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ghostdrew22 · 3 years

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angst fic where ravenclaw!reader has thalassophobia and is playing with the water by the shore in the dark lake with the necklace draco gave her before they broke up a few years back when the new girl he’s been going out with throws the necklace into the middle of the lake in spite, and the reader cannot afford to lose it djeiwis sorry if it’s messy u dont have to do it ure uncomfyyy

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If you die, I’m going to kill you.

Jump In || Draco Malfoy

Requested: Yes Pairing: Draco Malfoy x fem!reader Warnings: ANGST, a bit of swearing, panic attacks and thalassophobia mentioned. Summary: Years after breaking up with Draco you find that the last gift he gave you is still the only thing comforting you, and his new girlfriend doesn’t like that.

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Gleaming, twinkling Eyes like sinking ships on waters So inviting, I almost jump in

The crescent moon outside begs for your company and you oblige, preferring to be alone than stuck in a room full of people who pity you. You lift the bottom half of your dress from the ground and sneak out of the ballroom nonchalantly, anxiety dissipating as the soft breeze comes in contact with your face.

The sound of your heels clacking against the cobblestone fills the air as you walk toward the boardwalk hanging above the lake, and it reminds you of a time when Draco would bring you down here. The lake behind the Malfoy Manor has always been subject to your fear, and you rarely ever go toward it, but tonight you’ll do almost anything to feel alone and normal for once.

The tiny ripples forming on the surface send shivers running down your spine and you look up at the sky immediately in an attempt to subdue your anxiety. A few meters away lies the ballroom, full of dignitaries and old family friends of the Malfoy’s who attend their annually ball every time without fail, and you can hear the faint sound of laughter mixed with a beautiful crescendo. You shut your eyes, take a deep breath and drag your fingers up to your neck to toy with necklace lying around it, as you try to imagine that you’re anywhere else.

You’d thought that it would be easier, coming to the ball and seeing him with his new girlfriend, but it had proved to be a bigger challenge than you’d anticipated, and residual feelings that you’d been trying to stuff down for months had resurfaced like anchors being pulled up from the bottom of the sea. It reminded you of what he said that day, “I’m yours forever, even if you’re not mine.”, and the only thing that stopped you from running back into his arms was the chain hanging around your neck.

A silver chain with a midnight blue sapphire dangling on its end, worth one of your arms and a gift from the blond himself. He had given it to you as a promise, one to love you till the sun stopped rising, and at the time you had thought that it was the perfect gesture. But reality hit and you soon realized that a life with Draco Malfoy would be one filled with envy and uneasiness, and you knew then that you both deserved more.

The necklace’s monetary value reminds you that Draco belongs to a long and esteemed family line which demands attention that you cannot cope with. But the fact that it had been his proclamation of love reminds you that in order for you both to lead happy lives, you must be apart. The way it gleams beneath Chandeliers is so captivating that it always brings you back to earth; a life with Draco is inviting, but some invitations mustn’t be accepted.

But I don't like a gold rush, gold rush I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch Everybody wants you Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you

All eyes instantly fell on him the second that he appeared; sporting that notorious smile which always brought people to their knees, and a priceless suit that hugged his figure so well it made all the straight men positively envious. A true Malfoy; charming, rich, attractive, easily the whole package. You didn’t get a chance to speak with him because he was instantly preoccupied with the ramblings of his mother as she dragged him around the room with pride, showing off the son that she’d done such a good job at raising.

Draco’s life had always been politics and he’d been raised to invariably stand tall, look presentable, get good grades, converse well. You watched him in awe every time, admiring the grace and ease with which he conducted himself. But it made you wonder when he’d been taught the art of letting the spotlight go, to focus all of his attention on the one he loves instead of the search for approval. And the answer was that he hadn’t, Draco never grew out of the desire to have everyone’s praise and approval.

‘If everyone loves you, if everyone wants to either be you or be with you, then you’ve succeeded.’ He’d told you late one night after one these balls. You’d looked at him with pity, not having the heart to tell him that love and validation are not synonymous, and you’d hugged him so hard that somehow you both knew it was all coming to an end soon.

He grew up being a magnet to both jealousy and admiration, a symphony of applause being the background track to the movie of his life, and he didn’t know how to live any other way. When all you’ve ever known is lustful stares from fellow peers, stolen glances at the back of your head, and unbridled acclaim masked behind attraction, then it’s hard to put that life behind and settle for the love of only one person.

Walk past, quick brush I don't like slow motion, double vision in rose blush I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush Everybody wants you But I don't like a gold rush

He truly was magnificent though, even you couldn’t deny. Years ago, when he’d walked down the stairs in one of those clad black suits, he had met you at the bottom of the stairwell and you could’ve sworn that you were floating on cloud 9. He had smiled so brightly at the sight of you, had laughed so sweetly in the space of your ear, and fit so tightly into your side like it was a home made only for him, that you were intoxicated on the feeling of him and hadn’t noticed what was happening.

You were falling in love. You weren’t flying, no, you didn’t have wind beneath mystical wings that you’d somehow managed to grow. You were falling, and at a speed so treacherous that you didn’t even realise it was happening until it was too late. One day you were falling, and the next you were ruins buried so far into the ground that you couldn’t even tell where the earth stopped and you started.

Falling in love with him was fast, like a bullet train, but everything after was so slow that you felt as if you weren’t even moving at all.

What must it be like to grow up that beautiful? With your hair falling into place like dominos I see me padding 'cross your wooden floors With my Eagles t-shirt hanging from the door At dinner parties, I call you out on your contrarian shit And the coastal town we wandered 'round had never seen a love as pure as it And then it fades into the gray of my day old tea 'Cause it could never be

Promises to run away together and start a life somewhere off in a distant town.

Fingertips, laced with the narcotic effect of young love, tracing lines across the expanse of each other’s faces and trying to figure out which of the other’s features would be inherited by your children.

Dreams about a time when your lives would no longer be dictated by the paths your parents had set out for you, but instead by the spontaneity and reassurance that came with endearment.

Tastes of tea replaced instead with the taste of each other as long-forgotten tisanes made home on bedside tables because you both got lost in the haze of tenderness.

Arguments about mundane and useless concepts that would go on for longer than necessary, because he insisted on disagreeing with everything, and always ended with your acute responses.

Lives that had once lacked passion, that had once been so dull they compared to Snape’s drawling, instead replaced with all the colours that the world had to offer.

It was the perfect life, the one you two had planned.

But it was too perfect to ever be real.

You take a deep breath and unhook the necklace to observe it once more, hoping that it’ll provide some comfort for the ache in your chest.

'Cause I don't like a gold rush, gold rush I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch Everybody wants you Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you Walk past, quick brush I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush Everybody wants you But I don't like a gold rush

“Y/N.” A voice slurs behind you.

You turn with furrowed eyebrows and roll your eyes when you see who it is, “Pansy.”

“Don’t be rude.” She hisses and hiccups as she stumbles toward you, “What are you doing out here?”

“Could ask you the same thing.” You narrow your eyes at her, “Are you drunk?”

“Just a tad.” She replies as she hiccups again and finally stands before you. You watch silently as she gracefully sits on the wood below her, making sure not to create creases in her dress or fall over in her heels.

“Shouldn’t you be in there? On his arm like a trophy?” You ask, and inwardly groan when you hear how jealous you sound.

“Probably.” She shrugs and looks out into the water. “It doesn’t matter though, I’m not you.”

She looks up and into your eyes, you look away immediately. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to take from that.”

“Yes, you do.” She states bluntly, “He told me why you left him. That was really selfish of you.”

You gasp and turn to look at her, “How dare you? You have no idea-“

“No, actually, I do.” She gets up from the ground swiftly as a fire rages in her eyes, “You think I don’t know what it’s like to be like him? We’re the same, we were practically raised on the same blueprint. Despite what you think, there’s a lot more to the issue than what lays on the surface.”

