#Unfinished fanfic

[aurora-ze-aquarius]

Unfinished Fic: "Sometimes, a bit of rain is all you need"

(Jackson Storm centered fic)

Written sometime in December 2022.

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I was never able to finish this story, mainly because I couldn't come up with a proper ending.

This story takes place in an au where magic exists, also the cars are humans too. I never got to flesh it out properly. Maybe next time.

In this au, some people are born with magic, Jackson has the ability to manipulate the weather through his emotions. Basically Peppa from Encanto. I was inspired by greendreamer's fantasy cars/ttte au.

Inspired by a oneshot on ao3 where Jackson had weather magic. Unfortunately, I don't remember what it was called :(

Oh yeah, his real name is supposed to be Jackson Ian Rivera (🇺🇸🇵🇭)

⚠️TW/CW⚠️: Implied child neglect, emotional ab*se, panic attacks.

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'Put your cloud away'

Is a phrase he's been told more times that he could count. 

The Rivera family is not unfamiliar to weather magic. It's been said that they're a family that has practiced this sort of arcana for generations. They are said to be able to summon winds and clouds, to make it rain at will. A Stormbringer is said to be able to control an average area of about 30 meters in diameter surrounding them. The more powerful mages can control the winds up to a mile away. The more refined the user is in their magic, the stronger and more controlled it is. 

They are a proud family, not to mention rich and wealthy. Proud to display their powerful and unique arcana. Majestic eyes of the storms. Something Jackson is not. 

Arcana. How he despises it. The magic has brought nothing but misery and pain in his life. 

Unlike most of his family members, Jackson was born with a curse. A curse in which his arcana is deeply intertwined with his emotions. Arcana in its very nature, is heavily intertwined with one's thoughts and emotions. Losing control of how one feels means losing control of one's connections with their magic. But Jackson's case is different. 

Whenever he's happy, skies are clear, as the breezes are light. Whenever he's not, rain begins to pour, as the thunder claps loudly. Not to mention, how unusually powerful his arcana is compared to most of his family members.

'Put your cloud away' they'd say. They would tell the young child that whenever he would misbehave in their eyes. Whenever tears swelled up in the corners of his retinas as small raindrops began to fall, dampening his once neatened clothes and hair. 

'Put your cloud away' they'd say- whenever the boy would feel frustrated, perhaps even angry, and would throw tantrums. Whenever lightning flashed, when he felt like they didn't understand him, why even felt that way in the first place. 

'Put your cloud away' they'd say- when dark skies and strong winds would cover almost every square inch of their large mansion.  When the boy tried… he tried so hard, yet failed and 'couldn't keep his emotions in check' according to them. 

It wasn't his fault though… was it..?

There's a reason why Jackson failed to connect to other people. They were either deemed not good enough to be his friends, or they would make fun of him and his interests. His family was of no help to those issues.

Honestly? He found it hilarious how shocked that so-called family was when he decided to finally cut them out of his life once IGNTR found him.

Despite having them out of his life, he could never rid himself of their, and subsequently, his views on his arcana. It's part of him, and he hates it. No matter what he did, it was always there. Continuously taunting him, whilst being just out of reach.

Despite them being gone, he knows better than to have a cloud constantly follow him whenever he's in a bad mood. 

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Jackson hopped out of the car, panting as sweat beads dripped from his forehead. He turned towards the large monitor and growled, unsatisfied with his results.

" '214 mph'. You're doing good." Ray said, crossing his arms.

Jackson scoffed, wiping his sweat with an arm. "Not good enough…" Thunder crackled, as faint drips of water fell down from above him. 

Ray took note of this and sighed. He patted Jackson's shoulder and said, "You did good today, Storm. Take it easy." 

Jackson glared at him, but immediately tore his gaze to the small cloud that loomed above him. He gritted his teeth, wanting to curse it out but instead heaved a sigh, closing his eyes. 

"Put your cloud away… Put your cloud away…" He whispered to himself, taking deep breaths. He repeated this process until the rain stopped, the thunder ceased and the cloud disappeared. 

He opened his eyes. He turned away from the simulator and began to leave the room. "I can do better… I will do better…"

"Your powers are great, but far too unstable… Keep your cloud away… 

You could kill someone with that lightning bolt."

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Jackson stared at the large monitor that stood tall above the stadium. His breath hitched, eyes widened in shock. 

"I… I…" 

It wasn't his name that took first place. But instead, McQueen and his little costume girl stole the win from him. Little shit appeared out of nowhere and stole the win for herself. 

His grip on the steering wheel tightened. He felt a vein almost pop. 

"FUCK." He screamed. He nearly got into a tangent when the sound of thunder crackling grabbed his attention. A mass of large clouds seemed to have manifested out of nowhere and had covered the stadium, blocking out the starlight from reaching the people. 

"What's this Darrel? It seems like rain clouds have appeared out of nowhere."

"It looks to me like someone's arcana is going haywire! Hopefully things will calm down before they get crazy. And it's already been a pretty crazy day!"

Jackson swallowed a gulp. 'Shit. Not now—!' 

Turning his car on he quickly made his way to where his trailer was. The paparazzi wanted his attention, but thankfully security kept them out of his way, lest someone gets injured due to getting in the way of his car. He quickly drove into the trailer and shut the door, not wanting to face the public. Not wanting to face Ray, McQueen, the other racers, and especially not that costume girl. 

He was panting, breaths were heavy and uneven as the reality set in. He lost. He lost to a random street racer. He lost his cool and almost killed someone, again. He lost his calm and now his storm—

He stiffens. That cloud. It shrouded the whole area. It was massive.

Jackson slowly backed into a corner, hugging himself. His back slid against the wall as he began chanting the words.

"Put your cloud away… put your cloud away… put your cloud away… put it away… just fucking put it away…"

He didn't know how long it took for the dark clouds to disappear; he fell asleep on the floor. But they did disappear just moments before he closed his eyes. Luckily before any raindrops fell and spoiled the day for the racing fans.

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Jackson was pacing back and forth, still chanting about how his cloud needs to 'go away'. He just wrapped up another training session, and had stormed off to IGNTR's back gardens when he failed to break through 214 mps. 

He gripped his hair, yelling out in frustration. His clothes were soaked, not only from the sweat from training. The rain cloud above him thundered, flashing a bit of lightning once in a while. Jackson tried to swat it away, despite his futile efforts. 

"GO AWAY. DAMMIT." 

Ray watched him from a window heaving a sigh. He was worried. Jackson's storms seemed to be getting worse each time he lost a race, whether it was against Cruz or a different racer. He knew Jackson was a perfectionist at heart, and has tried multiple times to get him to understand that it's not just about winning, but each time, his pleas would fall on deaf ears. 

He knows the boy has it in him to change. But Jackson's mind is clouded in poor judgement, and it pains him to see him this way. That's not even mentioning Jackson's terrible coping mechanisms.

Ray sighed, crossing his arms. "There's no need to force your cloud away…" He mumbled. "There's nothing wrong with a bit of rain every once in a while…" He watched as Jackson seemed to have given up, and just seemed to be standing there, underneath the ever growing storm. 

"I just hope you can realize that one day…"

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Jackson didn't know how he was dragged into this situation. He was at a party. A party to celebrate the success of the latest race. He won the race (thankfully) of course, but he absolutely despised going to events like these. 

Too many people here. Possibly drunkards just partying it up with A-list celebrities and fellow racers. 

Ray somehow managed to convince him to go. Says he "needs to make peace with the other racers'' or that "he has to try to be nicer to them." He doesn't understand it at all. It's been this way for years. Jackson's already used to it. But nonetheless, he managed to reluctantly drag his ass here. 

It took less than five minutes of just standing around in the middle of the room for Jackson to immediately say 'fuck it' and make his way onto the rooftop of the building, away from where everyone else is at. 

He sighed, elbows propped up against the concrete railings. Ray would be disappointed, but he could just lie and say nobody wanted to talk to him. Well technically, it wouldn't be lying when that's exactly what happened. Nobody knew he was here, and thus nobody could talk to him.

"Hello?" 

Until someone else made their way to the rooftop as well. 

Jackson sharply inhaled, the winds howled, the cold breezes blowing past his face. He knew who that voice belonged to. 

"Brr. Really chilly here, huh?" She joked, rubbing her arms as a means to keep warm. Jackson attempted to ignore her, staring off into the distance, a can of cranberry flavored Sprite in his hand. 

"Hey um. Would you mind if I stayed here for a bit?" She asked, walking up right next to him. Well, she lingered just away from him, but just close enough where she could talk to him. 

Jackson groaned, lightly crushing the half empty can in his hands. "What do you want, Ramirez?"   

[Unfinished Ending]

#unfinished fanfic #pixar cars #cars fandom #pixar #cars 3 (2017) #jackson storm #humanized cars #🌌⚠️ #read the trigger warnings

[shanie]

Of Brothers and Bloodbonds (Unfinished Samijey Fic)

Rating: Teen Words: 2925 Pairing: SamiJey, Sami & Kevin (platonic/brotherly) Characters: Sami Zayn, Jey Uso, Kevin Owens, Jimmy Uso (Mentioned), The Bloodline (Mentioned) Sitting in a hotel room in Detroit, Michigan, Sami spends the night tending to Kevin's ribs while watching Jey take on Roman. When Jimmy shows up and turns on Jey, Sami is even in the building let alone in a position to help. So, after the show, when Kevin (of all people) demands that Sami go spend the night with Jey, rather than spend it mothering him, Sami can't bring himself to put up too much of a fight. After all, he was the one to tell Jey to follow his heart. How could he ever abandon him now?

