So yes, this spiel is the reason why I both love and hate “The Phantom Behind Me” —I love it because it is my best work so far, but hate it because it hinders me from moving to what is supposed to be a fast-paced plot (in my case) with Prisoner of Azkaban. 

4.  what are some themes you love writing about?

I started out with romance (let’s be honest, who doesn’t with fandom?) but eventually chuked it (slightly) in favor of friendship and sisterhood. 

Both are current themes in all my works—for example, with “To Be Human” (a Flash fic), I flat out start with the OC and her love interest at odds and focus on contrasting their developing relationship with the OC’s defining relationships, in particular her best friend and her surrogate father. With the Barton Saga, the endgame is Harry Potter/OC, but they obviously forge their bond through all the life-threatening adventures they face (not to mention they are still growing and learning to be their own persons) and Anya also navigates the waters with tentative friendships (like Marie Harlaown, her smart-yet-romantic-at-heart Raveclaw friend, or Theodore Nott, the Slytherin who reaches out to Anya in the hopes of escaping his father’s shadow). 

The same happens with my other plot bunnies: my Doctor Who OC? She starts traveling with the Doctor because her best friend was kidnapped by an alien. My MCU OC? She’s Tony’s half-sister and the whole point of the series is how they bring out the best and worst out of each other while they learn to accept it and eventually grow to care deeply for the other.

5.  what inspires you to write?

It depends on what I’m doing or what I’m watching. Generally, I work best under pressure because it matches the hint of urgency underlying my stories. But it usually takes for some good sources (like, maybe a fanfic I’m reading of the same fandom or watching the source itself) to motivate me and I’m back to my little notebook of ideas. 

10. what are your strengths wrt writing?

I know how to develop an idea. No matter what I’m writing (it can be an essay or fiction), I always know where I start and where I end. Well, I don’t outright know, but before I write, I decide these two aspects. Personally, knowing where I’m going gives me a lot of leeway in developing the main idea/plot. 

Another strength that I’ve noticed (one that I decided to take from my favorite HP author on wattpad, K.M. Bell) is taking an overused plot/plot twist and give it its own plot twist. 

Examples in my stories (SPOILERS) (also shamelessly self-promoting): 

1. Anya is an orphan because of Voldemort (shocking, I know), but she is actually comfortable with her life. She is not mistreated and has had, in fact, a very good education and relationship with the employees of her orphanage.

2. It’s Albus Dumbledore who gives Anya her Hogwarts letter (even more shocking, I hope) and convinces Anya from leaving her comfortable life with a tantalizing offer of knowledge about her parents. Like in true canon fashion, he witholds the important bits, but this is because he knows too much about her family and has been judging Anya in base of that. (This eventually will result with Anya no longer trusting him and taking matters into her hands.)

3. Hermione is Anya’s best friend. At first. Because they have a falling out at the end of their second year (read question 1 above) and while they remain friendly, they don’t trust each other with personal matters anymore. 

4. SPOILER OF SPOILERS (but already revealed): Anya is Voldemort’s granddaughter. Her father, Alec Barton, who supposedly spent all of his adulthood fighting against Voldemort, is in fact his son.

Angelique Barton (Anya’s grandmother) hated Riddle throughout her childhood and gave a very twisted meaning to the quote “have your enemies closer” when she decided to enter a relationship with him. Angelique eventually realized how wrong her obssessive quest was and decided to take off with her son. Alec always knew his father’s identity, but it wasn’t until Voldemort made his first public appearance that he realized how deep both Riddle and Angelique had fallen and he, ashamed, decided to make a public stand against him under the belief that his good deeds would eventually outweight his parents’ mistakes. 

(slight spoiler) It didn’t work out as expected—evidence number 1 being Anya. 

•••

So sorry for the long answers but I was inspired!

#anya barton #oc: anya barton #thebartonsaga #series: the barton saga #fd: harry potter #ask me some stuff #ask me about my ocs #me answering some stuff

[starfaring-princelotor]

*peeks* Demi-sexual & demi-romantic reader? If requests are still open of course? No angst *please* but the rest is up to you. And if you do decide to accept it, *please* dont feel obligated to finish by the end of the month?

Proof

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Summary: For once, you show Lotor the meaning of romance.