“Oh and I guess you have all the answers?” You spit out with a scoff.

“I thought Ravenclaws were meant to be smart.” She shakes her head and hiccups as she turns to face the water, “Draco’s entire life has always just been this.” Pansy turns and gestures toward the Manor with a grimace.

“It’s always been about being the best in the room, just so that he can earn five seconds of approval from his parents. But you came, and you showed him more, you gave him a glimpse of what love feels like. Then, because you were scared and couldn’t hack it, you left him.” She continues and you grip the necklace tightly in anger.

“That’s not what happene-“

“How can you possibly expect him to come back to me, to this bullshit, when he’s experienced actual happiness? How is he supposed to come back from you?” She finally turns to face you and you hear a slight crack in her voice with the last words, “I love him so much and if I could make him half as happy as you do then I would.”

“You can.” You breathe out shakily, “If you two try a little more then you’ll realise why it just makes sense.”

“Love isn’t about sense Y/N. It’s not about appearances, it’s not about applause, it’s not about any of the crap that him and I were raised to prioritize.”

“You call it crap but that’s all he knows, and he just isn’t ready to give it all up.”

“Why do you get to decide that for him?” She tilts her head to the side and raises her eyebrows, you look away from her.

“I should probably get back inside.” You mutter as you start to turn toward the manor.

“You’re righ-“ She gasps and you turn to see what’s shocked her, “You still have it?”

“Have what?”

“The necklace.” She points to your hand and you nod awkwardly in agreement, “I helped him pick it out.”

“Oh.”

“A sapphire to match your virtue and faithfulness.” She says absent-mindedly as her eyes lock on the piece of jewellery. “Guess he got that wrong.”

She laughs coldly and you scrunch your face in confusion, “Excuse me?”

“You’re just like the rest of them.” Before you even know what’s happening she’s reached for the necklace in your hand, “You love him until it’s no longer convenient, until the paint starts to chip.”

“That’s not true.” Your voice comes out shaky and lacking conviction, it makes her laugh again in disgust.

“And then who has to pick up the fallen pieces? Me.” She continues to ramble as she walks toward the edge of the boardwalk, you feel your breathing start to pickup as you try to focus on her instead of the lake behind her. “As if I don’t have my own pieces to pick up.”

“Pansy, please just come here so we can talk about this nicely.” You respond and swallow.

“No. You don’t deserve a civil conversation.” She spits out as she finally reaches the edge of the boardwalk and hangs the necklace out by her arm, “In fact, you don’t deserve anything. You don’t deserve his love and you definitely don’t deserve this pendant.”

“No!”

What must it be like to grow up that beautiful? With your hair falling into place like dominoes My mind turns your life into folklore I can't dare to dream about you anymore

Everything after falling in love with Draco happened in slow motion. You don’t know how, or when, but your life had become a slackening slideshow of bad decisions.

You hold your breath as you watch the necklace fall into the lake. It’s as though minutes, hours, days pass in that moment, but you know that it’s merely a few seconds. When the splash finally sounds, you let out a huge gasp and Pansy laughs as she turns to leave.

Panic sets in and you start to contemplate your options. You could jump in and get it yourself? No, that’s absurd, you’re not going to overcome your fear that easily. You could rush into the manor and find someone who’s willing to get it for you? No, no one would take you seriously.

You shake your head and decide to just do the easiest thing; try and work up the courage to get it yourself. You start to pull off your heels and scrunch up your dress so that you can step into the water and you walk toward the edge of the boardwalk.

But as soon as you’re near the water you realise that you can’t do it and your panic rapidly worsens. You step back a few paces before falling to the ground and pulling your head into your knees as silent sobs begin to shake your core.

Breaths, in rapid beats, are going to and from your lungs as the sound of the water swishing fills your ears. Nausea begins to set in your stomach as you think more and more about your terrible predicament, your fear of bodies of water and your sadness at losing the necklace combining to form one indestructible lump in the pit of your stomach.

“Y/N? Are you out here?” A voice calls out from a yard or two away and you try to recognize it, but everything is foggy in your state of trepidation.

“Shit, Y/N!” The voice calls out once more and you hear footsteps pick up to a run as the person approaches you. “I swear to Merlin, if you die I’m going to kill you!”

You realise that the person still hasn’t noticed you, and is probably assuming the worst, so you try your best to croak out a word- any word.

“Here.” You manage to rasp out between sobs and wheezes, and the person immediately runs toward you.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” They ask as they pull your head out from your knees and you try to nod slowly.

You blink back a few tears and try to focus on the face in front of you, “The- the-“ You try to say and shake your head of the confusion as the words refuse to formulate.

“Hey, breathe princess.”

You recognize the nickname and then soon enough your eyes register that Draco’s kneeling in front of you. “Draco?”

“Yes, it’s me.” He responds softly as he cups your face in his hands and tries to wipe a few of your tears, “Take a few deep breaths for me, yeah?”

You nod and do as told, breathing until you finally calm down and manage to think clearly again. “I’m okay.” You breathe out and he sighs in relief.

“I was so worried, Pansy came in rambling about getting back at you and something about tossing and water- And I was just so scared that she’d thrown you in or something, because I know that you can’t swim and you’re terrified of the lake so I-“

“Hey, slow down, I’m okay. I’m right here.” You respond and manage a weak smile. He nods and sighs again. “She didn’t toss me into the water, though I think she would’ve liked to. She threw in the necklace. Shit! The necklace, it’s still down there!” You exclaim as you try to stand up but find that your legs are asleep, and end up coming back down instantly.

“Calm down. What necklace?”

“The one you gave me, the one with the sapphire that you said was a family heirloom?” You ramble and he furrows his eyebrows.

“You still have that?”

“Yes, I do. And it’s at the bottom of the lake and I need to get it back!” You stand up and Draco immediately does the same, placing his hands on your shoulders to keep you still.

“It’s just a necklace Y/N, you don’t need it.”

“It’s not just a necklace, it’s-“ You pinch your nose and sigh, “It just means a lot to me, okay?”

He narrows his eyebrows but nods in understanding, “Okay.” He steps back from you and pulls off his suit jacket, looking absolutely magnificent with his toned shoulders showing beneath the well-fitted shirt.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going to get it for you.” He shrugs and you shake your head.

“You don’t have to, I can figure something out.”

“You tried to figure it out and you had a full on panic attack, I’m the best option.” He says sternly as he looks at you and you nod in agreement, “Now just wait, very far away, and let me find it for you.”

“Thank you.” You call out behind him but he doesn’t respond.

At dinner parties I won't call you out on your contrarian shit And the coastal town we never found will never see a love as pure as it 'Cause it fades into the gray of my day old tea 'Cause it will never be

“Here you go, in perfect condition.” He says as he drops the necklace into your hands and runs a hand through his hair. He looks gorgeous and you look down to avoid getting lost in his eyes.

“Your suit is wet.” You mumble with a sniff and he chuckles, the sound makes your heart race.

“We have magic, I’ll dry up.”

“Thank you.” You whisper as you finally look up at him and he smiles, that same hypnotic smile. “I don’t know what I would’ve done without it.”

“It’s just a necklace Y/N.” He smiles softly and you shake your head as tears begin to stream down your face again.

“No, it’s not just a necklace.” You sniff, “It’s you and I. It’s all that I have left of the love that we had, it’s all that I have left of the life we were going to build together.”

“Y/N.” The sternness in his voice makes you swallow hard, but you pull your hand up to indicate that you’re not done.

“Let me talk, please.” He nods and you continue, “This little gem is all the words that we never had the chance to say. It’s the nights we would’ve spent climbing into bed together, in our little house that’s tucked safely into a small town. It’s the cups of coffee I was going to make you when you woke up in the mornings, and the cups of tea you would’ve made me when we went to sleep. This little gem is the only thing I have to remind me that our love was real.”