STORY IS UNFINISHED AND LIKELY NEVER WILL BE

(sorry)

“I mean it, Sami, you should go to him.”

Sami Zayn was fussing. Not that he wasn’t always concerned for Kevin; Kevin was his brother and Sami loved him with all his heart. He was going to worry about Kevin whether he was trying to heal him or hurting him personally. But ever since Kevin had gotten injured, Sami had been particularly protective, if for no other reason than he felt guilty about not having stopped it.

Not that he could have. The numbers game was a bitch.

But maybe that was why, when his former lover Jey Uso got toppled by it at Summerslam, Sami had felt guilty for a whole other reason.

But Jey was in the past. Beyond that, they were in the past. They were friends again, sure. Maybe. Sort of. A little. If you could call them not hating each other and simply being on speaking terms again “friends”. But regardless of what was happening at Summerslam, Sami wasn’t about to abandon Kevin to help Jey. Not again, at least, especially considering how badly doing so had gone in the past. Besides, It was Jey’s battle and had been for a long time. Sami knew he’d just get in the way.

And then, Jey had cried.

Sitting in the ring after the match sobbing over yet another betrayal and another loss.

He’d lost his go at the titles. He’d lost his chance to be Tribal Chief. But most of all, he’d lost his brother.

Jimmy. His brother, his twin, his whole world. The one person who Sami knew Jey would lay down his life for in a heartbeat had, instead, laid Jey out and left him at Roman’s feet.

It had stabbed Sami in the heart in a way he’d forgotten could hurt so much... which was strange because usually, when his heart ached that way, it was because he’d gotten stabbed in the back by his own brother yet again.

So when said brother saw the video with Sami and told him that he needed to go pay his old lover a visit...

“Seriously,” Kevin told him, “I’m fine here. He needs you more than I do right now.”

Sami shook his head. Kevin wasn’t feeling well. The painkillers had clearly gone to his brain, although how loopy prescription-strength ibuprofen could make you, Sami wasn’t sure.

“No way, Kev,” Sami told him, “I’m staying put. I’m not leaving you alone again.”

“Sami. I’m fine. The door is locked, nobody is getting in, it’s not like my ribs are gonna get any more fucked up in a hotel room in Detroit. You need to go check on Jey.”

Kevin definitely wasn’t feeling well.

Sami shot an incredulous look. “Since when did you care so much about Jey Uso? I thought you were sick of the Bloodline?”

“I am! But for fucks sake, Sami, the guy was sobbing. When did I care? When did you STOP? You’re the one who was so preoccupied with saving him, SAVE HIM!”

“Come on Kevin, he doesn’t...”

“Sami LISTEN! I – ”

Suddenly, Kevin winced and grabbed his ribs.

“Kev!” Sami shouted and practically launched himself off the opposite bed to check on his partner... only to get swatted away aggressively.

“I’m fine, I’m FINE!” Kevin barked. “Look, are you going after him or am I? Because I don’t think he’s gonna be very happy to see me right now. You, on the other hand, he would – ENOUGH WILL YOU STOP! GO FUSS OVER SOMEONE WHO NEEDS IT!!!”

Kevin practically shoved Sami and his ministrations off the bed, pushing him away to no small amount of protest. The reaction was quick, for both of them, and Sami’s chest hurt at the look of guilt on his best friend’s face.

“Look, sorry,” Kevin said quietly, “I’m sorry. I’m just... I’ve had a really shitty couple of weeks. Even the zoo sort of sucked as much pain as I was in. And I was kind of hoping that maybe, just maybe, this would all be over this weekend. That Roman and his narcissistic bullshit would be gone and the whole fucking company could move on. But that didn’t happen. What did happen was his poor bastard of a cousin got his ass beat and his heart broken and I’m not going to leave this alone for you to change your mind sometime when I’m not around and then you get your ass beat and heart broken too.”

Kevin’s jaw clenched and Sami watched him visibly swallow the anger that was bubbling inside him.

“So do us both a favor and go to him. You know his room number, find him, and fix him. Even if it’s just for the night.”

Sami’s heart was pounding in his chest at the realization of what Kevin had suggested before, as if to confirm, his friend added, “And I don’t want to see you until morning.”

Sami’s mouth suddenly felt very dry. If there was any doubt about what Kevin wanted him to do, it had been forcefully removed with his last statement, and, with nothing else to say, Sami replied with the first thing that did come to mind.

“How... how do you know I know his room number?”

Kevin gave a small smile that was stuck somewhere between sadness and understanding.

“You always do,” he said softly.

He always did.

And, closing his eyes and letting out a long sigh, Sami realized Kevin was right. He had to go. Kevin would be fine but Jey?

Jey had never been apart from Jimmy before. Not like this.

Sami’s heart ached all over again at the thought of what Jey might be going through. At the thought and, worse, at the memory of all the times he’d gone through the same. Bloody, tear-stained nights of him and Kevin tearing each other’s bodies apart while Sami’s soul did the same inside his chest.

It was never fun and, for as much as he’d cherished the connection they shared regardless of what side they were on the ring from each other, it left him feeling empty and broken every time.

And that was what awaited Jey Uso now.

Emptiness and brokenness.

All rendered at the hands of his brother.

Sami got off the bed and, nodding with his decision, opened his eyes to gaze at his own brother.

“You’re right,” he told Kevin, “I’ll go.” .......

Kevin hadn’t been kidding about Sami always knowing what Jey’s room number was.

At first, it had been easy – The Bloodline always lived in the lap of luxury. If Sami knew what the hotel was, all he had to do was find the Executive Suite, and, guaranteed, they’d be there. He’d made a point early on to always locate the suite in the building when he arrived and, while he’d never admit it, on more than one occasion had requested a room swap to something close enough to maybe even catch a sight of his old family. He was careful, always careful, and if they’d seen him watching they’d never gone after him, but something about keeping them close, about keeping Jey close had always felt right to Sami.

But once Sami had reunited with Kevin things got a bit… trickier. Kevin was jealous, always so damn jealous, and Sami had to use a trip to the ice machine as an alibi to figure out where the Usos were staying.

It hadn’t taken long for Kevin to figure out what was going on and, after Kevin had caught him behind a corner watching Jey catching some air on a public balcony near the master suite, he’d gotten hell for it. To be fair, Kevin wasn’t angry about Sami’s feelings – those he’d figured out ages ago – it was more a case of Sami being stupid and creepy about following around an ex who wanted nothing to do with him when he and Kevin were ostensibly supposed to be partners.

Sami had to admit Kevin had a point about that. Even if Jey did want him around lurking in corners watching him wasn’t the way to go about seeing him, regardless of Sami’s intentions.

When Kevin asked him what said intentions were, Sami hadn’t been able to answer, but then how the hell was he supposed to tell his partner that regrets about leaving Jey behind in the Bloodline and laments about how Jey had chosen Jimmy over him were keeping him up at night? How the hell was he supposed to tell Kevin that seeing Jey, even from afar, was the only time the bullshit in his brain truly shut up? That keeping tabs on Jey and always knowing where he was and that he was ok was the only thing keeping him sane?

No, Kevin didn’t understand, especially when following Jey around kept getting him hurt instead and Sami resigned himself to asking the other superstars what room the Usos and their little brother were staying in. And, once tensions began to flare between the three of them and their cousin, Sami started asking the front desk. Sami had always felt like the trustworthy sort but the ease with which he usually got the information made Sami wonder if Jey wasn’t saying something upon check-in.

He wanted to think Jey was. He doubted he was.

But, regardless, it was another night in another hotel room and once again, Sami knew exactly where to find Jey Uso. Far from the master suite or any suite at all, just a regular hotel room that was honestly beneath Jey. Roman and Solo could go fuck themselves, Jey was the one who belonged in the executive suite.

Jimmy too. Fuck him too now.

The whole lot of them, Jey’s whole family, none of them deserved him and, really, Jey didn’t deserve them. He deserved so much more. To be loved, to be protected, to be champion.

Most of all, he deserved to not be alone. And as Sami looked around the hallway standing outside room 403 to make sure nobody had followed him, he knocked on Jey’s door, intent on making sure Jey wasn’t.

There was a moment, or rather, several. Several moments of agonizing silence where a thousand worries crossed Sami’s brain. What if Jey had gotten a different room? What if Jimmy had come after him? What if Roman had? What if Jey had done something stupid? Oh god, oh fuck, Jey, Jey, JEY…

But then, noise. The sound of multiple locks being unbolted and unlatched before the door cracked open without a word.

Not swung. Cracked.

And, a moment later, began to close again.

“Hey!” Sami said, quickly shoving his foot forward to block the door.

If there was an invitation to enter beyond the door opening, Sami didn’t get it but he also didn’t care. If Jey hadn’t wanted him in there, he wouldn’t have unlocked the door let alone opened it. That was just how Jey Uso was. You only ever got as close as he wanted you to.

Sami entered the room quickly, taking one final look around, closing the door behind him, rebolting all the locks… and almost plowing over a folding chair that had been propped against the wall behind the door.

“Use the chair too,” Sami heard Jey say. His voice was so small and broken and, as Sami saw his former lover standing in front of him, two things struck him immediately.

Jey’s back was to him, tattooed, bare, and exposed.

And Jey was still crying.

Sami made a mental note to buy Kevin an entire tray of his favorite cupcakes when they returned home as a thank you for pulling his head out of his ass. Kevin was fine, Kevin didn’t need him at all that night.

Jey, however…

Silently, Sami unfolded the chair and propped it under the doorknob.

“You know,” Sami said softly, “if there’s a fire or something, this is gonna make it really hard for the firefighters to get in.”

“Good.”

“Did you steal that?”