★ Disclaimer: I do not ship Lotura and I respectfully ask that this story to not be tagged as Lotura. This is a Lotor x Reader/Self-Insert OC story which is in no way related to Allura at all. Please be respectful of my chosen pairing. ★

Warnings: N/A

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Romantic. Lotor was often described as such, both by his peers and his lovers. It was no surprise that he had spent many years mastering the art of wooing, if just by using a few smartly placed compliments. That particular skill also went hand in hand with lascivious acts behind the door, too. But very few were able to differentiate when he was being nice and truly trying to share his heart with another. 

It often landed him in trouble where that L-word was involved, which usually entailed after a nightly tumble in the sheets. Making love? Expert. Saying love? That was a bit more difficult. He would be lying to himself if he said that, sometimes, not even he could formulate how he felt into understandable words. Or at least, words that made sense to you. 

Lotor turned the marvelously shimmering seashell in his hand, recalling the day you first gave him the sapphire gift, “How come you picked blue?”

“What?”

“Blue. You picked a blue shell. When we were at Rainbow Beach, out of all the colors available, you chose blue,” he clarified, “Not…that I am complaining, no. I am simply curious.”

You put down one of the many artifacts Lotor decorated in the gallery. Fine arts from those he knew, those he respected, those who were just starting out. Even some little knick-knacks he deemed worthy sat upon marble pedestals. This was his own little museum. You took note of every bit of detail he shared with you for each one had a story of their own. 

“I remember you saying you like the color blue.” You traced your finger over the smooth curve of the shell, “Plus, in the right light, it reminds me of your eyes.”

That glint of purple shining with blue was really a beautiful sight to behold. It was rare, just like this shell, and the explanation did not go over Lotor’s head. You knew how to be equally as romantic when you were around him and only him. The connection, it was there, and both of you knew it after sharing post-bliss thoughts several times during pillow talk. 

Things like your personal dreams. Things like his idyllic future. Things that changed from passing flirtatious winks to deep emotional ties he rarely feels when connecting with someone. Even now, with that simple compliment, he found his heart skipping a beat in his chest, telling him one of two things. Either he should go see a doctor about that or what you said, what you remembered him sharing that one time, left him feeling romanced for a change. 

Lotor was so used to giving that receiving this subtle love-without-saying-love? It brought a radiant smile on his lips. 

“You flatter me, darling,” was the only thing he could say, eyes softening at the delicate way your fingers traced the edge of the shell before eventually landing on his fingertips. 

“I flatter you? I have a few hundred love letters proving that you, sir, tend to go overboard with the art of seduction.”

All that got out of him was a shameless chuckle. Those nights he spent effortlessly spilling his words on the parchment, an old romantic gesture you once told him, was perhaps his favorite past time. Lotor found it easier to express his secretive feelings through paper rather than through his voice. He would sooner write those three little words rather than speak them, for the proof was much more solid when seen, no?

That is what he told himself and that is what you understood without question. 

“I will send you hundreds more, dear, if it means I may selfishly spend many waking nights with you by my side,” a promise he sealed with a gentlemanly kiss to your cheek, followed by a soft nudge of his nose, “This gift is by far one of my favorites. It has a special place in my heart.”

“Down, boy, you already have me,” you couldn’t help but laugh under your breath at his simple yet potent affection, “I will get you so many blue things - “

“I do not speak of the shell, beloved. I speak of this.” 

With a smooth motion of his hand, he timidly clasped your free wrist and placed it over his chest, right where his caged heart resided. The message was loud and clear and real. Love was often forced upon him when he did not reciprocate that feeling. When his intentions were often misunderstood, or he was considered cold-hearted for closing himself off. With you, however, you took the time to know him. Took the time to understand him in the same way he did with you. 

And Lotor would forever appreciate what you showed him. You showed him that romance? Just like the age old dance of love, it took two to tango.

#lotor x reader #accidentally drops my thousands of love letters #fuck #sh #shit wiat no #quickly scrambles to shoved them in my backpack #those are uh #those arent mine #spacestories

[stronglyobsessed]

Hello! I'm new to the Kingsman fandom. I watched both earlier this year for the first time after seeing Taron in Rocketman. I adore the first and like some parts of the second very much though I do have my issues with the movie overall. What's your story behind getting into the Kingsman fandom? Did you see the movies when they were released? What about them that appealed to? Also if you ever want to talk about the movies my inbox is always open!

Hello!!! Welcome welcome!!! Hope you like long responses, because this is likely to be one. So I am going to insert a keep reading tab so that I don’t clog up feeds with it’s length

First I’d like to say WOO for coming into the Kingsman fandom. We can always use more faces, as well as some of the veterans popping up. The fandom is kinda slow right now, but with the movies so far apart, and the fandom was small to begin with, it’s tapered off. So it’s always nice to see new faces surface.