“It also doesn’t hurt that it costs a fortune huh?” He asks with a grin, despite the fact that there’s sadness in his eyes, and you nod with a choked out laugh.

“Definitely a bonus.” You say as you laugh a little more and wipe away a few tears.

Draco pulls the necklace out of your hands and opens it to put it around your neck once again, and you turn around so he can put it on. “Look, Y/N, life is too short to fill up with ridiculous mistakes. You left me, like I never mattered to you, and it broke me.”

You turn back around quickly, “That wasn-“

He twists you back around abruptly, “Let me talk now.” You nod and he continues to hook the chain around your neck. “It took me months to decipher what you meant when you said that I had too much love for the spotlight, that I didn’t have the capacity to let it go. It took me months to finally grasp what you meant when you said that people fall at my feet, that my contrarian demeanor is a crowd-puller. And the recognition hurt, a lot, because I realised that you we right about most of it.”

You feel his fingers leave your neck as he places a soft kiss on your shoulder, “What was I wrong about?”

He pulls you back to face him and smiles as he looks down at you, “The only thing you were wrong about was my unwillingness to let it go.” He pulls you into his arms for a hug, and you sigh in his arms.

“You can’t just leave this life Draco, we both know it isn’t that simple.” You muffle into his chest and the vibrations of his chuckles make you smile.

“That’s where you’re wrong angel, I can just leave this life. You never gave me the option but,” You pull apart and he smiles so wide that you think his face might come apart, “I would give it all up, for you.”

Gleaming, twinkling Eyes like sinking ships on waters So inviting, I almost jump in

His eyes are shining as they look down at you with adoration and commitment, and it takes all the strength you have left inside to not pull him back into your arms. He brings his fingers up to the sapphire and rubs his thumb along it.

“It’s not all you have Y/N.” He pulls your chin up so you look him in the eyes, “I’m still right here.”

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hi lovies! guess who’s finally feeling good enough to write again! :) we’re going to ignore the fact that the FOOLWAG sequel is beating my ass though

I will not lie, I had a great time writing this, possibly one of my favourite requests by far. I was originally going to make the ending angsty but I figured @evermoreeve (thx sweetie<3) reminded me that we all deserve a happy ending now and then.

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elika-simpika · 3 years

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This is my first post so sorry for any spelling mistakes and such.

Bakugou x Fem reader

Contains: edging?, Nonon, probably bad grammar and spelling, and uh I really dont know what else so enjoy ;')

You had been following him for a while. Trying to find the truth. With the cat like quirk you had, it was easy to follow heros around undetected. It made it easy for a reporter like you to find the truth.

You started about 3 weeks ago, after an interview with the hero. You had heard that he was rude and sarcastic but he was much worse then you thought. Not only that but he just over all gave you bad vibes.

You were on top of building, jumping from to another, looking over the hero on his patrol. You made sure to never take your eyes off of him for even a second.

You noticed that the hero had started to slow down and eventually even stopped. Not wanting to miss anything you quickly grabbed your camera and notepad. Only taking your eyes of the hero for not even a second, you look back noticing he was gone. You look around frantically trying to spot him but nothing.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

You whip around to find the one and only Katsuki bakugou, standing right in front of you. You fumble for words only to get interrupted.

"Hah, did you really think I wouldn't notice. You are pretty sneaky for an average being but not good enough to get past me."

"If you wanted to get an autograph or some shit, you didn't need to stalk me. I'd be more than glad to give a cute little fan like you one."

You quickly get up, now irritated saying " I'm not some stupid fan of yours" Looking him right in the eyes you say "I'm here to find the truth about the so called hero Dynamite. Aka you. I know theres something you have got to be hiding and I plan on finding it and exposing the true you."

After hearing your words, you see that he has a dark and creepy smirk but ignore it. You start walking away only to be grabbed by the arm.

"Let me go!" you scream.

"You reporters think your so great don't ya? Going around, trying to 'find the truth'. Its all a load of BS." you hear him say.

He pulls you close so that his lips are right next to your ears and he whispers "So what if I'm hiding some shit? What's a weak little girl like you gonna do about it-" Before he can finish, you slap him across the face, making him let you go, standing there , shocked that you would dare put your hands on him.

Before you have a chance to run, he pushes you down to the floor, pinning you down, having you trapped between the floor and him.

"Get the fuck off me you creep!", you shout.

"I'm the creep? Who was the one being a little stalker just a few minutes ago" he says.

You push forward, trying to get him off of you, only succeeding in running up against him.

"Fuck" he says . "Girls like you just need their little pussies filled up, dont you"

You look at him shocked. You start struggling, panicking. "Get the hell off of me! I will report your creepy ass if you try anything!" you shout, trying not to sound scared.

Bakugou had had enough of your voice. Using one hand, he held both of yours above your head, using the other to go down to your pants and rip the crotch area, leaving you exposed.

"Hah, no underwear I see. Suiting for a whore such as your self" he says as he starts rubbing his fingers between your folds.

Ar this point you are in full panicking. Screaming shouting and trying to kick him off, anything to keep him from touching you. But it is all to no avail.

He brings the hand that was holding your own down to your throat. Grabbing it tight, saying "Keep fucking screaming and struggling and I'll blow your fucking little throat up. You're gonna let me have my fun and your gonna enjoy it. Got it?"

With eyes starting to tear up you nod. Not wanting to be killed by this so called hero you let him have his way with you.

He inserts two fingers making you flinch. You start crying even more at his words " Fuck you're so tight. My cock will feel so fucking amazing in here"

He starts moving his fingers, scissoring and curling them, hitting just the right spots in you making a small moan escape from you.

A dark chuckle escapes from his lips as he says "Such a fucking slut. Enjoying the fingers of a man you barely fucking know."

You shake your head no. Not wanting to admit it. You didnt enjoy this. You didn't lie it at all. But your body couldnt help but betray you.

He starts moving his fingers faster, adding another one. Scissoring faster and harder, curling them more. You're so close. He can feel it.So right when you're about to reach your orgasm, he pulls them out.

Hearing a low whine come from you he laughs.

"Did you really think I was just going to let a little bitch like you come like that?"

He pulls out his cock. Rock hard with precum already leaking out. He allows you to get up just enough to see it.

Your eyes go wide. When you lay your eyes on it.

"N-no way..." you whisper just loud enough for bakugou to hear you. "That wont fit....it cant fit.." you mumble. You start begging him. Pleading for him to just let you go now. Pleading for him to not put that thing inside of you. But it's no use.

Putting the tip by your entrance he says, "Just relax will ya. I'll make it fit." And with that he thrusts his length into you, earning a loud scream from you. You're crying more than before now. Chest heaving up and down. Having a difficult time catching your breath.

He doesn't move for a bit. Giving you time to adjust. But not before long he is moving inside of you. Starting with slow thrusts but gradually speeding up.

" Fuck. You're so fucking tight" he says as he pound into you. It hadnt been long and he can already feel you reaching your orgasm .

"Gonna cum already?" He says. Taking a finger, he reaches for your puffy little nub. He brushes a finger against it, earning a loud moan from you.

"P-p-please..." you manage to say .

"Please what? Let you cum?"he says in a locking tone. You nod your head yes, not being able to form proper sentences anymore.

"I'll let you cum. Just admit that you wanted this. Admit that this is what you wanted from the beginning. Admit that you are nothing but a little cockslut." He says between his grunts.

"N-no..."you say. "P-plea-se ju-st-t l-let me" you manage to stutter out. But Bakugou isnt having it.

He brushes his finger against your clit once more earning a reaction from you. "I'll let you when you admit it" he says.

"Please..." you say.

Finally giving in, not being able to take it anymore you say " yes! I-im a little c-cockslut! T-this is w-what I wanted f-from t-the begi-nning".

Satisfied with your words he starts rubbing it once more. It's not long before your orgasm crashes over you. That doesn't stop bakugou tho. He continues. Now at a merciless pace chasing his own high.

As soon you can feel another orgasm coming.