“Does it matter?”

“No.”

Jey didn’t respond to that, simply moving over to the bed and laying down, curling into a ball and clinging to a pillow that looked like Jey had been holding it in a death grip for hours.

Sami felt his heart kick at the sight. Jey, so proud, so strong, tucked in the fetal position over the betrayal of the twin he’d shared the womb with. It was... honestly it made Sami want to cry. But really, with as red and puffy as Jey’s eyes were at that point, it was obvious Jey had done enough crying for both of them. Instead, Sami stood across from Jey, leaning against the wall and trying not to disturb the typically bland painting of flowers that always seemed to decorate every hotel room across America.

For several moments, they stayed like that, silent beside the quiet sounds of Jey’s sniffles.

It was Sami who broke the silence first. “How’s your head?”

A sniffle. “... hurts.”

“Those superkicks hurt.”

“Yeah.”

There was a beat before Jey added, “Sorry.”

Sami smiled sadly. “Don’t worry about it.”

Another sniffle, this time accompanied by a fidget and Jey adjusting his grip on the pillow. “Nah, man. You was right. All along. Never shoulda listened to him.”

“Don’t beat yourself up over it. Roman can be very persuasive.”

“I didn’t mean Roman.”

“Oh.”

Jey’s grip somehow tightened even further and Sami sighed. He had to get Jey out of that headspace, he knew that much. Jey lived deep enough inside his own mind on his best days but when he was in the worst places, he tended to spiral. Sami had seen it happen.

He’d caused it to happen.

He didn’t want to think about that, though. Not when Jey was suffering at that moment for a whole different reason. From a whole different person.

Sami pushed away from the wall and stepped over to the bed. “Hey,” he said softly, placing his hand on Jey’s arm, “Come on, get up. Here, let go...”

Jey’s whole body twisted, pulling his arm away from Sami’s reach.

“Jey, come on, don’t -- ”

“Go away.”

“I’m not going to leave yo – "

“I SAID GO AWAY!”

“NO! I’m not leaving!”

Sami reached across the bed and grabbed Jey’s wrist, pulling it free. In an instant, Jey’s eyes blazed, his fiery temper shining through and matched only by the fire in Sami’s eyes. But, in the instant after that, Sami’s gaze softened, turning from fire to warmth and for as much as his grip didn’t loosen, the intensity of the touch shifted drastically.

The effect it had was quick, Jey’s rigid form relaxing just enough to allow Sami to relax as well.

“Sami...” Jey said and, oh, his voice. So strong, so angry, but not at him. Not really, and Sami couldn’t help but smile.

“I’m not leaving,” Sami repeated softly.

“You did once. How’m I supposed to trust you won’t again?”

Sami’s thumb absently brushed Jey’s wrist as he replied, “I left Roman, not you. I’d hoped you’d come with me.”

“I shoulda.”

Sami sighed deeply. “Well, uhh, hindsight’s...”

“Ya, I know,” Jey said, cutting him off and this time pulling his wrist away and releasing the pillow, pushing it behind him and swinging his legs around to sit on the edge of the bed. He aggressively rubbed the tears away, roughly, as if he could just scrub them and the pain they represented from existence, and added, “Hindsight’s 20/20. I got it.”

“Actually,” Sami replied, “I was gonna say it’s a bitch.”

Jey’s face lifted, just for a moment, and their eyes met, and Sami’s heart broke. They were red, sure, but the pain and anguish in them was so deep that it was rending Sami’s soul simply from seeing it.

So he couldn’t look at it anymore.

Sami quickly took a seat beside Jey on the bed, not touching him, but still close enough that he could feel Jey’s presence against his skin as if the flames that were always burning in Jey were warming him like a fireplace. Sami stared at the wall in front of both of them, not quite looking and far from seeing, but at that moment it was better than the alternative, so he figured he would focus on it anyway.

For his part, Jey’s eyes were on the floor.

And this time, the silence was broken by him.

“I never thought...” he began, his voice small again, “Me and Jimmy. We ain’t never been apart. He’s always had my back. And now... I got nothing. I got no one.”

“Not true.”

“What? Who else I got? You?”

For such a bitter statement, there wasn’t nearly enough bitterness in his voice for Sami’s taste. And he could have done without the defeat that was in its place. He turned his focus to see Jey, still staring at the floor, and let out a long breath.

“Yeah, I’ve been pretty shit about that, haven’t I,” Sami admitted. “Sorry. Maybe if I had been there. I shouldn’t have left you – ”

“Man, don’t start that shit, I ain’t your responsibility. I can handle my own stuff, Uce.”

“I know. And I’m proud of you.”

The speed with which Jey’s head spun to stare at Sami, his eyes wide with shock at the redhead’s words – it made Sami sick to his stomach as he realized why. There was no way, it couldn’t be...

“Has - Has nobody told you that yet???” Sami asked. “Nobody???”

(end of written part)

As a heads up for the end of this story... Sami convinced Jey how proud he is and that he acknowledges Jey. And that, as far as Sami is concerned, Jey is the HIS tribal chief. Jey says that he said the same about Roman. When Roman made him Honorary Uce, Sami was real quick to call Roman his Tribal Chief.

Sami corrects him by saying that he called Roman "Tribal Chief". But he never said Roman was HIS Tribal Chief.

Jey is shocked, rememebering that night and realizing Sami is right and they kiss. Sami makes a comment that, if Smackdown ever grows too inhospitable for him with his family around, there's always a spot for Jey on Raw at his side. Jey questions if Kevin would be OK with that and Sami says "Probably not, but he'll get over it."

The story ends with Jey asking if Sami wants to spend the night and Jey tells him he had sort of planned on it. They get comfortable and Jey crawls under the covers, curled up facing the door.... away from Sami. Sami is shocked, but Jey insists he gets into bed.

Sami realizes what the gesture means. Jey is turning his back on him... the last person left in the world he would do that for... and Sami turns the light off and curls around Jey, promising that, as much as Jey's family might break his heart, he will never do the same. Never again.

"I love you," Sami says.

"Yeah. Love you too. And Sami? Thanks"

"Any time." And with that, Sami kisses Jey on back of the neck and the two fall asleep together.

Sorry I never got to finishing this. I wish I had. I had this and another one in my mind but they just never got done. Forgive me.

#Samijey #Fanfiction #Shanie's fanfic #Unfinished fanfic

[all-pacas]

Got any widobrave in you? Been thinking about them lately.

You know, I don’t — but I also have a fic I never finished or posted anywhere! Actually I have a couple of them!

crooked kind

She expects it to feel different. Stepping onto a ship, now, after everything. And it does, kinda. The ship is darker, more shadowy. Quieter. The gunpowder smells different, less sharp, until she puts her nose up to it, enough that she gets a bit up her nose when she sniffs and then sneezes and then looks around to make sure no one is watching. Tugs at her hair anxiously. Back above decks.

She still doesn’t like the way the ship moves, rocking around, the water tossing it and pushing it and letting it know who is boss — the water, the ocean going hey now I can sink you any time I want — and she’d thought, for a second, about leaving her ring with Yeza since Luc insists on going swimming for some insane reason, but she twists it around her finger now and is glad she didn’t. Didn’t give it up. Didn’t think about it for long.

Fjord and Beau are running around yelling things about getting the ship ready to sail, Fjord yelling first and then Beau repeating him louder a second later. Caleb is over with Orly and Yasha, looking at a map or something, and she goes over to them. Weird looks from Marius and the crew as she passes. Not the same kind of weird looks as she used to get: a goblin! ahh! Something duller, more familiar: what are you doing here? I don’t know you. You don’t belong.

“An’ then we’ll be h… headin’ west, ‘round these, ah, shoals here,” Orly is saying as she approaches the little table they have set up on deck, near the ship’s wheel, a map held down with red weights. She picks one up, just to feel the heft of it. Orly clears his throat as the map curls. She puts it back.

“Veth,” says Caleb. He hesitates before he says her name. “Have you settled in?”

They haven’t even left port yet, the gangplank is still out: a few of the crew are rushing back and forth, loading last second supplies.

“Mm,” she says. “It’s basically the same as we left it.”

She thinks. It’s a lot harder to see in dark corners now.

Caleb smiles at her, and she puts her arms and chin up on the edge of the table as Orly resumes explaining their route, and Yasha nods along solemnly, tracing the path with her finger.

Yasha spends the first couple of days following everyone around. She’s not subtle about it, and also she’s gigantic. First she tries to build barrels and do carpenter things with Jester, but she’s unexpectedly clumsy with her hands. She follows Beau and Fjord around for a bit, which, because Beau also just follows Fjord around, ends up making him look like he has two bodyguards who are a lot tougher than he is. Next is Caduceus, and last is Caleb.

Veth also spends a lot of her free time around Caleb. So she watches Yasha try to learn to read maps, and watches Yasha and Caleb have quiet moments talking, and watches Yasha get really annoyed at the way Caleb will, whenever Yasha estimates a direction, immediately correct her with “actually it’s west-south-west” or whatever bullshit.

She loves Caleb. But he’s so full of it sometimes.

That’s what she says, out-loud, after Caleb spends ten minutes trying to explain to Yasha that actually she can tell that north is over behind his left shoulder, but two inches left of that, because he just knows, basically. She says: “Caleb, I love you, but you are so full of shit.” She turns to Yasha. “Want to play with explosives instead?”

And that’s how Yasha becomes junior assistant powder monkey.

It’s only until later she thinks about the way Caleb cut himself off, his startled expression, when she’d said that to him. Not hurt. It was something else. Surprise. Something different.

Here’s the problem.