The movies are great. I love the first, of course, and personally adore the second, outside of them killing Rox and Merlin - I have serious issues with both of those. Merlin especially because he was SUPPOSED to live, like that was original to the script, but because it had a better reaction from the test audience, they killed him - Mark Strong was cross with that, saw in an interview.

Okay. I came into the fandom around December 2017, so just about 2 years ago. I was mainly a reader then, and fell hard and fast into the fanfiction - I had never heard of, nor read, fanfiction before this. I’m sort of mad about that, because I would have started writing a long time ago - I mean I sort of did. I wrote an original story in high school, so I kind of always liked to write. Whether it be stories, poems and the like.

My story started off in September of 2017. My husband’s friend was living with us until he moved to Arizona the following year. One day he was like “You guys ever seen Kingsman?” I’m like...? What is that? I had never heard of it. He described the movie and so we all watched it. I loved it from then. Now I wasn’t looking for any fanfiction or anything yet - didn’t know it existed and all that jazz.

I heard the second movie had just been released in theaters that month, but I wasn’t really SO invested I was gonna see it in the theater. We waited until December to watch it on DVD. We rented it and I was like...OH! So, long story short about myself, with any TV show or movie I watch, that I really really like, I spin stories in my head. Not knowing what I was doing was essentially creating fanfiction in my head.

So naturally I was doing that with Kingsman. I began to google it. I loved Eggsy so much, googling pictures of him, and searching for ANY evidence a third movie would take place. To me, Eggsy being married and becoming a Prince just didn’t suit him. Yes, I love the idea of him having a HEA, married with babies, but he’s a spy and was just finding his footing as Galahad. I felt he was robbed of that, being a Prince would make it hard to keep that job - he even says it.

While searching for these things I found fanficiton. I found it through fanfic.net, and wattapad, and an assorted other places. A lot of it was reader insert and Eggsy. Where I liked it, it wasn’t my favorite, so I started finding some with Eggsy and a female OC, and some with Eggsy and Roxy. Of course, the more you search the more you find. I started to find Harry/Eggsy fics - Hartwin - and I won’t lie, wasn’t my jam at first. I had never read anything with same sex relationships, and I have NO issues with it, friends with plenty of gay people, but not the sort of READING I was exposed to.

I consumed everything I could find - of fanfic - and than I found AO3, and holy fucking shit. It was like a gold miners dream, or a starved fanfic readers dream. I loved it. I started writing my own fic in my phone, while I waited for the ability to sign up on AO3 - you needed a code at the time, not sure if they still do that - and so that’s what I did. I created an alternate life for Eggsy, wife, kids, long life and my favorite headcanon that he becomes Arthur when he’s older. So I read the same sex fanfic, while not being 100% comfortable with writing it myself yet, but they say you learn by writing and reading it, right?

Eventually I found Merlin/Eggsy - Merwin - fanfic, after about a month of posting my own writing, and good god. I was so fucking sunk. I needed to write THAT! I’ve been a shameless Merwin shipper since then, so almost 2 years, and been writing consistently. Of course with writing I created Tumblr and found SO many people who loved this too. Wrote fic, made art, did challenges, exchanges and just a fandom so fucking loving and caring and supportive of one another.

Manners Maketh Man, and all that. Kingsman fandom surely lives up to that motto.

But in short, I came into the fandom from my husband’s friend introducing me to the movies. Thanks, Mikey!

So no, I did not see the movies when they came out, and I actually came into the fandom late, but I’m PRAYING it picks up again with the new movies.

The movies were appealing because they had the perfect mix of action, comedy, and heart. I loved it. Eggsy was so well developed and his character was just so relatable and you were really rooting for him the whole time through the first movie. I knew some of the actors in the first: Colin Firth and Samuel Jackson, I mean...Colin in that church scene? That’s the best shit I’ve seen.

I of course wanted to watch the second, because I loved the first, and I will be watching the prequel and the last Eggsy/Harry movie.

I’m not sorry I found this fandom. I love it and I’ve made some awesome fucking friends, even met one in real life this past October! I am forever grateful for this hobby, and the fandom, it’s so great!!!

Thank you for the ask! And welcome again! My ask box, as well as private message, is always open for fandom discussions, the movies, headcanons and anything else you’d like to chat about!!!

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