"fuck I'm close" he says as he starts rubbing your clit again at a much harsher pace feeling another orgasm coming from you.

He starts speeding up, soon about to cum inside your pretty little cunt. Realization hits you and scream " Not inside! Please..".

But it's too late. His hips stutter as he come asleep inside you, continuing to pound as your own orgasm hits you once more.

He collapses pm you for a bit before getting up. Putting his clothes back in order, he says, "I'll see you again little reporter". Then hes gone. You're left alone on the rooftop. Cumdripping between your legs. Shavking a bit. With puffy face from all your crying.

#mha smut #yandere bakugo katsuki #bakugou katuski x reader #tw: noncon

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wanderingtrash · 5 years

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Harry sighed as he tucked his head in his hands. His head was heavy but it wasn’t a bad feeling necessarily. He was just 21, fresh out of college. A good age to party until the sun rose the next day. He had been invited to a huge party his friend was hosting, the party had died down a little after hours of partying. Not many people there. Maybe 15 at most 20. He was sat on a leather sofa his t shirt clingy on to his skin making him feel gross, and his skinny jeans were NOT helping.

That’s when Harry heard the yelling, which made his head cave in at the buzz.

“NO! FUCK YOU!” A woman yelled loudly, before the sounds of her shoes stomping off filled his ears, her pudding and curses that strained under her breath as she filled with rage sounding throughout the entire house. That’s when I saw her. At that point, life felt entirely like that part of a romance movie where the main character sees the love of his/her dreams. Only this wasn’t love, more like lust. She walked across from him to reach the main hallway, possibly on her way to the kitchen to come down. Harry saw her, she was wearing some shirts that fit her thighs so perfectly, she had a white crop too that made her breasts look so delicious Harry couldn’t help but stare.

She had such an intoxicating aura to her. The way she walked and the way she furrowed her eyebrows, she was fit. Curvy in all the right places. Harry knew it was wrong to think about her in such a way, but could he really help it?

No. By the looks of it Harry knew she cared about her appearance. She wasn’t looking like she was trying too hard. Just enough to catch eyes. By the way some of the guys that were drinking paused to look at her it was no doubt working.

She was visually stressed from her argument with the guy she was with. It was evident she was trying to escape the party even for just a while to clear her thoughts.

Harry didn’t know what his next love would be. So he stood up and discreetly followed her to the kitchen. She wasn’t paying attention to him either. Looking down at her phone, her lips in a pout. Clearly stressed over the recent fight with who was probably her boyfriend.

“You okay?” Harry asked making his presence known, he didn’t want to come off as creepy to scare her away. Which he was possible doing a terrible job at.

She looked up at him and took a bit of time to respond. “No, my dumbass boyfriend just broke up with me because-“ She pauses breathing in deeply. “You know what, never mind. Dont stress yourself about it.”

“No, really. I want to hear what has your pretty mind all worked up, I swear I’ll listen.” Harry said with a grin. Placing his hand over his heart with a dimpled smirk playing his lips. He saw a small smile on her face but she didn’t let it be too noticeable. Her glossy lips makes Harry hard. YES HER LIPS. That’s the effect this girl had on Harry. Of course he wasn’t just talking to her to look for some quick hook up. He wanted to know what was wrong, a beautiful girl like her shouldn’t be treated such a way.

“I don’t even know why I’m telling you this, but fuck it. I need to rant and you’re willing. My boyfriend Jed. Is a cheating asshole. And that’s not even the half of it. I confronted him about him hooking up with this random girl he met at a fucking coffee shop. And then he had the NERVE. To break up with me? Because apparently I was being too sensitive about the whole thing.” She began. She was riled up and her hand was clenched around her phone as she spoke. With a intake of her breath she closed her eyes before opening them again looking at Harry. Who had a beer in hand listening to her intently.

He understood where she came from. His last girlfriend wasn’t much of a saint either. She had made her way over to stand next to him. Looking at him for a moment before leaning up to open a cabnit. Harry chuckled at her and took a sip of his beer once more. “What are yeh’ doing pet? Or why’s your name if you don’t feel comfortable with tha’? M’Harry”

The girl fumbled around the cabinets some more. “Aha! I found the expensive stash.” She laughed, oh her laugh. Harry bite his lip. Damnit he couldn’t help it. She closed the wooden cabinet door and her hand was clenched around a glass clear bottle of Goose. A small smile etched on her lips as she looked at Harry.

He could’ve sworn he saw a naughty glint in her eyes.

“Well, I think I’ve ranted your ear off a little too much.” She leaned closer to him. How about you and I go upstairs and drink this goose? Hmm?”

Harry laughed and raised his eyebrow at her teasingly. Because at that point that’s what they were doing. Teasing each other. “And do wha’? Make you forget about your boyfriend’s bullshit?” Harry asked with his thick British accent. One that made the girl form wet in her panties.

“Maybe it you’re lucky.” She said with a small wink at him. But she kept a dead stare that meant she was serious about his offer.

“Lead the way Pet.”

The party on the ground floor was dying down, as most of the partygoers funneled into the basement. Harry and the girl vigorously searched for a room that suited them, or at least find one that was empty. The girls hand held his as they searched. Harry had known her for a couple of minutes yet she was already the kind of girl he liked. Classy, but with a naughty side to her. The type of personality Harry absolutely loved.

They sneaked their way into a room with no TV and a window that showed the neatly mowed lawn of his friend’s front yard. They conversed as they did so and it went smoothly. Harry always made sure to give her his undivided attention as she spoke.

Before they both knew it they were sat on the white floor of the room

They had killed about half the bottle of Goose and were feeling the strong buzz of the alcohol they had drank. "You know, I’ve been waiting for you to make up for my night.” She spoke her head on his lap and her tipsy giggle. Her hand was resting on his shirt covered chest.

Harry looked into her eyes deeply and with a passion he believed he hadn’t given her any time before. He couldn’t help it. With the alcohol in his system and the sexual tension in the room Harry leaned his head in, and kissed her intensely.

She was shocked at first but she was quick to wrap one of her arms around his neck and was very passionate about kissing him back and adding her tongue. A quality they both had in common. They somehow ended up with both our arms around each other on only a small section of the large bed that was placed in the middle of the room. They made out for a good bit, 10 minute at max before they both parted lips. But that didn’t last long because she leaned in again, her lips craving his.

Harry pulled his head back panting loudly. His head felt light but that didn’t stop him. She looked at him with a confused look in her glossy dazed eyes. Harry bit his lips and pushed her back on the bed, responding to her need.

She let out a small huff as he climbed on top of her. Her body caved in to pure desire as she adjusted her head on the pillow. Her hands tracing his tattoos, as she had bunched up his shirt in her hands. Her hands slipped to the sides of his shirt and pulled it off his body. Tossing it somewhere in the room and her eyes scanned his naked body and smirk on her pretty lips. Harry could feel himself growing by the minute.

Harry pressed his lips against hers again. With a huge amount of intensity. Drawing his lips from her again she softly whined her lips forming into a pout. Harry chuckled and traced her lips with his finger. Pushing his thumb into her mouth. Mia king softly as she sucked it. “Such a good girl for me hmm? You’re gonna behave for me right?” He whispered to her. To which she nodded and closed her eyes.

Harry moved his thumb from her and focused his eyes back on her body, he was going to love each and every moment of tasting her sweet body. Harry slowly made his way down the side of her jaw and down the side of her neck, as she inhaled strongly, obviously enticed by his mouth. Harry dragged his tounge down her collar bone. His hand went around to blindly unclasp her bra to which he succeeded and through it aside with her help.

Harry was quick to work on her nipples, sucking and biting at the soft bud while his other hand reached to play with her other. Rolling it between his fingers as the woman above him hissed and moaned.