The thing is, there’s lots of problems. The thing is, when she thinks about herself she thinks me, but she also thinks Nott more than she thinks Veth, and when the others all kind of decided on their own to call her Veth, she was glad but — she doesn’t know. Fjord yells Veth, you’re not supposed to play with explosives we’re on a ship, and she turns her head but her first thought is how does he know about Veth? and then she remembers that’s her now. The problem is that things taste different and look different and feel different. Some of it she remembers, from the last time, when she’d woken up to mud and jeering laughter and rope burns, to shadows being too bright and smells being too sharp and her mouth bleeding from the inside, from dozens of tiny tooth cuts. Some of it she’d forgotten. The way her fingers seem to just — feel more. The way she hears less. How her teeth feel in her mouth, how her ears don’t turn and swivel when she wants to listen. She’s a little taller now. She weighs more, she has tits and an ass and is frankly just incredibly hot. She’s still quick but it feels different, to run, to crouch. She gets an eyelash caught in one of her eyes and once she’s done rubbing it out she thinks: holy shit, I have eyelashes again, and runs to bum some mascara off of Beau. Her skin is softer and bruises easier. She doesn’t feel as hungry all the time. She’d never noticed how warm she always was when she was a goblin until she starts feeling chilly sometimes, out on the deck of the ship.

Here’s the other problem.

She feels things more. Not emotionally. If anything she feels it less, a little… slower, maybe calmer, like things aren’t always jumping up and starling her to death. It’s not emotions. Not exactly. It’s just — more.

She’d joked about it. Sunbreaker? Wow was he hot. But she hadn’t really… felt anything. Not like that. Yeza had never tried anything more than a chaste kiss or hug now and then, and she’d felt a guilty relief. How would it even work? Would it work? Or would it be painful and scraping and difficult? She might have tried if he really wanted to, but he didn’t and she was glad. And that was weird, because she had always thought of herself as really into that kind of thing. They’d been going at it since they were sixteen, you know?

So it’s Yeza’s fault, really.

She turns back into her true, hot self, and she feels things again, her body, you know, works again, and they fuck like gnomes for days, and then she goes onto a ship and the first night snuggles in with Caleb the way she always has, except he holds himself really stiff and she doesn’t notice at first until he accidentally brushes her boob and moves away and she thinks oh shit yeah I have tits now and starts thinking about other things, because Caleb is not bad looking now that he bathes sometimes and keeps his hair out of his face, and so the next day she talks loudly and often about her wonderful cannons belowdecks —

(“Veth, you are absolutely fucking forbidden from ever firing the cannons without express orders from me or—“ and Fjord had hesitated, looking over at a slightly-too-eager Beau, failing to stamp out her excitement in time, “Me. Just me. No explosives. Nada.”)

— and sets up a hammock there that evening.

And then three days later, she helps Yasha set up her own hammock, after giving a long speech to her about how half the job of the gunner or powder monkey was to, like, really understand your cannons, and how this was the best way. It’s a lot harder to set a hammock up for Yasha since she’s a giant, but they figure it out eventually, even if her butt ends up landing only an inch or two above the floor.

Here’s the problem.

After they figure out how to move shit around to set up Yasha’s hammock, they go to the galley for dinner with everyone. Night one, Veth jumped up on a table and gave the I used to be a goblin speech to everyone, so she gets less weird “why is there a smokin’ hot halfling hanging out with these idiots” looks now, and dinner is nice. She can actually eat Caduceus’s tofu without getting cramps now, which helps a lot. She jokes around with the others and sits next to Caleb, as always, because they’re not avoiding one another. They talk about the peace conference and have debate #582 about if Essek (codename: Kevin) is okay or not, if Kevin can be trusted. They talk about Yasha’s hammock. Invite Jester and Beau to join the girl’s only super cool cannon slumber party.

“I thought you two,” Beau says, gesturing at Veth and Caleb, “were like, joined at the hip or whatever.” And then she gives Veth a smirk that probably means Yeah I see you, and it takes Veth all she has to keep from turning to Jester and saying something awful like The Traveller is actually kinda hot, right? back. But she doesn’t, because she’s a good fucking friend.

“What are you talking about?” Veth says instead. “‘Lebby, are you mad because I want to sleep with my cannons?” She doesn’t look anywhere near him when she asks.

“Maybe this isn’t dinnertime conversation?” Fjord says.

“Of course not,” says Caleb, and she hopes he meant her thing and not Fjord’s.

And then they all start talking about Travelercon instead.

So now she has two options. Talk to Caleb, or never talk to him again.

No. Now she has three options. Those two, or…

She and Yeza weren’t, like, swingers. Not yet. They were too young for it, generally speaking: you were supposed to wait until your kids were out of the house and all that, focus on raising your family, and Luc was only five and that was assuming they didn’t have more kids. Once you get married, that’s supposed to be it until your kids were grown: it was supposed to be good for the family to turn insular like that. Nowadays some people Veth’s age did talk about open marriages like they should be part of the vows, but it’s not like she and Yeza ever really talked about it back in Felderwin. They both wanted kids. It made sense that they should focus on their family, and anyway, Yeza was the love of her life so it’s not like she really wanted to fuck anyone else.

Was the love of her life.

Still is.

Really.

But things are so weird now, and so after they’d fucked for the third to last time in Nicodranis, when they were talking about buying a house and investing in the timeshare market, Veth had added, as casual as she could: “And if you wanted to like, date around a little, as long as you don’t knock anyone up and go all family values on me…”

“Are you serious?” Yeza asked, and then sat up and pulled his glasses on from the side of the bed.

“What are you doing?”

“This is a conversation that I need to be able to see for. What are you saying?”

Veth had been briefly distracted, but then Yeza pulled the sheet back up. “I mean… are you mad?”

“No…” he’d let the word kinda trail there.

“I mean, you can knock someone up, I guess, it’s just no second families, so overall I’d prefer you didn’t,” she’d said, using this old-fashioned Halfling term that meant ‘the insular family,’ like they were supposed to be raising back home.

“I’m not going to knock anyone up.” Yeza hesitated, pushing his glasses up. “I didn’t think we’d have this conversation for another like, twenty years.”

“I didn’t think I’d be alive in twenty years, up until a couple of days ago,” she mentioned, and then winced when he’d looked hurt. “I mean, I’m okay with it. I keep running off on you and abandoning you and, and leaving, and dy — almost dying —“ because she hadn’t yet told him about that box, or even really about drowning, and planned to never, “and — and I mean, I know it can’t be fun, I would be like, what a selfish bitch, and so if you want to—“

“Veth,” he started saying, about halfway through. “Veth. I don’t think you’re a selfish anything.” He’d taken her hands.

Well, I do, she’d thought. Looking at their hands. The fine hairs on her arms that Nott had lacked. Weird, how even shit like body hair was somehow amazing now.

“I’m happy just — knowing you’re happy, and waiting for you.”

“But I’m not! I can’t just — look, I’m going to leave you money, so buy a house and get Luc into a really great school and then go party, or, or buy the _really fancy_ alchemy ingredients, or just… don’t just sit around waiting for me, because I don’t know when I’ll be back. I want you to fuck other people! Fuck everyone in Nicodranis! Fuck Jester’s mom!”

“I am pretty sure I can’t afford her.”

“I will leave you so much money.”

They both laughed, and Veth felt herself relaxing. A little.

“Okay,” he’d said. “I don’t know if I will or not, but—“ she’d been about to tell him to do it, and he’d raised a hand then, to shush her, “but if I meet someone I like, I’ll think about it very seriously. Okay?”

“Like, or find hot.”

“Like, or find hot,” he’d agreed. He’d hesitated, and then he’d smiled. “But… you too, okay? What’s an adventure on the high seas without a sexy sailor or two?” She’d smiled. He’d hesitated again, and then added: “Or… if there’s anyone else you have in mind. Whatever. It’s fine with me, okay? Screw insular families.”

And then they’d gone ahead and fucked for the second-to-last time.

And kind of, not in an asshole way, but she’d been thinking about that last thing he said as they did. Anyone else you have in mind. Just hanging out there. Unremarked on.

Look. Here’s the thing. Caleb is hot. In a disgusting, takes a bath but doesn’t do laundry kind of way. In a forgets to shave past the point where his stubble is attractive kind of way. In a too many ribs kind of way.

In a long fingers and very nice eyes and a handsome jawline kind of way.

And when she was Nott she knew it but it never really — she didn’t feel it, so it was pretty easy. He was both hot and completely unfuckable, even in her fantasies, and she was disgusting and a goblin and that made it all very neutral and safe. When she’d curl up next to him, sometimes he’d put an arm over her if it was cold out, and it would feel nice and comforting and she’d feel this warm tingling love all over, but there was never sexual tension, even in her head, even in her infrequent attempts at daydreaming.

Because there couldn’t be. She was ugly and disgusting even if he was kind and handsome. It was wonderful of him to even willingly touch her.

And then she and Yeza fucked for three days straight, and it was like, fuck, this is what that feeling is. Like a switch went off in her head: remember how great this is? How good it feels? How hot all your friends are?

And she’s pretty fine now herself. Curves for days. But —

It’s not like she’s a different person. Whoever she is. Even if she also is.

And it isn’t like just because she got laid, she’s not horny on main all the time, just looking for people to jump. It really isn’t. She’s not crazy, or Beau flirting with some temporary member of the party. Jester braids her hair up for her one morning and it’s all nice and Jessie’s hands in her hair, on her scalp, are very soothing but Veth doesn’t feel horny at all. She and Fjord fight over going swimming, and it’s not sexual tension.