Harry continued down her body, onto her belly, still kissing her on the way down. Noticing her hands tightly grasping the sheets of the huge bed, his hand worked it’s way down to her thigh, warmly caressing her perfect body. Her enticing moans filled his ears as he listened to her breath quicken when he reached her shorts and panties. Slipping the rough shorts and then grabbing as he saw the lacy material of her panties.

Sliding them off her perfect legs until they were on the side of the bed somewhere.

Deeply sighing as he exposed her entire body to someone else’s eyes, She peered onto him with desire to allow Harry to continue into the heaven of all parts of her body. Including the treasure Harry couldn’t wait to get his cock into.

Harry kissed his way down to just before the top of her pussy. She was moaning in inpatience now, her breathing was noticeably heavier, gasping for breath on almost every moan. Harry loved the effect he had one her. And he had yet to even touch it taste her sweet pussy. Without making any contact with her pussy, Harry stopped progressing down her body. Her eyes stared at his as he smirked and leaned down to kiss her thigh. The woman craved for him to just give her some sort of relief but Harry wasn’t about to give in that easily. Harry drew his body back and started to make his way back to her pussy. Pausing to suckle on her inner thighs. Making a show of making his way up to her sweet cunt. That was glistening and just soaked with arousal.

Finally his mouth hovered her pussy, his fingers spread her lips and his tounge leaned down to taste her. His powerful tounge licked her swollen clit.

His mouth watered.

Her screams and moans soon rattled the room and echoed off the walls.

Harry slid his arms underneath her ass and grasped her lower back firmly. The new positions gave her a new wave of pleasure that she could describe. It helped Harry lick parts of her pussy that made her knees week. Harry couldn’t dare stop. She was just too sweet and tasty.

That’s when it happened, she screamed out, the whole house probably heard her. Her body was shaking and her hands gripped Harry’s short curls. Her hips grinding into his mouth as she rode out her release that over powered her body. “Oh my god. Harry! Please don’t stop, please, please, please don’t stop!”

She shot warm juices onto the edge of his lips , some of it in his mouth, the rest of it dripping down Harry’s chin. Some landing on the white cover of the bed, leaving a wet patch. Ruining the bed covers. Hell it was already ruined, so why not ruin more of it?

After Harry was just getting started.

Harry pulled his tongue out of her pussy, his lips glistening with her juices. Harry landed and looked into her eyes with a serious look on his face. “Don’t yeh’ think I’m done with you Baby girl.” He shook his head pushing back his brown curls.

“M’not stopping until I have you quivering and so sensitive you can’t even touch your pussy for days.” Harry leant down and kissed her lips letting her taste herself on them.

He eventually broke free of her hungry kiss with a deviate smirk on his face.

She started working on Harry’s belt and pulled it from his waist. Wasting no time pulling the fabric of his jeans down his legs and off somewhere with the help of Harry who was chuckling at her eagerness. His boxers soon followed after.

What she did next was what surprised Harry. She sat up lifting her hand and pushing him in his back.

She climbed on top of his bare body. She teasingly places her pussy directly on his cock not placing it inside her yet, but was grinding on it instead. Ready for round two for her was no hassle at all. Her chant was slick and was getting even more wet as she pressed on his card cock.

She knew how to work a cock, and Harry couldn’t resist anymore.

He leaned up and turned her on her back again. And next thing Harry knew he was deep inside of her. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her hands in her hair as her head sank on the mountain of pillows they had managed to form.

Her chest was pressed up against his with a tongue in his mouth. She slid one hand down to his back and began scratching down. All while her other hand was going to fondle on her amazing breasts while Harry was reaching for her legs.

Pressing his hand firmly on her thighs, Harry spread her legs outward and started fucking her harder and faster. At that point, they were both screaming. Not giving a fuck who heard them or who would be willing to come and check who was making all the noise, they were both caught up in getting their release and pleasure each other.

After so much teasing on both their ends they were finally giving in. Harry couldn’t take it, his cock was swollen red, the tip was a strawberry pink, his balls were filled with cum ready to release all his nice hot cum on her soft flushed skin.

Her cunt felt so tight and wet Harry’s face was red and he couldn’t control himself any longer. His lips were swollen file the amount of use he had done with them. But he leaned down non the less and kissed his mystery woman once more. Her teeth sinking down to pull on his bottom lip.

“Jus’ like that pet hmm? Yeh’ like getting fucked by a big hard cock down yeh?”

Harry could feel her walls clenching around him making her already tight cunt even tighter.

“I’m cumming again” she breathed heavily her mouth wide open as she eyes squeezed shut. “Fuck Harry I’m coming!”

This time, it was far too much to handle, Harry released everything he had stored. Her moaning gave him the ambition to cum as hard as he could on her.

His hips snapped to meet her and Harry groaned and let a string of curse words leave him mouth as he finally pulled out, his hand jerking his cock as he sped up. Ropes of cum escaped his cock. Onto her stomach. She later there taking all his cum on her warm skin until he finally collapsed beside her.

Both their heavy breathing filled the room. A comfortable silence.

“(Y/N)”

Harry looked at her with lazy eyes confused. “Huh?”

“My name is (Y/N)”

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interstellarrambles · 5 years

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shy. as.

pairing: ada shelby x male!reader

pronouns: he/him

requested? yes! by @beserkvonklaus2211

"It's me again! I have an fanfic idea for Ada and male! Reader cuz im so adore her. Like reader is a Blinder but he's very shy boy but he loves Ada so much and Ada always teases him and the Shelbys belike 'Ada wth you interested in him?' i mean cmon Ada is my mommy! Thankssss"

a/n: I love this request! no lie, it was a lot of fun. I'm not too pleased with the outcome, because I've been pretty busy recently, so I apologise for the long waiting time, but i hope you like it! love - solis

abrasive, brash and outspoken, ada shelby was an enigma: everything she did exuded an energy that couldn't be described with words.

or maybe it could. but no one ever bothered, and she learnt from an early age that no one would ever bother to take the time to describe ada with their own words. she also learnt that no one would ever take the time to care for her or love her, and it was with the coming of her early teenage years that this was cemented in her mind.

her teachers didn't care for her: she was a shelby - what was the point? she was destined for a life of crime, sinning and filth.

other boys didn't really care for her either: they would spin beautiful webs of lies to entice her in, but would leave her stranded without a safety net, unsure of what was real or fake.

her brothers simply didn't have the time to care for her as they should have, and through no fault of their own. the war had ripped away ada's chance at being a normal teenager, with normal, over-protective brothers, and though she wasn't the only one who suffered this, her isolation from everyone was enough to make her think otherwise.

in her previous relationships, she was happy, she guessed, but she came to loathe the recycled pet names and recited phrases that held no real meaning. the men she poured her soul into took the documentation of the love stories of others and tried to make it fit to their love. she appreciated the recitals of beautiful words in the moment, but the lack of originality drained her, left her feeling dissatisfied, but not surprised.

defiance dominated her everyday, and yet, despite her clear disregard for any stereotypes, she could attract any man she wanted. and she did - men surrounded her constantly, trying to coax her into falling for them. however, for the only shelby girl, after years of loving and losing, her heart was less attainable than one would first imagine.

many tried, but few succeeded.

until him.

if someone had gone back in time and told ada that she would fall for the boy that sat across from her in the library and was too shy to make the first move, she would have laughed in their face. regardless, ada was falling.

weeks of smiling at each other in greeting, and pretending not to stare turned into months of laughing at the misfortunes of others in the winter snow, and morning coffee "dates" that she refused to call dates.

these moments were priceless - along with more coffee than she thought was necessary, ada got a taste of what her youth should have been. a boy falling for her as much as she was falling for him.

he was nervous, admittedly, and much quieter than ada, but there was something about the small smiles that stretched his features when he saw her, and the way his hand held hers when they strolled through the city together, that tugged at her heart.

there was something about him that made her feel young, alive, even.

they spent eternities together, where he would pen poetry for her, then read it her as they lay in each other's arms, and sleep pulled at their eyes. his soft voice became her lullaby, and sleep was often impossible without it. when they had to spend time away from each other, he would write the poetry on paper, and leave it somewhere ada would find it. millions of poems collected in her purse, her lingerie drawer, her coat pocket, anywhere he could leave her love and sugary sweetness, he did.

but her family didn't quite see it that way.

y/n was a gentle guy, who treated ada with care, and though ada thought they would approve, she was wrong.

the teasing was, at first, bearable. she would watch him blush, and find it cute, kissing his cheeks or taking his hand and stroking her thumb over it in response. despite this, it soon became more than just annoying, and ada found herself standing up to her brothers for him more and more, which would, of course, make it tonnes worse. the more they teased him, the more he retracted and the more she defended him: it was a cycle they all thought would never end until she cornered her older brothers one day.

"why are you so horrible to him?" she began, hating how her voice became more high pitched and angry when she realised they were all stifling a smirk.

"come on, you have to admit he's a little weird, ada. he carries around a notebook all the time and for Christ's sake, he never says a word to us unless we force one out of him."

to accompany his words john pretended to pull out a little notebook, and write in it.

arthur and him both laughed, humoured both by their sister's anger, and the impression john did of her lover.

"I don't see why you can't all fuck off and mind your own business. I invited him to our home hoping you'd be able to be fucking civil for a good minute but no! you couldn't even do that for me. I dont know why I fucking bother with you lot."

ada found a lump in her throat and in the moment she stopped talking to swallow it, thomas reached out to place a hand on her arm, and steady her temper, but she immediately pulled away.

"don't touch me," she spoke through gritted teeth, "all my life, I've waited for someone to treat me like he does, and you've cut off every other man because he didn't. he's shy and quiet, sure, but when he does speak, he means it, and it means something. not that any of you would take the time to care," she stressed, anger overwhelming her.

days later, on polly's strict orders, it had been smoothed over, and y/n received three apologies, in the form of drinks down the garrison with his newfound brothers. ada remained with polly at home, reminiscing. they were talking for hours, though she found herself at a loss for words when polly asked what was so special about y/n.

joy lifted her heart as she finally realised - he was the first person who had ever cared enough about ada to use his own words to love her.

she slipped her hand into her purse and sure enough, she found the latest poem he had written for her.

with a warmth in her sternum, and lightness in her smile, she thought, 'so this is what love feels like'.

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fcnna · 5 years

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❝ Even if you are a small forest surviving off of moon alone: your light is extraordinary. ❞ MILENA TSCHARNTKE? No, that’s actually FENNA VAN DEN BERG. A SIXTH YEAR student, this HUFFLEPUFF student is sided with THE NEUTRALS. SHE/THEY identifies as GENDERQUEER and is a MUGGLEBORN who is known to be FICKLE, ESCAPIST and DISTANT, but also ARTISTIC, STEADY and INDEPENDENT.

LINKS: stats, pinboard, character tag. CHARACTER PARALLELS: susanna kaysen (girl, interrupted), chidi anagonye (the good place), pam halpert (the office), riley blue (sense8) HELLO gang, so this is a rewrite/repost of my old intro. fenna is now sixteen, not twenty six, and she’s a puff rather than a beauxbatons graduate. some of this will be the same, some will not! yeet!

history

fenna is born to a dutch family in the city of utrecht as the youngest of three. her family is a rich one --- one of the richest, actually. they’re ambitious and cunning and success and reputation are words that fenna is all too familiar with growing up. there is no room for oddities or rebellion or putting a toe out of line and fenna doesn’t mind. they’re good at rules and doing what is expected and falling in line, anyways. it’s safe. it’s easy.

her father has to go abroad for work. a lot. germany, france, belgium, the uk ... he’s more away from home than he’s not. when the company he works for (or, well, partly owns, really) has a great opportunity to become even more global, he drags his family with him to england, where they settle in manchester. it’s an exciting thing, to move across europe when you’re seven, but a sad one, too. fenna says goodbye to all their friends and teachers and weeps in the car and refuses to learn english.

they do learn, eventually. fenna doesn’t have much of a choice, as they attend muggle private school. and once they know their way around the language, they do well in school. unaware of the fact that they’re a wix, there’s a lot of pressure on their shoulders and they work hard, their focus iron-like, their wish to please their parents great. but in moments of stress, their magic shows --- and fenna is scared of it. fenna does not tell their parents, out of fear of disapproval and raised eyebrows, not wanting to admit that this is something real in the first place. in stead, they get the best grades and play the piano and keep their worries locked in their heart. magic isn’t real.

and yet, the truth comes out one day. fenna is a witch, they’re all told, and it’s a shock. they are to go to a school in scotland and study magic there. it’s a shock. it’s like a bomb goes off in their home. but here’s the thing --- their parents didn’t stop loving them. and yet, something did change in the way she was loved, and fenna -- quiet and observant -- noticed it all too well.

because here’s the thing --- when you’re a witch, you can’t go to one of the top universities in the uk and become a doctor or lawyer or politician, you can’t fill the mold that comes with being a van den berg, you can’t, you can’t, you can’t. and that was what life was all about for fenna up until now, and what it is still all about for their family, and suddenly for them, that was over. so things changed. slowly but surely and eventually disastrously ( but we’re not there yet ).

so fenna was off to this boarding school, with their eyes wide open and their heart hammering. from day one, a wedge started growing between them and their family. whether it was disapproval, insecurities or the distance that forced it, no one really knows --- but it was there, from the beginning, and only grew bigger. meanwhile fenna did find themselves at hogwarts, falling in love with magic and the feeling of control they got when spells went right. the pressure was off from her family ---- what did they care if they succeeded in magic? it’d not mean anything in the muggle world. doing well at hogwarts was something fenna did for themselves and yes, that still made them stressed and anxious and the pressure was still there, but it had lessened, changed.

fenna started sending less owls to home. they and their family grew apart more and while that happened, they found something called independence and that it came quite easily to them. fenna learned what living for themselves was. they learned that, damn it, there were no dreams for great successes in law or politics living inside of them. there was a passion for art, though, for all kinds of it. painting especially, was what they fell in love with.

queerphobia tw / after her fifth year, fenna had grown into an independent, but solitary person. their art had become better, their passions grown bigger, their relationship with their parents as fragile as a bomb. fenna spent the summer at home, trying to see what was wrong, what was happening with them and their parents. in the end, they decided that something was just horribly wrong. their parents were no monsters, but they struggled with fenna’s magic, and their wishes to become an artist, with their gender and sexuality, with everything, really. there were fights. there were disagreements. fenna felt terrible, being home, and longed for the end of summer, for a return to hogwarts, for a place to feel at damn home end of tw

it was just hard, with their family. there was never any real confrontational harsh destruction, never a moment of outspoken disapproval or disappointment. everything was kept in the shadows. in their home, there was no room for honesty, and if there was, it was like a bomb exploding, with everything coming out. it was suffocating. fenna couldn’t do it any more.

i do think that this moment during summer break was significant. it was a push for fenna to grow more serious about their passions. they want to go to art school, want to do what they want to do, because they know that they will never be happy doing what their parents want from them. they’re ready for the world, to chase their dreams --- i mean, it’s utterly terrifying, but fenna is finally daring to think about a future in the arts, rather than a future with more stability, one that fit in the image they always had of their own future.

and then they return to hogwarts and the war breaks out. the war is ... well, it’s fucking terrifying, frankly. fenna is no fighter, they know that. they’re no good with dueling or offensive spells. they’re no good in any of this, frankly ---- fenna craves control in everything in their lives and they dont have that with this war, especially as it does target people like them. for now, they are neutral, cowardly hiding in the shadows. they know that there’s things to do, that there should be things she could do, that she should not hide in fear but --- how do you not do that, if that is your instinct?

personality & ramblings

meet fenna --- your local tortured artist! sad pal, with a good heart but a lot of insecurities and doubts clouding it. i’m going to try and just summarise their general personality here!!