“I love you, but you are so full of shit,” she says to Caleb, and he kind of half freezes, and she hears him say it to her with different ears and eyes and she is not stupid, okay? She’s not. She knows he did not mean it like that and will never mean it like that and that they are best friends and he probably thought she was dying, in a way she did die, and it was very sweet and does not mean—

She’s not in love with him. Not like that. She’s just…

Well, she isn’t. There’s no just.

She has a couple of ideas for spells in her head. They’re not fancy ones since she’s not great at magic, but she’s seen Caleb noodling around enough with his spells that she thinks it’s probably possible. If he does all the technical stuff for her. So she mentions it kind of in passing, and he gets really excited and she chickens out.

She’s not sure why. Only because immediately he looked so happy and she got scared, and because last time they’d done this she was different and — and it’s weird. The first time she’d used magic, just a little nugget of it, she’d figured it was probably him tricking her, the way he would sometimes use his light spell to make it seem like she was glowing, back when they were begging for coin. But he’d grabbed her and hugged her hard enough that she’d lost her breath, exclaiming, I’m so proud of you! You’ve done it!

And she’d been — well, at first she hadn’t believed him, obviously. But then she had and she’d felt herself smile and then laugh, from relief or fear or both, and he’d squeezed her hands and said, _now, we will work on a spell_.

And it was pretty stupid but it felt like it mattered. Like it was some big important moment. Not using magic, although that was cool. But the way he’d hugged her and her nose had squashed into him and he’d smelled like wet wool and she’d been happy. Really happy. For probably the first time since she’d died, you know?

So he gets excited when she says she wants to invent her own spell, and she’s not thinking about that until he demands they start practicing now, and then she is thinking about it and she gets scared.

So it’s avoid Caleb forever, talk to him, or knock on his door and say can you help me with magic?

And she wants so fucking bad to get drunk first, but she chooses the third option.

She knocks on his door. Which is super weird, because it used to be her door, and also she has basically never once knocked before going in to see Caleb, ever. There’s no reply, but she knows he’s in there — she _might_ have followed him and then spent half an hour getting up her nerve — so she thinks about leaving and instead just opens the door. “If you’re masturbating this is your two second warning!” she calls as she does.

Caleb is sitting on the bed, reading. He starts, kind of dropping the book, and even though he isn’t jacking it she kind of feels like she walked in on him anyway.

She tugs at her braid. “Hey! What’s up? What’s goin’ on?”

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#widobrave #unfinished fanfic

[autisticmao]

I can't seem to finish this idea of a fanfic. If anyone wants to take it, then go ahead (doubt.)

CHAPTER ONE: Welcome to Yumenosaki Kingdom~☆

"Thank you so much for your help, Yuzuru!"

"Of course. I'm glad to be of assistance to you, Master Isara."

"Ah... didn't I tell you to drop the title a while ago? There's no need for such business around me."

"Right... of course. It's just a habit from over the years."

It was yet another day in Isara's royal castle. The Isara Prince, Mao, has done yet another round of duties to help pass the time. For the next week and a half, Mao had the castle partly to himself. Whilst he stayed home in the Yumenosaki Kingdom, tending to the castle with a few butlers and knights along side of him, Mao's parents and his younger sister had gone to visit a few of the other kingdom's around the neighbouring countries, the most important visits being Reimei and Shuetsu, for royalty matters that Mao didn't quite understand.

Just now, Mao and one of his butlers — Yuzuru — had got done cleaning around the long hallways of the castle. Wiping mud and dust alike off the stone walls, scrubbing the carpet clean until no speck was able to be seen, and now, after splitting away from the bluenette, Mao walked away from the other male from where they stood at the kitchen doorway after putting the cleaning supplies back in their respective places and Mao focused on in front of him.

There was nothing much to do now that he's cleared the list of chores that he had to tend to daily. All the food and drink was stocked away in the large kitchen. The candle wax was replaced with fresh ones ready for the evening to next settle in for them to be used. The horses were being taken care of by the knights who were on their own daily duties, taking care of guarding mostly the large stone walls that surround Yumenosaki Kingdom from the rest of the country for safety reasons.

Mao suddenly stops in the middle of walking, and a frown creases his features at the thought of questioning what he could do in his spare time for the rest of the day. The sun was still at a great height in the blue, clear sky. There's surely got to be something he could do, right?

He glances at his left from where he stopped walking, besides him sat one of the many small windows that faced towards the town the castle surrounded. The castle sits on a very steep hill with stairs painted of the Isara's royal colours leading from the beginning of the hill and all the way up to the large doors of the castle. Every other step also had names engraved into them. The names were of the members of the Isara family who had once run Yumenosaki Kingdom in their life times. Many kings and queens alike were remembered by the Isara family.

His kelly green eyes focused on the town and watching as many people hustle and bustle through the streets. Shopkeepers called out to the townsfolk from the doorways of their own buildings or at the market stalls they had built themselves for the weekly sellings, hoping for someone or some few people to be reeled in by their vocal advertisements to buy some of their objects. Music could faintly be heard by the centre of town. Three men stood around in red clothing, dancing and singing magnificently.

Mao wouldn't lie. He was a fan of their songs. The leader of the trio, a tall greenette with glasses, he especially admired, the male lured Mao in like nothing else.

An idea then comes to mind as he still watches on. It's been a while since he last stepped foot into the town area. He wonders if he'll find anything interesting and mind-busying that he could find down there? With that thought on the mind, Mao carries on walking forward. His footsteps tap against the thin carpet, and the cool spring breeze swished through the thin layers of cracks in between the stone bricks of the castle walls, causing what sounds similarly to a wolf's howl during the full moon.

Mao comes to the large doors at the front of the whole place after a few minutes of repeated twists and turns around the castle. He reaches one hand out towards the black door handle and twists it down then with a slight heave, he pushes the large wooden door open and takes a couple steps outside, letting the door swing closed by itself with a slight slamming noise. He reaches one hand up to cover his eyes for a moment from the sun. He forgot how bright it could be on a clear day like this one, even during the hours of the evening.

Compared to the outside world, the body of the castle was dark, even with the candles all lit up and curtains pulled away from the various hundreds of windows. Once his eyesight was able to settle with the brightness Mao turns to the left from where he stood and begins trailing along a dirt pathway following towards the stairs that'll let him descend down to the town area.

The stairs were made of pure wood. Railings of carved out stone trails on each side of the set. The wooden panels of each individual step were steep and slightly rounded to be embedded and welded into the large hill. The wood had begun to be taken over partially by nature over the course of many years since they were originally built. Moss and damp had started seeping itself through, and with each step Mao took descending, they creaked with worry and pleaded to be replaced or to be broken away for an eternity.

As soon as he made his way down from the last step, a small exhale of a breath breaches from the small gap of his lips, his shoulders sagging from the intense anxiety he always felt when walking down the large set of stairs. Truly, when was it the time for them to collapse and for somebody to replace them once again? Mao always wondered to himself every round.

The atmosphere of the town was something he always enjoyed. For somebody who was a prince and quite well known, Mao was respected around the area. Not because of his royal bloodline, but because the townsfolk treats him like any ordinary person, letting him get on with his duties and to fulfil the wishes of the ordinary child he wishes to still be.

He walked through the busy streets. Some people waves towards him, and others shout out a quick hello as Mao Isara went on. The atmosphere of the town was always joyful. A wonderland that, admittedly, he couldn't wait to "rule over" himself someday. It was rare to have a town that respected the royalty inside of a kingdom.

The aromas of various food alike filled his senses as he stopped in the middle of the brick road. A soft smile made its way onto his facial expressions...

...And so did a splash of something cold drenching over the top of his head.

Mao jolts at the feeling. He looked around. It wasn't raining as the sky was clear of clouds or anything to indicate it. He reaches one hand to the top of his head and feels the heavy coldness of the sensation of the liquid, and brings his hand down to see a colour of light blue smothering over his fingertips. What even was it? Paint, maybe?

"Uh oh..."

Mao suddenly hears a voice mumble out. He tilts his head up and sees a male around his age standing on a balcony of one of the many houses dotting the street. At the edge of the balcony sat a cup lying on its side, the showing interior of the cup was faced towards Mao's direction, a spillage of paint dripped from it.

The male who mumbled with a hesitancy of fear was a brunette with a matching colour of what is usually focused eyes. The said male also stood in front of a paint easel, a medium-sized canvas sit on top of the easel with splashes of bright colours mixed together to make a half-done picture. The said male's eyes widened at realising he's caught by Yumenosaki's prince as he began scrambling about, Mao could hear his loud thumping footsteps against the stone balcony flooring.

"Please, wait there for a second! I'll come down and apologise!"

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CHAPTER TWO: A Prince in an Artist's Settle~☆

"I really am sorry! I should have been careful with where I place my stuff!"

"Sir, it's okay, mistakes happen, I'm not mad at you~!"

"You promise?"

"Definitely!" Mao smiled towards the artist male. For the past ten minutes since the incident was caused, the artist - who Mao has learned is called Mitsuru Tenma - has been apologising non-stop to the prince, even bringing him inside of his home to look for a towel and some spare clothing for Mao to change into due to the fact that the paint had spilt all over him - from the top of his head and down his white shirt.

"Due to the type of paint I had used... this might take a few days to clean it out, so here, I brought you some clothes to change into in the meantime." The smaller male announces from where he stood, a pile of clothing wrapped in his arms. A light, white-faded blouse with brown trousers — Mao takes the clothing pieces out of Mitsuru's hold and folds it into his own.

"Thanks," he smiles gently at the other. "Do you mind showing me where your bathroom is at all?"

Mitsuru nods and points towards his kitchen, "out in the back garden, there's an extension that has one. It's the first door you come across as soon as you enter it."