fenna is first and foremost independent. they don’t rely on anyone but themselves, and like it that way. they don’t feel independent, they feel absolutely bloody lost, but they are. this partly comes from the fact that they like to feel in control and at this point, they do hold a lot of the reigns when it comes to stuff in her life? they also rly like things that are logical because of this, like maths and arithmancy and potions

fenna is ... both incredibly emotional and completely rigid? in their private time, they cry and rage easily, but to the outside world they’re definitely quite composed and rigid. fenna is good at pretense and masks and not showing all that is going on.

as a friend, they’re nurturing and kind and always down for a spontaneous night of shenanigans. doesn’t like DANGER but does like shenanigans.

idk i can go on for forever theyre such a mess

nsfw / fenna’s genderqueer/femme. they use both she/her and they/them pronouns --- it depends on how they’re feeling, but also who they’re with, tbh. they’re pansexual/panromantic and very easy when it comes to sex. puts the ho in art ho! nah but for real they sleep around and they don’t think much of it at all tbh, sex is fun and it relaxes her and it’s a good time for everyone involved / end

oof such a romantic, deep down. just aesthetic wise for sure, but also ... fenna does love like, jane austen and the bronte sisters and old romance novels and shitty romcoms and ahhhh. does believe in true love but ? have they given it a shot? really? not rly. too afraid of it.

also, def has some stereotypical muggleborn stuff going on. never used quills, thinks the wizarding world is a mess always, etc. they also love muggle culture in general and is addicted to netflix tbh. VERY MAD ABOUT THE PHONE BAN! they miss pinterest and netflix big time.

depression & anxiety tw / fenna is depressed & has general anxiety disorder. both are undiagnosed at the moment, as they don’t really . understand that something might be going on, or rather are in denial about it. i mean, to a certain extent they know that something’s not right, but they don’t want to take any steps to find help, because they downplay it Big Time in their mind. the war is definitely contributing to all this. end of tw.

honestly they just want to move the fuck away from this war, either back to the netherlands. they dont! like! this! war.

i could see them joining the MA, somewhere along the line? but rn fenna just. likes sitting in their corner. escaping from this shitty reality. smoking some pot. painting some shit. ignoring the reality of the world.

ALSO I RLY STRUGGLED W THEIR HOUSE BC LIKE FENNA WOULD DO SO WELL IN RAVENCLAW BUT! I THINK THEY WORK WELL AS A PUFF BC IF YOURE THEIR FRIEND THEY ARE SO LOYAL! AND THEY DONT MIND HARD WORK when its GOOD work and also theyre just. a nice person.

#iidyintro #here to bring you the NEW fenna ig!!#not much has changes theyre just younger

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comefeedtherainn · 5 years

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For the ask me: 5, 9, and 15 pwease

ohhh thank you fwiend! lmao i will assume this is for BoD but if not lemme know and i’ll do it again kdhgpaodghpdogh

5: What part was hardest to write?

GOD. OKAY. LISTEN. DO Y’ALL UNDERSTAND HOW HARD IT WAS FOR ME TO WRITE CHAPTER 50???? (minor spoilers below lmao)

like not in the “nooo i dont wanna hurt kaidan!” way but just like...idk WHAT it was but i just could not get that chapter out. i kinda went into it blind and that might have been my first mistake, but i also think that im not very interested in like “torture for the sake of it” type of shit?? like i didnt want it to be too outlandish and i didnt want kai leng to be too much of a supervillain??? it was a hard balance to strike and im not confident i succeeded, tbh.

9: Were there any alternate versions of this fic?

not REALLY, i mean the plot was always the plot and kaidan was always the mc, right from the beginning. BUT, for part three i did briefly consider doing alternating pov between john and kaidan. i ultimately decided not to because i do believe that one of the story’s greatest strengths is that it is limited to kaidan’s pov and the knowledge that kaidan is privy to, which (even without my au) is vastly different from shepard’s experience.

chapter 50′s events is one of the big reasons that i considered this, along with other coming events. it was hard to do the kidnapping trope with EXCLUSIVELY the kidnapee’s pov...who is also going through beta blocker withdrawal and severe migraines and also malnourishment and is therefore not all there in the head (OR EVEN CONSCIOUS HALF THE TIME). not to mention the fact that we couldn’t see shepard’s face during kai leng’s video call, so that took a bit of working around to get his rage across to the reader. man, that chapter kicked my ass lmao and it WASNT EVEN THAT GOOD. if i had the chance i’d probably rewrite that chapter, or cut it completely...ALAS.

15: What did you learn from writing this fic?

A LOT.

i learned how absolutely vital outlines are, and how much a story can change even just during the first draft. this fic is technically a first draft, and not something i would consider publishable in THE LEAST. i’m just having fun so im fine with that, but im not even done with the damn thing and already i’d like to rewrite the entirety of part one. i would do it so differently. not to mention the clumsiness of part two; there was so much information to fucking put on paper, it NEEDS a rewrite to really do the thing justice. but, such is the nature of serial posting/writing.

i’ve also learned how to fit writing into my daily life, and how to prioritize it. the last couple of months aside, i really have written nearly every day for over a YEAR. and it’s made me a muuuuch better writer and a much faster writer, and it’s also made me believe that i can undertake something this large and finish it. i’ve finished a few fics before, but never one of this size. BUT I CAN DO IT. I CAN AND I WILL.

in the future, break of dawn has taught me that i will likely be prewriting all of my longfics before beginning to post them. just so i can really put out the quality that i want to be associated with. not that i think BoD is BAD, im actually very proud of it, but there’s issues and holes in the plot in places, and characters that could use more love. and being able to treat the process more carefully/slowly would help with that immensely.

#fics asks #Break of Dawn #shotce

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ratajota · 4 years

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since watching kids cartoon analyisis on youtube induces a state of verborrhage, im gonna say a few things about nelyn that ive slightly tought about and just dont sound right to me anymore:

- there are many, MANY things that nelyn does that make absolutely no sense that were basically driven by my own teenage libido, which is, the endless gay longing of sweating while thinking about holding hands. a way late teens and adults dont normally behave. nelyn, im so sorry. in which:

1 - joining the telvanni and succeeding was one of those things. partly inspired because i just wanted my friends oc to be his friend and develop them together. it gave me a bullshit excuse in how in earth would nelyn manage to become a real hortator while having the charm and charisma of a rat in dunmeri political terms, and how in earth could nelyn become so magically powerful. i made it so nelyn magically succeeded despite everything just pointing to this not working. hell, he would make a better redoran.

there was this whole arc (which i would not discard) where he got an apprenticeship at port telvannis, since he needed Mage Papers to get a shot at being a proper telvanni, worked his ass off to be independent and sustain himself, while receiving all sorts of academic mistreatment and backlash. basically, rigurous magic methods versus the purely intuitive unmethodic magic of nelyn, and also, he can´t read. the sheer discrimination of it all. he learned much more and grew more as a person by doing labor in the island than in academy, then went back to vvardenfel. originally, he did become an Alternative Alteration Smart Master Wizord, but this is just out of character. at most, he is a crazy philosopher greatly influenced by other crazy boethians

2 - those brief times with teldryn and julan that were continuously scrapped and rewritten because guess what.... didnt make sense because they all strongly clash personality wise. with teldryn, theres this great naivety of liking the first person that treats you more or less okay, with julan, which i constantly had to stop writing and twist things because they would get REALLY heated up and hated each other forever because they are both determined hot headed little shits and really had no reason to travel together (nelyn would Never give him the pleasure of letting him believe he was the neverbrain). also, this reeks a lot like transmasculine fear

i will not talk about hassim. thats too embarrassing. but consider that whole ordeal also another mistake

notice how nelyn has no acquaitances or FRIENDS and only guys that he has weird homo tension or unrequited/failed relationships with? this is called the author was a queer 16 years old with very little life experience and a lot of idealization.