Mao gives the artist male another nod and walks himself through the kitchen and out into the back garden with a little help of Mitsuru guiding him and unlocking the back door. He steps outside and on the far left near some tall wooden fencing, was a small white brick building — moss and other plantation had started to overtake its white interior, a wooden door painted in red was faced towards Mao, with a small rectangular shaped window besides the said door.

The garden was beautiful too, in Mao's opinion. Evenly cut grass with flowers of various kinds dotting the greenery, a small pond with a man-made waterfall sits in the far right corner of the back garden. The back garden wasn't all that big either, at most, Mao would estimate that the size of this garden was around the same size as his little sisters own room — massive for a little kid like her, but normal for him and his parents.

Mao walks towards the extension house, going up a step and reaching for a detailed black latch that hooks from a part of the red door and connects it to the wall. He undoes the latch, letting it swing with the force of gravity for a moment as Mao then reaches for the silver painted door handle and pushes it down along with pushing the door open with a heave.

The door creaks with a shallow groan as his heavy boots thump with a tint of an echo. The grounds were made of pure stone flooring, grey, and infinitely cold. Mao let's the door close behind himself, not once letting the door handle go in his hold to make sure the door doesn't make a horrendous slamming noise — he doesn't want to worry the tenant of this property after all.

The inside was dark, and the only source of light was coming from the small window besides the door Mao just walked through.

He glances around the interior of the extension. Canvases of all sizes dot the walls. Some were hung up whilst most others lay astray on the ground either in tidy piles or were just simply dumped on the ground during the process of finishing a creation.

The whole extension was an all in one sort of layout. The only extra room there seemed to be the place that Mao was looking for — the bathroom. He walks towards the bathroom whilst being careful with where he stepped a foot on the ground. He notices along his self-made pathway that there were plenty of paint spillages in almost every block of stone possible. Mixes of blue and greens and purples. Dark and bright clashed with one another and stained the grounds with life that held care controlled by the instances of impulsiveness.

Mao pushes the door open and steps inside of the bathroom. There was nothing all special about the said room, a simple basin with a toilet, and a small crate fit as the standard bathtub. A small curved mirror sits inside of the empty bathtub, Mao notices. He places the clothing he held onto the basin and reached for the mirror and twists it around to face the front of it towards him. The screen held massive cracks all on one side, twisting and turning upon one another like the veins of a person.

Mao places the mirror also onto the basin he stood in front of, his kelly green focus detailed in on his features, his facial expressions changes infinitely with the more he looked at himself. He reaches a steady hand up to his face, fingertips brushing at beaujolais coloured strands that have become knotted from the hours of business he's felt through the past day. Mao then combs his hair back, keeping the very same strands locked in place by his hand and glances on for an extra few seconds.

He couldn't help but let out a sigh — his hair was getting long again, and it frustrated him with how much of his hair was getting in his way. It always caused a sense of itching to his nerves whenever the beaujolais strands swayed past his eyes, some of it brushed against the top of the bridge of his nose.

Mao then lets his hand drop, his fringe falling with as he then reaches for the clothing. The clothing was the typical type that the civilians around the town mostly wore. He slides his boots off along with his pristine white gloves and steps back from the boots a small bit and begins undressing himself.

A few minutes later and his clothing was swapped over, and gloves and boots were tied back on. Mao cranes his neck and rolls his shoulders for a moment. These clothes he now wore, they were much easier to wear. Thinner, and he didn't have to deal with the heavy weights of all the royal gems and details that his prince outfit held. Mao folds his paint stained clothing in his arms and walks out of the bathroom, out of the extension, and knocks twice on the back door that connects to the main house.

Not long with waiting, and Mitsuru opened the door. "Oh - you were done fast!" Mitsuru exclaims as he steps out of the doorway to let Mao inside. "I'll wash these for you!" He also says as he takes hold of the very expensive clothing, gaping in surprise at how heavy the outfit honestly was. Just how can Prince Mao Isara wear something like this every day of his life? The artist wondered to himself secretly.

"You don't have to! I don't mind taking them back home with me!"

The smaller male shook his head in disagreement with a pointed frown, "I'm doing this as a repayment for the accident I caused. It'll make me feel somewhat better if I did a good cause for you, Prince Mao!"

"If you say so..." Mao deflates a little.

Mitsuru suddenly makes a noise like as though he remembered a subject he originally wanted to talk to Mao about. "By the way, one of your... I think butlers? Is here to see you. He said he would like to talk to you as soon as possible, but it sounds urgent." Mitsuru knocks his head towards his living room doorway, facing it for a second and then turns back towards Mao. "I'll clean these for you whilst you have a talk!"

"Alright." Mao takes a step to the side of the younger male and moves towards the living room area. He pokes his head through the doorway, eyes widening at who he saw.

"Makoto?"

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CHAPTER THREE: A Quick Talk~☆

"Isara!" The male butler immediately bolts up from the brown settee he was sitting on and skids towards in front of Mao. "Fushimi and I have been looking for you, Isara. You left the castle without a trace. Haven't we told you to let any of the butlers or knights know if you're going out and about whilst your family is away?" The blond tuts with sharp emerald green eyes, his hands lying on each side of his hips in a crossed matter.

"I'm sorry, I just wanted some fresh air away from the castle, and I must have forgotten..." The Prince smiles nervously and thin, although his facial expression drops once he notices something, "speaking of which... Weren't you away with my family for some needed reasons? What are you doing back here so early? Is my family back too?" Admitting to his own thoughts, no matter how much Mao loves his family, he did like having the castle - somewhat - to himself. In a way, he felt a sense of freedom that, when around his family, Mao can't seem to grasp so easily.

"About that actually," Mao watched as Makoto's demeanour withers, a dark blue aura surrounding his tall figure with negative emotions. "I have some important news to tell you."

"What is it? Don't keep me waiting, you know how much I have a dislike for waited out moments~"

Makoto Yuuki frowns and looks away from the Isara Prince. "Your family..." his voice cracks, "were all found dead in the gardens of the Reimei Kingdom."

Mao's eyes widen with shock. "You've got to be joking, right?"

Silence wraps around the butlers figure.

"Makoto, please tell me you're kidding. They can't be dead - they... they only left Yumenosaki yesterday! There was a promise between the other royal families that they'd keep my family safe -" his heart ached, pounding at his chest, begging to be ripped from his being. Mao hates being sad - being upset was the worst feeling to be known for a person. He wished that sadness was never a thing. He takes a deep breath. "Do you know about any details on what happened? And what is being happened to them as we speak?"

Makoto shuffles one hand into his jacket pockets for a moment and fishes out a small scroll and hands it to Mao who takes it, unravels the magenta ribbons and soon starts reading it whilst the blond butler spoke. "Their deaths look like a murder. With arrows dipped in some form of poison, and your knights have travelled towards Reimei as we speak to collect their bodies ready for a burial. That's another thing I have come back to you to ask for. Would you like their funeral to be public or private?"

Mao's frown deepens after reading the scroll. "I say to make it public... let the townsfolk know their king and queen have passed away."

"Alright, I'll let Fushimi know." The butler begins walking towards the doorway of the living room that was close to the hallway and the front door. "One more thing..."

Mao glances over his shoulder.

"...Sir Hidaka is visiting the Yumenosaki kingdom next week."

Before Mao could say anything, let alone think of one singular word, Makoto has left the household just as the owner of the said home - Mitsuru - appears in the same doorway with holding two cups, a thin smile wavers on his facial features once noticing the aura around Mao. "I'm guessing the talk wasn't all sunshine and rainbows..." Mitsuru announces as he hands one cup to Mao, who takes it hesitantly from his hold.

"It was far from it. Thank you, by the way. For the drink and everything else, I mean."

The two sit down on the settee.

"Of course!" Mitsuru smiles brightly at Mao. If Mitsuru Tenma was a puppy, Mao imagined that his tail would be swaying back and forth in a happy manner. The thought of it causes Mao to smile.

THE IDEA - if anyone wants it. Doubt:

It's a Mitsumao (Mitsuru Tenma × Mao Isara) Kingdom based fanfic, with Mao as a prince and Mitsuru as an artist. The two get to know each other over time, possibly even love each other in a romantic way, but bad things just keep happening around Mao which causes the two to never get together, even though they both know they love each other.

I haven't thought it through with the middle parts, and why Hokuto exists in this either as a prince by the way, but for the ending, I was thinking of something sad - because I'm a Mao Angst Enjoyer.

With the ending part, it ends with Mitsuru getting killed by Ritsu - in front of Mao, whilst Mitsumao are out and about in the forest by Yumenosaki kingdom or something.

Ritsu basically acts like a kind - protective - person of Mao, but in reality... is obsessive. Overly. Too far. He's the reason why bad things keep happening around Mao. Because he's jealous and mad that Mao is in love with Mitsuru and not him.

(I dont even like Ritsu but he was the perfect fit for this idea.)

That's all I remember with this idea. It's been sitting in my drafts for too long. So. Please, take it from me.

#mao isara #mitsuru tenma #trickstar #ra*bits #makoto yuki #yuzuru fushimi #ensemble stars #enstars #fanfic #ensemble stars fanfic #Mitsumao #mitsuru x mao #fanfic writing #fanfiction #unfinished fanfic

[teaboxcarmarbles]

Part of me wants to finish my fanfic but I know no one’s reading it 💔😢

I was also bullied to giving up on this fanfic… it was also stressful writing it…I’m not a writer…

#felix the cat #oswald the lucky rabbit #krazy kat #krazy kat and ignatz #mickey mouse #crossover #fanfic art #Krazy Kat and Ignatz are Oswald’s disaster adopted parents #In the fanfic Oswald is arguing with both Felix and Mickey #both Felix and Mickey want Oswald not to be mad at them 💔 #my artwork #my artwork for my fanfic #unfinished fanfic

[kj-writes-random-shit]

Earl Grey Cookie x Male!Reader: The Tea Party (UNFINISHED)

HI!! This is an unfinished fanfic that I made back in… June? I think?? Well, I fell out of love with cookie run, so I never finished this. But, I felt like uploading this to you guys, so that you could see how shit my writing was!!