3 - the weird themes around masculinity. Nelyn obviously goes from being curious, sensible/sensitive, negociating, perceptive and wary of the world and spirits, being very connected to them, to completely brazen and colluding with everything in his path, twisting everything to fit his destiny and reshaping his narrative. it makes a bit of sense if you understand that he came from a place where everything went more or less swimmingly for him, that he was doing great, was loved and everything he did was fantastic, and he harbored a quiet resentment for the very few things that were not allowed for him (ethnic belonging, a bloodline, normality as in not being a witch, the empire seeping in windhelm). it is public knowledge that morrowind simply treats anybody like shit, and boy was nelyn greatly offended. Nelyn never really acts or approaches the spiritual matters of morrowind with genuine respect and love as he treated those of skyrim, he did it with great interest, yes, but there was this very strong intention of FIXING THINGS HIS WAY, instead of feeling he was talking and negociating with a force of nature. again, aedric vs daedric stuff

there´s this thing where nelyn goes from being a very disorientated tourist having constant meltdowns (which always end in some sort of “fuck these people” realization that drives him forward - he is simply unable to sink and give up, its something hardwired in him for some reason) to a hortator, with all that word means. i took the mantling stuff into the story as well, nelyn becomes as golden as nerevar and doesnt really return to his senses until the main events are over and allows himself to suffer.. this all is casually happening as he transitions. theres this clear narrative where he stops being a victim and becomes the one holding the reins, or maybe the whip. metaphysical demonization of transmasculinity trope?

nelyn is also greatly overpowered, but for a long time, it´s absolutely useless and more of an obstacle to basic normal function. being almost unable to battle despite knowing how to use axe due to the overwhelming sensations of either the dagoth corruption or daedric energies. again, in a point of the story, he goes from passively perceiving things and communicating with them (often going very wrongly for him), and learns to materialize his will and force reality to do what he wanted, no longer listens to the world around him.

this all by itself is neutral, it does not have a relationship with gender, but at some point i just made nelyn trans just because, with little thought. i dont know if i can freely talk about this since people get their jimmies rustled, but i dont think anyones gonna care in this dying platform. it all casually ties with the hortator and conqueror themes. many times after 2017 i came across nelyn and wondered how does a person that looks, feels, and thinks like two different people at the same time can be the same person. the obvious answer is yes, these two are contained by the other one at the same time, there´s always a presence of this mystical nelyn in the more emotional matters, and theres always a hortator nelyn coming to the rescue in his earliest moments, driving him forward.

4 - nelyns transition doesnt make sense, and so doesnt the lore i constructed around it. flesh magic, good, ok, we get it, totally lore friendly. but theres no real reason why would someone with little to no problems with their physical appearance, who didnt think that an operation that is not life-saving exists, or that someone very androgynous would jump right into such drastic things just because a wizard told them they could do it. i have a lot of conflicting views of him, his image and his presentation, but his hypermasculinization, when we dont really know what it means and is necessary to be a man in morrowind, and supposedly there is gender equality in skyrim is like... wherever is this sudden short hair and stern manliness coming from? i know, PROJECTION

5- there have been a Lot of arcs that were thought about after the end of the main quest, telvanni mage nelyn, oblivion playthrough, just descent into madness, and most recently, a return to skyrim with an eventual return to morrowind. for some reason, they all meet this dead point where nelyn just breaks and cannot deal with it all anymore, with no more willpower or knowing what he wants to do, when his character for a lot of time was based on that. someday i will know the reason for this

6- i dont even remember how much i twisted the mq into something of a huge scale but definitely unrealistic

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Simple Ways to Delight Your First-Time Visitors: 6 Dos & 4 Don’ts via @adamproehl

Want to delight your first-time visitors?

Above all, get to the point right away. So with that in mind, this post has two parts:

Things you should ALWAYS do.

Things you should NEVER do.

6 Things You Should Always Do

1. Make the Landing Page Purpose Crystal Clear Obvious (& Relevant) to the Visitor

If you take only one thing from this post, it would be to ask this two-part question when you’re developing the creative and messaging for your landing page:

How did the visitor get here?

Why did they click on whatever link led them to the page?

There can be multiple answers to each question. For example, as far as “how” is concerned, the same landing page may be used for a paid search, email, and an ad on Facebook. In terms of “why”, it might be to check the price, learn more, check availability, see evidence that the product/solution meets the specific visitor’s need, etc. Remember that some part of the creative/copy in the referral source (ad, email, link, meta description, etc.) made a promise. The anticipation of seeing that promise fulfilled led to a click. That click led the visitor to the landing page in order to see that promise met. Did you meet it? To get this part right:

Review the referral source (again, the ad, the email, the link, the meta description, etc.) and note the promises made.

Now review the landing page and make sure that it delivers on all of those promises made prior to the click. If not, the referral source is promising too much or the landing page is under-delivering. Either way, this is where you fix it.

Important note: Succeeding in making the landing page crystal clear to the visitor may sometimes result in a quick exit. Most likely, you’re not a fit for that visitor so at the very least you didn’t waste their time which they’ll (at least subconsciously) appreciate.

2. Load Quickly

This one should be obvious. Slow loading pages will destroy the experience for the visitor and you will likely not recover. There are plenty of other options available and the visitor knows it. Load quickly and the visitor will be delighted at the near-instant access.

3. Display Properly

File this one also under the category of “obvious”. Visitors will be happy when you reduce friction – and delighted when you take it away. A page the doesn’t display properly on whatever device the visitor happens to be using means a high level of friction that will likely kill any chance of a conversion. Don’t worry if it doesn’t show properly on an iPhone 4 (released in 2010 so it’s well past time for that user to upgrade), but as a general practice, I always test backward compatibility for whatever operating systems were widely used during the past three years.

4. Provide Reassurance to the First-Time Visitor

Remember that time you clicked on a link, went to a page, and just had a gut feeling you’re in the wrong place? Either you didn’t immediately see what you thought you were there for or the site looked sketchy. Chances are you were less than delighted and didn’t stick around long. On the flip side, there was probably another time you clicked on a link to a page you’ve never been to before and you immediately knew you were in the right place. This page:

Had exactly what you were looking for.

Did NOT look to be the least bit sketchy.

To reassure that first-time visitor, here are a few things that will always help:

Crystal clear relevance to the visitor intent (see point #1).

Speak directly to whatever the visitor hopes to achieve by looking at your product.

Key trust elements present on the page (testimonials, reviews, security, privacy links, history, etc.).

Minimal interference pop-ups.

Here’s an example of key trust elements on a page. This provides reassurance to the visitor that the product is legit and worth a look.

5. Communicate to the Visitor’s Emotional Need Before the Rational Part of Their Brain

Countless marketing experts advocate the importance of speaking to the emotional part of the brain over the rational, logical part. That’s not to say that you shouldn’t be speaking to both (because you should), but the key elements that stand out on your page (headline, image, first 10 seconds of video), need to trigger an emotion, Then the visitor will be open to the rational sales pitch. For example, below is a B2B Software as a Service (SaaS) that lets auto repair shops offer easy and accurate online scheduling for service.

Software for auto shop scheduling

Note the two headlines. They’re nothing fancy or particularly clever here, but they state the obvious and trigger a positive emotion (most likely “interest” or “hope”) by solving two issues every small, independent auto repair shop face:

Informing customers when there is shop availability without tying up a resource on the phone and making a customer hold.

Letting customers schedule service easily and painlessly.

Once the emotion is triggered, then the page visitor is open to finding out more. In other words, the rational part of the brain is now ready to take a closer look.

Software for auto shop scheduling

6. Provide Clear & Relevant Navigation Links

There’s no need to clutter a landing page with every possible piece of relevant information that a visitor would possibly need. In fact – don’t do that – you’ll end up with a cluttered page that tries to be everything to every possible segment. Instead, just make it easy for visitors to find what they’re looking for. Examples of relevant navigation can include:

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