Plot: Earl Grey wants to have a nice break from the grandmaster hotel and taking care of the Chess Choco Twins, so why not have a tea party with his amazing boyfriend?

Side Notes: Unfinished Fanfic, Earl Grey calls his Boyfriend his prince as a pet name, Everyone is human but still has their cookie names, Earl Grey adopted the Chess Choco Twins, The Reader has his own rented room in the grandmaster hotel, Both of the chess choco twins are agender and use they/them pronouns, The chess choco twins call Earl Grey ‘dad’ and [Reader] ‘father’, and the Chess Choco Twins are homeschooled.

[Reader] stretched his aching back while yawning. He rubbed his eyes, and lazily opened them. He then stood up from his soft and cozy bed made from the purest of cotton, and went to his dresser and pulled one of the drawers open. He looked through the clothes, only for [Reader] realize that all of the good looking clothes that were stored in his dresser were dirty and currently going through the process of being washed. He groaned, and went to his closet to look for something decent to wear.

After what felt like ages of searching, he finally found something to wear. It was a beautiful [Favorite Color] tuxedo paired with dress pants that both glistened as soon as he looked at it, as if the tuxedo was calling for [Reader] to wear it. It was a gift given by Earl Grey as a one year anniversary gift for them dating.

‘Woah. I am so glad I have a boyfriend to give me stuff like this.’ [Reader] thought to himself. He grabbed to tuxedo and took it out of the closet, but then quickly stopped himself. “Wait, shouldn’t I save this for a special occasion? Eh, who cares? Let’s just hope that Earl Grey magically wants to take me out on a fancy date so that this tuxedo won’t go to waste.” [Reader] said.

He put the tuxedo on, and then went up to the full body mirror he kept in his room to see how it looked on him. “Huh, I don’t look half bad.” [Reader] said smugly. He smirked while putting his hand to his chin. “Well, can’t admire myself forever. Let me leave to go find Earl Grey.” He remarked. He walked out the room before quickly realizing something.

“Ah, I never put shoes on. Lemme go put on those dress shoes.” [Reader] went under his bed to grab his dress shoes that Earl Grey had, coincidentally, also got him and put them on. “Okay, now I am finally ready to leave.” [Reader] said proudly. He then opened his door, and then exited his room to go look for Earl Grey.

——

Earl Grey had just finished getting some more guests into their rooms, and he then went off to go look his boyfriend. He then bumped into the Chess Choco twins. ‘Ah, it's them.’ Earl Grey thought to himself.

“Dad! Let’s play Chess!”

“Dad, can we play chess?” The two asked out of their dad.

“Not now you two, I know you just got out of school and finished your homework and you need something to do, but I’m currently looking for your father. But, I promise I’ll play with you two later.” Earl grey informed the twins.

“Awww, Just one game! It’ll be quick!” “Our game of chess will be brief.” The chess choco twins begged.

Earl Grey sighed. “Alright, I’ll play one game. Only one game though.”

The twins cheered out of excitement (mainly Pawn White), then the twins dragged their dad over to a table with a chessboard on it. The pieces were already placed correctly. The twins then sat down on the left side of the table, while Earl Grey sat on the right.

‘Oh dear, I am in for one hell of a ride…’

Even though Earl Grey said that he’d only play one game, he’s already played about nine, and he lost every single one. His eyes are sore, his glasses are sliding off of his face, and all he can think about is his boyfriend. He doesn’t care about chess anymore, he just wants his sweet prince to save him from this nightmare. The twins then exclaimed checkmate, showing that they just beat Earl Grey AGAIN. “Well, my amazing and sweet children, I must leave now. I’ve had fun, but I must now go look for [Reader].” He informed the twins.

“C’mon, why not one more game?”

“One more round can’t hurt, right dad?” The twins pleaded.

“Sincerest apologies, but I must go.”

“Just one more ga-!”

“I. MUST. GO.” Earl Grey fumed, while running away from the two.

He eventually went outside to the garden at the back of the hotel, where he found [Reader]. He was relieved and felt like it was a blessing to see him again. “My dear prince, I am so happy to see you! You have no idea what I have went through today.” Earl Grey proclaimed. [Reader] tilted his head out of confusion. “Umm, Earl Grey, you’re acting more enthusiastic than usual, you ok?” [Reader] had question. “Ah, my sweet precious prince, I am perfectly fine! The twins just begged me into playing hour long games of chess is al-!”

“Yep, you only act enthusiastic whenever you get out of a stressful situation.” [Reader] pointed out.

“Heh, you are correct, my lovely prince. It was not just one game, not three, but nine games of chess. It was… Horrid. I can’t even describe the terror that was going on-!” Before Earl Grey could finish, [Reader] had given him a quick kiss.

#male reader #male y/n #male!reader #earl grey cookie #earl grey #chess choco #chess choco cookie #chess choco twins #earl grey x reader #cookie run #cookie run ovenbreak #long post #KJ’s Deleted Scenes #UNFINISHED FANFIC #unfinished

[wooshofficial]

SO!

@orbleglorb tagged me in a game and I am going to do it lol

RULES: Reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

My wips folder is entirely fanfic of some kind so I’m breaking it down via the sub folders I have:

ABOUT MCYT:

Child in Time Out

Fair Trade

He will slay you with his tongue, oh lei oh lai oh lord

It’s still raining ch4 pt2

New Dad In Town

Rogue Hawk Legundo What Will He Do (Suffer)

Safe at Last?

BLASEBALL:

AU:

Coolname Galvanic becomes a parent the fic

IX

Millman Henderson

Wylex wylex wylex wylex

FALL BALL:

50x100 about Benny

Jana Beats fic

Ryuji Ngozi fic

FANTEAM STUFF:

An interview with the Ithaca SUNYs

Hold on

Pyg and King have a conversation over coffee

PYG CHARACTERIZATION FIC

Wow the Niagara Falls Meatballs sure do have some sort of fucking problem

MIRRORVERSE:

(MIRRORVERSE) INTERVIEW S6

Mirrorverse Ana comprehensive fic

MV blasetober day 4 and whatever day salmon cannons

Tactical Shrimp War 2

SHORT CIRCUITS:

False Promises

Final Girl

You have received a call from an unknown number

MISC:

A collection of poems is called a book but I think it should be forbidden

Blasetober

Flower Girl

FYNN DOYLE: the pitcher that shook parliamint like a maraca

Gifted by wills

Gods are monsters

Lift Fic Exchange Piece

Mills fic exchange piece for [REDACTED]

Tad Seeth fic

The Last of the Marijuanas (a 12x100)

Trapped in the Vault fic

Twine fic

Unlikely Pair

When you’re in a relationship the best thing to do in February is to sit on your shitty couch and eat goat

Whittled Down

Wrong Place and Wrong Time

SELF INSERT OR ABOUT MINECRAFT OCS:

[put name here for later] <- the actual name of the doc

Alex meeting about parenthood

Internship

Morning Sun

Patience

WITHIN THE FALLEN LONDON UNIVERSE:

24 hours in the Neath

Fallen New York AU

Flondon MCC wails

Flondon Wooooooosh

Techno keeps his friend out of Hell

Zolar Waltz

MISC:

Escape the Night Fanfic? In MY 2022? It’s more likely than you think

As you can see I have a ton of fucking fics!!!! Most of them Blaseball! Girl what is wrong with me

Anyways tagging @betweenlands @caelumsthelimit and @burningcrab

#woosh quotes themself #ask game #unfinished fanfic #god I’ve started and not finished so much #like girl the way I have subcategories in my subcategories. wild

[missxfaithc]

never gonna forget the fanfic I wrote where Darkiplier and Antisepticeye have to take the self-insert character on a journey through a version of the underworld. I never finished the fic, and I only ended up with 11 chapters, but by the time I lost interest and stopped working on it, it’d gone super off the rails 😂

(You can still find the unfinished fic in a collection of one-shots/short fics I have on my Quotev account, btw.)

But yeah. I honestly think I came up with a decent, interesting concept, but the execution of it was just, like, terrible 😂 At this point in time, I’d rather rewrite it into an original short story and something, cuz the story would stay basically the same even if I used original characters in the places of Dark and Anti.

#markiplier #youtube #youtubers #fanfiction writer #fanfiction #fanfic #unfinished fanfic #jacksepticeye #darkiplier #antisepticeye #I should be sleeping but instead I’m on this hellsite #fml #this was a fanfic I wrote back in 2017 originally - I think - but then I posted it to my Quotev account sometime in 2018 #I am truly the queen of unfinished fanfics #someone’s gotta stop me lol

[dalishvixen]

Been sorting through my old unfinished fics for the past few hours and found this angsty gem of a interaction between Anders and Fenris

Knowing me from 2018 it was probably gonna end in sex but see it as you will

Tell me if i need to add an extra tag to this post

#Unfinished Fanfic #anders dragon age #fenris dragon age

[cecescomposition]

the absolute struggle of knowing the exact plot of your fic, what the characters facial expressions will look like, what sounds will happen, the emotions, the lighting, everything….

except it’s all playing as a movie in your head and you can’t articulate any of it.

#writing #writing problems #writer problems #me rn fr #send help please #i have so many unfinished wips #fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic writing #fanfic woes

[xxsabitoxx]

"Satoru, enough." you sound exasperated, tired eyes glaring at your laptop screen as you try to find another peer-reviewed article for your essay topic. However, you had to admit nothing was getting done and it wasn't only because of your boyfriend. "Satoru, enough~" He practically sang back to you, that same shit-eating grin plastered to his face. His hands were finding their way to your thighs again, only stopping when you would reach down and swat him away with one of your signature death glares. So, you repeated the motion again, slapping his hands off of you but not bothering to look at him.

"C'mon, sweetheart you've been glued to your laptop since you got home from work." He somehow managed to sound just as exasperated as you had. "Because I have things due, Satoru." It wasn't a lie, but the essay wasn't due for a few days. You could certainly afford to hold off on it for another day, but for some reason, you couldn't bring yourself to stop. "Yeah, well, I'll pay off the professor. I want your attention," he whined again, this time flinching when your hand came down to grab his wrist before he could touch you. "And I am busy, go bother someone else." the bite in your tone didn't bother him at all, if anything it made his cock twitch.

"You wound me." Satoru's hand came up to splay over his heart, head falling back dramatically as he looked at you. "Good." was all you uttered, the tension in your shoulders only adding to your aggression as you fought the urge to throw your laptop. Nothing you had tried to read in the last twenty minutes registered in your brain and one single paragraph was glaring back at you on your Word doc. Now add Satoru teasing the shit out of you every fifteen seconds... you were going to snap or self-destruct, it depended on Satoru at this point.

"Just take a damn break, you're getting bitchy." He smirked at you, watching your entire body tense as your neck nearly snapped with the force you used to turn your head. "Do you have a death wish, Satoru?" your jaw was clenched, if looks could kill, Satoru would be dead four times over by now. "I do, but that's beside the point. You couldn't lay a finger on me and have it cause damage." he sneered, trying to ignore the blood flow to his dick as you got steadily worked up. He wasn't sure if it could be classified as a kink, but Satoru got off on you being pissed. He craved your hand slapping his skin and your nails digging into his scalp. He would do whatever it took to get you mad just to see that adorable pout on your face.

You knew this by now, and it wasn't hard to miss the strain forming in his sweats. "You're sick and twisted, Satoru." You refused to close your laptop, giving your boyfriend one last disinterested look before your eyes settled on a random point on your screen. You wouldn't give in to his games. "You fucking love it." he moved closer, hand resting on your thigh and squeezing harshly when you couldn't move fast enough to slap him away. You gasped, body shivering at the sensation before you recollected yourself and tried to swat him away. "I'm serious, Satoru. Leave me alone." but Satoru was smarter than that. "You haven't typed anything worthwhile on that word doc. Let me take care of you, I can clear your head real fucking fast."

Your answer was rolling your eyes, earning a low rumble of laughter from your boyfriend. That was the nail in the coffin, you could only yell in protest as he snatched your laptop off of your lap and tossed it over to the chair beside your couch. "Satoru!" You squeaked, heart dropping to your ass as he flung the object. "Relax." was all he said in return, catching you while your guard was down and pushing you onto the couch. You let out a string of curses, awkwardly pressed face-first into the cushion as Satoru grabbed both of your wrists and restrained them behind your back. "Just relax."

#unfinished thoughts #jjk smut #gojo smut #gojo x reader #gojo fanfic #gojo #gojo satoru #gojo headcanons #jujutsu kaisen smut #gojo imagine #satoru gojo imagine #gojo satoru headcanons #jujutsu kaisen gojo #gojou satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen scenarios

[marblemoovt]

Current mood

#writer problems #writers on tumblr #fanfic problems #I think this is one of my favourite meme templates #I can't help it that fictional people are hot and I require reader inserts #Now I have a million and one unfinished drafts

[critterbitter]

Do you have an ao3/plan on uploading your work there?

(Does a lil jig) I have no work on ao3 but I have been drabbling together some stuff! It’s a long term project though haha, and I’m not likely to post because I’m still job hunting. (Shakes my little hat) but i can be convinced! Some stray dollars for lunch mmmight motivate me. Ehe.

For people curious what I WANT to write, if i have time:

Hisui Horizon Event — (alternate version of Canon but flavored with my war crimes.)

Ingo is sent to Hisui with no name and no memories. He copes.

Without her anchor, Chandelure fades. (Elesa and Emmet, mourning the loss of their third, will not let her slip gently into the grave.)

Salvaging the Ship of Theseus — (definitely canon divergence because, well.)

Emmet and Eelektross fall into Hisui seventeen months after Ingo’s disappearance and a month before PLA.

May I introduce: Shitty merchant Emmet, who’s definitely not fluent in Hisui flavored Kantonese. One concerned Eelektross, who’s about to change the landscape of pokemon-human relations forever. Warden Ingo, who is attempting to retire wardenship to go looking at the rift bubbles. Lady Sneasler, who’s using Ingo as a babysitter for her three rascally sneaslets.

And a very angry Elesa, armed with an extra pissed Chandelure, as they hunt down Sinnohian legends to get their favorite muppets back.

(HERE’S A DRABBLE. I have a lot of thoughts for Salvaging the Ship of Theseus. So many thoughts. Help. HELP.)

(Sigh. I have so many outline ideas. But writing is hard so yall. Art or fics, I’m not powerful enough to do both.)

But also interest check? Intwest chweck? WAH (gets swatted at with a broom))

#ask #mailbox #critterbitter screams into the void #the mind is willing but the body is weak #i have fanfic ideas but. writing hard. #and i hate posting unfinished work waaGhhh #(stares at STSOT— …i have finished the first chappie and i have. so much respect for fanfic writers. how do you do it. #how do you write so much. holy shit.) #submas #submas fic #its not a fic its a drabble #but STILL! #emmet #ingo #(sits) its so hard to be an adult and have a hyperfixation. mmm.

[s-h-sarah]

My happy dreams, shattered.

Happy birthday Aubrey! I wanted to be ambitious today but I'M LAZY. So, this is what I end up with.

I wanted to commemorate Aubrey's birthday by reading this one Aubrey-centric fic at AO3 but I can't find it for the life of me. Don't even remember the title. It brought me grief all the time I read it.

Maybe other people recognize it? It follows the neutral ending with Basil out of the picture. Sunny already moved out and mostly Aubrey having a bad, bad time. There's depression, discussion about self harm and underage drinking too. There was a girl moving into Sunny's house and she interacted with Aubrey sometimes, their final interaction ended with Aubrey saying that she (neighbour) didn't understand her situation, saying mean things to her and told the neighbour to give the album to Kel.

The first and last(?) paragraph started with a scene on a swing, and Aubrey discusses about it's colour... and that's about what I can remember. Sorry if you can't understand this. I was never good at describing things.

Remember to download or bookmark your fav fic, kids!

Also life update!

I'm currently taking up embroidery! It's looks like shit now but what's important is that I'm having fun.

#drawing #art #omori #ibispaint art #ibispaintx #omocat #anatomy? don't know her #illustration #aubrey omori #omori basil #i drew aubrey first actually that's why it looked decent #but i totally forget about it for a month and it sat unfinished #so i rendered the background just yesterday...at 4am #help me find this fic #please please please #ao3 fanfic

[pqiwendooooooo]

if i win the lottery i wouldnt tell anyone but there would be signs (all of my favorite unfinished fics would suddenly continue after a 7 year hiatus)

#i have at least 1 unfinished fic that i LOVE in every fandom im in #im afraid the curse has a chokehold on me #‘pfff i wont get attached’ #so i may have miscalculated #sterek #thiam #destiel #harringrove #ronance #im never clicking an unfinished fic again #fanfics #ao3 #wolfstar #clexa #supercorp

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+ NOTES: for @princessbrunette.

“How’re you feelin’, princess?” TERRY McGINNIS’s big hands grapple at your flesh, touching anything in his reach. Keeping you steady as you work. His tip brushes a particularly sensitive spot inside you, drawing a sharp gasp through your parted lips. “Yeah, is that right?” he teases, that dimpled grin stretching onto his handsome features in the dim light. Your palms brace on his shoulders as you roll back and forth, massaging your insides with him.

“Terr, I’m getting tired.” you whisper in a plea, squeezing your eyes shut. His fingers clench into your skin, and you emit a little noise, intensifying as he lifts you up.

“Here, let me help you out.” As he pushes you back down, he tenses his pelvis, and it forces his tip in a little deeper than otherwise. Gradually, from dribbling you on his cock, his hands creep up from your hips to your underarms, picking you up to slam you back down. Using gravity and the mechanism in your own thighs, he makes you ride him harder while you mewl like a little kitty. Every sheath elicits a choked sound of pain, but he knows it’s a good kind of hurt. The kind that comes from his head kissing your cervix. “Wanna cum? Wanna cum just from this?” The web of his thumbs digs into your under arms from the strength of his hold on you, fucking up into you as he controls your movements. “Love your little tits like this… look at ‘em. Does it hurt when they do that?” The fat of your chest bounces with your motion, all sore. You can’t even open your eyes, but what he said in awe reverberates through your head and your pussy slicks around him.

#kinda unfinished but it’s whateverrr #[🃏] #indy: drabbles #ch: terry #terry mcginnis drabble #terry mcginnis smut #terry mcginnis x reader #terry mcginnis x fem reader #terry mcginnis x you #terry mcginnis x y/n #terry mcginnis imagine #terry mcginnis fic #terry mcginnis fanfic #terry mcginnis fanfiction #reader insert #batman beyond smut #batman beyond x reader